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tartglias · 3 years

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diluc, kaeya, albedo and childe when they’re in love

“ahh ok i just discovered ur blog and this is my very first ever request to a blog. so uhm can i req diluc, kaeya, albedo & childe headcanons on what they'll do when they're in love? like, will their attitude change when they're around the reader HAHAHA it's ok if u remove a character <3 if u don't want to write it feel free to ignore hehe”

Diluc

Even though you both decided to keep the relationship away from the public eye, it’s not shocking that certain people come and ask if you can deliver a message to Diluc. It tends to be Kaeya or even Jean, whenever the Knights of Favonius are too busy to handle something a little too dangerous. Sometimes it’s even Venti, trying to persuade you to convince Diluc to lower the dandelion wine price.

Whoever the person is, they come to you because they know that Diluc has a soft spot for you. If something catches your eye, expect it on your doorstep the following day. He loves to spoil you, to the point in which you have to tell him to stop gifting you things, and that his love is and will always be enough.

And obviously, they know that if someone can convince him of doing something, that someone is you. It’s amusing how the normal situation switches when it comes to you. If Kaeya approaches him and asks for a favor, expect a very angry Diluc rolling his eyes and turning around, completely dismissing him while trying to not make a scene in front of you and the other costumers at the tavern. But, if it’s you who delivers the message, he just sighs and meditates it, eventually giving in. You see him smile slightly once you quickly kiss his cheek and thank him.

“Why do you always decline these requests but accept them once I ask you?” You once asked, looking up to face him as you cuddled him in bed. His hair was messy and untied, but he still looked beautiful, specially under the moon light.

“Because you’re not annoying” he simply said, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, unconvinced. This earned you a soft laugh from the man beneath you.

“I don’t know, I just can’t say no to you. Which is funny because now everyone knows you’re my weakness” He said.

It was then and there that he understood how much you meant to him. You could ask him to pick up every single Cecilia flower in Mondstadt and he would not hesitate to do it. It was dangerous, and he knew that, but his feelings were too strong.

“Kaeya will definitely use this for-“ “I love you” he said, interrupting you. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left your lips. It was the first time he said the big “L” word, maybe the first time in his life.

“I love you too” you whispered, still in awe from his previous confession.

He kissed you deeper than ever before, transmitting every single feeling he had into the kiss. You meant the world to him. He was in love.

The rest of the night was filled with quiet “I love you”s and cuddles, eventually falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Kaeya

One thing that helped him understand his feelings for you was that he could just be himself.

His past forced him to wake up and put on a facade as the flirty Cavalry Captain that had every person in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. But you were different. When he was with you, he was Kaeya. No fancy titles, no social etiquette. Just Kaeya. Not only he felt comfortable enough to be himself around you, but you also seemed to like his true self as well. And that’s how he realized.

After long days filled with commissions and some paperwork, he would come home exhausted only to find you already waiting for him. Without need for words, he would wrap his arms around your waist and hide his face on your neck after leaving a small trace of kisses.

“Long day?” you asked as you gently hugged him, untied his hair and started brushing it with your fingers. He would reply with a small “hm” before looking up and kissing your lips.

This sight could confuse an outsider, since Kaeya, with his oh so flirty social title, is usually the one calling out for you or keeping his hands on you at any moment. Kaeya is not afraid to show his love to the world, and he makes that very clear in public. Yet, this sight made him look vulnerable, and that was something he reserved just for your eyes. You made his walls fall down, you made him vulnerable in the best way possible. He felt at peace when he was with you, and that feeling used to be so foreign to him due to the secrets of his past. But here he was, in your arms as he rambled about his day without care in the world.

His attitude towards you in public never changed much, always finding his way to make you swoon and fluster you. He loves to let everyone know that he is yours and you are his. But, once the doors close behind him, he would let his guard down completely with you. He would cling to your body as he seeks for advice or talk about his worries.

“I think that it’s best to ignore Pallad from now on since he always gets-“ you started saying, but noticing how Kaeya was looking at you made you lose your trail of thoughts. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You make me feel better about myself” Kaeya said, snuggling closer to you. He let out a chuckle when he heard you mutter a “huh?”

“You make me feel at peace, and I haven’t felt like that in a long while”

Albedo

Relationships were kind of new to Albedo, he wasn’t certain about the right way to show affection. But one thing he was sure about was that every time you came to visit him in his research room he felt funny inside. Funny in a good way, he felt a sudden urge to hold your hand or make you smile.

To understand this feeling more, he started doing research on couples in Mondstadt. Was he the only one that felt this way at the sight of someone he cherished? Or was this the beginning of him becoming a monster and destroying the city of freedom at last? Lucky for him, he realized that it was considered normal to smile whenever you see your s/o.

While he was doing his research, Klee appeared holding one of her treasures. She wanted to show Albedo her newest creation, but instead she found him staring at some old couple sitting by a fountain. She thought it was a strange sight. “What are you doing?” she asked, startling him. “Research” he simply said. “On old people? Why don’t you do a research on me? I’m young! And I have treasures!” “I don’t think you can be of use in this research” he said, sighing.

It took Klee a while to understand what was happening, but when she did she started giggling uncontrollably. Albedo just stared at her wondering what was wrong with the child. “Albedo are you in love?”

Love, such a strange concept. He read about it, and now that Klee mentioned it, he realized that it made sense. He felt funny every time he managed to make you smile or laugh, and even more when he saw the blush on your face after complimenting you. He realized that the “funny” feeling happened because he loves you. He loves when you visit him, he loves when you ask him questions about his research and when you offer to help him. He loves you.

He immediately started searching for you, he felt the sudden urge to see and tell you about this discovery. Once he found you, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. You looked beautiful, and you weren’t even trying. You just came back from a commission and your hair was messy, and he noticed that your clothes were a bit dirty too. Yet you looked mesmerizing to him.

“Albedo! I was on my way to visit you!” You greeted him once you saw him, kissing his cheek.

“I made a new discovery today, dear.” He said, taking your hands in his. “I discovered that I’m in love with you”

Childe

If there’s something Childe is gonna do, is spoil you to no end. Similar to Diluc, if he noticed that something caught your eye for more than 3 seconds, expect it by your doorstep soon. And don’t even try to stop him, he just won’t listen.

Since he has to go away for weeks due to his line of work, he wants to spoil you so you don’t forget him. Not that you could anyways, you always thought of him and even prayed for his safe return. When he comes back, expect little souvenirs from his travels and stories he may or may not exaggerate a tiny bit.

He loves whenever you wear things he gifted you, and loves to tease you about it. “May I know who got you that beautiful necklace dear?” he would ask with a smirk on his face. “You, Childe” “That’s right, the best for my favorite person in the world”

But his love doesn’t come in material things only, he also loves to spend time with you. There are times that he has to go away for long periods of time, and after a few weeks he starts missing you so much he just has to send someone to pick you up and bring you to him. On those occasions he makes sure to do everything he has to do in the morning so he could spend the afternoon exploring with you.

His line of work is dangerous, and you know that. There are times in which you’re exploring some ruins with him and treasure hoarders appear. In those cases he asks you to close your eyes, and only open them when he tells you to. Under no circumstance he wants you to witness this side of him he tries so much to hide.

Once it’s over, he would reach to you gently and tell you to open your eyes. When you do, the sight in front of you breaks your heart. He was alright, not a single scratch on him, but his face was filled with worry and fear. “I’m sorry” he would say, closing his eyes and taking your hand. “Why are you apologizing?” “I’m a monster” he said, not daring to look at you.

It would take you a few minutes to convince him that he actually is not a monster. Those treasure hoarders appeared out of nowhere, and threatened you. He was just protecting you. “This is what I do all the time, how are you not scared of me?” He asked. You hugged him very tight, not wanting to let go of him until every drop of fear and guilt leaves his body. “I know you would never hurt me”

He knew you were right, he could never hurt you. He may think he is a monster unworthy of your love, but he knew that he could never lay a finger on you. And as you hugged him tight in front of some random ruins you were exploring, he realized he was in love and swore to himself he would do anything to protect you.

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sammysvanfeet · 2 years

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Boston Calling || Chapter Seven

Jake x Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 3.4k

*WARNINGS*: angst!!!!!, poor mental health,

Chapter 8

I didn’t power my phone on for days after I had the revelation regarding my feelings about Jake. I didn’t hang out with Josh, I didn’t talk to my mother, I didn’t confide in my therapist, and maybe worst of all… I didn’t go to any of my classes. Instead, I lay face down on the soft fabric of my couch in pajamas that I hadn’t changed out of. I hadn’t showered or brushed my teeth, I had been sustaining myself on shitty takeout but made no effort to clean the mess that was accumulating around me. The crippling weight of my feelings for Jake was all consuming. I had had flippant relationships in the past but never anything serious. I always thought I was the kind of girl who was independent, separate from anyone else. Whether that was due to my forced isolation as a child or a trauma response was anyone’s guess. The idea of caring about another human was foreign to me. It terrified me. Jake was not a safe bet and I knew I would shatter if anyone else left me now. The fact that I had been keeping this secret from my only friend didn’t go wasted on me. If Josh found out I was lying to him, I could very well lose him too. I hadn’t cried today but dwelling on these things caused a fresh flow of tears to escape from me, pooling onto the green velvet below me.

Startling me from my spiral of self-pity, a knock at my door garnered my attention. Obviously in no condition to have company, I laid still and ignored it. Whoever was knocking was persistent, they kept going and going, eventually resorting to yelling at me through the door.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there! Open the door now or I’m calling the police to do a welfare check on you.” The voice said, taking me a minute to figure out who it was.

“Wait… Danny?” I croaked, bewildered.

“So you are alive. Are you gonna open the door or what?” He questioned.

“Danny, now is not a good time.” I still didn’t move from my spot. “And besides, I don’t think I could move even if I tried.”

“Listen, I can promise that I do not care what you look like. It’s just me… and I am here as your friend, so please let me in so I know that you’re safe.” He implored.

He sounded so dejected, I battled internally whether or not to give in. He said he considered me a friend, and that alone swayed my decision. Ultimately, I rolled onto my side and off the couch and trudged to the front door, swinging it open expectedly. I was shocked to see not only Danny, but Josh and Sammy too.

“What the fuck, Danny? You lied?” I felt betrayed.

His expression softened, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. They didn’t give me much of a choice.”

“Do you know how worried we’ve been about you, Y/N?” Josh rambled, entering the apartment without an invitation.

Sam looked at me and grimaced, “I’m sorry to say it, but you’ve looked better.”

“Gee, thanks.” I responded, void of emotion.

All three boys made their way to my living room, eyeing the surroundings. Dried tears and drool soiled the couch, empty takeout containers were all over the coffee table and several bottles of wine and empty cigarette packets were scattered on the floor. I could tell they thought I was at rock bottom.

“It smells like someone died in here.” Sammy blurted out, causing Josh to elbow his ribs. “Oww…”

“Y/N, I don’t know what is going on, but you’re scaring us. We are here for you. Please, just let us in… let me in.” Josh’s voice broke with his plea. “You’ve been MIA, Jake said you haven’t been to class, what is going on?”

I perched on the arm of the couch, not wanting to get close to them in my filthy state. “What else did Jake say?” I asked matter of factly.

The looks the boys exchanged were not lost on me.

“Honestly, not much. He’s been even more of a dick than usual, staying out all night and showing up to class hungover. I don’t know if it’s the stress of the internship or if something else has happened, but he’s not himself right now either.” Josh sounded genuinely pained for his twin brother.

I scoffed lowly, if anyone had the right to not act ‘themselves’ right now, it was me. At least, that’s what I was attempting to convince myself.

“Y/N… you need to give me some context as to what is going on. Forget about Jake right now. I need to know what is happening with you. I’ve called, texted, waited up at the library for you and all you’ve given me is radio silence. Sam and Danny tried to reach out to you, too.”

I glanced at the younger two boys and they nodded sadly. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes.

“And you’re not attending your classes! That’s not like you and you know it. You are one of the most diligent students I know, you’re not a flake, you show up and you work hard.” Danny added.

“We love you.” Sam said, his voice cracking slightly. He looked crestfallen. “We want to help you, we want you to be okay.”

That’s all it took for the dam to break completely, I choked out a sob and collapsed in on myself, surprised my eyes had any tears left to cry. All three boys jumped up and into action, unsure of what to do to soothe me. Sam froze, Danny just stared with wide eyes and Josh patted my back saying “there, there” as if he were legitimately at a loss for words. Josh always has something to say.

“It’s just…” I started, between sniffles, “I’ve never had anyone care about me like this, I’ve never had anyone choose to stay when things got hard.”

“We’re your fucking family now, Y/N. We’ve basically adopted you as the newest Kiszka sibling.” Josh said, with a smile.

I’m not sure I wanted to be a Kiszka sibling, given my dynamic with Jake. My face probably gave away the aversion to that sentiment because Danny chimed in, “Or a Wagner!”

I started to giggle, it started out small but then the laughter was bubbling out of me and the boys joined in. Josh smoothed my hair down, Sammy rubbed comforting circles on my knee and Danny kept me laughing with his outlandish jokes. Eventually we calmed down, I felt a lot lighter but I mentally steeled myself for the amount of damage control I was going to have to do now. The three of them stayed for a little longer, they even helped discard the trash that was scattered around, shushing me when I tried to apologize.

As Danny and Sam were making their departure, Josh lingered in my apartment a little while longer.

“Listen, Y/N.” Josh sounded serious. “Whatever has happened between you and Jake… you both need to sort it out. We are all going to be in each other’s lives no matter what, but it’s not healthy for either of you to keep going on like this.”

I didn’t want to cry again, but the soft look on Josh’s face was almost enough to bring me to tears. It was almost enough to distract me from the fact that he seemed to know I had been keeping a secret from him.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you.”

He smiled, only slightly before he uttered, “My own twin didn’t either. I expected more from him, though.”

I pulled him into a crushing hug, speaking directly into his ear. “I love you too, Josh. You’re my best friend and I will never keep anything from you again. I’ll talk to Jake, we can make things civil between us. Just please tell me I’m not gonna lose you.” I choked up at the end.

“Never, mama.” He responded, before placing a chaste kiss to my cheek and heading out the door.

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After the boys left, I was alone in my thoughts… and stench. Feeling slightly more motivated than I had all week, I spent the rest of the day deep cleaning the apartment and pampering myself in a luxurious bubble bath. After soaking to the point where the water got cold, I finally pulled myself out of the tub, dreading what I had to do next. I dressed robotically before climbing into my freshly changed sheets and powering up my phone.

27 missed calls, 12 voicemails, 43 unread messages, hundreds of emails.

To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. Not sure what to tackle first, I went to clear out my call log, expecting almost all of them to be from my mother. To my surprise only 4 of them were from my mother, 6 were from Josh, 1 was from David, 3 from Sammy, 2 from Danny and 11 from… Jake. I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Jake had tried to call me the most.

Before dealing with the unread texts, I promptly went to my voicemail to listen to the messages. The first was from my mother, her shrill voice screaming down the phone about how disappointed she is… I couldn’t even finish the message before deleting it. The next one started off quiet, a barely-there shaky breath evident in the background. It went on for a few seconds before it ended. I looked at the name of the sender: Jake. Every other voicemail was from Jake. My hands quaked as I went to play the next voicemail. This time it sounded like Jake was at another frat party, or a bar.

“Y/N!” He slurred. The time stamp was past 1am, I gathered he was intoxicated. “I’m with Sarah right now. Are you jealoussss? Is that why you threw a temper tantrum at the studio?” The voicemail ended after that.

The next one came the morning after, it was Sunday.

“Nothing happened between us.” He rushed out. “Between me and anyone, not since you. Please call me back.” His voice broke at the end. Then the message was over.

“I don’t know what you want from me!” The next one began, his voice octaves too loud. “You were the one who acted like it didn’t happen right after you left that bathroom. You were there with me, in that moment. You felt it too!” He let out a ragged sigh, I pictured him running his hands through his long locks in exasperation. “Please tell me you felt it, too.”

The following calls must have come after I was a no-show in Sound Engineering.

“So now you’re skipping class to avoid me, too? God, even I’m surprised you would think someone like me was worth jeopardizing your education. What is it? You can’t stand me? You act so high and mighty but now you’re acting like a… like… like a little bitch! Suck it up! Come talk to me face to face, stop using this as an excuse to wallow in pity.” That one was probably the harshest of them all.

The following calls were all drunken jumbled words. “I miss you… I can’t stand you… please tell me you’re okay… I’m going to come check on you… I never want to see you again.”

It was the final one that drove the dagger into your heart, though.

“If not for me, please talk to Josh. He cares about you more than even I’d like to admit. He’s worried sick, he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries and insert himself into your life if you don’t want him there but he’s hurt. He wants to help you. Please, if anyone in this world deserves the relief of hearing you’re alive… let it be Josh.”

When I was finally done having an emotional breakdown over Jake’s messages, I ended up checking my email to desperately explain to my professors that I had been sick, hoping to God they would let me makeup what I missed. Luckily, my academic performance thus far had been stellar which earned me some brownie points with my professors. I did, however, agree not to miss any more classes for the rest of the semester. The pressure was going to be on.

Finally, I opened my messages, briefly reading the desperate texts from all of those here in Boston who loved me, whom I did not deserve. I also read the scathing texts from my mother, putting that off for now. I texted ‘thank you’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’ to Josh, Sam and Danny. Then, I opened Jake’s thread, already anticipating what was going to be in there based off of his voicemails. My heart absolutely broke reading the drunken, desperate, alternating messages of both animosity and adoration. I felt deeply for Jake, that much was for sure, but my hot and cold behavior had hurt him even more than I had realized. Under the guise of protecting my heart, I had used Jake and bruised him. I had written him off as a player. I hadn’t even considered the possibility that under his cold exterior, he was a human who would actually care for me.

The realization hit me all at once, like a freight train. I felt crushed and winded, desperate to be able to breathe. I had felt the same way when my father passed, as I desperately clutched his ring-clad hand, squeezing as tight as I could, as if I could make him stay. As the life slowly left his body, I felt a piece of me leave too. All I had now was his collection of silver. All I had of my sister was a dress. All I had of Jake were the fading finger-tip sized bruises on my thighs.

I was frenetic, pacing back and forth the length of my room now, replaying every little interaction in my mind. Had I got Jake all wrong? Had I fucked up this up before it could begin? I felt frantic, trying to conjure a plan grand enough to convey my remorse. Should I call him and hope he answers? Should I send him a gift basket? Should I show up at his apartment with wine?

I cracked my knuckles in exasperation, a nervous habit of mine, feeling the empty lengths of my fingers. I charged over to my jewelry box, digging through with haste. Finally I felt it, fishing the silver metal out. I turned it over in my hands, admiring the intricacy of the filigree. This was my favorite one of my father’s. He always noticed how I admired it and promised it would be mine someday. If only I had known that day would come sooner than expected.

“I miss you.” I whispered to the empty room, twisting the trinket around mindfully before slipping it on my thumb for courage. “You would know what to do.”

My dad reminded me of Josh in many ways. My sister would have loved his sense of style; but my dad would have loved his grandiose personality, his humor, his generosity. That’s when I realized, it couldn’t be anymore obvious, the one person who knew Jake better than anyone else was his own twin. I snatched my phone back up, seeing Josh had responded with a ‘<3’. I tapped his name and waited for the phone to ring.

“Is everything okay?” Josh sounded out of breath.

“Hi, yes, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you busy?” I apologized.

“No, not at all. I was just beating Sam’s ass at Xbox.” He quipped.

I could hear Sam yelling in defense in the background, Josh must have traveled to a different room because the noises were muffled now.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Josh questioned, tenderly.

“If you could give Jake anything in the world, what would it be?” I asked, in trepidation.

Josh didn’t answer right away.

“Uhhh…” He sounded stumped. “Chelsea boots, necklaces, a new pair of jeans.” He chuckled at the last part.

“No, Josh. It has to be something sentimental. It has to convey how apologetic I am. This has to be an olive branch between us.” I implored, hoping he would realize how serious I was.

“Wow.” He breathed. “I don’t know the last time anyone has wanted to do something that thoughtful for Jake.”

Hearing that wounded me, but made me want to offer him something worthy.

“If you want it to be meaningful, it has to be relevant to you. Think of a moment you shared where you were amicable, maybe even happy in one another’s presence.” Josh disclosed.

I thought back to the first time I felt joy in Jake’s presence. Back when we were on the highway driving to Albany, roof off, music blasting and just together in that moment. He sang ‘Sunshine Of Your Love’ by Cream. I had never heard of it at the time, but secretly since that moment every night before bed I fell asleep to that very song.

I grabbed my phone and searched up the album name: ‘Disraeli Gears.” Next, I pulled up a map and searched for the nearest record stores to campus, mentally noting a few names and locations. I headed out to the bus stop, realizing I wasn’t usually around this time of day, I was supposed to be in class right now. I rode the bus into town and wandered through several record stores before I found what I was in search of. The exact Cream record I wanted to find. I felt stupid for a moment, of course Jake probably owned this, but this was the best gesture I could think to offer him by way of apology. I marched to the checkout, paying a lot more than I had thought from my own savings. It was important that my mother had not tarnished this gift. I then headed to a gift store, purchasing an apology card and a beautiful gift bag, simple and elegant, a solid matte dark blue color, hoping all of this effort would lead Jake to forgive me. All in all it looked heartfelt, not extravagant or over-the-top, it looked thoughtful.

I bussed up to Josh and Jake’s apartment. I wasn’t sure if it would be awkward if Josh was there, but I had to see Jake as soon as I could. I hoped Jake didn’t have class this afternoon. The ride was endless, many students making stops at their residences after their taxing days of classes. Finally I pulled onto the street of row houses and exited the vehicle, rushing up the front steps and up several tortuous staircases. I approached 4B in a rush, hitting my fist on the door urgently. I stood there for what felt like a lifetime, almost convinced that the apartment was empty, until I heard the telltale sound of laughter. I knocked again, even more urgently.

The door swung open swifty and I was met with a familiar face.

“Wait, are you the girl from the studio?” She chuckled as if it were the most hilarious thing ever, before looking me up and down, eyes locking in to the gift in my hand. “What’s the occasion?”

“Sarah? What are you doing here?” I meekly responded, avoiding her question.

“The boys invited me! They’re a blast to hang with!” She proclaimed proudly, as if they were her very best friends in the world.

“I… I don’t understand.” All this time I was suffering and they were replacing me?

She looked at me quizzically, before Josh sidled up and snaked his hand onto her shoulder. He moved to look at me, almost as if he were in slow motion, evidently intoxicated with something more than alcohol.

“Y/N! Have you met Sarah? Isn’t she awesome.” He boasted, not reading the atmosphere between us at that moment.

At a loss of what to say, and utterly spent from the rollercoaster of emotions I had felt in the past week, I weakly thrust the gift bag into Josh’s hands.

“It’s for Jake.” I said in a hushed tone, before scurrying down the stairs and out into the freezing cold city.

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talatomaz · 3 years

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lockdown | jj x fem!teen!reader

a/n: i can’t believe that a year ago today, the last ever episode of criminal minds aired. i miss jj so much 🤧

this is sort of in line with my own experiences (to a certain extent). and there’s not as much jj x d!r as i’d intended but I hope you still like it.

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by @ouat2017 : “could you do a jj x daughter where the daughter’s school is on lockdown and jj is worried or something like that?”

warnings: gun violence. blood

word count: 2.6k

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r is jj’s 18 year old adopted daughter and suddenly finds herself on lockdown after someone brings a gun into her school

i do not give you permission to repost or translate my fics on any platform - likes/reblogs are okay and are much appreciated

“Look, you’re the one that needs to be tutored so can you please focus?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance.

You were currently in the tutoring centre trying to help a self-absorbed jock pass English so he could remain on the school’s football team.

Looking around you, you saw a handful of students giving both you and Cameron - the man-child you were tutoring - disparaging looks.

“You’re not supposed to be yelling at me. You’re meant to be telling me the answers.”

The aforementioned narcissist leaned against his chair, smirking at you in a way that made you fight to hide a shudder.

You could have easily wiped the grin off his face by mentioning who your mother was and who she worked for but instead, you decided to just continue ignoring his advances and carry on teaching him.

“That’s not how this works, Cameron. Now either you listen to me or you fail and get kicked off the team. And quite frankly, I’d rather the latter happen.”

You watched as his brows furrowed in confusion. Sighing, you answered, “latter means the second thing of two things mentioned in a sentence. Now, for the love of God, just finish writing your paragraph on Heller's satire of capitalism in Catch-22.”

You let out a breath of relief when he finally relented and started to scribble on his sheet of paper. You glanced over at one of your friends, who was also tutoring for extra credit, and smiled when she rolled her eyes at Cameron’s actions.

Leaning against the large desk that stood at the front of the room, you relished in the long-awaited silence aside from hushed whispers that came from other students asking for help.

Taking out your phone, you glanced at the screen to see that it was only midday and soon the lunch bell would be ringing.

You smiled softly at your lock screen.

It was a photo of you and JJ, your adoptive mother.

It was taken a few weeks prior at your 18th birthday party. You’d been living with JJ for almost 5 years now; her having fostered you before later adopting you when you were 14.

You still didn’t know what she saw in you on that day you’d first met her - you’d lost your family in a home invasion, barely surviving yourself - but whatever it was, you were grateful because you’d gotten a second chance at life.

Several minutes passed and you’d only broken from your train of thought when you heard someone clearing their throat beside you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw your friend, the one who’d rolled her eyes earlier at Cameron, standing beside you.

“I see you finally got him to do his work.” She whispered, loud enough for your ears only.

“Barely. He still has an essay to write and hasn’t even finished a paragraph yet.”

“I would have smacked his sorry ass by now.”

You laughed before clamping your hand over your mouth, her comment having caught you off guard.

“Ally!” You whisper-shouted, playfully hitting her arm.

She looked at you with a raised eyebrow causing you to smirk, “Trust me, I’ve thought about it but-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a large bang rang out, shattering the silence the room had once held.

With wide eyes, your head whipped to the door where the gunshot had presumably come from and you listened as the hallways were filled with panicked screams.

Running to the door, ignoring the gasps and shouts from the other students behind you, you turned the lock on the door, pulled down the blinds, switched off the lights and jammed a chair under the handle.

Looking up, you saw everyone had the same look of panic in their eyes; a few were crying, including Ally, and others were pale with shock, Cameron was one of them.

“Guys, we’re gonna be okay but we have to be quiet.” You whispered harshly, constantly looking over your shoulder at the door, listening for any indication of the shooter coming your way.

Everyone stared at you, as if you were the leader of a camp and they were small children awaiting for further instruction.

You supposed it wasn’t far off.

By taking charge, you were the one who’d been unwillingly given the role of protector.

“First things first,” you walked over to the group of 10 students, “I need you all to make sure your phones are on silent. We can’t risk being caught.”

You watched as everyone followed your instructions.

“I know you all want to call your parents but that’s going to attract attention to us so for right now, we need to be quiet.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest and as you spoke, one thought repeated in your head. JJ.

Taking out your phone, you scrolled to find your mother’s name in your contacts. You watched as your thumb hovered over her name.

Just breathe, y/n. Breathe.

Tapping your mother’s name, you brought the phone to your ear.

“I thought you said we couldn’t call anyone.”

Your eyes locked onto Cameron’s, his face pale and his eyes filled with terror and a hint of anger.

“My Mum works for the FBI.” You whispered as the phone rang out.

Any other time and you probably would have laughed at the way his face grew paler, if that was even possible. But, in a situation this tense, it was going to be difficult to find any levity.

Your Mum picked up on the second ring and you let out a shaky breath when you heard her voice.

“Hi baby. A bit early for your lunch, isn’t it?”

You closed your eyes at her soft tone, as if you were trying to engrave the way she spoke into your mind lest you would never hear it again.

From your lack of response, the blonde sensed there was something up, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

A single tear dropped down your cheek as you struggled to maintain a steady tone. Catching a glimpse of Ally staring at you, you steeled yourself and spoke.

“Mum, you need to come quick. Someone’s brought a gun into school.”

“Oh my-AARON.”

You winced when you heard her shout for her boss, listening as you could hear her run up stairs. You held your breath as she filled Hotch in on what was happening before telling Garcia to hack into your school’s security system.

“Are you okay? Stupid question. But are you hurt?”

“Mum,” you interrupted her rambling, “I’m fine. I’m in the tutoring centre with 10 other people. I don’t know how many people are injured. It just all happened so fast.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

Though you could hear the clear panic in her voice, her words did bring some form of reassurance to you.

“Penelope’s hacking into the system so hopefully she can have eyes soon.”

As she spoke, you could hear the clacking of keys in the background of the call; presumably Garcia doing exactly what JJ said.

“Mum?” You questioned when you heard Garcia swear.

Instead of JJ answering, the usually peppy tech analyst replied, her voice shaky and wet, as if she was crying.

“Y/N, thank God you’re okay.”

“What’s wrong, Garcia?”

“Someone’s disabled the cameras remotely. I can only get them back online if someone reprograms them from the inside.”

Grasping what she was explaining, you nodded, “I’ll fix them.��

“What? No!”

Your mother had taken the phone off of Garcia.

“You are not leaving that room, y/n. We’ll find another way in.”

“Mum, someone needs to fix the system from inside the school. I need to do it.”

Ignoring your mother’s worried shouts, you continued to speak, “Mum, I have to. I love you.”

You disconnected the phone and switched it off, preventing her from being able to call you back.

“Y/N, you are not leaving this room.”

You’d only just realised that everyone had been watching you intently during that entire interaction.

“Yes, I am.”

Moving away from the huddle, you rose to your feet and replied to your friend.

Cameron rose to his feet and towered over you as he challenged you, “No, you are not. You’re going to put us in danger.”

“Do you know how to hack into our school’s security system and then reconnect the transformer and enter the Mastercode?”

His face contorted to a look of confusion making you reply,

“Exactly.”

Turning to leave, you felt a large hand enclose around your arm.

“I said, you’re not leaving.”

Your eyes flickered from Cameron’s hand up to his face that dared you to take another step.

“Remove your hand from my arm before I remove your hand from your body. You may letter in football but I’ve been trained by some of the best FBI agents there are and unless you want to end up in a sleeper hold, I suggest you shut up and do what I say for once.”

His harsh grip almost immediately lessened as his hand returned to his side.

“Good. Now, have any of you been shot? No? I didn’t think so. Well, I have and whoever did get shot is probably bleeding out in the hallway. I can’t not do anything.”

No one dared to respond and instead, shook their head ‘no’ at your asking if anyone else would try to stop you.

Content that you weren’t going to deal with any more unnecessary distractions, you made your way to the door and gently removed the chair that was beneath the handle.

“Ally, you’re in charge. Lock the door when I leave. By my count, the FBI will be here soon. And Cameron, you do anything stupid and I’ll shoot you myself.”

Unlocking the door, you stepped out into the empty hallway and hastily made your way to where the main security hub was located.

Just a couple of hours ago, all you had wished for was silence but now that your wish had been granted, all you wanted was to hear the playful shouts and conversations between your friends and fellow students.

The silence that currently fell on your school was unnerving and unbearable. And with each step you took, you flinched at the sound your shoes made against the marble floor. Each noise practically acting as a beacon for the shooter to come find you.

You let out a sigh of relief when you found the Hub and you quickly worked to reconnect the security system. Typing on the laptop that rested atop one of the servers, you couldn’t help the smile that formed when all the cameras re-engaged.

Tapping on one of the keys, you navigated through the various cameras, looking for any indication of the shooter or of any injured people. You stopped when you caught a glimpse of someone.

Squinting at the screen, you saw, what appeared to be a freshman - since you didn’t recognise him as being a part of your year - laying on the ground, a hand clutching his stomach as blood coated his clothing.

Immediately knowing where he was, you cautiously made your way to the east hallway before running when you noticed him laying on the ground, his blood coating the once-white marble floor.

Falling to your knees, you pressed your hands against his wound, trying to stop the steady flow. He groaned out in pain, tears staining his face.

“H-Help me.” He choked out.

“What’s your name?”

“Jackson. But everyone c-calls me J-Jack.”

“Jack, you’re going to be okay. I just need you stay with me, okay? I’m-”

“Y/N.”

You failed to hide the surprise from your face making the younger teen smile despite his predicament.

“You’re t-tutoring Cameron. Everyone knows who you are. Y-You’re the one who doesn’t take any of his shit. I think h-he likes you.”

“Well, tough shit for him. I may be bi but he’s definitely not my type.”

Jack’s laugh quickly turned into another groan of pain.

Unzipping your jacket with one hand, you used the other to keep pressure on his wound. After removing the jacket, you harshly pressed it against his torso and watched as it barely absorbed the blood.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not. I won’t let you.” You said, tears filling in your eyes as memories rushed back of when you tried to save your brother after he’d been shot.

“You’re going to be okay. I just need you to-”

You stilled when you heard footsteps come up behind you.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You didn’t recognise the voice and couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to face the person who’d caused all this pain.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, unsure of what to say.

Closing your eyes, you readied yourself for your inevitable death when a shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground beside you.

Jumping at the action, you turned around and almost collapsed in relief at what you saw. Your Mum and her team stood behind you with several SWAT members flanking them.

The tears that had once filled your eyes now spilled shamelessly down your cheeks.

Without saying a word, JJ holstered her gun and ran to your side, hugging you as best she could since your hands were still pressed against Jack’s wound.

Paramedics soon followed and after that it was all a blur. It was as if you were floating outside of your body. Logically, you knew it was the effects of an adrenaline crash but you felt so disconnected from your body.

You barely took note as your mother gently lifted you to your feet, allowing you to be briefly looked over by the paramedics. Nor as your mother escorted you to one of the school bathrooms where she rinsed the blood off your hands.

You didn’t even say a word until you’d arrived back at the BAU where a worried Penelope wrapped you in a tight hug which you returned.

“I’m gonna take her up to my old office, Hotch.”

The Unit Chief simply nodded as he and the rest of the team watched as JJ led you to the abandoned office that was still filled with random case files.

Closing the door, she sat you down on her sofa and stared at you, not touching you in fear that even a simple caress would cause you to shatter.

You exhaled a long breath before finally speaking, “I’m sorry.”

Her brows narrowed, “Sorry? Sweetheart, why?”

You looked at your hands that had been coated in blood less than an hour before and then up at your mother; her blue eyes filled with nothing but concern, love and confusion.

“You told me not to leave and I did. I’m sorry.”

And with that, you started to cry heart-wrenching sobs that made your shoulders shake.

JJ gathered you in her arms, gently rocking you as her long blonde hair draped over you.

“It’s okay, y/n. I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

Her arms wrapped tightly around you as she laid soft kisses on your head, her hand stroking your back.

That only served to make you burrow into her even more, seeking comfort in her motherly embrace.

You muttered your apologies as she continued to reassure you that you were okay.

JJ was afraid that if she stopped, you wouldn’t be here, safe in her arms.

Still rocking you in her arms, she whispered in your ear,

“I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Mental Toll - Brothers.

Request: My mom kicked me out, her 15 year old daughter out of her house. And I've been staying with my aunt but everything is taking a mental toll on me . Can I get a Beel, mammon, Leviathan, or asmo comfort?

A/N: Sweetheart, I’m sorry for this. It can be all so difficult for you, but please take care of yourself. Remember that nothing is your fault, you’re a child, you’re gonna be okay. Please don’t keep these emotions bottled up (im also assuming this is comfort on your situation, so yeah)

Mammon:

You’ll always have a place with him. He’s taken on a guardian role for you and while he might have hated it at first, he’s grown attached to you. Your guardians in the Human Realm don't matter. They decided to leave you, so now you’re here with him and he isn’t going to abandon you anytime soon. Mammon may not know what to do when he finds you crying and unable to speak, but he cares and he’ll try to show that to you, telling you that you can bunk with him for the night- you get to take his bed and he’ll sleep on the couch, you don’t have to be alone.

He isn’t exactly the best at comforting, using a bit too many words only to come up short, but once that initial nervousness wears off, he’s comforting. He’s taken care of a child before- granted they were much younger, and was then put into the care of witches- he knows what a scared kid looks like. He’ll offer what he can to you and let you rest your head on his bicep as he listens to you ramble about what happened. He won’t ever push for you to talk, but it might help sort out all those feelings that are bubbling up inside of you.

Of course it’s difficult for the both of you. He isn’t too knowledgeable about the mentality and fragility of a human mind and emotions but he can assume to be essentially kicked out of a parent’s home can be rough. He’s dealt with it before even if he knew the risks. He remembers the nights of pain and agony, the silent suffering that was thick in the air, and the lack of self-care. He comes in with a small meal every day, grabbing random vitamins that he thinks might be good for you, and just lets you rest. You see a more hidden side of Mammon, the one that cares too much, that acts almost like a parental figure and have a comforting smile and gives nice hugs.

You aren’t free to rest forever. He’s also seen what that kind of damage that can do to someone's mental health. He won’t ever pressure you to go out and do something you don’t want to, but you do have to move from the spot on his bed. You can hide yourself in his room for as long as you want, but you can’t live your life stuck in a bed. He knows that that isn’t good for anyone. You’ll have all the space that you could want and need, but you need to also talk to him and take care of yourself.

It’s his role as your guardian to take care of you and make sure that nothing bad would happen to you- you being in the Human Realm makes no difference to that. You’re still under his protection and he’ll take care of you as much as he can. Mammon can be brash, and have his sin take over, but it isn’t all that he is. He can be selfless and take care of you and let you just relax around him. There’s no pressure put on you and he’ll protect you. He promises that- he’s a demon, he’s lived for a long time and he’ll live for an even longer time and as long as he’s around, he’ll protect you.

Leviathan:

Coming to Leviathan is certainly a choice. He cares- of course he does! But, he doesn’t know what to do. Of course he knows how it feels, but it was different and so long ago and buried under memories and the fictional world, that he chose to forget that. It’s different with you. You’re a child who’s crying and at a loss for a parent that left them and it must hurt. He’s awkward, but he’ll sit by you and have a hand on your back telling you to take all the time that you need. He’s always here in his room after all, so you can always find him.

In the beginning, he doesn’t know what to do. Surely, there should be words or tips online that could help him translate his words and feelings better than “that sucks.” An apology feels so fake and unsure and he doesn't want that for you. You deserve something real, an actual meaningful interaction that might help you but he comes up blank. He doesn’t know what exactly he should say, so he just lets you rest beside him as he tells you his own encounter with abandonment and what helped him.

He tries to make you feel better in a way that helps him- via distractions. It helped him and maybe it could help you. You like to spend time with him so you both must share some type of interest in common. He feels so proud of himself when he offers you to read his manga or play some of his games. It’s a nice distraction and depending on what you choose, it can be a great way to just open up emotions and see what could effectively help trigger just that blockade of emotions for the both of you. You don’t have to do it, but it proves to be nice to just immerse yourself in some fictional tale.

Eventually, he starts to read what you read once you’ve fallen asleep. You gravitated towards it for a reason and it’s easier to talk to you like that. You get to be the hero, the protagonist or whoever you want, and he knows the struggles that they go through. He can help through an outside glance. It starts off simple, just him mentioning comments, prying for information about why you like a certain character and then in just a blink of an eye, you’re crying. You opened up and he’s by your side.

Comforting you is a bit awkward, but what could he expect. He sits by you and lets you talk through your emotions even if it makes no sense- your words are garbled and out of order- but he gets the main point of it. Leviathan understands that you’re hurting and who wouldn’t be. You’re a child, and the love of a parental figure means a lot. He might not be confident to have that type of relationship with you, but he can certainly be a big brother who lets you come into his room and sleep in a futon that he has when you’re feeling particularly lonely.

Asmodeus:

His eyes are sad, the usual glow and glimmer dimmed and his smile once beautiful and stretched, it pulled into a soft frown. Even in sadness, he still looks beautiful. With a gentle pull, he brings you into his room, and lets you set your stuff down on the floor. Asmodeus holds your face in his hands and gingerly wipes away your tears. You’ve had such a long day and it’s no secret that he has the best bath in the house, so he lets you go use it in order to destress, just enough to clean yourself and have time to gather your feelings and thoughts.

The room is suited to him and to only him, but he figures that you wouldn’t want to be alone. He has to rid some of the extra pillows on the bed, rid of the stronger scents in the room in order to not congest you more, and just declutter his room a bit more. It’s suited for him, a demon who can and lives for the finer things, but for you, he needs you to be able to breathe. The sheets are replaced, the towel that he has set for you soft and fluffy and the clothes clean and smelling like the house, a much better scent than the stitched to your clothes. He sends it to you via magic, wanting you to come to him when you’re ready.

When you approach him, he gives you a comforting smile and pats the bed beside him. He grabs your hand and massages it slowly, telling you that he’ll be here for you if you need anything. You can talk to him or choose not to, and he won’t pressure you in the slightest. You can take your time to talk to him. He feels a bit bad that he can’t tell you that everything will be okay, he knows it will, so sure of it that he’d bet himself on it, but it isn't what you want to hear. You just need to know that he’s right there by your side.

For now, you’re okay. You’re safe in his room and he likes being an older brother- at least to a few. He likes to spoil people rotten, and he gets to do that with you. You get to have everything good and shiny. You’re going to be okay when you stick with him, because he won’t let anything happen to you. He’s going to be your new home, your new big brother.

The process is tough, and he doesn’t rush anything. It’s subtle with Asmodeus and being ever so careful with his appearance, he makes sure to take care of yours. Mental health is so fragile and he just wants you to be okay. He’ll offer substitutions if certain activities can feel a bit too difficult for you, but he doesn’t push too much. You still have to take care of yourself and it might feel overbearing, but he needs to take care of you.

Beelzebub:

Family means everything to Beelzebub. At the very end of it, it’s part of the core of who he is. He feels your pain and is empathetic when you tell him what happened and he holds you close, letting you rest on his bed as he sits on the edge with a comforting hand rubbing circles on your back. He’s a demon, he knows just how cruel others can be, and yet, to see someone hurt someone as young as you, it makes him sick.

Your tears hit him hard and he can only hug you as you cry into him about your situation. There are too many emotions inside of you and it must be so difficult for you to handle all of them and he wishes he could help take that away, but he can only hold you and make sure that you sleep in a position that won’t hurt your neck once the tears have tired you out. It’s the little things that he does for you until you come to him and explain everything to him, and he’ll listen and won’t interrupt.

During this time, he tries to not be imposing. He doesn’t want you to run from him so he’ll give you time to come to him when you’re ready. He checks up on you often, knocking on your door and entering with a few snacks. He’ll stay if you ask him and talk to you about mundane stuff. A part of him wonders if that’s really what you want to hear, but he can’t say anything different. He doesn’t know what it is that you want to hear and he doesn’t want to pressure you any further. Anyways, it seems like you like to listen to him during these moments. Maybe, he provides a nice distraction.

He’ll always make sure that he has his phone on him in case you need him. He’s told you before that you can contact him whenever you want, and that he’ll come running to you. He’s sure it’s his big brother instincts taking over. He may be the sixth brother, but it doesn’t remove the fact that he has a twin. It’s only by his power that he ranks sixth. With you, he can be a big brother and be the cool and caring type that takes care of you. You can always come to him whenever you need something and he’ll make sure to give you whatever you want.

It comes to no surprise that you two develop a strong bond and you start to stick to him and he welcomes that. He won’t leave you alone unless you ask him to and he always makes sure to include you in whatever activity he has. During lunch, he’ll sit with you and listen to you and he’s glad that you're starting to feel better around him. You’ve both grown quite attached and he tries to do good by you. Beelzebub will give you whatever you need because beside his twin, you’re the youngest in the family. He’ll reassure you that nothing is your fault, that you’re only a child and that you’ll be okay. You’ve been there for him and he’ll be there for you.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #big brother vibes!!#for all!!#or least four #theyd care a lot #theyd be clunky and unsure how to deal with it #but they would #they care

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choco-exe · 3 years

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the one where tsukishima and sakusa go too far with teasing their crush

anonymous asks: Hiiiiii I LOVE ur writing, and I was wondering if I could request the haikyuu boys (whoever u think fits best) who constantly tease (borderline insult) their crush, who one day just breaks down from their harsh words and say to them something along the lines of “why do you hate me?”, and how the the haikyuu boys react to that. If possible, end with something fluffy 🥺? (Like a confession) TYSMMM ❤️❤️

a/n: hello! aww im glad you do :D wait i just realized you said to have the boys react to their crush saying why do you hate me- fuuuuu- ahem please forgive me for not reading the ask correctly ;w; i hope you still enjoy, nevertheless! and why did i write these long-

tw: mentions of self hate, kind of toxic behavior from sakusa

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 . . . 🖉

☾ he’s gonna be meaner the more he likes you ☾ like if he’s only realized he developed a crush on you, he’d treat you the same, but if it’s been weeks and you haven’t picked up the hint, he’s gonna be treating you like trash ☾ you find him staring down at you with a dead eye stare ☾ “what’s up, kei?” “you’re so short you look like a toddler” “..i’m the average height for a high schooler though-” ☾ his comments about your height never got to you, but then he started to target other regions of yourself ☾ like he’d give a rude remark about a low score you got on the quiz, or how you always look dead inside well he isn’t wrong ☾ whenever he said something negative about you, you just shot back a counter and brushed it off ☾ after a month of this going on, though, his words started to sting a bit ☾ “hey kei-” “can’t you stay quiet for one second? it’s like you blab out words every chance you get” ☾ imagine your surprise, since it was unusual of him to comment about you talking ☾ and one of your biggest insecurities is being annoying to others; you knew you tend to ramble about things, and a nagging voice in the back of your mind was always telling you about how people around you would get fed up with it ☾ did tsukki mean to say it like that? of course not; he was meaning to have a bit of humor in his statement ☾ he just said it in such an annoyed tone and way that it made it seem like he was bothered by you talking ☾ “..sorry, kei. my mind wandered for a bit..” ☾ you figured that he just had a bad day, and you were over it after a full night of sleep i could really use that ☾ the voice inside your head grew louder, however, and tsukishima’s comments didn’t help at all ☾ “stop bothering me about the homework; cant you see i’m busy? ugh, fine, take my notes if you’re that stupid-” ☾ “if you want attention, listen to this playlist. it should satisfy your longing for voices; i need to study for a test now” ☾ it got to the point where your mind was yelling at you about being a nuisance, and the final piece you needed to break just so happened to be during a practice match..

“You did great, blocking them all, Tsukki!” You exclaimed, flashing him a grin as you pass him his water bottle and towel. In all honesty, you were forcing your smile so hard, it began to hurt your jaw. “I could’ve blocked better if someone wasn’t screaming the whole time,” the middle blocker said, wiping sweat off his forehead. You had been passing out water bottles to the other players, but you stopped dead in your tracks when his words hit your ears. “Y/N-chan..?” Shimizu asked worriedly, eyeing your expression that Tsukishima couldn’t see. The said blonde took off his goggled to switch them out with his regular glasses. “It was just a practice match; getting hyped up wasn’t exactly the brightest idea your mind conjured up.” Putting his glasses on after wiping the lenses, he looked down at you to see your tear ducts brimming with your sadness. “..huh..?” You touched your face as a tear slid down your cheek. The other club members looked at you in concern. “Ah- don’t worry, everyone..” You wave your hands frantically as Daichi and Sugawara stare disapprovingly at Tsukishima. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just gonna.. step outside for a bit.” You forced another smile out onto your face, then quickly scampered out of the gym. The silence was so thick, you could slice it with a sword. Four-Eyes clearly didn’t expect you to be that emotional over his statement, as his face was filled with a small mixture of concern and confusion. He ran after you, shoving his things in his hands to Yamaguchi and leaving the rest of the team shocked into standing still. You had fled to a nearby bench, where you collapsed onto and shoved your face into your hands, desperately trying to stop your tears from shedding. How stupid, you thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you did; you made the team worry about you, and they’re all going to resent you the moment they find out the reason behind your crying. “Y/N.” Jolted out of your thoughts, you looked up to find Tsukishima staring down at you with an unreadable expression. Almost immediately, your face became flooded with streams of tears. You quickly looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands. “I-I’m sorry for talking so much, Tsukki, I’ll try to keep my thoughts to myself-” “Shut up, Y/N.” He interrupted. You sighed and calmed your breathing. “This is what I’m talking about, Tsukishima.” You muttered, putting your face in your hands once again. “I’m just a pest to everyone; anyone I encounter will automatically hate me-” “Stop insulting yourself, dammit.” The middle blocker clenched his fists in anger. “You aren’t a nuisance, and you most definitely aren’t one to be hated on- I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but did it really affect you that much-” You slowly took your face out of your hands to see the blonde crouching, staring up at you. “'Did it really affect you that much?’ What do you think?! God, it really seems like you don’t consider my feelings at all, Tsukishima! I’ve been suspecting that you hate me, but why-?!” Said boy quickly clasped your hands in his, surprising you greatly. His usual expressionless face was morphed into one in a slight panic. “It’s because I like you, idiot!” Taking a moment to process his words, your whole face flushed a scarlet-red. “What?” The tips of Tsukishima’s ears were dusted with a soft coral-pink hue. “You heard me. I won’t repeat myself.” He averted his eyes from yours, squeezing your hands in nervousness. “I-” You were internally melting inside; who would’ve thought the salty beanpole would like someone like you? “But you would always push me to the side! Telling me you were busy and such!” Tsukishima stared at you like you were the biggest dumbass in the world. “I gave you my notes because I knew you didn’t have the energy to take them in class, and the playlist was a collection of songs I thought would suit you. Are you that dense?” “Who are you calling dense?!” You replied hastily. “And for your information, I haven’t given you my answer yet! Let go of my hands, and I’ll tell you, okay?” The middle blocker leaned in close to your face with his dead eye gaze. “It’s an agreement or disagreement, Y/N. What is your response?” You leaned back into the bench, but Tsukishima followed with your movements. “Um- I-” Your words crossed with each other, the lack of personal space making your head spin. “Yes?” Satisfied, the lamppost removed his hands from yours and flicked your forehead. “Simple as that, shortcake. If you want to freeze to death outside, that’s fine by me.” He began to walk back to the gym. “Wha- I’m not short!” You exclaimed, running after the four-eyes. “Also, I’m not the one who’s been sweating profusely for the past hour, so speak for yourself!” Tsukishima gently smiled as he heard you rapidly firing back at his comment. Looks like she’s back to her usual self. 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊 . . . 🖉

✤ obviously he’s gonna be commenting about your hygiene 24/7 ✤ the fact that he’s developed a crush on you doesn’t help, either; it means that you should be extra clean if he were to date you ✤ and of course he has to remind you almost every hour of the day; whether it be by text or in person ✤ now, you didn’t mind him checking up on you every couple of days, but every hour?? ✤ you’re convinced that sakusa has had some sort of trauma in the past, fighting with germs ever since he was a child okay not really.. unless? ✤ he doesn’t even do this to the other people he’s acquainted with; you’ve asked koromi about it, and he says sakusa just sprays him with holy water a disinfecting solution ✤ now you’re confused as to why you’re getting special treatment from him, when you two aren’t as close as him and his cousin ✤ so you personally went to his class to ask him about it ✤ “hey kiyoomi, why do you remind me to be clean every hour that you’re awake?” “because you shouldn’t have a single germ on you.” “but it’s literally the same message every time; at least make it seem more interesting” “cleaning yourself should be simple, not complicated” ✤ you got fed up with it as another week went by, which is understandable, since this clean freak was spamming your phone hour after hour without missing a single text ✤ the fact that sakusa was willing to put effort into reminding you about your hygiene was kind of sweet, but the same message every. single. damn. time. was annoying you like hell ✤ and when you tell him to stop and that you already know how to get rid of germs, he gave you a disgusted look ✤ this had to be one of the most nasty expressions he had ever made, because you stood paralyzed to the floor ✤ “i have been reminding you for your own good, y/n. why don’t you just appreciate what i do for you, instead of complain about it?” ✤ your mouth stayed shut, your tongue feeling as though it was glued to the top of your mouth ✤ “don’t mention anything like this again” ✤ you meekly nodded, and he strolled out the classroom ✤ the moment he was gone, you collapsed onto the floor out of fear, shivering as you replayed the scene again and again in your head ✤ the main question that circled your head was: why was he acting so controlling? ✤ the night after, you texted sakusa, and asked him to meet up with you at your favorite spot ✤ surprisingly, he complied. and you were waiting for awhile by the time he got there..

“Sakusa, hi!” You greeted your friend with a small but warm smile. The ace frowned; it was unlike you to call him by his last name. In fact, it had been months since you’ve said his name with such coldness in your voice. “..why did you call me out here?” He questioned in a low tone. Your eyes grew dark as you thought about what to say to him. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I feel as though we need to.” Sakusa’s own eyes narrowed as you spoke each word. “Are you still going to complain about my reminders to you?” Shaking your head, you stared at your feet while hugging your arms to your chest. “Of course not, I heard what you told me to do. I just.. wanted to know why you got so angry, is all.” The jet-black haired boy stared down at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to remember what specifically happened the day before. “I don’t know what you’re remembering, Y/N, but I wasn’t angry in the slightest. Are you sure you aren’t thinking of another memory of yours?” Your head snaps up when he said that he wasn’t angry. “Yes, I’m very sure.” You firmly say. “Maybe you don’t think you seemed angry, but you were downright furious. It was.. kind of terrifying.” “Are you saying I was out of control yesterday?” “No, just..” You subconsciously hugged your arms tighter to your body, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “..intimidating.” Sakusa tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. You found him intimidating? Just from a little conversation that happened because of you’re questioning ways? “I’m tired, and I’m sure you are, too,” you continued, not catching on that your friend was becoming annoyed with your talking. “Which is why I want to end this quickly. Sakusa, I have a life, too. As much as I appreciate what you do for me, I can take care of myself without your help-” “You’re repeating the same words you stated yesterday, just in different phrasing.” The germaphobe harshly cut in. “I said this once, but I will say it again, for your sake. I am doing this for your own good-” “-and I know what’s good for me and what isn’t, Sakusa!” You exclaimed, your arms no longer crossed. “I can make my own decisions! I’m not some dumb little kid you have to look after-” “Y/N-” “-so just drop this already! It doesn’t help anyone; it doesn’t help me, it doesn’t help you-” “Y/N.” Sakusa lost all patience. He towered over you, his hands clenched tightly into fists. You slightly shrink at his actions, your arms up in defense. The ace didn’t seem to notice your fear as he took a step forward. “You are crawling with so many germs, I can practically see them all over you. You are in no condition to be deciding on your hygiene, when you can’t even rid of the many dirt particles covering your skin.” He took another step forward, and you step back, unsure of what to do. Sakusa broke out of his anger when he heard a slight sob leave your lips. “Why do you hate me so much, Sakusa?!” You asked, pain laced into your voice. “I’m perfectly capable of not being dirty, can’t you see?! Why can’t you just leave me alone-” You used your sleeves to start wiping the tears away, although they doubled to replace the ones you removed. The ace hesitantly enveloped you in a hug, making you break down even more. “Sakusa- no- you’re gonna get germs on you-” You stammered, resisting the temptation to bury your face into his chest. “..I made you cry. I need to pay the consequences.” Said boy murmured, rubbing shapes onto your back. You continued to cry for a good 5 minutes, before slowly pushing him away. “..thank you.” You sniffled. “I know consequences has nothing to do with that. Why did you-?” “I like you, Y/N.” He cut you off, making your eyes widen. “The reason why I’d been constantly reminding you to wash up is because I thought I should date someone who was clean to the touch. That was wrong of me, so very wrong. I apologize, and it’s fine if you reject-” You shut him up with a kiss to his mask. “Are you traumatized yet?” You asked, trying to crack a smile. “That’s my revenge from yesterday.” Sakusa blinked multiple times before realizing what you did. “..I guess I deserved that. So is that a yes..?” You broke out into a beautiful, radiant smile this time, the moonlight making you glow even more than you already were. “Of course, Kiyoomi!”

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Wilfords Demands: Separated

Summary- 5.6k Curtis x You. Curtis lost the tournament and has been cast back to his original home, the tail end. You are now contained in Wilfords precious engine to see the crazy ramblings of Snowpiercers Leader. You also must find out Curtis’s fate and you believe you can find him, if you can just get beyond that door Wilford likes to disappear into. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Stressful situations, spitting, hitting, demeaning talk, threats, language. You also find out what happened with Curtis’s other children, its dark and upsetting. Proceed reading with caution. Thats as descriptive as Im going to get in that warning.

Chapter 6 / Wilfords Demands Masterlist

As you were dragged away, you could hear the cheers echoing off the steel walls. You could feel the overwhelming sensation of panic settling in your chest. It was all consuming as you started struggling against the man dragging you behind Claude, trying to pummel your fists against his padded chest and scratch at him.

“Let me go! CURTIS!” you screamed, resorting to trying to bite at his hand wrapped around your upper arm. Claude scoffed seeing you give the guard a hard time and snapped over quickly, open palmed, she slapped your face to stun you.

You panic turned to white hot rage at the woman, turning on her but the man tightened his grip, stopping all your movements.

“For once in your miserable fucking life, will you stop it?! Jesus Christ you are not worth the effort Wilford puts in you. You don't even make a good whore.” She spit in your face before turning back to open the door to Wilford’s chambers once more, jerking her head to direct the guard to bring you in. “He will be back soon, make sure she doesn’t do something stupid can you? Just don't hurt her, Wilford will have both our heads if anything happens to the precious prize.”

She sneered out the last words at you, You spat at her with a smug smile when it landed on her face. She screamed in disgust and wiped at her face with her sleeve. “Tail Ender Pig, you are all so disgusting.” continuing to mutter as she left the room, the guard released you, standing at the door and his eyes followed you as you were sure to put distance between the two of you.

Wilford’s area was the same as before. More luxurious than the others, you went towards the engine, the furthest you could get from the guard when he barked out. “That's far enough.”

Flipping him the bird, you moved to sit in a nearby chair, rubbing at your belly protectively.

Right now the anger was the only thing controlling your fear. You had no idea what was going to happen to Jace, was Curtis even still alive. You couldn’t think like that, because you would lose it if Curtis was dead.

He promised you that he would find a way, swore to you.

But promises made were not always kept. You swiped at your face furiously to hide the tears, thinking about Curtis would have to come later, when it actually could sink in. For now Curtis was still alive, he would come for Jace, that was all that mattered.

Time seemed to stretch, tension building when you heard the door shift open. The guard stepped aside and Wilford walked in, followed by Grey who was bloody, limping and spotting several cuts and bruises.

I hope you feel every single one Curtis gave you, you hissed in your mind looking at him before turning away.

“Well look at you sweetheart, told you we would be getting to know each other better.” His hand came to stroke your cheek and you jerked away, making him laugh. “Soon enough you will learn not to pull away.” Grey said while Wilford handed him some towels to clean himself up.

“As promised, she is your prize. You just have to wait till after the birth.”

You shifted in your seat, your hand still protective over your stomach to face Wilford, ignoring Grey for now. “Where is Curtis?”

“Well she isn't going to be much longer till she spits out that spawn for you. I don't mind waiting.” Grey spoke over you, ignoring your question.

“Weeks Grey, not long at all.” Wilford flipped to a calendar, and to your disgust you saw where he had appointments set up with the doctor. Your name, some others, you shuddered at it.

“Is Curtis still alive?” You started again, but both men ignored you once again when you finally gave a scream, willing them to at least acknowledge you.

Wilford blinked at you calmly while Grey scowled at you. “Curtis really didn't teach you any manners did he? Know what we are doing first.”

You hitched your chin, refusing to back away from him in fear.

“Curtis is no longer your concern Y/N.” Wilford started. “You won't be seeing him again.”

Your eyes welled up at these words and your face pinched trying to process these. You can't break down right now. Jace needs you to keep it together.

“Fine, but this child is my concern. I need to know what his future is going to be.”

Wilford broke in a grin at this one, rubbing his hands together. “Of course, you spent all this effort supplying me with Curtis’s child. I have high hopes for this one.”

Fuck you were going to be sick, listening to him. “I want to raise him, he is mine as you said.”

Grey cocked a brow, his arms folding over his chest with a laugh, Wilford joining him. “Ah- no. This child is mine. I already have a name. Trust me, that whole Jace Tyler was cute and all, I heard all about why you wanted that name but no. Joseph Wilford the second will become my successor. Hopefully. Curtis was always my favorite.”

You spared a look at Grey who’s features clouded slightly but then went back to victorious. “Well Curtis is washed out, past his prime now.” He pointed out and Wilford shrugged a bit.

“Happens to all of us. Why I needed Y/N to get pregnant rather quickly, before the tournament. I'm still taking a risk, but such a pretty thing who's a survivor from the tail end. I like Joseph’s chances. So for now Dear, your stuff is being removed from Curtis’s quarters, being moved into Grey’s. For now though you will be staying with me. Grey, how about you go get cleaned up, celebrate your victory.”

Grey gave one final swipe of his towel, smirking. “I think I will just do that.” Cold eyes swept over you, possessive now. “I will see you real soon.” Sure to run his fingers over you again and grasp your chin tightly when you tried to pull away, his touch hurt, bit into you as he dug fingernails into your skin to mark you. “Keep up that act, I like breaking women in.”

Letting you go with a cruel laugh, he left the engine. Wilford seemed oblivious to your distress. “Come Dear, let me show you your cot. You need to rest. Most certainly, can't have you stressing the baby.” He tugged you to a stand, leading you to a corner near the engine humming and pushed you to sit. “See this is pretty good.”

You couldn't help it anymore, everything you had hoped for had shattered in moments. You curled as much as you could away from Wilford rubbing your back and sobbed into your arm, mourning Jace’s father.

Curtis first noticed the pain. It riddled him hotly with every sway of the train's movements. His fingers curled against rough fabric underneath him. When he tried to move pain seared through him everywhere making him grit his teeth and sink back into the hardness beneath him. “Don’t try to move mister, Mama said you needed to stay still.” came a young boy's voice near his ear and Curtis strained his neck to look next to him, nothing but shadows and more darkness filling his vision but then movement caught his attention.

A boy, young by the looks of him but it was hard to tell without proper lighting. Big eyes stared at him though as the boy crawled closer to him. “Where am I kid?” Curtis grunted out as the boy lifted a gelatin block to his mouth and took a bite.

“This the back of the train Mister.” He shoved the block at Curtis, setting it on his chest. “I will go get my Mama. You can have some if you're hungry.” The boy smiled and crawled away, dropping away from sight and scurrying off. Curtis curiously picked up the block and sniffed at it, wrinkling his nose at the smell and set it off to the side. With a groan he tried to sit up again, but gasped again in pain. “Fuck!”

“Fuck is right.” A woman came into view, carrying a lantern with her to light up her way and sat at the edge of the bed. The little boy crawled in on the other side and grabbed at the gelatin block to bite into again, squeezing it a bit in his small hands, humming happily at his food.

“Mama, I thought you said that's a bad word.”

“It is Timmy, but he's allowed to say it. Go on now, shoo. Let me talk to this man.” she waved her hands at him and yet again the little boy, giggling this time climbed upwards into what looked like more bedding above Curtis.

She watched him with a soft smile till the boy was gone, then turned her attention back to Curtis. “That's my baby Timmy and my name is Tonya.”

Curtis frowned a bit at the name, then it clicked. “I remember you…” he grunted and Tonya smiled with a nod.

“I remember you to, but back then you were still a youngin’. Barely 17, still young and hot headed. If you are back here, I’m assuming you're still hot headed?” Tonya chuckled as Curtis tried once more to sit up, and she pushed against his chest to press him back down. “Whoever did this to you did a number on you. Mostly your ribs and possibly your shoulder. You are gonna have to just stay put for a while.”

Curtis worked his shoulders and she was correct, the pain in his collarbone and down his back was enough to make him see sparks. “Yup, I have to agree. And not hot headed… There was a tournament and… Fuck.” This time he surged up to a sit with a yell, holding onto steel grating above him, gasping. “I have to get out of here right away. They took her and I promised to keep her safe, keep our son safe.”

Tonya shook her head confused. “Who? What are you talking about? You should lay back down.”

Curtis stubbornly swung his feet over the edge of the bunk and moved to sit on the edge, looking around. More and more of it was familiar. In the years he had been up front, none of it had changed. Except there was less crowding then before.

“Y/N, she's up at the front and in serious trouble. Fuck.” He swore again and pushed to a stand, bracing his hand against the framework and tried to make sense of where the door was. Tonya was right next to him, following along.

“Wait, Y/N? She's up there still alive?”

“Yes.” Curtis weaved among other people and Tonya tried making him stop. “She was in my care, Wilford… “ He came to a stop at a steel door, looking it over to see any way to open it. “Wanted her to get pregnant with my child. Once he has what he wants, he is just gonna throw her to monsters.” he hissed while pressing his hands against the door.

“You are not getting that door open Curtis.” Tonya wedged her way next to him and made him turn around, being as week as he was at the moment. “You are telling me shes pregnant? Our Y/N is pregnant?” Her eyes glowered at him and he squared his shoulders slightly.

“Yes, due anytime now. I told you, she was brought to me for a reason. It wasnt what either of us wanted but…” He turned back to the door and up towards the ceiling, looking for cameras or anything to get someone's attention. “... It turned into something more. And I need to get to her now.” His gaze turned intense looking at Tonya. Her hands were at her hips accusing but then her gaze softened a bit and she sighed.

“There is no way out Curtis, don't you think we have tried? Its a box, a prison. This is hell on earth and you are now stuck in it with us.”

Curtis could feel his breath quickening and his heart racing.

He had to get out of here, he had to get to you.

Time seemed to turn meaningless while you stayed with Wilford. He had the doctor monitor you daily, check constantly for the moments you went into labor. But you shut down, not talking or acknowledging the others around you unless you were forced into it. Wilford though didn't seem to notice. He talked all the time. Rambled joyfully about everything to do with the engine. Tinkering away at little things in it, tightening screws and bolts. Running inspections. “Dear this whole train keeps us alive. And it needs so much care and love.” He would sing softly as his hands stroked along the metal wall. “Just a gentle touch for our sweetheart here.”

You would curl up your legs onto your cot, or try to, it was hard with your belly. He was fucking crazy the way he spoke to the engine. The constant hum of the engine and the spinning didn't help either, it made your head pound till you felt like you were also going to go a bit mad in the room with him.

The nights though were the worst. The engine would seem louder without Wilford’s constant chatter. You would stretch on your cot across the room from Wilford, who slept in a large plush bed. It was hard, almost impossible to get comfortable and relax. It wasn't because the cot actually bothered you, you spent years either in a hard bunk or leaning against a wall in the tail end.

Instead you were used to sleeping with Curtis. His body would be pressed in against yours, his arm wrapped around you to hold you close and your head would be cushioned on his chest or shoulder, or a hand draped over his stomach. He was warm and safe. That is what you missed. Your hands would rub your belly, sniffling to yourself. You refused to let yourself cry in front of Wilford. But in the night when your only company was the hum of the engine, you let yourself talk to Jace about Curtis.

How much you missed his father, letting yourself mourn for him because it was the times you thought maybe he actually didn't make it. Those thoughts you cursed yourself, because he couldn’t be gone. He hadn't even gotten to meet his son. The nights were the hardest, the only time you didn't have to pretend to not exist and it would become overwhelming. When it became too much you would sing softly to your belly.

Don't take my sunshine away.

The only thing unusual about the engine was the door. Just a door near the spinning blue lights that made the engine come to life that you studied. It was better than going into a trance watching the blue orbs circle slowly. Wilford would once in a while disappear into the room and wouldn't come back out. Just a few times you leaned just right in your cot when he disappeared into the room, catching sight of computer monitors. That had to be how Wilford was watching all of you.

That made you shiver, the idea Wilford watched you and Curtis doing everyday things. You didn't even want to think of what else he spied on. But more importantly if you could get in there, maybe you could find Curtis. Or see if he was still alive.

One morning Wilford was cooking what you guessed was supposed to be breakfast. The smell of onions, potatoes and eggs was making your stomach roll viciously. Curtis had always made sure no eggs made it into the room. Wilford wasn't quite as considerate. You were just coming out of the bathroom, having rinsed your mouth out when the smell hit you all over again. Luckily nothing was left to come up.

“Sweetheart, just think when I have Jr, I will have him ready to take over the engine.” Wilford said cheerfully, sliding eggs onto a plate with a sickening splatter. Your stomach did another roll, and you did your best not to gag. It didn't click with his Jr. spiel, since you never thought of your son as anything other than Jace Tyler. Wilford slid a plate on a small table near your cot for you. “Go ahead eat, I want Jr big and strong like his sire. Make his Poppa proud.” He turned away and you ignored the eggs, recalling his earlier statement.

“Take over the engine?”

Wilford made a show of cracking another egg into a bowl, holding up the shell. “Did you know these would be extinct if it wasn't for me? Something so simple… “ He studied it before tossing it into a nearby garbage bucket. “No more chickens. Or oranges like you have in that glass next to you. Fresh squeezed by the way. No more bread.” He picked up two slices of thick sliced bread. “Nor butter, because cows would be extinct.” He dropped them into a pan to crisp and sizzle. “Everything Y/N would be extinct, if it wasn't for our Snowpiercer.” he flipped his eggs and slid them onto his plate.

You remained quiet, refusing the eggs, the toast and the juice he had set on the table, watching him.

“But I won't last forever. I can fix this train, but there is no way to replace my body parts. So next best thing. Make the perfect replacement.” He went to his table and sat down. “Why I searched you out for Curtis. Women in the front, been ruined in less then twenty years we have been on this train.” He said disgusted as he started to eat, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth and chewing. The yellow burst of yolk on his lip certainly made you gag this time, covering your mouth while trying to turn away.

“No, I needed someone smart enough to survive but also untouched.” His grin turned cool as his eyes raked over you. “You survived the tail end, were strong enough to survive the lockbox as well as stunning, how you came out of there a virgin I don't know. But it worked out for me. Perfect for Curtis. All his other children before, just weren't perfect enough.” Another forkful of runny eggs and toast. You were struggling trying to wrap your mind around what Wilford was saying.

“W-what happened to the others?” You asked shakily, scared of the answer.

“Ahh, they didn't work out. We tried, sometimes the babies wouldn't shut up, other times they got to a certain age and would struggle with the motor skills. There were a few who got sickly.” Wilford shrugged as he sopped at his plate with his bread and popped that into his mouth. You though, your arms circled around yourself protectively as the horror of what he was saying made your heart race.

“You just- got rid of them?”

“Of course, I can't keep them if they can’t be useful. That's when it clicked. Curtis, he was fine. He's everything I wanted, big, strong, smart. Until you came along, he thought logically. It's a flaw, his falling for you, made him weak. But nothing I can't overlook I suppose. So many other perfect qualities in a leader. It was the woman.” He carried his plate to the sink and approached you. You shrunk back on your cot and he cupped your face in delicate warm hands, hands that never did hard work. “I needed a strong woman to match. All the front end bitches I paired with him threw off weaklings. You Sweetheart are going to give me the perfect prodigy. I considered switching Curtis for Grey for a while, but ahh he is too volatile to throw me a good son. No, it had to be Curtis and You.” He brushed your cheek gently and then grasped your hair to yank you forward towards the plate of food. “Now eat this gift I give you, because I need that baby to come out healthy.”

Claude entered the room, clipboard in hand with a smile. “Sir if you're all set, we are ready for the inspection in the greenhouse.”

“Oh yes Claude, be right there.” He beamed as he pointed at your tray of food with a snap of his fingers. “I want this gone.” Turning he made his way to Claude, the two of them chatting as they left the room, leaving you all alone.

Your heart raced and breathing came out in a rush. With a swipe of your hand, you pushed the plate and glass off the table to shatter against the floor in a mess, screaming in a shrill burst. Overwhelmed with what he informed you, you couldn't hold it all back anymore, your scream just got shriller and tense to bounce all around you from the steel walls. Your voice ended up giving out with a croak and you dropped your heads into your hands sobbing at the fate of your son.

You can't let this happen, just can't. This isn't what you or Curtis wanted for Jace. Your head lifted and eyes were wildly looking around the room, trying to figure something out. Attacking Wilford would do nothing. You could possibly hold him at knife point, but it would only be a matter of time before you were captured again, and it would just be worse for you and Jace if you had managed to kill Wilford. No, it needed to be more permanent. Something that would overthrow the whole train.

Your eyes fell to the door, the door with all the monitors and control panels. You needed to be in that room and that's when a plan started to form.

Although Curtis couldn’t find a way out of the tail end didn’t mean he wasn’t busy. Curtis started to get to know more about the tailenders, those who were ready to fight for there freedom, those with special skills that could be used in a revolt, listen to the stories of the horrors they have had to do to survive. It became more then simply getting back to you, now it was about getting these people out of here as well.

Curtis started timing the guards coming through, trying to figure out how to work the inspections and feeding times to his advantage. After all this time, they should be fairly slack, rituals loose purpose after a while.

But he didnt see his opening. No matter how many times he timed the lengths the doors were open, how long they stayed, how hard the cart full of the blocks were to manuever. It was all so precise, the same everytime and there eyes were watchful, always willing to bash a tailender should they step out of line.

There was just four counts when all the doors were open and Curtis could see down the length of the train. It just wasnt enough time to get through several train cars. Tonya was perched next to him, listening to him count under his breath.

“Curtis, don’t. We’ve tried that. It just ends with them culling us.” She hurriedly whispered back to him. Once they left he turned to her.

“Then what Tonya? Y/N might have had Jace and tossed to Grey. Who even knows what will happen to my son.” Some frustrated tears caught in his lashes and some managed to escape, making a track down his now sooty dirty face. He dropped his head into his hands and Tonya rubbed at his back, trying to be supportive even though she delivered the harsh reality.

“I know Curtis…I’m sorry, I just don’t want you going on a suicide mission. Y/N needs you, so does that little boy you got coming.”

Curtis took a ragged sigh and stared back up at the camera beeping above the door, flipping it off before pushing to a stand and disappearing out of sight to continue trying to figure out a way to get back to you.

You waited, you could be patient. You learned a while ago when you first joined Curtis to watch, it was also the harsh lesson he taught you in the beginning. It was how you got to know him as the man you cared for today. You were quick to learn that Wilford wasn't predictable. He would go into the room at random times. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for a few minutes.

No matter how much you looked around the engine from your perch on your cot, you couldn't see where there were any cameras in the engine room. But you were still wary. Thinking maybe he was trying to catch you doing something, spring out of that room with a gotcha.

But you were smarter. No, you were patient. Storing it all away.

The worst was when Grey would come around. He seemed to turn into Wilford’s pet, always coming in to chat with him or ask favors. Oftentimes he would sit across the table, staring intently at you with a sneer. His eyes roaming you up and down like he had a right to take you whenever. These times you would hitch your chin up and stare back at him. Refusing to give him the satisfaction that he won.

Maybe he did win your body. But you refused outright to give him any satisfaction in that. It didn't matter though, for Grey you were just a prize. You didn't matter to him except what you could give him.

“She must be due soon, right?” Grey drawled out, moving to a stand and approaching you. In your bid to defy him, you didn't move an inch to draw away from him. His hand fisted in your hair, twisting viciously to have you look up at him. “Excited right? I'm sure it gets a bit boring just sitting here on your cot, waiting for time to pass with that little bastard inside of you.”

You work your mouth to draw out some spit, hocking it at him as best you can at the unnatural angle. It earned you a loud smack, whipping your head to the side. Not a word dropped from you in pain as you glared up at him. Grey leaned in closer, his hand wiping at his face and wiping his hand clean in your hair he still had fisted in his other hand.

“Nasty little thing arn’t you? Treat Curtis like this? Or did you just drool all over his cock every chance you get?” His fingers bit into your cheeks as he pressed harshly against the hinge of your jaw, wrenching your mouth open. “Don't worry, soon this will be all you know.” He spat in your open mouth, making you heave and try to pull away from him as he lewdly groped his crotch, laughing at your distress.

“Grey, leave her alone… you will have her soon enough.” Wilford finally interjected, beckoning Grey forward towards the room. “I got something to show you anyways, step in here.”

Grey snickered at you before sauntering over, passing through the door and Wilford followed him in, closing themselves in. You grabbed at some of the bedding, bringing a corner of a blanket to your mouth to try to tear at the fabric. You just needed a little bit.

Your teeth ripped into the cloth and stitches, wrenching at the fabric till you could feel it weakening.

Another pull, another twist and you could feel the fabric starting to give. Your eyes darted back to the door. “Come on…” You whined out and then there was a distinctive rrrriiippp…

Balling the small bit of fabric in your fist, you got up to approach the door. Careful you pressed your ear to it, trying to listen over the engines humming, but it was pointless. The whoosh whoosh whoosh of the spinning mechanisms made you sigh in exasperation. You didn't want to ruin your chance by not being prepared.

Pressing against the wall, you tried to think about what you knew. The door was pressured close to guarantee a seal. Your eyes roving up to the mechanism that worked the door. It also made it close slow. You could wait a good five seconds after they left the room to do what you wanted. You could pretend you were passing by to go to the bathroom, seeing the door was just beyond your main target. Stepping back a few steps, you paused. Eyes on the handle, waiting for them to walk back out, swing the door wide open.

It felt like hours till the handle jiggled and sure enough it swung wide open with both men leaving, laughing about some shared joke between one another. You started counting just like the way your Grandpa showed you when you were a kid playing hide and seek in the apple orchard.

One Mississippi

You stepped forward as if you had been striding from your cot, which neither of you bothered to give a glance. The door clicked into reverse.

Two Mississippi

Your chest clenched seeing the door start to close, the two men were a step away from you now where you could pass between them and the door.

Three Mississippi

In passing, you rolled the ball of fabric in your palm, your hand brushing against the inside of the door jam and nimbly shoved the ball into the hole that would seal the door shut. Continuing on past.

Four Mississippi

You paused at the bathroom door, your hand giving a shiver of anxiety while listening before opening the bathroom door. Please don't latch, please don't latch….

Five Mississippi

The door shut, but there was no distinctive click the door handle locked. You glanced over your shoulder to see it looked sealed. You yanked on the bathroom handle and escaped into the bathroom, covering your mouth as a gasp of relief escaped you, tears brimming your eyes at knowing it worked. Now it was just hoping Wilford left before he found out what you had done. Sinking to the floor, you took several breaths to try to calm your racing heart. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes, your hands pressed against your belly, whispering. “Jace, we are gonna find your daddy and figure it out from there. Right kiddo… we got this. We are going to be okay.”

After giving yourself your pep talk and you weren't feeling like Wilford was going to figure it out and bust through that door, you made your way back out to see Claude had joined Wilford and Grey.

“Well I need to go do my inspections.” Wilford motioned towards to exit, Grey took a glance at you shuffling back to your cot. Coldly he looked you up and down, obviously checking you out.

“Will be seeing you soon Y/N.” You didn't respond, looking away as you lowered down onto your cot. He left and Wilford reached out for a clipboard Claude was holding, scanning over several papers. “What's the numbers on the tailenders?”

“High hundreds. We took a count this morning. Its getting overcrowded once again.”

“Ahh, I know it was getting bad once more. Gonna have to do something about that.” Wilford sighed. “Just need to get creative about it.” You did your best to keep from retaliating. “And how's our special guest there?”

This made you perk, curious as to who he would be talking about. “Oh settling in nicely, like he never left.” Claude retorted as the door opened, and you couldn't stop the flutter of hope. Maybe it was Curtis.. Could be Curtis they were talking about. The door slammed shut and you started to count.

Wilford could stay away anywhere from ten minutes to an hour. As anxiously as you wanted to run to the door and go in the room of cameras, you couldn't do it too soon. Wilford would just rush back in and stop you. All this effort, lost.

So you waited. Counting like before till you were sure it had been a good ten minutes. Easing off the cot, you approached the door and rested your hand to the door handle.

God let this work. You screwed your eyes shut and started to ease back, the door moving just as easily as if it was properly unlocked. Not even a turn of the handle. Slipping inside and pulling out the fabric from the hollow spot in the door, you let it shut you in.

Camera, so many grainy moving pictures, it made your head thump with the intake of information. You started moving from screen to screen, searching faces to try to find Curtis. No matter how many you looked through, searching the garden cars, over to the kitchen crew, entertainment cars full of kronole high individuals, none of them had Curtis. You made your way down the line, cars with animals, people making equipment, prison cars. Still no Curtis. You bit at your lip, your fingertips pressing against screens, like you were crossing off people.

“Come on Curtis, I need you to show yourself.” You passed to the last row, people all from the tail end. You leaned in close, mentally crossing off sections till you stopped at the door. It was a flash of familiarity that brought you back to that screen.

“Jace… I found your daddy.” Your voice broke in relief, seeing him studying the door and camera, scowling up at it. You remember that look, the one that he was frustrated with his situation. You had never been so relieved to see him looking pissed off. “Thank fucking god you are still alive Curtis.” You fell back to sink in an office chair. “Now how do I get you out?”

#wilfords demands #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #tw: children deaths #curtis everett fan fiction #snowpiercer fan fiction #curtis everett au #snowpiercer au #amber writes #sweater writes

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rose-colored-amy · 3 years

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So, this is a continuation to my extremely short one-shot Last Moments, Last Regrets, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Regardless, I'll leave the link of that one in here:

Also, thanks to @coeurhh for suggesting I write a second part. You're a sweetheart 🥰

She made a lovely fanart/gif, which I'm also sharing, of course:

Prompt: AU. Sakura's death goes unnoticed to everyone but the squad she protected with her life and Tsunade. Team Kakashi doesn't find out until the very end, when Naruto and Sasuke have already had their fight, and there's nothing to do about it but mourn the absence.

Warning: Mild Sasusaku and lots of angst. Team 7 sort-of-fluff (?)

—Blue Bird, Let Go—

"Hey, bastard... I know they really let us down, the village, I mean."

"Aa... "

"But I really think it's not all that bad. When we were I team, I knew you understood. It felt like having a brother, believe it."

They were watching their lives go by, shadows of unknown faces passing by them, not noticing their pain, or not caring whatsoever. Their backs were touching, but it was all cold and bleak; a bad memory. A clan slaughtered, a demon sealed. Two lonely boys wallowing in their own sadness.

"Well, even if I don't make it, I'm glad it was you, bastard—"

"Shut up, idiot." His voice sounded strained, even for his standards, but Sasuke was so tired he couldn't even bring himself to care.

"We're really dying, ah? Wanna say something? I do have things to say, 'cause there's no way I'm dying—"

"In silence?" Sasuke interrupted, but Naruto payed him no mind.

"Without telling you how much of an asshole you've been! I couldn't even keep my promise to Sakura-chan! She's gonna be so damn mad when she finds out, I'm sure she'll drag me back to life just to cave my face in—" He was rambling at that point, but it was just so comforting and normal to Sasuke that he didn't even acknowledge it anymore.

"Hn. Sakura... She..."

"She still loves you, asshole. I don't have any idea how it can be possible but—"

"I'm sorry..." It sounded rushed, but Naruto heard it perfectly, and in the darkness of their shared consciousness, Sasuke heard a resigned sigh.

"Well, it's not that bad. I cannot imagine dying beside anyone but you, bastard."

"Idiot..." He made a pause. "Me neither."

"You're both a pair of idiots!"

Suddenly, the unreadable mass of unrecognizable faces around them cleared, and one figure stood in front of them, pink eyebrows frowned in annoyance. Though this version of Sakura looked familiar, it was one none of the boys had seen in a long time. Genin, long-haired, Sakura was glaring at them, arms crossed.

"Sakura-chan! What are you doing in here?!"

Her eyes softened. "What, so I'm supposed to let you two die, after everything? No way in hell!"

"Sakura..."

"You!" She pointed at Sasuke, who flinched slightly at her rudeness. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I don't care. Lighten up and start being your moody self. We love you just like that! Don't act so repented and shit! If you're sorry stop looking like a lost puppy and start doing something about it, you asshole!" Her voice was raising with madness and it was slightly off putting to see what used to be a stuttering lovestruck preteen talking to him like that.

Naruto snorted at that, obviously delighted for not being at the receiving end of her wrath for once. It was short-lived, however.

"And you!" She pointed at the blonde; then crossed her arms. He jumped back in fright. "What is this? How dare you even consider dying after you promised to be the best goddamned Hokage in history?! Here I am, rooting for you, while you lay around like a lazy pig with your edgy bro there. You should be ashamed of yourself!" She scoffed.

Naruto's mouth was so wide open he could have caught a fly. "Lazy pig? Are you kidding?!"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, half amused, half annoyed. "Edgy?"

Suddenly, the edges of their vision began to blurr, like a genjutsu being unravelled. "Ah, someone came to help you at last." Sakura seemed relieved. Strangely so.

"Hey, Sakura-chan! You know what? You're right. I'll be the best damn Hokage ever, believe it! Just you watch!" He threw a punch to the air.

Seemingly placated and pleased with his answer, she nodded. "I know so." Then, she turned to her other teammate, who was concentrating solely on her face, mismatched eyes softened as they'll ever be. "And you'll make sure he doesn't mess up, right?"

They shared a long silence. There was something strange about Sakura aside her appearance. He could tell. "Hn. I will..."

"Hey! I don't need him watching over—"

"Sure you don't." He countered sarcastically.

"Also..." They turned to her again. "I'm sorry."

"Wha—" Naruto stuttered. "What the hell would you be sorry for, Sakura-chan?! If anything, it's the bastard here who should be apologizing to you!"

"Sakura..." Sasuke seemed to be searching for the right words, but she couldn't let them go without them listening to her. To what she needed them to know. There wasn't much time left after all.

"I'm sorry, because I wasn't what you needed..." She closed her eyes, her pretty minty orbs. Her appearance suddenly shifted, before then now standing her true self, still dressed in the standard shinobi uniform of the alliance. Her forehead protector lost to whoever knows where. "And thank you. You both made me stronger. You made me appreciate what I had. And I'll always, always love you. Our moments together like team seven... I'll treasure them for all eternity."

"Sakura-chan..."

"I know Konoha wasn't the best to you both, but don't forget the good... The wholesome moments. It's all that matters in the end... Our bonds, the bonds you managed to forge with sweat and blood... The world we live in, the world that gave me the chance to meet you. To me, that's to be cherished. Forever."

The white light started overwhelming the rest. Even Sakura's features started dissapearing.

"Live. Just live." For that, she specifically stared at Sasuke, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And thank you."

Sasuke started racing towards her, hand stretched, a forebonding understanding shaking his bones. "Sakura!"

And then, they both lost consciousness.

When they woke up, aside from feeling like shit, the first thing that crossed their minds what the finality of Sakura's words. Tsunade was beside them, patching them up, with Kakashi beside her, silently watching over them.

"About time, brats! What were you think—"

"Baa-san." Naruto interrupted her, his voice the most serious she had heard him until then.

"Where's Sakura?" Sasuke finished for him, his eyes icy and detached, trying to keep his worry at bay.

But she didn't need to answer. Her chakra flow hesitated, spiking with sorrow. Her eyes glistening with unbearable loss. Kakashi, at her side, stared, eyes widened in comprehension.

She was gone by a long shot.

And they were just finding out.

...

Everybody had different ways of dealing with loss. Naruto helped rebuild the village along with everyone else, but he skipped his usual meals, his ramen left forgotten in his kitchen counter. His movements when sparring were sloppy at best, not just because of the new prosthetic limb, but also because his mind was clearly somewhere else. Usually, Shikamaru would drag him out his makeship house, like he had done when Jiraija was gone for good. Sometimes, he would bring Ino with him, who was suspiciously skinny and messier than normal. No makeup covering the dark circles under her eyes.

Kakashi spent more than usual at the memorial stone every day, tracing the newly marked name of the girl who once remained him of Rin but that had come to claim a place for herself in his heart. Also, he took more missions than it was allowed in a month, going so far as to pick up his ANBU mask again, which caused an altercation with Tsunade, who hadn't been sober in a long time and had been hoping to hand the Hokage seat to him.

Sai avoided the color pink for a long time.

Sasuke... Well, he dealed with loss the same as everyone else... Longing for the missing person to be there, itching to have the opportunity to say what he couldn't at the time. Wanting to be alone whenever they would reach for him... And he built a tomb for her in hopes to find some closure. Not that official, because there wasn't a body to bury, and it had no name, but it was enough for him. He would bring with him camellias every day, buying them at the Yamanaka's, where Ino would always glance at him in silent understanding.

One morning, on his way to her tomb, he spotted a young shinobi leaving a white lilly for her. When he came by, the child spoke without a care, like they were acquaintances. "This is Sakura-san's, right?"

"Hn." It wasn't really an answer, but the child seemed to understand anyway.

"You know? Mama and big sister are also buried in these grounds... I always talk to them and tell them about my day and stuff I want them to know!" He turned to the Uchiha, a smirk on his cherubic face. "I'm sure she would appreciate it as well." And just like that, he left without another word.

Sasuke sat on the ground, just in front of the stone, mismatched eyes half lidded. Sensing no one in the vicinity, he exaled a shaky breath, and his dam opened up, the words longing to be said broke the silence he had been wrapping around himself since he knew of her death:

"I miss you... I've been missing you since I first left."

#naruto #sasusaku #team 7 #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #tsunade senju #post war #fanfiction #sai #ino yamanaka #angst

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whyispickingausernamesohard · 3 years

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Remember when we were having friends vibe check the mechs? Yeah this was with @astronautjaws

Note that I do talk to this friend about the mechs a Lot so they did know some stuff (a Jonny ramble had happened literally the night before for example). (Also the Sasha mentioned in Ivy's is Sasha Sienna bc I also ramble about them)

Images descriptions under read more, if there’s a better way to format them please let me know!

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Ten images, each with 1 to 5 pictures of a given Mechanism and comments edited over.

Three pictures of Raphaella la Cognizi, featuring both of her wing styles. Comments read “She looks like a Juliet but she’s wearing all red so imma guess Red Rose? Clone or otherwise. Nice wings tho” “Okay but she does look like a Juliet” “Holy fuck Juliet” “wings and just straight up gay vibes, uh idk much about ships positions so imma go sword girl, now thinking about it her mechanism can be sword wlw”

One picture of Gunpowder Tim. Comments read “Jonny, human disaster and feral bastard, cannibal, tax fraud committee, captain?, gay dads that he killed both of” and a conversation between the person sending, “What’s his mechanism” and the person commenting, “Oh fuck. Uh compass?”

Two pictures of Jonny D’Ville. Comments read “he gives me a Nils vibe so let’s go with that, uh I go with him being a navigator but a badass one cause I feel like he would be looking at a map then turn around and shoot whoever was behind him without flinching, I feel like he’s 5′2″ tho which tbh the shorter you are the closer to satan you are so, that gun be his mech.” Comments from the sender read “You have no idea how much discourse there is over how tall he is” and “He has such short ppl energy but Insists he isn’t short (I think I remember seeing his height somewhere but I don’t remember it)”

Three pictures of Ashes O’Reilly. Comments read “they are the one who paved the way to enbies using random nouns as their names and i love it, tbh I was gonna go with like June as their name but I really think August/Auggie is more their vibe, Fucking shit is that a 5 string bass I love them, Their mech better be that bass, Lieutenant? Like is that a position used on this ship?, In regards to my first point their middle name is definitely Quill”

Two pictures of Nastya Rasputina. Comments read “those blue streaks of hair in the first pic bonus points there, she looks innocent but she’s definitely the kind of person who has a first name that’s minimum 3-4 syllables and she has 5 different middle names, Genevieve or Rebekah for sure (yes I did look at a name generator for this cause I can’t think of words let alone names with more than 3 syllables), I feel like her mech is a ring some jewelry, rank??? Seriously I know nothing of rank”

Five pictures of the Toy Soldier. Comments read “Toy Soldier babey, the child, it will either destroy baby yoda or team up with baby yoda for world domination, its mech I feel like is like the metal lumberjack from wizard of oz where it’s a metal heart that ticks, it has no rank cause nothing can contain The Feral Babey/Child - only chaos, timetraveling babey but wherever it lands everybody just goes ‘aw’ and TS commits crimes.” A conversation between the sender, “Yea basically fuck I talk too much about TS,” and the person commenting, “Oh for sure.” Another comment from the sender is placed over two pictures of the Toy Soldier with its hair down. It reads “These two pics in particular unlock secret emotions in me”

Two pictures of Drumbot Brian. In both pictures he is wearing the bronze face paint. Comments read “gold boi, shiny 10/10, I feel like Leo/Leonardo fits him, it might be the beart/long hair but I feel like he’s friends with the lesbians- like Hozier, mech is that drumstick? Cause you can’t play the accordion and drums at the same time?, cook probs, he’s just smiley all the time - he’s definitely the capybara of the group”

Five pictures of Marius von Raum. In two pictures an ace of hearts card is clearly visible in his hat. Comments read “Zack or Max, he’s the one who has been pulling stupid pranks everywhere like whoopie cushions under every seat, I spy with my little eye an ace in his hat so he’s confirmed canon asexual (would have preferred the ace of spades but I’ll take it), his mech is that card, no one wants to give him a rank cause he came on the ship stealing snacks and never left but he’s good at fighting in battle so he can stay” “K he’s aroace”

Three pictures of Ivy Alexandria. Comments read “[many question marks] Hello??, I may have just found a reason to start listening to the mechs, hey wait is this Sasha or nah, eh might as well go with Sasha cause why not, last pic got a knife so the knife is definitely the mech cause knife, That vest! That style! WTF! I love it!, feels like she’s off reading books while the rest of the crew is out fighting and only joins as a last resort. Plus if/when she joins the fight it’s over in 5 minutes cause gotta go back to reading that book before you’re out of the zone and you lose motivation for reading the book and it sits unfinished on a table (adhd mood but still) also if she occasionally fights while reading the book, just a book in one hand and a sword in another fighting off whoever is in front of her never breaking eye contact with the book”

One black and white picture of Dr. Carmilla. Comments read “her mech is the Spencer’s or hot topic gift card cause piercings, and if you don’t like that answer then I’d say it’s a dried/pressed flower or clover that’s been made into a bookmark cause that vibes, feel like her name is Rain or Millie, I feel like she doesn’t have a position but more of a location and that is the crow’s nest cause if you have a ukulele people are going to ask you to play the TOP cover of Falling in Love With You song over and over again or House Of Gold, and there’s no escaping it when you have your ukulele in hand”

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#the mechanisms #the mechs #raphaella la cognizi #gunpowder tim #jonny d'ville #ashes o'reilly #nastya rasputina #the toy soldier #drumbot brian #marius von raum #ivy alexandria #dr carmilla #doctor carmilla #taz talks #yea i'm maintagging this bc why not #also yes they fundamentally misunderstood what i meant by 'their mechanism is a mechanical thing that makes them immortal'#in my defense i KNOW ive said its a body part #long post cw #long post

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 5- Valhalla

Summary: The gala was fun and all, a mild exception being when you almost got choked out by one of the Swedes. For the time being, you and Diego get a surprise visit by the rest of the Hargreeves.

If you want tagged just hit me up. Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @fandomoverlord221 @la-vie-en-amour1 @2cuteforyourlies @thatfandombitcch

“You know, I’m starting to get the feeling Dads avoiding us.” Five says frustrated, looking on as the cars continue to hastily leave the ruined party.

“Yeah, no shit.” You mumble back at him, fixing your dress, as you happen to notice how it now has a nice clean rip where the shoulder seam should be together. In the face of danger all accessories are temporarily forgotten, oh well, you didn’t even like the dress anyways, to constricting.

“Hate to be the boring one, guys, but, uh, it’s time to get the hell out of here.” Says Lila as she walks into view from behind some bushes and a brick wall, continuing to walk past all of you until she reaches the pavement, stopping to turn around and usher you three to follow.

“When you say “we,” who exactly are you referring to?” Challenges Five.

“Not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.” Replies Lila, shrugging him off.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but whatever it is, I’d advise you return posthaste.” Five says, using that pushy tone of his again, done with Lila’s falsities.

“She’s right Five we gotta get outta here.” Mutters Diego, looking around slightly nervously.

“I just saved your life, you kinder-shit. If I hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.” She snaps back.

“That’s the problem. You’re too good. You ask too many questions. You know too much. And you fight like you know what you’re doing.” Five says making a compelling point. You eye her up suspiciously.

“He’s not wrong.” You tell her, equally as conflicted as to who or what she truly is.

“So I know how to handle myself. And that makes me the bad guy?” She questions calmly like what we’re saying is absolutely ridiculous.

“Whoever you are, you’re in my way. If I see you again, I will kill you.” States Five seriously, with restrained anger flashing in his eyes as he gives her a last dirty look before walking away back to Elliot’s house.

Looking to you and Diego in disbelief, she turns to go walking a couple of feet before turning back to the both of you. “Guys come on we have to go.” She urges.

“I was getting my ass handed to me back there. You helped Five, not me.” He questions walking in closer to here accusingly.

“Because he’s a kid and you’re a man. Bloody act like one for god sakes, Y/N didn’t appear to need any help. If I remember correctly.” She says in defense, trying to get her point across without giving herself away.

Nodding Diego walks past her. You look up at her pleading eyes and look down for a second thinking of what to do. Making up your mind, you purse your lips together, walking past her as well.

“Y/N, really?” She pleads, knowing she’s losing the battle. You turn to her.

“I liked you Lila, you were fun to hang around with for awhile, I’ll admit. But we know nothing about you, and shits gotten weirder then ever. And right now I can sense that your lying to us, I wouldn’t even have to look at you to know that, I can practically smell it.” You explain to her without much remorse, you knew something was up after all, and nothing is getting in the way of your family’s safety. If she happens to be with the wrong people, that is.

You stare at her for a second more before turning around and following Diego. Tired of all the crazy shit you’d endured at the party.

“Oh, come on. Y/N? Diego? Really? You’re just gonna walk away?” She yells, as Diego starts to make a beeline for the woods. You ignore her calls as you jump over the thigh high stone wall and into the woods you go.

——

The next morning you and Diego get a surprise visit from Luther, someone whom you haven’t seen in a year and a half. After greetings are said, he walks in hungry as ever. So now here you are in Elliot’s kitchen as Luther makes himself a ridiculously large amount of scrambled eggs. You, Diego, Five, and Luther in the midst of a discussion on everything that’s happened up until now.

Smelling the delicious scent of scrambled eggs you sit on the kitchen table with your boots on the chair, looking between Diego and Luther who’s currently cooking said eggs at the moment. Watching as Diego paces back and forth heated about the ass kicking you, Five, and himself received last night.

“No, no, no, I don’t understand. They keep following me and Y/N. Those Dutch fuckers.” Diego points out, attempting to explain his thoughts to Five.

Wait, who?” Wonders Luther, trying to keep up with what’s going on.

“Some Swedish sociopaths.” You answer bluntly.

“Precisely Y/N, atleast one of you is paying attention.” Turning to Diego he continues, “They’re hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do anymore damage to the timeline.”

“Yeah, but why now? I mean I’m fine for three months until you showed up.” Diego growls, snapping his fingers angrily at Five’s unflinching form.

“Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me.” Luther adds, focusing on the eggs he’s still cooking.

Pointing to Five you reply, “Luther’s got a point. I was here for almost two years and I haven’t been randomly hunted down by anyone. Then you show up and I get put in a choke-hold.” You say raising an eyebrow at him.

“Even if it was my fault, which it isn’t, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone’s gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate.” Comments Five, glancing between the three of you.

Quietly Luther speaks up, “Well that’s not exactly true.” He says with a sigh, looking at the wall before turning to your guys’ confused faces.

“What do you mean?” Asks Five, stepping in closer.

“You didn’t?” He looks away from your prying gaze, he did.

“I saw him.” Luther says, looking nervously at you three, like a child getting caught with a frog in his pocket. He then proceeded to go on a long and boring story about how he traveled back to the Umbrella Academy, talked with Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself, only to get shot down and sternly told to leave. Of course that’s what was going to happen, idiot, he doesn’t even know who you are.

Sitting to Luther’s right and Diego to his left with Five in a chair to your back left. You slouch leaning your arms against the table, propping your head up with your right arm, as you lean against the wall. Listening to the two converse about his misfortunes.

“That’s pathetic.” Diego tells Luther bluntly.

“Yeah, well at least he didn’t shank my ass.” He mumbles, mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“No, bro, he shanked your heart.” Diego says in the most sincere voice you’ve heard in awhile.

Snorting with amusement from your side of the table, you add bluntly, “Well it wouldn’t be the first time.” Gaining a chuckle from Diego and an eye roll from Five.

“Mhm, hilarious.” Luther replies sarcastically, continuing to scarf down more eggs.

Walking into the doorway to the kitchen, Elliot stops, looking confused at Luther. “Is that my bathrobe?” Staring up at him like a deer in the headlights he says innocently, “No”

“Look, who cares what he shanked? He knows something about time travel.” Interrupts Five, talking to the three of you.

“Uh, wait, why don’t we just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?” Wonders Elliot.

Standing up visibly frustrated, not really caring enough to explain himself anymore, Five asks the three of you sitting down. “Anyone care to explain?”

Luther looks up at Elliot ready to clarify why, “First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” Diego adding, “Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”

“Last time I tried it, I scattered my family across three years in Dallas, Texas, possibly triggering a doomsday.” Five says, while making himself a cup of coffee. “Anymore questions, Elliot?”

“Uh, no.” Studders Elliot, finally getting the point.

“You’re all missing the big picture. Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.” Diego says sternly.

“A cabal?” Luther asks, confused again.

“Ignore him” You tell Luther, earning a glare from Diego, you smile at him innocently.

“Look, the way I see it, we only have one option.” States Five.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Questions Luther, half sarcastically.

“It’s time to get the Umbrella Academy back together.” Five says in all seriousness.

“Hell yeah, family meeting.” Diego grins, looking at you, you lift an arm up in reply.

“Why not?”

——

Sitting in the upstairs area near the balcony are Diego, Luther, Vanya, and Elliot, who’s trying to explain the workings and history of jello to everyone. No one really caring enough to listen to his rambling about how it’s made. Meanwhile, you stand looking down at the doors in excited anticipation for your long lost friends.

You listen as they bicker from behind you, Diego still salty about getting the life sucked out of him by Vanya’s energy tentacles, finally they make their peace and you smile to yourself. Proud that he’s matured a bit since then, knowing old Diego probably wouldn’t even be talking to her right now. Hearing the sound of a bell ring, you look up to the doors and spot Five, Allison, and Klaus making their way inside. Shouting their own greetings not catching sight of the rest of you just yet. Now finally looking up, they spot the four of you and shock instantly arrives on their faces, everyone looking at each other with dumbfounded smiles.

“Oh, wow. I know this is impossible, but, did we all get sexier?” Klaus wonders his eyes landing on each of you. You smile at him, missing his stupid humor.

The four of you walk quickly down the steps, grateful to have the whole family back together again. You rush up to Klaus, engulfing him a bear huge. “I missed my partner in crime.” You tell him smiling like an idiot. Breaking away, still holding onto your arms he adds, “Ah my dear, how I’ve missed our Friday night margarita parties.” Smiling at you, Diego then comes in for a brotherly greeting himself. “Oh, you are drunk.”

“Yeah. No, just a little...just a few.” He says glancing at you for a second. You grin shaking your head at him, typical Klaus. He then turns to participate in a group hug with Vanya and Allison. You speed walk over, stretching your arms along with him, engaging in the friendly hug as well. Collecting yourselves together again, you stand back grateful for everyone still being alive and well.

“Klaus. Is Ben here?” Five questions, gathering the attention of everyone.

Putting a hand on his hip he casually says, “Oh, uh...no. No, unfortunately, ghosts can’t time travel.” He says, as he looks around to all of you, avoiding your gaze. You then hear an oddly aggravated whisper as the air pricks with static. Only you notice it, turning to the empty chairs you smirk. You know Ben’s here. Even though you can’t see the dead like Klaus can, whenever he’s around you and as long as he’s not to intoxicated, are you able feel the presence of the ghosts that follow him.

“Y/N is this true?” Five asks you, not completely believing him.

Winking at the chair you turn back to Five, glancing at Klaus for a second. As he rolls his eyes at you. “Everyone’s accounted for. Alive. And dead.” You state.

“All right, then. Let’s get down to business.” Five ends with, starting to walk up the stairs. Never one to mess around for too long, huh.

——

Everyone stares at Five as he begins to apologize for stranding us all here in the 60′s. Then he goes on to confirm about this new apocalypse and whatnot. Surprising Klaus, evidently leading to the discovery of his cult that he apparently somehow started, not that you’re that stunned, if we’re being honest.

Five then shows the picture of Sir Reginald standing on the grassy knoll, Diego fully believing him to be the cause of Kennedy’s death, and Five saying it could be something else entirely. You agreeing with the the more probable explanation of Fives. He does express the fact that no one really knows shit about anything quit yet either, so how could we know it’s actually Reginald on the grassy knoll.

Diego then starts rambling about how the assassination and the apocalypse have to do with their dad, yet again. Five cutting in with his own calculated approach.

“But we know something changes the timeline, we have to make this right.”

“Yeah, but how, if we don’t know what’s broken?” Adds Allison, who’s sitting next to Vanya on the couches large plushy armrest. Klaus sipping a glass of beer or something of the like behind them.

“Come on, do the math. We know Dad’s having shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. We know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president.” He says looking at everyone, trying to convince them. “So I think we know what we have to do.” He says, walking over to Five after delivering that dramatic line.

Both of them speak at the same time.

“Find Dad.” Says Five.

“Kill Dad.” Says Diego, with slight aggression, your eyebrows raise in surprise.

Everyone looks up at him, confusion clearly written on every single one of your faces. You honestly weren’t expecting Diego to throw the whole ship out to sea. He wants to kill the old fart huh, yeah that’s not gonna fuck up the timeline or anything.

“None of us are supposed to be here, right? I mean, what if it’s us? Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?” Questions Vanya who gets nothing but nervous glances from mostly everyone. You included.

“Diego and Y/N, have been stalking Lee Harvey Oswald.” Blurts out Luther.

“I was an unwilling accomplice.” You retort, sneering at him.

“And you’re working for Jack Ruby.” Diego cuts in defensively.

Klaus speaks up adding, “Allison has been very involved in local politics.” He says, while laying comfortably on the couch.

“Okay, you started a cult.” She snaps back.

“And I’m a nanny on a farm. I don’t have anything to do with all of that.” Vanya says calmly.

“Well, maybe you do, we just don’t know yet.” Allison adds.

Diego whistles bringing the attention of everyone back to him. “Listen to yourselves. Everything in our new lives is connected to Kennedy. That can’t be a coincidence. Luther works for Ruby, Allison is protesting the government, Dad is on the grassy knoll, Klaus is...” he pauses for a second. “Doing something weird and pervy but probably related. See, clearly we were all sent back here for one special reason: saving John Fitzgerald Kennedy.” Diego rambles completely serious about his mindset on Kennedy and the real reason why you are all here. I’m in love with an idiot, you think. Opening your mouth to state your opinion, the rest of them doing the same. Five sits back in thought, sick of all his siblings and yours nonsense.

Sitting up quickly, Five interrupts sadly, “Guys, you all die. Even Y/N. I was there. I saw it. And I wanna forget it, but I can’t.” Everyone shuts up listening to him talk about the end of the world. “I saw Russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it...in a war that never happened until we brought it here. And Hazel gave his life to save us, so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.” Everyone looks on concerned and nervous, letting the hard truth about the future set in. “I don’t know if things we’ve experienced here are all connected. I don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. But Dad will. We need to talk to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”

Pondering the words Five just said to everyone, Luther suddenly gets up. “Okay, I’m out.”

Frustrated Five raises his voice, “Did you even hear me, Luther?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I heard a 58-year-old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything. Well you can count me out. It’s time we all grew the hell up.” Grumbles Luther, frustrated with everyone and the idiotic idea of going to Sir Reginald for help.

Standing behind the opposite couch of Allison and Vanya, you turn to Five vexed by what he just told you, raising your voice slightly. “Did you get knocked on your head as a child, I mean all of you, seriously? When has Sir Reginald-stick-up-his-ass-Hargreeves ever legitimately helped us do anything?” You pushed, trying to make a point. “Even though I thought I’d never say this actual sentence in my entire life, I’m with Luther. Fuck that old monocle wearing dipshit. I’m out.” You huff pissed off. How could they all actually agree to meeting up with him, like he’s gonna talk it out and everyone’s gonna be A-Okay again, no way. You lived in the Umbrella Academy for seven years. It wasn’t what one would call, a walk in the park.

Everyone’s eyes are on you by the time you’ve finished your passionate rant, all looking very perplexed by your outburst. Your opinionated eruptions aren’t anything new, as you’ve always stood up for yourself and what you believe in, but. You sadly understood that even as grown up as they all are, they still seek guidance in the old man. Luther’s right, it’s time they’ve all gotten their shit together.

“Alright then.” Luther adds turning to walk towards the stairs, you hot on his tail. Hearing the calls from everyone else for you two to come back, you ignore them. Even when Diego gets up, questioning the both of you.

“Don’t.” You glare at him darkly, not wanting to hear any more bullshit about JFK or Reginald.

In a flash, Five teleports directly in front of Luther, blocking your exit down the steps.

“No one leaves until we figure this out.” Five says, a stern expression on his determined face.

Sighing, Luther grabs his uniform, picking him up and throwing him off the staircase. Where Five teleports somewhere before he can hit the hard, tiled floor below.

——

Walking down the side street, next to Luther you keep your eyes forward not wanting to hear anything Diego tries to tell you. Taking the hint, Diego decides to talk to Luther instead. “What’s going on with you, big boy?”

“Ugh, leave me alone, Diego.” Grunts Luther, keeping his eyes forward and locked onto the street ahead of him.

“Huh? So, what, you’re just gonna sucker punch Five and haul ass, huh.” Looking to you, he continues not being able to stop himself. “And don’t even get me started on you, I mean really, you follow me around and then decide to throw in the towel.” He questions dangerously, honestly a bit annoyed that this whole time you were never really on board for saving the president.

You roll your eyes, about to let him have it. “I’m not stepping anywhere near that old fuck. We could handle ourselves, if the rest of you weren’t complete fucking idiots.” You snap.

Grumbling something incomprehensible, he turns to Luther. “You got a legitimate reason for walking out on us?”

“Look, maybe trying to stop doomsday is exactly what starts it. Did you ever think of that?”

“Oh, so we do nothing? Since when are you a quitter?” Challenges Diego.

“Since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance.” Luther exclaims, defensively.

“So this is about you never living up to the old man’s expectations bullshit, huh?” Says Diego, trying to keep up with the two of you who are walking quit briskly down the side street.

Luther scoffs, “Maybe. I don’t know, I mean we’re all crazy where Dad’s concerned.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Adds Diego smiling. Yeah okay hot stuff keep telling yourself that, you think, forcing yourself to hold it in. “He’s an asshole. I’m awesome, and Y/N would agree with me too, if she wasn’t so moody. It’s all very simple. You have to understand that, okay?” Diego says smartly, so damn sure of himself.

Stopping at the sidewalk you cross your arms turning to Diego. “So why can’t you leave JFK alone then, hmm?” You look up expectantly, raising an eyebrow as wait for the truth.

He pauses for a moment, “I’m a hero. Heroes stop crime.” He tells you earnestly, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Shaking your head at him you take a deep breath, Luther coming to your aid. “No, no, no. No, Dad told you you’re a hero. Right? He told all of us. But what if he lied? What if we’re just a bunch of freaks who have no business changing the world.” Shouts Luther.

“No, everyone changes the world, Luther. Everyone. And it’s scary, but that’s kinda the deal. You know, your so goddamn big, sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are.” Making eye contact with you he continues, “It’s all gonna work out. We’re on the right path.”

“You sound like a religious cat poster.”

“Oh, yeah? How do you know?” Asks Luther confused and frustrated.

Deciding to draw their attentions to something more important, you state an unseen but obvious fact, one that you’ve been silently tracking since the three of you left Elliot’s place. “Hey dipshit’s, there’s a long black car that’s been following us since we left Elliot’s.” They look at you confused for a second. “Six o’clock.”

Luther turns around as a mysterious black vehicle rolls up to you three. The driver getting out and pulling a piece of paper from his inner suite pocket. Handing it to Diego, who takes it cautiously.

Cutting it open with one of his knifes, he begins to read it aloud, “To my pursuers: I, Reginald Hargreeves...request the pleasure of your company for a light supper on the 20th of November, 1963, half past seven o’clock, 1624 Magnolia Street.” He finishes, looking up at the two of you.

“A light supper?” Luther wonders.

Luther and Diego then turn to you, Diego with a dumb smirk plastered across his face, you roll your eyes and hang your head back in defeat. “Goddammit.” You deadpan.

“Anyone hungry?” Luther randomly asks, you guessing it’s his attempt at lighting up the mood.

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #number two #what a time to be alive fic #falcor the luck dragon stories

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ihopethisendswell · 3 years

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Hi there! I'd love to hear more about your SwSh Fantasy AU, specifically (if you're okay with talking about it) Alexis' cursed powers and how Naomi got trapped by Eternatus!

Hello @epicspheal , hope your having a good day/afternoon/night!

My SwSh Fantasy Au honestly was something that came up in my head and that I proceeded to ramble about it. The oy reason why it exists is because I am deeply in love with Lore Keeper Sonia and she deserves the world. But then it became more than that. It was still me rambling. Like. A lot. But I proud of my rambles.

Also, in typical SwSh Fantasy Au fashion, this is going to be incredible long! I like to ramble, sorry. Here we go!

So! Alexis' curse. That's a doozy. Your gonna need some total not just last minute world building for that! Just kidding, Alexis' curse, while not completely fleshed out, I have a basic idea about what the world is like. Besides, that's for Naomi( lol)

So: Just like the games, Alexis was the Hero of Unova. Unlike the game, there weren't dragons that chose him to be it's tamer....yet anyway. The story goes like this: Unova was under the tyrant rule of Ghetsis ( he can become tyrant in a fake universe lol), and just like every Greek myth, there's a prophecy that a young hero will slay him and free the land. And, just like every Greek myth or just myth in general, the man gets angry about it and goes on a witch hunt for whoever the prophecy is about and kill them. Problem is, the prophecy never said who, so he commits mass murder to find one person that he doesn't know the name of. Spoiler alert, he doesn't find them. Now, I'm just gonna fast forward, because this is a SwSh Fantasy Au not a Black and White Fantasy Au. Long story short, prince N meets A and E, rebellion led by their parents cause there badasses, everyone gets traumatized/ questions their life at some point, and Alexis is gifted the power of Zekrom cause he's the chosen one. Which is what Ghetsis uses against him as he dies; turn his gift into a curse.

Alexis curse is basically that he looks a bit more like Zekrom: his eyes are now red, he has sharp fangs, they're lightning marks that glow neon blue, and his arms and legs are charcoaled ( like, they are pitch black compared to the rest of his body). Canon Alexis had a scar over his right eye. Fantasy! Alexis has it way worse. It's not gone or anything, but it's, uh, bad.Does this make him look like a badass? Oh absolutely. But everyone knows that if one looks like a badass, they need a hug. Alexis' curse makes his powers near uncontrollable, and much more destructive than they were before: both to others and himself. If it wasn't for N and his top tier healing( which he learned from his sisters) Alexis would have been dead the minute he was cursed. He has to wear a magic pendant ( which doubles and looks like a compass....it's important, but I'm not gonna get to deep into it yet) to make sure his powers are manageable. The curse also reacts badly to severe negative emotions like stress. If you thought canon Alexis was in a bad headspace, you could only imagine how Fantasy! Alexis is like. Fortunately, he has lots of love and support, so it ain't to bad. Eventually, after many failed attempts at a curing the curse on their own, they eventually find one solution: to find Eternatus. The being that can take energy and magic substance away and make it its own. The problem is that this thing is incredible dangerous, and has tried to cause destruction once before.

They( Alexis Elliot and N)completely ignore this solution and decides to travel for a better idea( which is about a few years).....that is until they get a dream about a young girl, pleading for them to save her. A girl who claims to be their cousin, bearing the necklace of their mother and her twin brother. A girl named Naomi.

Naomi was always a mystery to an outsider. Mainly because no one knew she exists. Except Hop, but whenever he told anyone about, they would say that he has an active imagination, or some weird comments about " oh your thinking up a girl now?". He was 6. They both were actually, before she disappeared one day. There was no goodbye, no note, nothing. So you would imagine Hops surprise when he gets a dream( he's 15 now) about a prophecy of the wolves, which involves him and a girl his age named Naomi. The same Naomi he would play with when he was younger....

But this ain't about Hop, this is about Naomi. What happened to her?

So, as I said, Naomi is A and E's cousin. Her dad, Soul, is A and E's mom's, Jazz, twin brother. He left Unova for Galar to explore, only to have settled down with his wife and Naomi's mom, Cheyenne.

While Hop knew about the prophecy at the age of 15, Naomi, specifically her parents, was given this prophecy to begin with. They both knew how dangerous it was to be out in the open with a child of prophecy. Everyone knows that if one person knows a prophecy, another do as well, and that other person is usually the person who doesn't want that prophecy fulfilled. So, to protect their child, the couple moved and lived in the Slumbering Weald, right behind the castle. The pros of living in the Slumbering Wealds is that it's heavily protected by the Wolves of Galar, so they would be safe from any harm. The cons is that it's just you there. So when followers of Eternatus somehow find your location and attack your family and kidnap your six-year old daughters you can't really call for help.

Oof.

Yeah, at age six, Naomi was kidnapped by Eternatus followers, and have stayed captive since. Why haven't they killed her off? She doesn't know. All she knows is that no one knows she exist( Hop does, but she thinks he forgotten her. He hasn't), and that she had very little power ( Eternatus had been slowly weakening her in it's presence). But she has power, even if it's small. So, with the little power she has, she calls for help to anyone that will listen. She somehow find her cousins. How does she knows they're her cousins? They're twins, one of them is cursed, and they look exhausted even in the dream realm. They're her cousins.

And .....that's it! Again, this is just me throwing things on a wall and hope it sticks, so sorry if this doesn't make much sense!

I would have gone into Lore Keeper Sonia, Pirate Nessa, King Leon and Prince Hop and such, but I have them pinned, Part 9 and 10 respectively. I hope you enjoyed my overtly long explanations! Feel free to ask me more about it, if you want! :)

#pokemon swsh #pokemon au #pokemon swsh fantasy au #pokemon oc #sorry for rambling #just have lots of ideas so-#it all just comes out #but i hope you enjoy!#thanks for the ask!

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spacesuitsforemergency · 3 years

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Gracie’s Birth Day

A/N: Lol, the boys are absolutely useless and thank god Cora showed up when she did. And they refer to each other as girlfriends in this cause they get married later so yeah! Hope I got Cora’s character right!

“Dad, so help me god,” Lucy snapped as she glared up at her dad. “If you cook that chicken I’m going cook you.”

Remy glanced down at his very hostile and hormone filled daughter, who was sitting on the couch as he put away the groceries. He knew the smell of chicken specifically made her throw up, but damn.

“I won’t honey…Uh…is Cora coming over today?” He asked, deciding that wouldn’t be a question that would get her mad.

“Later. Right now she’s enjoying being able to walk without help.” Lucy grumbled. She wasn’t even mad at her girlfriend, just annoyed that walking was exhausting now with how big her belly was now. She was due to pop any day now, so she was very uncomfortable and irritated all the time rather than her usual sweet self.

Just then Eugene and Beau walked through the door, loudly arguing about something Lucy didn’t give two shits about to pay attention to. She rolled her eyes at their noise, but didn’t say anything as she went back to trying to read a new mother book that her dads had gotten her. She was right at the part about postpartum symptoms when she suddenly felt weird. Her stomach started to feel tight and started cramping, causing her to drop her book and gasp in pain at the sudden sharpness.

“Luc?” Eugene turned around to look at his sister, who was now doubled over (well, as best as she could with such a big stomach) in pain. “Oh my god. Are you leaking???”

“Honey? Are you okay?” Remy rushed over to her.

“I think…OW FUCK…I think it’s a contraction…”

“Oh shit. Oh damn. What do we do?” Beau started rambling. “Do we call an ambulance? No, we just drive you right? Do I need to call someone for you?”

“Hey!” Remy clapped for everyone’s attention. “Alright, I’m gonna get her into the car. Beau, go grab her duffel bag in her room. Eugene, call Kurt and tell him Willa needs to stay there with Anja for a bit. Then call Cora to let her know, and whoever else your sister wants.”

“I DON’T CARE JUST TAKE ME TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL.” Lucy shouted as the contraction started to calm down and she could relax.

After a chaotic trip to getting into the car, and of course a stupid traffic jam and having to wait for a room at the hospital, Lucy finally got into a delivery room and was now waiting for 1. Her girlfriend to show up and 2. For this baby to get out of her.

Beau was the only one panicking, he was constantly asking Lucy if she needed ice chips or anything, and he gasped at every time she got a contraction, which only stressed her out more so Remy took him out to the waiting room to find Raphael and wait for Cora. So meanwhile, Lucy got to spend some time with her brother.

“I wonder if you’ll still be fat afterwards.” Eugene snickered before dodging her hand to smack him.

“You’re so lucky I can’t get up on my own.” Lucy lightly laughed, still kinda in too much pain to laugh.

“Seriously though, how are you feeling?” He asked, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

“Uh, terrified? Exhausted already? Nervous?” Lucy scoffed. “I can’t do this. Are you kidding? How is this gonna come out of that?” She gestured to her stomach then…lower.

“Uhh…apparently y’all women stretch a lot down there, I don’t know.” Eugene shrugged, uncomfortable talking about a woman’s vagina during childbirth, let alone his sisters. “So uh, did you come up with any name ideas yet?”

“Yeah, I have a couple in mind.” She smiled.

“Lay them on me, I wanna vote.”

“Okay, Annie.”

“Are you raising a gun slinger? No.”

“Isabelle.”

“Too basic.”

“Monica.”

“She was the worst character on Friends.”

“Nathalie.”

“That’s cute.”

“Paulina.”

“Imagine being an adult named Paulina. Don’t do that to your daughter.”

“I’m sorry, who are you to tell me what I can name my child?”

“Well there’s only one problem, my dear sister. I didn’t hear a Eugenie or Eugenia in that list of options.”

“Cause it’s not one.”

“Uh! I will name one of my kids after you!”

“And that’s very sweet, but as much as I love the name Eugene, I don’t like Eugenia as much. It’ll be her middle name.”

“…it IS hard to live up to my fabtastic name.”

“Did you just say fab-OUCH.” Lucy winced at a contraction, and Eugene quickly grabbed the cold towel on the table and put it on her sweaty neck, and pet her hair to soothe her as best he could.

“Whatever you choose to name her, I am so excited to meet her.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her squeeze his hand in pain.

“I am too. Just wish it was under better…circumstances.” Lucy sighed as the contraction started to end and she leaned back into the bed. “God I’m so tired already.”

“LUCY?? LUCY?! LUCY!” A girl dressed in white and looking like she had just been put through a shredder ran into the room.

“Cora??? What happened to you?” Lucy stared at her frantic girlfriend.

“Was battling an Edward Scissorhands wannabe, doesn’t matter, my dear. How are you feeling? How far along are you?” She asked as she shoved Eugene aside and sat in his place, taking Lucy’s hand in hers and rubbing her thumb on the back of her hand.

“Uh, excuse you?” Eugene scoffed pettily, which both girls ignored.

“Okay, I guess. Nurse said I was dilated at 4 centimeters, so, almost halfway through that.” Lucy sighed. “But I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do with a baby!”

“Yes you do!” Cora laughed sweetly. “You read all those books, talked to Juliette, went to Lamaze classes, it’ll be okay. And I’m right here to help, darling.”

“Do you want ice chips, Luc?” Beau poked his head into the room.

“NO BEAU, IM FINE. I DON’T NEED YOUR DAMN ICE CHIPS.” Lucy yelled, annoyed that he was asking for the forty millionth time.

“You really should have some, dear, you need to stay hydrated.” Cora said softly.

“Okay.” Lucy tiredly smiled at her.

“What?!” Beau’s jaw dropped as Cora got up and took the cup of ice chips from him.

“Uh, Luc, I invited Ronan to come just so you know.” Eugene piped up, everyone ignoring Beau’s offended face as Cora helped Lucy eat some ice chips.

“Oh perfect, he’s probably gonna make a rap about this.” Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned. She did like Ronan, she really did, but the dude was a bit too much sometimes.

She whined in pain when another contraction washed over her, Cora rubbing her back and kissing her on the head to comfort her. Lucy shut her eyes and leaned into her girlfriend, nearly falling asleep once the contraction stopped.

A couple hours of waiting had passed, Lucy had just listened to her girlfriend talk about anything as she tried not to focus on all the pain. Her dads had dropped in a few times, Ronan had arrived and asked about a million questions that Lucy didn’t have the energy to answer, and Beau kept asking Cora if Lucy needed more damn ice chips. Then a nurse came in to check up on her, and said she was dilated at 9 centimeters and it was time to get the doctors and start the process of childbirth.

The doctors had tried to get everyone to leave the room, but Eugene threatened them until they let him, Ronan, Remy and Raphael stay with Lucy and Cora during this. As the doctors told Lucy to start pushing, each of her dads and brothers held one of her hands and she broke every single one of them in the first hour of pushing. She hasn’t broken Cora’s hand though, cause while she was in pain she didn’t want to hurt her so she was able to hold back as best she could.

“Honey, you have to breathe.” Cora whispered to her as she massaged Lucy’s shoulder with one hand.

“I am.” Lucy said, whilst not breathing.

“You have to keep pushing, Lucy.” The doctor delivering her baby told her.

“I can’t!” Lucy sobbed as she fell back into the bed, already so exhausted and in too much pain.

“You got this Lucy!” Ronan cheerleaded from the hallway.

“SHUT UP.” Lucy yelled at him, not in the mood for his shit.

“Darling, we need you to push, okay?” Cora encouraged, cupping her face gently. She looked into her girlfriends tired, scared and pain filled eyes, but hers remained calm and loving for her. “You’re doing amazingly, sweetie, you can do it.”

After a lot more pushing and a lot more cussing out Ronan and Eugene and a lot of support from her girlfriend, Lucy finally gave birth to her daughter. They quickly cleaned her off before handing her to Lucy, who immediately started crying with joy as she looked down at her baby. Cora also began to cry from joy beside her, reaching down and gently tucking the blanket around the tiny newborn as she rested her head against Lucy’s. Lucy didn’t even pay attention to doctors sewing her up, she didn’t even hardly notice since she was so overwhelmed with joy to care. After a few moments, the baby started to open her eyes and Lucy smiled as she looked into the black and red eyes of her baby.

“Hi, baby!” Lucy smiled even wider as tears poured down her face. “We’re your mama’s.”

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i can’t carry this anymore

part twelve: i can’t carry this anymore

Summary: After Freddie goes back to Toronto, You are bombarded with questions and judgements from your family

Warning: mostly angst but some fluff as well

Author’s Note: Here is the angsty chapter, yay! I think I’ve only done angsty sections in this series but this chapter will be (almost) completely angst, with a touch of fluff to round it out, which either means it’s really long or really short. Since I haven’t written it yet, I can’t say yet. Also! I’ve been listening to this song nonstop and I love it. I wanted to put it into something but I didn’t really know how but then this idea of a death in the family came up and it seemed fitting. I hope you enjoy it! Stay Golden, Loves! ❤️

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Song Credit: I Can’t Carry This Anymore -- Anson Seabra

You hated watching Freddie leave and that Vita had to see her parents fight but you were too stubborn to admit you were wrong.

“Why did you tell him to leave?” your mom asked

“Mom, please” you groaned

“Why did you let him leave?” Lauren added

“I. Have. To. Be. Here,” you explained, emphasizing each word bitingly, “I made a promise to everyone and I can’t just bail because he needs to get back to training”

“Baby,” your dad added softly, “it’s his job, he’s committed to it”

“But it’s not that simple, dad,” you sighed, “he never talked to me about this. I wake up and he’s telling me we have to leave. I get that he’s committed to his job and I love that about him but this is something that is happening with me and he shouldn’t just expect me to bail on it because he needs me to”

“Sometimes you need to compromise!” Lauren argued

“What do you know about any of it, Laur?”

“Hey now,” your mom tried, “don’t talk like that”

“No, I’m serious. I’m really curious, mom,” you continued, talking about your sister as if she weren’t there, “She’s never had to compromise with anyone. Ever. Her relationships have always been easy!”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” Lauren yelled

“Girls...” your dad tried

“All relationships need work, including mine. All relationships need to have some kind of compromise--”

“I DO COMPROMISE!” You interrupted, “the father of my child is gone days, weeks at a time. I didn’t get to have a honeymoon because the hockey season started. I’ve spent more time talking about the Stanley Cup than I have about birthday parties and engagement parties and Christmases. He gave me a beautiful wedding and a beautiful daughter and he loves me every day and I love him every day but this was one thing, one thing that I needed him to compromise on and he wouldn’t”

“Because of his job!” Lauren repeated

“IT DOESN’T MATTER, LAUREN!” You yelled back, “this is my grandparents funeral. It doesn’t just end when they’re cremated or when their ashes are spread where they wanted, it doesn’t end for us the way it ends for everyone else. He should’ve understood that!”

“HE WANTED TO BE HOME WITH YOU SO YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO STRESS OVER DUMB SHIT!” she shouted at you, the two of you standing up to face each other as close as you could before your parents pulled you apart

“DUMB SHIT?! DUMB SHIT?!” you continued, fighting your fathers attempts to pull you away from your sister, “DUMB SHIT LIKE HELPING OUR PARENTS CLEAR OUT OUR GRANDPARENTS HOUSE? DUMB SHIT LIKE BEING A GOOD DAUGHTER? DUMB SHIT LIKE ACTUALLY GIVING A SHIT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO THIS PLACE?”

“YOU’RE NEVER GONNA LIVE HERE! SO WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO THIS PLACE?!”

“THEY WERE MY GRANDPARENTS, LAUREN! THIS IS WHERE THEY LIVED! THAT’S WHY!”

“YOU HAVE A LIFE SOMEWHERE ELSE! WITH OTHER PEOPLE!”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T HAVE THIS LIFE TOO!”

“YES IT DOES! YOU’VE STARTED YOUR LIFE SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOU DON’T NEED ALL OF THIS!” You heard Vita begin to cry and you wanted to comfort her but your sisters words were still flying at you to a point where you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling at her

“WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE SO BADLY? WHAT DO YOU GET FROM ME HOPPING ON A PLANE?”

“I J--”

“ENOUGH!” Your dad finally yelled so the two of you would stop, “You’re both being ridiculous! (Y/N), we appreciate that you want to stay here but Lauren is right, your life is with Freddie and Vita in Toronto,” Vita was still crying but it wasn’t as intense as it was before, probably due to your mom rocking her back and forth and shielding her ears from the yelling, “and Lauren, stop yelling at your sister. I know your intentions are good but you have no idea what she’s going through so stop trying to get under her skin”

“PAPA IT’S NOT MY FAULT, ALL I WAS--”

“I DON’T CARE, LAUREN!” He finally snapped, his face turning bright red and his posture becoming imposing, “YOU’RE THE OLDER SISTER, ACT LIKE IT OR GET THE HELL OUT!” Everything was silent for a while before your sister eventually left the room and you were left to pick up the pieces

“I’m sorry, Papa...” you said quietly

“You should go home, Liebling” he confessed

“Why is everyone trying to get rid of me?”

“We’re not trying to get rid of you, love,” your mom added, handing Vita to you before kissing your head, “we love you but so does Freddie. You two should be together”

“Yeah, he should’ve stayed--”

“We’re not getting into this again” your dad interrupted

“What your father means is that Vita should have both of her parents with her in a stress free environment. Running around trying to clean up a dusty old house so far away from home isn’t what your new family needs right now”

“But Mama,” you tried, “I can’t just leave. I can’t just let all of you... say goodbye to them without me”

“Is that what this is about?” your mom asked and you nodded, a small tear escaping your eye, “baby, we’re not saying goodbye without you. We’ve all said our goodbyes. This stuff here, it’s just stuff. It’s not them.”

“But it’s all their memories. Their first date, their first fight, their wedding album, your baby pictures,” you rambled, gesturing to your mom, “their favourite shows and favourite clothes. Oma’s old jewelry that she didn’t want to ruin so she would keep in a box, Opa’s old suits that he never had a reason to wear anymore or his dress blues that he kept from the Navy.”

“Baby girl,” your dad cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the bench in the kitchen, “your Oma and Opa lived a very full life. They had things to keep them comfortable and content but even they would agree, that these things are just things. Just stuff, like Mama said, if you want some of it to remember them, we can put them aside for you and bring them back or send them to you. But they are not this stuff. The memories are not in some dusty old suit or tattered quilt, the memories are in here,” he tapped the top of your head and you giggled, “locked away safe where you can always get to them”

“And they’ll never fade” your mom added

“That’s right,” your dad smiled and you did in return, “they would want you to make new memories with your husband and let the stuff just be stuff. Miss them, love them, but don’t worry about all the stuff.”

“Stop saying stuff,” you laughed, “oh papa.. I know it’s all things and I know that I’ll have the memories forever but it’s not just about that... It’s about Freddie wanting to leave so soon after the funeral, without even talking to me. All so he can go back to training camp for another Hockey season. It’s never about him compromising in the smallest way. I needed him here and he needed to be there... I will always come second”

“That’s not true,” your mom said, “his job is important but you are his life. Both of you. Everything he does, he does for you and your little girl. Sometimes it sucks and sometimes it doesn’t seem like he’s listening to you or compromising for you but he is. Trust me, he talks about you two all the time and says he hates that he has to be away but he wants to give you the best”

“I just want him around and sometimes it feels like the league is more important...” You shook your head, kissing the top of Vita’s head to find some kind of comfort in how you were feeling before you went to find your sister

“Laur?” you whispered from around the corner

“What?” she snapped

“I just wanted to apologize,” you said, leading her to turn and face you, “I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I know you mean well but I was -- it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry, too,” she admitted, “I know how much you love him and how important it is to spend time with them. I guess I just thought that you’d want to spend as much time with him as you could.”

“I do,” you sighed, “I just... also wanted to be here. With everyone. To say goodbye to this place, these memories, these things... I didn’t want to come back one day and pass this house and realize that it’s completely different. That whoever buys it just buys it to flip it. It’s an old house and people do that with old houses you know? I just wanted one last memory here since I haven’t been here since we were kids...”

“I get that” she smiled

“But it doesn’t matter...” you continued, “I know that something is going to happen to this place, unless someone in the family buys it and keeps it exactly the same. It’s going to change because it has to. Because they’re gone... God, I can’t believe they’re gone.“ You sighed, dropping your head to your hands, “I can’t believe we’ll never hear Opa’s snort when he laughs anymore”

“Or the way Oma had to wake him up every time he fell asleep with his plate on his stomach” she laughed

“Or the way they would hold hands anytime they walked together”

“I remember when we were kids, they were babysitting us and we caught them kissing in the kitchen after Oma was finished baking cookies”

“I remember that, she had dough on her cheek and he said he was helping her” the two of you giggled at the memories

“I miss them already”

“Me too” you said quietly

“They loved us,” Lauren added, “but they loved you the most.”

“They did not” you scoffed

“No, seriously. They told me,” you laughed but she continued, “they loved me, they never denied that, but they said that you had a kindness to you that they’d never experienced before. They so admired it”

“I got it from them”

“I know,” she laughed, “but I just wanted you to know that you were the favourite.”

“Oh, Lauren....” you sighed, bouncing your daughter on your knee, “I gotta go home”

“Yes you do” she smirked

“Do you think I screwed everything up?” you winced

“Yes.” She joked and you scoffed in response, “no, you didn’t screw things up. But you do need to be there for him”

“Fine...” you laughed before standing up and making your way upstairs to pack yours and Vita’s things. It appeared that your family had already ordered an Uber for you because they were waiting outside to say goodbye.

“We love you” your dad said, hugging you tightly as the driver grabbed your bags to put them in the trunk

“Tell Freddie we love him too” your mom added

“And don’t forget to tell him you’re sorry.” You laughed before hugging your sister and hopping in the car to head to the airport; eager to get back to Freddie and make things right.

Freddie’s P.O.V

You got back to the house and dropped your bags before letting out a sigh. You weren’t sure what would happen when (Y/N) got back but you hoped a lot of time wouldn’t pass before she appeared at the door. Until then, you had to continue with your daily life; that meant waking up early the next morning and going to practice

“HEY FRED!” Willy called out to you, “wait up!”

“What’s up Willy?” you asked as you both walked to the ice

“I heard about (Y/N)’s grandparents,” he started, “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, bud. She’s still in Vienna for a bit but I’ll let her know you were thinking about her.” He patted you on the back before skating away from you and, needless to say, you couldn’t concentrate and you were quick to run home. Hoping that she would be there when you got there, “(Y/N)?!” You called out as soon as you walked in the door but not hearing a response, forcing you to collapse onto the couch

“Freddie?” her voice rang through the room and to your ear, “baby?”

“You’re here!” you exclaimed, “God, I hoped you’d be here.” You ran to hug her and she giggled as you spun her around

“I’m sorry.. for yelling and for everything,” she said, “I didn’t mean any of it”

“I know, elske” you said before kissing her face

“Fred.. Fred,�� she laughed, “Fred! Hold on, we need to talk about this”

“What?” you asked and she stepped back

“I hate that you left that you didn’t want to compromise on this... I know Hockey is important, I know it’s your job but I needed you to be with me, even if it meant not being here. In Toronto.”

“I know,” you admitted, “but I did need to be here. Can you understand that?” She scoffed in response, pushing away your arms and walking toward the couch

“Sometimes, Fred, it feels like it’s all up to me. To carry everything. To carry us, this relationship, this marriage. I can understand a lot, I can put up with a lot but I’m trying to stay strong for my daughter, for you, and I don’t know how much more I can push myself before I break. I need you to put in as much effort as I seem to be. I lost two of my favourite people in the world and I couldn’t re-live their memories because I had to come back here. To deal with this.” She gestured between the two of you while you just dropped your head, “I fought with my sister and made Vita cry because I was tired of compromising. I just.. I’m scared that I’ll have to be this person forever, the one who waits for you to come home. Who drops everything even when things are going well because your career needs me to. I can’t carry this anymore, I can’t be the only one doing the giving in this relationship. I need you carry us. I need you to carry me sometimes, too, okay?”

“Of course,” you said, hugging her close and tucking your face in her neck, “I’m sorry that you feel like you have to carry all of this. I want you to drop your stuff on me, okay? Let me take your stress, let me carry you. Let me do all the things that you don’t want to do.” She giggled at your words before she lifted your chin so she could look at you

“I guess I didn’t realize how upset I was about Oma and Opa. I mean I knew I was sad, I knew I was grieving but I think I was just holding onto all of it because I wanted to be strong for everybody, I didn’t want to crumble and cry because I knew I’d never stop if I started. So I started carrying all this pain and then I took it out on you,” she said quietly, placing her hand on the side of your face as she spoke, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I was so selfish, I’m sorry I--” she interrupted you with a kiss and you tried your best not to break it, you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed kissing her until you finally had the chance again, but she needed to pull away

“I love you.” She stated simply and you kissed her nose quickly, reciprocating her words before capturing her lips in another kiss and, this time, you wouldn’t let her go.

#Frederik Andersen #Frederik Andersen imagine #Frederik Andersen fic #Frederik Andersen series #penultimate chapter #penultimate #Freddie Andersen #Freddie Andersen fic #Freddie Andersen imagine #Freddie Andersen series #masterlist #the other masterlist

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Lover Of Mine [L.H] || CALM Series

A//N: Welcome to instalment number four of the CALM Series!! This was probably the song I was most excited to do for this series and honestly this idea was not what I originally had planned or wanted for this instalment. But... It’s what I’ve ended up with. This is probably the biggest instalment thus far of this series as it’s just over 4k. I’m happy with it (I think?) and I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, thank you to @loveroflrh for proof reading this for me a while back :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated. I love hearing any thoughts or feelings about my writing, but I’d especially be interesting to hearing anything in regards to this series.

Other Instalments: Best Years [L.H] || Lonely Heart [C.H] || Red Desert [A.I] || Teeth [C.H]

Lover Of Mine - “When I take a look at my life, and all of my crimes, you're the only thing that I think I got I right”

Mornings were usually peaceful in the Hemmings household, always full of the soft pattering of feet against the wooden floors, the soft sound of Luke humming as he cooked in the kitchen or as he wandered through the house. It was probably his favourite time of day, along with the evening, and the afternoon. Long story short, Luke cherished any time of day where he got to be at home with his girls, there was no place he would rather be.

The house was naturally lit, the gentle golden sunrise peeking through the windows as it lit up the pinewood floors of his home. Her nursery curtains were still closed, the soft snores of the quiet babe barely audible as Luke sat in the rocking chair beside her crib and just watched. It was something he found himself doing often, especially when he returned home for the first few weeks, wanting to spend every waking moment by her side, eyes permanently fixated on her as if he would blink and she would disappear.

But in this case, he hadn’t moved from the night before, fighting with the tired little girl in the hopeful effort to try and get her to settle once more. And after what seemed like hours, Luke was greeted with the sound of her whines beginning to lessen, her whimpers softening, and the weight of her head beginning to grow as she drifted. Usually Luke was able to place her back into her crib, place her blanket over her with a loving touch, and return to bed, but after being torn from bed for the third time that night by the baby in question, Luke was unable to leave. And so, he stayed.

The way her delicate fist clutched onto the blanket she was swaddled in while her other was raised above her head, hand splayed with fingers reaching for the stars, mesmerised Luke. Everything about the sweet baby girl truly hypnotised him.

The nursery was everything that represented his little girl: delicacy, purity, and sheer, utter beauty. The white crib was soft against the pale pastel yellow of the walls, the matching changing table on the opposite side, along with the matching dresser that stood proud beneath the window. It impressed him how quickly they had managed to put it together, having just moved into the house a few weeks before the sweet baby was due to make her arrival. It was perfect, and he knew she deserved nothing less.

It was when he heard a soft whimper and a gentle whine that he tore his eyes from the photograph that sat on the dresser, baby blues gliding over to the crib where the blonde babe was waking from her tiresome slumber. His legs carried him with ease, pushing up to his full height as they guided him over to the crib, curls that had fallen loose from his lazy bun hanging over his face as he looked down, eyes meeting hers for the first time that early Sunday morning.

“Hi baby,” Luke spoke softly, voice quiet as to not shock her, her eyes blinking rapidly as if to adjust to the sudden light that she was welcomed with in the room. With a large hand reaching down, he brushed the side of his index finger against her soft cheek, smiling instantly at the sensation of her soft skin against his calloused own, the sight of her smile at the familiar touch sparking a twang in his heart that he knew only she could strike.

There was nobody like her in Luke’s life. Well, aside from Elle. But Luke knew what love felt like, or at least he thought he did. But the day, he met the little one who was staring up at him, he knew every previous assumption he had made about knowing what love felt like was invalid, the warmth that settled in his stomach at the bare sight of her was enough to render him speechless, complete dumbfounded, and helplessly in awe.

There was nothing like the love a parent had for a child. Absolutely nothing.

Finding himself on the rocking chair with the small baby in his arms wasn’t an irregular occurrence, her soft blanket coating her, fists clenched as her plush cheek was flush against his bare chest. The warmth his skin radiated brought her comfort, soothing her in a way that Luke would never be able to comprehend. It was much like how she soothed him, the innocent presence she held in such a small frame brought him a sense of purpose, a sense of dependency that he didn’t know he craved.

Being a father was nothing like Luke had ever imagined, the blunt desire to make a pair of small humans proud was primal to him, the necessity to make sure they were provided for, that they were safe felt like second nature.

Luke knew he had a few hours before the rest of the house would wake, a few small peaceful hours where it could just be him and the small babe. He always enjoyed one to one sessions that he had with his children, he adored them when Elle was born, and he adored them just as much with his latest bundle of joy.

Much like Elle, this one was another reincarnation of him, much to her mother’s distaste, claiming every ounce of perfection she could grasp from her father. Her blonde locks were only just starting to come in, slower than Elle’s did, but nonetheless they were growing. Her eyes were a much deeper blue, almost imagined, Luke swore it was like the night sky stared back at him when he looked at her, a dozen stars dancing across her irises with every flutter of her baby lashes.

“C’mon bubba,” Luke mumbled, voice barely above a whisper as he stood to his feet, arms securely around the small body in his hold, bare feet padding against the floors as he made his way downstairs, passing Elle’s bedroom with a quick glance inside to see that she was still fast asleep, the soft snores creeping through the doorway were enough of an indication. He swore he could listen to them for hours; in fact, he did on the odd occasion when taking her to bed.

Luke glided his way into the kitchen, making quick work of preparing a bottle for the baby, it was becoming a talent at this point as he did it practically single handed - something, he knew, the rest of the guys cursed him for when he wasn’t looking.

He made himself comfortable on the couch, legs splayed out on the coffee table in front of him, baby laying snuggly in his arms as she fed, big eyes staring up at her dad as she drank happily. Quiet moments like these were treasured, like every moment was when it came to his children, but the simple ones more than most. The late-night feeds, the cuddles, the small moments when he would watch his children play together, all of the most natural moments were ones that Luke wanted to capture and keep forever. He wanted to freeze time, to keep everything as it was in a picture frame, to keep his little ones as babies for as long as he could.

“Y’know, one day you’re gonna grow up and I won’t get to hold you like this,” Luke mumbled, eyes gazing downwards to watch his little girl as she sucked on the nib of the bottle, “I don’t know what you’ll grow up to do, or who you’ll grow up to be, but please for the love of god, don’t grow up too fast,”

The chuckle that escaped him was almost painful, the mere thought of his youngest daughter growing up made him uneasy, made him dread the day that he was no longer needed the way he was currently.

“You’re my little girl,” His hand curved under the bottle, holding the neck of it so his fingers barely brushed the infant’s cheek, her soft skin as smooth as silk, “You’re my baby, you’ll always be my baby, just like Elle. And yes, I had this exact conversation with your sister when she was your age, and I’ll probably have the same one-sided ramble with whoever comes after you, but that doesn’t matter,”

If anyone could hear Luke right now, they would have thought he was crazy, talking to a baby as if she were going to speak back. Instead all she did was give him wide eyes and loud gulps as she barely had the ability to focus on more than one thing at a time.

She was still so small. She had so much growing to do although she had done so much in the few months she had been in the world for. Luke swore she grew more and more every morning, every second that passed brought the inevitable truth of that one day she wouldn’t be this size anymore, that she would soon be answering back, having fights with her older sister, crying over a boy- Nope! Luke didn’t want to think that far ahead, the mere thought of his precious girls with a boy brought a shiver down his spine. Maybe he was getting a little bit ahead of himself…

“Y’know, baby girl, me and your mama always talked about our future when we first started dating, we would talk about getting a house together, getting married, but having you guys was never something we deeply discussed,” Luke admitted, catching the sparkles that floated in his daughter’s eyes, “We didn’t feel like we needed to rush it, we just wanted things to flow as we’d let it be. We knew things would happen if they were meant to,” The corners of his lips curved ever so slightly, feeling the little pinch of her heel kicking against his leg as she lay against him.

How was someone this perfect? Luke craved the answer to that question, desperate to understand how something so perfect, so pure could come from something as simple as the emotion of love.

“The day I found out you were coming was one of the best days of my life,” He spoke with a hushed voice, as if he was sharing a secret, as if he was cautious of anyone else around hearing his words, “We were visiting your grandparents in Australia, it was Elle’s first time out of the country, and your mama was hiding something from me,”

Luke laughed softly at the memory, the surprise he received when they landed in his home country still playing fresh in his mind.

“Babe, I’ll take Elle,” Y/N held the birthday girl to her hip, kissing the top of her small head as they made their way through the airport, “Your parents are picking us up, right?”

Luke carried the hand luggage with ease, broad shoulders carrying the baby bag with ease with a carry-on in either hand. Y/N walked behind him, rolling her lips into her mouth as she anxiously awaited what was awaiting them as they walked into the lobby.

She had been planning this since she found out the news. They had been planning this trip to Australia for a few months, arranging it for the perfect time to celebrate both Elle and Luke’s birthdays – with them both only being a few days apart. It couldn’t have come at a more perfect time if she had tried, the timing to reveal the announcement was something she wanted to perfect.

It was their second child together, something they had briefly talked about, but never exactly tried for. But she knew from the very moment she saw the positive test, that it was everything her and Luke could have dreamed of.

“Mum was saying she’s organised for Jack, Ben, and the rest of the family to come over tomorrow,” Luke spoke, craning his neck to the side as if to try and see further down the terminal, searching for the familiar faces of his direct family. “Something about a big family barbeque or somethin’,”

“Sounds good, babe,” Y/N smiled, huffing quietly as she adjusted Elle’s sleepy body, lifting her further up her hip, Elle’s small legs wrapping tightly around her mother’s waist.

To say Y/N’s heart was racing was an understatement. The organ was thundering, the echo almost deafening in her ears as they neared the end, coming through the gate into the main lobby of the airport.

Luke’s reaction wasn’t feared. Anything but.

The excitement she had received when she told Liz over the phone only added to the buzz she anxiously waited to see from Luke. The news of a second grandchild was greatly received by his parents, their assurance of Luke’s own excitement being overwhelming. The text messages she received from both of his brothers when they heard the news was just as overwhelming, and the fact that her hormones were slowly beginning to bounce didn’t help.

They managed to grab their bags and make their way into the main lobby, being welcomed with the sight of families scattered around the room, the sounds of squeals, excited screams, and crying being heard as people were reunited in front of their very eyes.

“Can you see them anywhere?” Luke’s question didn’t even register in her mind as her eyes caught sight of his family over to the left. Clearly Luke hadn’t spotted them yet, his blue eyes searching for the familiar woman who had grown up with.

Y/N swore she was sweating, anxious to see what on earth his family had planned for the announcement. She had explained she wanted to tell Luke when they arrived in Australia, and Liz had explained that she had an idea for Luke, assuring that she and Andy would take care of it.

As they reached his family, hugs were exchanged, kisses on cheeks were shared, and Elle was instantly swept into her uncle Jack’s arms which she greatly appreciated. It was a reunion of love, amorous exchanges given between everyone as loving welcomes were given.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here!” Liz squealed, arms wrapping around her son as she held him fondly, the slight bend in his back when hugging his mother brought a fond smile to Y/N’s face.

They hadn’t been back in Australia since before Elle was born, since before the last tour. Even when Luke was there, he didn’t have much time to see his family, having a packed schedule before he was being flown out to the next country, so the fact that this trip was strictly for family time, was something he was looking forward to.

“Nice to see you too, mum,” Luke chuckled, giving her a loving squeeze. A hug from his mum had been something he had missed over the years, something that he didn’t think he truly missed, it never being something that he thought much of until it became something he lacked.

A knowing glance was shared between Liz, Andy, and Y/N. A knowing glance that spoke a thousand words being exchanged as the question of who was going to make the first move lingered.

It was Y/N’s announcement to make but she wanted it to be a family affair. After all, that’s what was most important. Family. Which is why she had given the majority of the control to her in-laws, and the fact that she didn’t know what they were planning, was slowly driving her insane.

Her mind was racing a million miles an hour as she spotted Andy in the back, pulling out an envelope from his back pocket, her heartbeat in her ears only growing louder the matter of what was about to happen settled in.

She knew she shouldn’t have been so nervous; it wasn’t like she feared Luke’s reaction. It was more of an excited nervous, she barely understood how she had been able to keep quiet the entire flight about it, biting her tongue every time the thought of telling him crept into her mind.

Her eyes followed the card as it travelled from Andy’s hand to Liz’s own, the sight of a smile on her face as she handed it to Luke with a simple, “Just a small welcome home present,” And god, Y/N swore everything froze in that moment.

This was it.

Their little family of three was going to become a family of four and it was finally time to share the news with Luke.

Luke’s smile was achingly big, chuckling appreciatively as he made quick work of opening the card, turning slightly to face Y/N as he opened the envelope, removing the card and reading the front. Y/N’s face almost dropped when she saw the back of the card, quickly reminding herself to keep her expression still, knowing Luke wouldn’t think to look at the back.

He opened the card, the front becoming visible to Y/N as she admired the floral design with ‘Congratulations!’ a cursive font pasted across it. She only wondered what it said inside, it being a mystery to her as Liz had never actually explained what the plan was.

Luke’s smile grew as he read the familiar handwriting, a kind smile on his face before he spoke up, directing his words to his parents.

“Thank you,” He chuckled, “This is really lovely,”

Did he not get it? Surely, he must’ve got it…

Even Liz looked puzzled, not understanding why Luke’s reaction wasn’t grander, why it wasn’t more… surprised.

“What’s it say?” Y/N questioned, trying to stop her eyes from falling onto the back of the card, knowing that would probably give it away, knowing that Luke still wouldn’t have spotted it.

Luke handed the card to her, moving over slightly to the side to stand next his brother, eyes adoring his daughter who was cuddling into her uncle, fists clutching onto his shirt until she caught sight of Luke, head shooting upright while her hands reached out for him, grunting to get his attention.

“C’mere baby,” Luke grasped hold of Elle, exaggerating a groan as he hauled her off Jack’s shoulder and into his own arms, cuddling her close to him, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“Baby,” Elle’s little voice giggled, eyes looking to Y/N before looking back to Luke.

Luke laughed, nodding his head, “Yeah that’s right,” He pointed to Elle, “You’re my baby,”

Not quite what she meant Luke…

“Baby,” Elle repeated, finger pointing to where Y/N stood with the card in her hand, the back of the paper now facing Luke head on, and it was as if everything suddenly clicked.

Luke’s blue eyes fell to the card, finding the picture that had been stuck to the back of the card, the exact picture that he hadn’t spotted for the past few minutes, the exact picture that made him feel like he had just been delivered with the biggest slap to the face.

He couldn’t believe he had missed it. It was right there in front of him and he had been blind to what was right in front of him the entire time.

The card had even hinted at it when he thought about it.

‘Baby number two is very lucky to have you as a dad’

You couldn’t get more obvious if you tried. It was written in black and white and Luke had completely blanked it. He assumed that they meant for when baby number two would come, not that… Not that they were actually coming.

But the sonogram that was stuck to the back of the card confirmed it all. It confirmed the words, the future, it confirmed his family.

“So, you’re…” He couldn’t form the words, his mouth dropped and eyes searching for verbal confirmation. Surely it was a joke, right? Surely, she would have told him straight away, like she had with Elle.

Everyone stood around them, watching with anticipation, waiting to hear the words leave either of their lips.

“I’m pregnant,”

“You’re pregnant?”

“She’s pregnant!” Jack groaned, rolling his eyes as he stared at his dumbfounded brother, “That’s your baby on the back of the card, dumbass, took you long enough to figure it out!”

Liz and Andy’s muffled laughter could be heard as they watched it unfold, eyes watching curiously as they stared at the couple who still stood apart.

“We’re having…” Luke gulped to moisten his dry throat, hands still clutching onto Elle, as he walked a few steps closer, “We’re having another baby,”

“Indeed we are, Rockstar,” Y/N giggled, eyes beginning to well up with tears as she stared up at the tall blond, helplessly in love with the man in front of her as she confirmed that they would be welcoming yet another bundle of love into the world together, “Another perfect little baby, just like this one,”

Her eyes fell to Elle, her delicate hand squeezing her daughter’s calf playfully which elicited a high-pitched giggles from the toddler. A sound that they loved, a sound that they would hear a lot more of with a second baby making an appearance in a few months’ time.

And boy, they really didn’t know just how much their new little girl really would change their life.

“I was such an idiot,” Luke chuckled at the memory, head back against the armrest as she stared up at the ceiling, “Your photo was right in front of me and I didn’t even see it,”

Throughout his telling of the story, he had readjusted himself and the baby on the couch, laying across it with the small babe on his chest, cheek against his pec as she snored. He hadn’t even noticed she had fallen asleep while he whispered.

“You girls are the best thing that ever happened to me,” Luke’s hand trailed up and down her back, fingertips gliding with ease against the soft fabric of her baby grow, a light tickle against his skin, “I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere, okay? No matter what, I’m always gonna be around, even when you don’t want me to be,” Luke whispered, leaning his head down slightly so his lips were pressed against her soft hair, “I’m gonna be that embarrassing dad who stands up at the end of your school talent shows, whooping and hollering as I clap, I’m gonna be that embarrassing dad who takes photos at the start of every school year, and I’m gonna that dad who will never stop telling you guys how proud I am of you both,”

His eyes drifted to the doorway, the sound of a creaking floorboard capturing his attention, a smile breaking out at the sight of Y/N making her way into the kitchen, her eyes not even taking a glance in his direction.

“And I know your mama is gonna be the exact same,” Luke added, “But take it easy on her, yeah? If you guys are anything like we were as teenagers, she’s gonna have her hands full,”

The miniscule yawn that escaped the baby’s lips had Luke’s heart screaming, the little scrunch of her face, the tiny creases by her eyes as her mouth stretched, the little shake of her legs as she stretched out to release some tension that her little body had somehow accumulated in the little time she had laid there.

“I know I’ve not always been perfect,” Luke spoke more to himself this time, lips pressing a small singular kiss to his daughter’s head, “I’m far from it actually, but I promise you, baby girl, I’m gonna be the best damn dad you’ve ever seen. I’m gonna love you until I can’t love anymore, and I swear on my life, I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to you,”

Luke’s eyes began to droop, the effects of staying up watching the baby sleep beginning to take effect. He didn’t even know what time it was, but it mustn’t have been any later than 7am by the level of sunlight creeping in. Maybe another hour or two wouldn’t be a bad idea…

“My girls are the one thing I got right in my life,” It was as if he was manifesting it into existence, the assurance behind the soft words holding such power, “And they always will be.”

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Keigo

Word Count: 2,133

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 267, Dabi is Touya Theory, angst with a happy ending, swearing, hurt and comfort

A/N: chapter 267 happens

me: *cracks knuckles* (also, I wanted to post this before the next chapter Comes out so there are two Posts today!)

All of his life Hawks was looking for the meaning of it. He came to the conclusion that there simply wasn´t one. How could there be? Heroes were selfish, he was no better, just a weapon of the government to do with as they pleased. Sure, he was popular and working alongside his personal savior, Endeavor, was exciting and a privilege. But that was about it.

He had to shed his name from a young age on and with it the chance of ever building his own personality and character. Hawks didn´t believe in anything but what he got taught and told, but over the years, now especially, that facade started to crumble.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to be Keigo Takami again, he was sick of his fans, didn´t they know that he was lying to all of them?

Nothing in his life was true, nothing genuine, there was no happiness in it, only pretentious public appearances he learned to hate.

It didn´t bother him much in the beginning, he was hopeful, naive and dumb. He just wanted to be a hero like his idol, was that really so wrong?

Over the years Keigo realized that he could´ve been a hero if only the government didn´t get to him first. Maybe if they never picked him up and he became a hero on his own, he´d have a clear conscience by now, he would´ve never had so many secrets and blood on his hands as he did now.

Hawks couldn´t even tell anyone about his inner conflict, about the regret he felt, how he wished to have never taken the job in the first place, especially his current mission. The mission he failed like an idiot. He couldn´t stop beating himself up over it.

You were a police officer, quirkless, apparently useless in today´s society and Hawks envied you.

He found himself wandering aimlessly at night often after he took the mission, wondering if it was the right decision.

You were just finishing up arresting some burglars when you saw him, a frown formed on your face. You always thought heroes were so stuck up and mocked people like you, you found yourself wondering if the police or fire force were even needed anymore, after all the heroes were there to save the day, weren´t they?

But all they did was having flashy fights in public, leaving the dirty clean up work to you.

No, you weren´t a great fan of heroes, but you gave up speaking your mind on the matter since everyone always said you were just jealous that they had quirks and you didn´t.

Of course that was bullshit, you didn´t need a quirk to survive.

Hawks sighed, shoulders slumping, watching you leave the station.

“Rough day, number two?” you chuckled, stopping in your tracks as you saw the hero that was usually so laid back and easy to talk to. But now he just looked so wrecked.

“You have no idea” he gave you a charming smile, dramatically positioning his hand over his chest.

The comment made you roll your eyes as you tried very hard to suppress a smile. Naturally, you failed. How couldn´t you in the presence of the winged hero? Sure, he was handsome, but you never cared about that, you only cared about the fact that he was witty, he seemed like a guy who could make everyone laugh, and damn, you really could use a good laugh right now.

“You shouldn´t complain so much, you get paid a lot, everyone loves you… you´re not completely understaffed and have to take care of all the break ins and thieves in a ten person team” you said, mockingly, yet there was truth in your words. You and your team split the city so that each of you covered a certain area. Every day you spent your day running after criminals, putting them behind bars and then running after other ones. And still you did it, if you didn´t no one would, it would only mean more work for the heroes and to be honest, most of them, at least the top tier ones, they already had their hands full. You saw it on TV every day, heroes battling villains that made your blood freeze, you could never stand up to them.

“I think you´d get the job done faster with me around” he rested his arms behind his head, a precious smile on his face. If you´d only know how fake that smile was and how honest his words were.

“Not gonna lie, we could really use someone like you in our team” you sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile.

Hawks visited you more often after work, he felt like all of his responsibilities were gone whenever he was with you. He treasured those moments, he could finally let go and be himself, whoever that might be, but that was the great thing, with you, he could explore all that. And over time he even started flirting with you, something you tried to ignore for as long as possible. You didn´t want to be just another one of his fangirls, but honestly, why did you care? He was a hero, the number two at that, he could get whatever he wanted and who were you to deny him? You had to admit he was pretty cute and it did feel nice to have his attention. So you flirted back, exciting to see where this would go.

Never once in your life did you think that a stable relationship would be born of your meetings.

And yet, here you were, Hawks was now the most precious part of your life, you didn´t want to imagine it without him in it. He opened up to you, not completely letting you in on his inner conflict and identity crisis yet, but enough to show you that he fully trusted you.

He knew he never should´ve engaged in this relationship with you, it was a distraction that could cost him or you his life, it was a possible danger to his mission. And it was his way to say fuck it. It was a fuck you to the government, oh how he thrived on it. Not that that was all you were, to him you were everything, you were his calm and peace, his normality. And normal was something he really craved in his life.

You only ever saw him at his worst, tired and completely broken after coming home from yet another stressful day at work, this mission really took his toll on him but you never asked about it, thinking that it was better this way.

His mission was over however, you saw it all over the news, the heroes have won. They all looked equally worn out and injured.

After a week everything seemed to have calmed down, the heroes in the hospital were finally released and everything went back to normal.

Only that Hawks still hasn´t returned. And that scared you.

You wanted to know where he was, if he was alive, you wanted to see him, but nobody would let you.

You spent your days awake, jumping at every motion at the door, but it wasn´t him. Of course you still had to work, but you couldn´t focus on anything else but Hawks.

Again you went home, had a shower and prepared food for yourself. You still made too much, hoping he´d come back to you. Maybe he was just tired of you, which you couldn´t blame him for, but the thought alone still hurt enough.

So focused on staring at the stove, you didn´t notice the door opening, you only realized that Hawks was back when he hugged you from behind and you felt his weight, instantly calming your nerves.

“Babe!” you turned around, hugging him back, not looking at him completely, not taking in all the damage he took. He was back, that was all that counted for now. You had to calm down first, crying into his shoulder, you didn´t want to let go of him.

“Are you hurt?” you finally let go of him, frantically wiping the tears off your face and freezing when you saw his state. His eyes were empty, filled with tears as he sobbed, whatever happened, it broke him and it broke your heart. He had scarred burns all over his face, his wings were gone and so was his usual happy aura.

“Yes...” he answered your question, nodding and burying his head in your chest, pulling you close to him, he needed your touch right now, needed to know you were there for him like always.

“Hey, why don´t we sit down, hm?” you turned off the stove, you could prepare the food later, and took Hawks´ hand to lead him to the couch.

There he curled up to you, his arms around your waist and his face buried in your lap, crying out his tears and you let him. You caressed his back, soothing him, putting your hands in his hair and gently tugging at the strands.

“I killed him….I killed my friend” he sobbed, you didn´t say anything. He´d tell you about the mission when he was ready.

“He didn´t even do anything! He was a good man….and still I…. I´m a murderer. I´m not a hero. I´m not what they made me, I´m just a piece of shit” he cried out, his words hurt you, whatever happened there, it changed him. He wasn´t the man he used to be.

Hawks raised his face to look at you, his eyes were desperate.

“I have a name, you know?” he pleaded, clinging onto your shirt like a lost child.

“Of course you do, baby...you just never told me” you rubbed his back again, then taking his face in your hands to caress it gently, careful not to touch the wound too much.

“Because I wasn´t allowed to….they said I didn´t need it anymore...that I could become a hero. But it was all a lie...” he called out, trying to explain what was going on in his head.

“Touya knew it...he told me, he was my friend too...and I couldn´t stop him...I couldn´t help him...we were friends when we were children, but he couldn´t take it...he got away, he was saved. I was too stupid to understand, but he managed to make it. And now I understand him, now I understand why he wants to destroy the hero society… I mean do we really need heroes? We barely won, I failed my mission, I failed to be a hero, I can´t do anything right...and the others, they just play along, they still believe in it” he rambled, it didn´t really make sense to you, but you listened. You wondered who Touya was and what happened to Hawks and him in their past. But now wasn´t the time to ask.

“What´s your name?” you asked after he calmed down a bit.

Hawks looked up to you as if you were an angel, which to him, you were.

“I´m Keigo Takami” he answered and in this moment the last shackle that bound him to the government shattered. He had a name and he had every right to use it. He was human, he had an identity and he was allowed to figure out what that was, he mattered.

“I missed you, Keigo. I´m glad you´re back” you hugged him and he melted into the hug.

Over the course of the next months Keigo told you everything about his past, his mission, his childhood friend Touya and everything else. He wasn´t Hawks anymore, his wings were gone for good, therefore he was quirkless now.

But that didn´t mean he was useless.

The two of you were a great tag team in the police, he could smile again, genuinely this time, it was like waking up from a nightmare in your comforting arms. He could be Keigo, he could be himself, he could be happy and smile and actually mean it this time.

It was relieving beyond belief.

Working at the police was relaxing and exciting at the same time, he loved working there, nobody there tried to control him and make him do things against his moral code while calling themselves heroes and the best for society.

And most of all, he loved you. He loved living with you, waking up and going to sleep in your arms, returning home to you, watching bad movies and making out on the couch, talking to you, hearing your opinions on things, just your presence was enough to brighten his day.

He was so lucky to have you.

Now that he lost his wings, he also lost everything that held him back, everything that forbade him to be himself.

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