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And They'd Find Us In A Week - Chapter 1

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 5.3k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! A/N: Don't be scared to click the embedded links, you might get an auditory surprise (Ai voice cloning works wonders)

Past (i) - You

[15 & 16] - THE CAPITOL

Pine is a simple wood. It grows in abundance, representing purity and innocence. In Eleven, it’s saved for children. Children like Cane. Only thirteen years old, but at the end of his life. He died in the initial bloodbath from a knife in the heart, you saw it yourself as you were running away. You had made eye contact with him for a split second and had contemplated waiting for him behind one of the many buildings encased by overgrown greenery. But, within the next second, those eyes had clouded over and cannon fire rang in your ears.

He looks so small in his pine casket, you note. The pale shade of his little brown face is the only giveaway that he isn’t sleeping.

His parents come to stand before him, withdrawn in their grief for their youngest child. They each place a fruit in his hand: a pear in his left, and an apple in his right. One for himself and another to share with whoever comes to take his soul.

Neem, his brother, holds up his sister Venus, the youngest girl. She is distraught, wails bouncing through the clearing. Their oldest sibling, Vera, hadn’t been permitted to leave the fields to come to the burial.

Chrysanthemums represent death, mourning, life, and goodbyes. Roses represent life, grief, and sadness. You watch as the adults of the town move in to help his family cover him head to toe in the petals. A few of these flowers are shipped to the Capitol to be used aesthetically, you’re sure. Such an odd thought knowing the rest are used here only for funerals.

You can’t help but think about how close you came to being the one under all those flowers. You imagine your mom having to place the fruits in your hands by herself. The hand on your shoulder keeps you pinned in place as Venus’s knees buckle. Your mom squeezes you to her side and you look at her tightened face. You aren't the only one imagining it.

The grave has already been dug and above it sits his headstone, a rock bigger than both of your hands combined with his initials and his age carved into it.

C. B.

You stare at that rock long after they put him in the ground and cover him in dirt. At the end of the ceremony, all of the children in attendance get in line to hug the family. This one is no different. You’re only fifteen, but you’ve been to many funerals. Only one stands out: your dad’s.

You remember being ten and getting irritated at how sticky the pomegranate juice made your hands, but you preferred it to the painful lump in your throat. You had to be lifted so you could place the fruit in his cold hands and you don’t think your mom put you down after, holding you close to her chest as the town’s children hugged you.

You’re at the back of the line nervously picking at your nail beds. There’s a certain amount of guilt tied to being the one who survived, especially in the face of the grieving family. You haven’t spoken to them since you got back a month ago—it took a while for the Capitol to return his body—but you know they don’t blame you. That’s just not the way people think in Eleven. You don’t turn against your own.

You’re nervous because you have a bigger part to play other than offering condolences and you promised Cane you’d complete it.

Before you go in to hug his father, you speak.

“I, uh, have something for you.” You pull a small bear figurine out of your pocket, crudely carved from wood. “Cane, he gave it to me to give to his family the night before we went into the arena. Just in case I managed to come back.” Something neither of you had any real hope of happening, but you understood the gesture for what it was. He wanted you to bring him back to his family. So you protected it with your life, literally.

And now he’s home.

And that’s what cracks them, you think. His mom’s lips quiver and his dad makes a pained noise when you place it in his shaking grip. And Neem, who has tried to stay strong for his family, gasps around a sob. Venus pulls you into a hug, tears dripping onto your neck.

A breeze comes through, shaking the leaves in the tree and cooling you from the humid heat. You like to think that it’s Cane’s way of thanking you for not forgetting him.

“Your accent is just darling. Say something else, say something else!” The woman in front of you exclaims. You can’t remember her name, but you’re pretty sure she never introduced herself to you anyway. In fact, you don’t think anyone has introduced themselves to you.

"Like what?"

"Like what?" They mock your voice, clapping like you’re a dog that did a trick. You smile around the embarrassment. Maybe for your next act, you’ll play dead. "Oh, that is just a treat."

You've officially been the winner of the sixty-seventh Hunger Games for six months and thirteen days. It's the end of your Victory Tour and all you have to do is tolerate the Capitols poking and prodding at you until the night is over. Though, that's easier said than done.

You remind yourself to make a conscious effort to bury the accent, sound a little more like them. The old you wouldn’t give a damn about how a Capitol perceives you, but the old you didn’t get pawed at nearly as much as you have tonight.

Your dress cinches at your waist uncomfortably. The heels you were forced into press painfully into the calluses on your feet, and you've eaten so many pastries that your jaw aches. Foreign hands pat at your hair, stroking and pulling at the curls as you recount for the fifth time how you escaped the tributes from District Five.

"I climbed to the top of a building and jumped between rooftops while they looked for me on the ground—"

“Skip to the part where you get your scythe!” Someone yells from the crowd, cutting you off. You purse your lips and bite your tongue so hard that you taste metal.

"Alright. Two days in, I was…gifted a scythe from a sponsor—"

"And you used it beautifully!" Another person calls from your left.

"Yes, that move you pulled off against that poor boy from Nine was simply marvelous!" A voice shouts from behind you. You remember him. How could you forget? The "move" you pulled off wasn't intentional. As a warning, you swung your scythe in wide arches, but he ran at you and the blade slit his stomach open. You think he did it on purpose, knowing how it would end for him. You put him out of his misery with his own knife.

He was the first person you killed in the arena. The first thing you had ever killed.

You bite into a muffin, and it tastes like ash on your tongue.

You try to ignore the multiple hands on your shoulders, arms, and neck; all moving to touch any bare skin they can reach. But it's hard to ignore soft hands that have never known a day of work. Much different from your own calloused palms, made rough from your days of harvesting crops and climbing high in trees to pick fruit.

You keep quiet as they talk at you, never actually trying to engage you in the conversation. You grimace as a hand touches your face.

"God, you are stunning—isn't she stunning?" A taller man smiles down at you with golden teeth, moving your face this way and that with his sharp nails.

"Oh, just gorgeous! Who knew they were hiding such a diamond in the Agriculture district, of all places?" The group breaks out in howling laughter, as if the very notion of something worthwhile coming out of District Eleven is outlandish. Somehow, both a joke at your expense and one they expect you to join in on.

You're willing to bet all of your earnings that none of these people have the slightest idea about life in Eleven, what it's like to be truly hungry. Children are being hung for stealing food and here they are, gorging themselves just to throw it all up. You're shaken by the thought that you are completely alone here. Forced to endure the abrasive attention of the Capitol residents until they grow bored with you. You contemplate how easy it would be to escape. You aren't sure how much longer you can go with people petting you like a domesticated animal. Maybe, if you make yourself sick from drinking those vomit-inducing drinks, you could make a strategic retreat with minimal fuss. "Excuse me, ladies, gentlemen," a smooth voice breaks through the crowd before a lithe body follows. The man—or boy, rather—is tall, all tan skin and sun-bleached-hair. Every eye falls on him as soon as he steps up, and you can understand why. Finnick Odair. He's objectively attractive; beautiful, even. You can tell from the brazen way he holds himself that he already knows that. Pink lips are settled in a smug smirk, but they don't take away from his eyes. If you were a writer, you could have authored a thousand and one poems about those eyes alone. "You wouldn't mind me stealing tonight's guest of honor for a dance, would you?" It's quiet, and the crowd looks at each other. They clearly don't want to give you up—their brand-new toy. But who can say no to Finnick Odair? Exclaims of oh, certainly and of course are called out before he comes to stand in front of you. Someone pulls the saucer of miniature cakes and cookies from your death grip and you feel bare before him. You had seen him two years ago during his games. Then, six months after that he came to Eleven for his Victory Tour, apologizing to the families of people he didn't know nor care about. He was just another pretty Career laughing and being gushed over on Caesar Flickerman's couch, pretty low on your list of priorities. But now—well, it was one thing to see him on screen, it was another to be in front of him. It's a lot like standing in front of the ocean, you imagine. You had seen it secondhand, through train windows and simulated in arenas, but nothing could prepare you to see it in person. He doesn't push you to take his hand, just holds it out in front of him like he has all the time in the world. Like he knows you'll take it, eventually. The temptation to reject him is strong. You’d pay money to see the look on his and everyone else's faces if you said no and walked away.

You reach forward and a callused palm meets your own. You trust him as much as you do everyone else vying for your attention here, but he's the lesser of two evils. You tense up as you follow him, mentally preparing yourself to be surrounded. But he doesn't lead you to the center of the dancing mass like you thought he would. Instead, you both linger on the edge, barely close enough to be a part of the crowd. He faces you and asks, "May I have this dance?" Overly formal in a way that nobody else here has been with you.

"We're already here, aren't we?" You say as if you weren’t just contemplating leaving him behind. You step closer to him as the band starts a new song, your right hand holding his left and the other on his shoulder. His free hand lays on your waist, a fraction above the slit on the side of your dress.

“Have you been having fun?” He picks, certainly nonexistent, lint off the shoulder of your dress. Is your eye twitching? It has to be. You want to place a hand on it to tamp down the spasms, but, instead, your nails dig into his shoulder through his suit jacket.

“What? Are you not enjoying your time in our great nation's capitol?” He deadpans. Your mouth tries to twitch into a smirk and you smother it down.

You narrow your eyes. “What’re your thoughts on lying?”

He inhales slowly, head tilting side to side contemplatively. “Depends. Am I the one lying?” You shake your head. He shrugs. “Then, I hate it.”

“Then, I won’t answer,” you shrug back. He lets out a puff of air from his nose, a laugh?

"I'm surprised Seeder isn't here with you. She talked you up a big game, you know. Very confident that you'd win." His eyes sweep over the crowd of dancing couples before settling on you. “Guess, I should have bet on you too, huh?”

You don’t know how you feel about that. Why would Seeder be that confident in a semi-malnourished fifteen-year-old with no combat skills?

You definitely wouldn’t have bet on yourself. If you were in his shoes, you would’ve put money into one of the Careers. Maybe that one girl from Two—perhaps the most muscular person you’ve ever seen. She was benching at least twice her body weight in the Training Center, but you think it was just an intimidation tactic. Though, a pointless one, since she didn’t even make it out of the Cornucopia. You suppose no amount of muscle can combat an axe to the back of the spine. “I wouldn’t have if I were you. But now that you've actually seen me, do I meet all the expectations she set?” You partially joke. Partially because as much as you hate to admit it, you are curious. Why you’re curious about what he thinks of you will remain a mystery. “Now that I've actually seen you? No,” you look up at him in shock before he grins like a shark, teeth on display. "You exceed them. Don't get me wrong. You were beautiful on screen, but the TV doesn't do you justice." He does little to hide the once-over he gives you. It was meant to be caught. You don't know what to say. You've been excessively complimented and fawned over since you were reaped, but somehow, it felt different coming from him. His gaze felt different. Like he actually saw you. You throw that thought away. Finnick is a known flirt—a playboy. He means nothing by it and neither does the look in his eyes. "She's pregnant. Seeder," you clarify, abruptly changing the topic. “About seven months along. She's resting at the hotel.” Traveling for so long had taken its toll. Not to mention the stress of just being in the Capitol. Snow, the bastard, wouldn't let her stay behind, even though Chaff was willing to take her place as your mentor on the tour. "Ah, congratulations are in order then."

"Please,” you scoff. “I'm sure you didn't come up to me just to talk about Seeder." Your gaze bounces around his face as you do everything in your power to avoid eye contact with him.

“Why not? I can’t ask about a good friend?”

“If you’re such “close friends” shouldn’t you have already known she was pregnant?”

“Touché.” He concedes with a nod, his smile still in place. Or at least you think he does. You aren’t entirely sure what touché means. “I came up to you because you looked like you were one more scone away from using it as a weapon." The laugh you let out is a surprise to you both and you have to bite your cheek to stifle it. You haven’t been doing a whole lot of laughing over the past six months.

"Was I that obvious?" He's quiet for a moment as he stares at you and you don't dwell on it. Instead, you focus on the freckles dotting the bridge of his nose.

You're only a year younger than him and, yet, there's something about him that feels far older than any other sixteen-year-old you've met. The way he carries himself—something sharp-edged hidden under indifference, an alertness in his eyes that you're sure mirrors your own. "To anyone who cared to look," his voice deepens as he hums. It really is smooth. "Definitely." "Am I supposed to believe that the Capitol's darling cares about little ol' me?" "So, you do know who I am." His lips shift into a shit-eating grin, preening as if he caught you in a lie. He’s probably used to people fawning over him, and that’s something you’d never do. Be that as it may, you can acknowledge that there might be something worth fawning over. “Who doesn't?” It’s been two years and people are still talking about his games. And for good reason, you have to admit.

"Touché...again.” He tilts his head with contemplatively narrowed eyes. You narrow your eyes right back simply based on the fact that he did it first. “You know, that’s the second time you’ve—” "Seriously, what're you hoping to achieve here? You've gotta have a motive. Everyone does.” You push, cutting to the chase and sounding more accusatory than you meant to. But, he’s a victor too, right? Maybe you can toe the line here without repercussions waiting on the other side.

"Hmm, blunt. Even you?" He questions, continuing when you nod. "What's your motive for dancing with me, then?"

You could have said no to this dance, but that would’ve meant staying surrounded by them. This, being with Finnick, is a breath of fresh air in comparison. He may not be Eleven or from any other district that’s similar to yours, but he is District. That’s gotta be worth something—some kind of kinship.

"I'd do just about anything to escape those vultures," you pause. Then, feeling emboldened, add, "And I guess you're not terrible to look at." If you were going to be forced to stay here, you might as well find your fun where you can. And talking to Finnick is fun. Undoubtedly, the only fun you've had all night.

"Oh, thank you," he laughs, mirth coloring his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. "You know, I was worried about that."

"Is that so?" You smile, trying, and failing, to not step on his feet.

"Definitely," he pauses for a second, seemingly deciding on something before answering your question, "It’s just that—you remind me of someone. They got wrapped up in the Capitol; thought they could handle the…” he makes a wide sweeping gesture to the gluttonous pageantry around you and you get it. The extravagance, the theatrics, the Capitol of it all. “But the Capitol asked for more than they were willing to give. And, well...I couldn't save them." His eyes look glazed as he trails off. His face is grim, his smile gone so fast it's almost like it was never there to begin with. You find that you want it back. "And you want to save me?" You guess, heart in your throat.

"Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. The people here? Every single one of them wants us. They want to talk to us, touch us, sleep with us," you swallow at the look in his eye. "But they don't see us as people." He leans towards you and you freeze. For a split second, you think he's going to kiss you. That doesn’t scare you. Instead, he hovers by your ear. What would you have done if he had kissed you? You don't think you would've moved away. That scares you. "Me and you," he hums, lips against your ear, "Well, we might as well be a completely different species to them. We're lesser than. Beloved pets at most, tamed beasts at least."

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” You live in Eleven, after all. There’s a reason no one goes looking for the kids that go missing from the fields. According to the people in charge, there’ll always be another to take their place. You sigh through your nose and turn away, but immediately turn back to Finnick when you make eye contact with the smiling man with gold teeth.

He shakes his head, lips curled into a frown of disgust, "Look at them, the way they linger at the edge of the crowd." The hand on your waist moves to the small of your back as he spins you. "You see how desperate they are to get in your good graces?" You peek over his shoulder at the people watching you, teeming with anticipation.

"Is that not what you're doing?" You ask, your cheek pressed to his. "Trust me, sweetheart. If I was trying to gain your favor, it'd be somewhere a little more private with a lot less talking." He doesn't give you enough time to reply, not that you know how, before continuing. "I'm doing the same thing I've done since I was reaped," he lowers his voice, almost like he's imparting some kind of secret. To the right person, maybe he is. "Surviving. I'd suggest finding your allies now if you wanna do the same." And then he turns to place a chaste kiss against your cheek. To anyone watching the two of you, it would look like he's just flirting with you. You shiver as he pulls away from you, taking all the warmth with him. He looks down at you for a moment longer, locking you in his gaze. You had never really seen the ocean, you remind yourself, but, through him, you're staring at it now. Vast and limitless. All-consuming. He brings your knuckles to his smooth lips, and he smirks. The urge to shiver is alarmingly strong as his mouth moves delicately against the skin of your knuckles as he begins to speak. "Until next time." You catch the shimmer in his sea-green eyes. It has to mean something, something worth pursuing. You've never known the ocean, but as you watch Finnick walk away into the crowd of adoring Capitols, you think you could grow to like it. There's a drive in him that's rare to see outside of Eleven, let alone in the Capitol, and it further proves your assumption right. There’s a kinship between the districts that only the victors are privy to—you and Finnick might be cut from the same cloth, and that’s made even more apparent by the way the masses move in to surround you both. You jump as trumpets sound around you and a spotlight shines on the balcony. You missed your chance to escape. It's time for Snow's speech.

Present (I) - You

[23 & 24] - DISTRICT ELEVEN

It’s winter in Eleven. There’s little worse than winter in Eleven. You must have forgotten to close your window when you left in a rush because the air in your room is practically crystallized, and you mull over the idea of igniting your fireplace but decide against it.

Normally, you would go to the Capitol after being invited to a party, your prep team would scrub and shave you from top to bottom, and Snow would introduce you to your client for the night. Then, you would stay in your hotel room and have time to recoup before you left. But, this time, there was no party. Only a very important partner of Snow’s who is not a patient man. So you left in the early morning and made the trip back the next day as the sun was rising. Seven hours there, seven hours back. You’re dead on your feet and your bed has never looked more tempting. You stand before your vanity and grab a makeup wipe, dragging it over your face and revealing the bags under your eyes. You're tired, bone tired. You kick your heels off. You unzip the back of your dress and let it fall to the ground. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you press on one of the bruises littering your neck. You follow the trail to the top of your chest, breast, stomach, and hips. You frown at yourself. What a pitiful painting you make. "It's starting!" Your mom calls from down the hall and you sigh, looking at your bed mournfully. You'd usually avoid Snow's announcements like the plague, you don't want to look at him more than you already have to, but it's different this time. It's the Quarter Quell. The last Quarter Quell had double the amount of tributes, and Haymitch told you how he only won by the skin of his teeth. So, despite yourself, you're curious to see what kind of nightmare Snow comes up with. There's also something else driving you. A man you met in passing at the party. Plutarch Heavensbee. He was strange, but a different kind than you were used to from the Capitols. He's taking the place of Head Gamemaker after Seneca Crane's untimely death. He spoke in riddles, always hinting at things of importance without saying anything at all. And there's a nagging feeling in the back of your mind surrounding something he said. "I understand that there’s a certain kind of…job that President Snow has employed you for. If I told you there was a chance to put an end to it, what would you say?" "I'd say you should cut back on the Morphling." "I assure you, I'm sober," he laughed, "I can't go into detail right now. I just need to know, when the time comes, that I can trust you to fight." Fight. It’s an interesting term, but you wonder if it has the same definition for him as it does for you. You doubt it. Very rarely is there ever any overlap between the way of thinking for Eleven and the Capitol. The people of Eleven fight every day and you’ve heard the other districts have finally picked up on the habit. Riots upon riots upon riots and it’s all thanks to the kids from Twelve. You still can't decipher what he was telling you and you’d usually chalk it up to the regular Capitol jargon. But there was something, something different that you couldn’t put your finger on.

You throw pajamas on, something soft that won't irritate you, and walk to the living room. "Here: sugar, berries, and licorice root, just the way you like it." Your mom hands you the cup and pretends she doesn't see the marks on your body. You're thankful. She looks tired too, older. "Thank you, Ma." You say, for more than just the tea. "Of, course. Now, sit, sit. He's walking out." You settle gingerly on the couch beside her, sorer than you thought, and pull your legs under you as Snow stands behind a podium. He lets the audience quiet down before beginning. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the seventy-fifth year of The Hunger Games. And it was written in the charter of The Games that every twenty-five years, there would be a Quarter Quell to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against The Capitol." You drink carefully from your cup as he continues, steaming liquid burning the roof of your mouth. "Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance. And now on this, the seventy-fifth anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell," you place your cup on the table and fidget with your bracelet as Snow pulls a letter from an envelope, "as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of The Capitol. On this, the third Quarter Quell Games the male and female Tributes are to be reaped—" "No." The hairs on your arms stand on end. You brace for the blow. "—from the existing pool of victors in each district." "No. No, no, no, that's not, that's not right." You shake your head. It doesn't take long for your mom to start sobbing beside you and you…you can't breathe.

You suck a breath in and it feels like it's being funneled through a filter. Not enough, not nearly enough. Your heart's beating fast, faster, the fastest it’s ever beat and you're getting lightheaded. You stand up on shaking legs and stumble to the door, glass shatters as you knock a vase over in your pursuit. You need more air, you need, you need—you step out onto the snow-covered porch, submerging your bare feet in the white powder. It’s odd, it rarely snows here.

You kneel down and grab fistfuls of snow, smearing the ice on your face and grounding yourself. You breathe and you rationalize. You can breathe. You're taking in frigid lungfuls of air and you are breathing. You stare down the long walkway leading to your home, covered in both ice and snow. Across from that walkway is a cow pasture and past that pasture are woods. Vast and open and if you will it, no one would be able to find you. You wouldn’t be able to leave, not with the giant electric fence surrounding the district, but they wouldn’t find you.

But Snow could find your mom.

You stay out there until your feet and hands go numb. And then you stay until it hurts to move your fingers and toes, the skin of your shins and knees prickling with the temperature drop. You stay until your mom drags you in herself. "Let's warm you up." She says, but she's mostly talking to herself. She wraps you in a blanket and sits you on the couch. She goes to the kitchen and comes back with a fresh cup of tea. Saliva gathers in your mouth at the thought of drinking anything, so you use it to warm your hands instead.

“Oh, look what you’ve done to yourself.” You look to where she’s hovering over the carpet. Red footprints lead from the door to where you are now. You must have stepped on the broken pieces of the vase. You wait for the sting of pain to come now that you’re aware of the wound, but there’s nothing.

“I’ll go get something to clean you up with—”

“Can you just…can you just sit with me?” You ask and look away when you catch her frenzied gaze.

“Yeah, of course, baby. Of course.” The couch dips with her weight as she sits beside you.

By now, Caesar Flickerman is recapping the announcement to the audience with his cheery co-star. You can never remember his name. You're as still as a statue as Caesar goes over a list of remaining victors. You don't move when your mom holds onto you. She holds you and she holds you and she cries for you. You don’t think you have any more tears left in you.

“Now, it always hurts to say goodbye, Claudius, but I can admit there are a few lovely victors I’m particularly attached to.” Oh, you think, that’s his name. Doubtful that you’ll remember it.

“Yes, Caesar, I completely agree. Here’s one of mine now. From District Four: Finnick Odair!” Your eye starts to twitch, lower lid spasming. They play clips of him. Finnick waving to the audience as he walks on stage, Finnick posing for the camera at a photo shoot, Finnick walking down the red carpet at a movie premiere.

You imagine footage of him being reaped for the Quell and saliva is gathering in your mouth again, stomach flexing as you gag. You double over, nausea washing over you as you try to keep what little is in your stomach down. Absently, you feel a hand rubbing your back in wide, soothing circles that aren’t doing a lot to soothe you.

You were wrong. You do have tears left in you.

A/N: 1.) your arena is inspired by Valle dei Mulin in Italy 2.) The people of 11 all have farm and gardening-related names. (Neem tree, venus flytrap, aloe vera, Mass Cane) 3.) Cane had a crush on the reader similar to Peeta's initial crush on Katniss 4.) Each district has a different accent depending on their geography

#the hunger games #hunger games fanfiction #catching fire #hunger games catching fire #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fanfic #and they'd find us in a week

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the-atlas-sister · 9 months

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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ (Neteyam x Best Friend!Reader!)

(Image from cinetrix )

Warnings!: suggestive content, language, teasing Lo'ak, very slight Lo'ak x reader, a bit of angst I suppose

Friends for life. That's all you and Neteyam were. At least that's what you said when the two of your were six. You remembered your first meeting with the boy as if it had just happened.

***

Neteyam stared curiously at the young Na'vi that stood, fearfully behind their mother. "Toruk Makto," their mother said, bowing low before Neteyam's father. The young Na'vi looked at their mother before mimicking her movement.

Neteyam laughed gently at the act, making his father send him a stern look.

"No friend of my mate has to bow," Neteyam's father said, cringing at the way Neytiri's old friend dipped before him. "Please, seriously, stand up. I'm not Toruk Makto to you, just an old friend's mate."

"I see why Neytiri likes you," the woman said, cracking a coy smile. Her eyes slowly drifted to Neteyam, making him stand up a bit straighter. "And is this the prince himself? Neteyam?"

"Hello!" Neteyam said. His ears pinned to his head in embarrassment at the volume of his voice. His eyes flashed to the young Na'vi next to their mother, his eyes lighting up at the sound of their soft giggle. "Who is that?" he wondered aloud, his six year old brain lacking impulse control as he pointed at the other child.

Their mother chuckled gently, placing a hand on your head and ushering you forward. "This is my child, Y/n," she said, pushing the child in question towards Neteyam gently.

They looked down shyly as Neteyam looked up at his father. "Can I play with them?" he asked, watching as his father's face lit up.

"If they want to," he stated, smiling gently.

"Do you, want to play with me?" Neteyam asked, turning his attention back to the Na'vi before them.

Their gaze snapped to the boy before them, eyes wide as they fiddled with their hands. They only nodded in response, which was enough for the young Neteyam to believe that you were now the best of friends.

"Come on!" he cheered, grabbing Y/n's hand and pulling them away from their parents. "I'll teach you how to fish!"

"Those two are going to be inseprable," y/n's mother said, matter of factly.

"I hope so."

***

And they were right. Ever since that day, the two of you had been inseparable. You had stuck to the oldest Sully son and he had stuck to you.

As the two of you grew older, as did your feelings for one another.

***

"Yams!" an adolescent y/n cheered, jumping up in excitement as their childhood friend wandering into the small clearing they had found as children. When they were young, they deemed it the hideaway, a word Neteyam's father had taught him. Since then, the name had stuck and it had become your special place.

"Have you been here all day?" Neteyam questioned, meeting you in the middle of the clearing.

"Have I? I hadn't noticed," you said, shrugging slightly. "It doesn't matter. Look at what I made!" You proudly held up a brightly colored flower crown you had created within your time alone in the clearing.

"How many of these have you made?" Neteyam asked, tilting his head, allowing you to place the crown on his head.

Your cheeks flushed as your best friend's eyes wandered to the large pile of flower crowns sitting in a corner of the clearing. Neteyam gave you a cocky grin as your face turned a deeper purple hue.

"They're not all for you," you grumbled, cracking a small smile as Neteyam laughed. You felt a bubble grow in your chest at the laugh. You had heard it over and over again but it was only now that this feeling began to blossom.

"You're so excited," Neteyam chuckled, his eyes scanning your face with a small smile on his. He felt his tail swish behind him, finding himself growing excited as you did.

"Just look at them!" you said, letting out an excited giggle as you ran towards the pile of flowers. "Did you know there are this many different types of flowers in our hideaway?"

"I did actually," Neteyam said, following you slowly as you approached the flowers. "I used them to make that top for you." You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, gently stroking the soft top you currently wore. It had been a gift for your fifteenth birthday from your dear friend, and with his confession, you realized why the flowers sweet scent was so familiar.

"How very like you Yams," you teased, fighting the blush that made it's away up your neck.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't developed a crush on your childhood friend throughout your adolescent years. Everything the blue skinned boy would say or do left your hear skipping a beat and every time he would touch you, you were left wishing he'd never stop.

The only problem is that he never seemed to return the feelings at least not that he showed to you. So, as unhealthy as it was, you decided to push down the feelings, beating them back with a stick as you did.

"Come on, I made a few for your siblings as well."

As the years went by, the feelings continued to grow. As you both began to reach adulthood, the feelings only fought back against you and your emotional stick.

Little did you know although, as you fought with your own emotions, as did Neteyam. As you grew up together he found himself wanting to be closer to you. He never understood the feelings, chalking them up to loving his dear friend in a true platonic sense. The only flaw in his thinking was the strange dreams that he would have of you. He would wake up after dreaming of you below him with wide eyes and sweat dripping from his body.

***

"Dude, you're in love with them," Lo'ak said, scoffing at his older brother as they hunted deep within the forest.

"Don't be ridiculous," a now twenty-one year old Neteyam scoffed, rolling his eyes at his brother. "I just care for them deeply. They are my dear friend, you know this. That is all."

"Okay, then you wouldn't mind if I asked them out?" Lo'ak pushed, smirking as Neteyam's gaze snapped to him. His jaw clenched as he glared at him.

"That would be fine," he said slowly, stomping further into the forest.

"Are you serious?" Lo'ak pressed, following the older Na'vi. "Because I'll do it." Neteyam stopped in his tracks, spinning on his heel.

"I wouldn't care," he hissed, his eyes narrowing. "Y/n could date whoever they want and if they wanted to date you, that'd be their choice."

"Perfect," Lo'ak shrugged.

A/n respectfully fuck all of you who voted for this. Because I suck ass at writing this

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igotanidea · 8 months

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(3) Cheater : dick grayson!version

Long awaited part 3 - as promised.

@fullbelieverheart - I really hope I'll live up to your expectations of me and this story :D

part 1

part 2

***

9 months ago

“No.”

“This was not a question, Dick.”

“Still the answer is no.”

When Bruce called Dick to the batcave and explained to him his role in the plan The Batman masterminded, Dick felt like laughing.

At first.

Until he realised that Bruce was being absolutely serious with wanting his oldest son to get into a fake relationship with a girl named Sienna. Apparently, she was loosely connected with one of the Gotham’s crime lord and this was a way to get to her relative. It was crazy and to say the least, Dick felt offended at the mere thought of going through with this horrendous idea.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Bruce! And we can’t use an innocent girl for your scheming!”

“but we will.”

“Come on!” Dick threw his hands in the air in pure frustration

“Is this about this little journalist you met?” Bruce grunted at his son “What was her name again? Y/N?”

Dick sighed. He could keep on denying, pretending that he had no idea what Bruce was talking about but there was no point. And maybe, maybe, admitting that he felt something for Y/N would made his adoptive father soften?

“Yes…..” he admits

“Forget about her.”

“What?!”

“You heard me Dick.”

“But��..”

“You have duties to this city.”

“But….!”

“Enough Dick. There are lives at stake. You have to think like Nightwing, not like Dick Grayson, now. Do you want people to die?”

“Please….. Bruce…. Ask someone else for this…. Please….” He tried to bargain, but he knew well enough it was a lost cause. Who else could possibly do the job? Jason?

“End of discussion. “

***

Dick was torn. On one hand he wanted to protect people and get whatever criminal was on the loose down. On the other he also wanted Y/N. It didn’t matter he barely met her. The feelings she gave him were incomparable with anything else. He wanted her with intensity he never thought possible. He knew he couldn’t just go and forget about her. Not with her pretty smile and pretty eyes and her messy hair and her positive energy.

So-

The only option was to play on both fields.

***

“Oh, God! I am so sorry! I swear I can be so clumsy sometimes……”

He choose the most cliché way to become acquainted with Sienna. He simply went to the same coffee shop she did every day and accidentally bumped into her, spilling coffee all over. Of course, it was iced coffee, he wouldn’t risk anyone getting burned.

“Oh, please, it was me! I really should have been watching where I was going!” she retorted

“How about I offer you coffee as a form of compensation?” he grinned

“You just gave me one!” Sienna laughed and Dick couldn’t help but be positively surprised by her sense of humour. “I wouldn’t mind a little snack, thought….. Had a hell of a day and forget to have lunch….”

“Well I can’t really let a pretty girl like you starve.” Dick ginned.

“Oh, so now I am pretty girl?” she raised an eyebrow “you sure you bumped into me because you’re clumsy?”

“Who said clumsy and lucky cannot go in pair?”

Maybe this mission would be nicer than he thought……

***

6 months ago

He found Sienna amusing and charming. But it was still just for vigilante purposes and his eyes were on Y/N. They were. Truly. And to prove it to himself, one day out of the blue he decided to show up at her work, unannounced with the biggest flower bouquet ever. Causing a little bit of commotion and making a show amongst Y/N’s co-workers.

“Hey Y/N….” he smiled, his silhouette barely visible from the grand bunch of forget-me-nots.

“Dick?” her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him. “It’s not my birthday…..”

“Can’t I just give a little gift to my favourite girl? For no reason? ”

“You’re just unbelievable” she chuckled shaking her head. “and I bet the blue flowers were chosen for no reason…..”

“Sh! You’re gonna blew my cover Y/N!”

“Mhm. Because of the colour of the plants….. As if that were the craziest thing that may uncover your secret identity.”

“And who’s unbelievable now?’ she narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and trying to kiss her.

“Nah uh….” She chuckles pulling back. “not at work….”

“Y/N!” he whined

“not at work.” She insisted

“Come over tonight then….” Dick begged. “Please… I need you

“Tonight you say?”

“please, baby……”

“Wayne gala.” She simply said

“I’m sorry, what?” those two words threw him back into reality “what are you talking about?”

“You little pea brain…..” she cooed, brushing hair out of his forehead and ruffling his mop. “It’s the night of Annual Wayne Gala. Don’t tell me you forgot?” his silence was enough of an answer. “I was seconded for the press coverage. Work night for me.”

“Doesn’t mean we cannot have some fun together later on…..” Dick grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers and caressing her skin. The gesture was innocent but his eyes were shining with a predatory gaze leaving no room for doubts of what he really meant.

“Are you absolutely sure we can hide from Bruce’s watchful gaze?”

“It’s a big Manor….” Dick smiled suggestively, leaning closer to her “come on, baby. You keep me waiting for so long now…..”

“The famous Dick Grayson, the heartbreaker and forever the bachelor is begging for a girl?”

“Not just any girl…” he smirked “you.” Without any warning he closed the gap between them, kissing her softly with all the feelings he had for her. He loved her. Her loved her…. He loved her, right? “Y/N…” he tangled hand in her hair and brought her closer, not caring who might see them at her work. And apparently, at this point, neither did she. “Come on….” He brushed his lips over her cheek and jaw, eyes closed, breathing her in “Please…..”

“I….” she gasped, overwhelmed by everything he was doing at the moment “I guess I can try to implement some work-life balance…”

“Good girl…..” he whispered, kissing her lips again and she shivered at those words. He was right. She was keeping him waiting for long.

“I’ll see you tonight then, Grayson.” Gathering what was left of her self-control she pushed him away from her, standing up abruptly and fixing her hair “I gotta get back to work now.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” He grinned, grabbing her tightly by the waist, pulling her close and kissing once more with untamed passion, before moving away, grinning like a school boy and exiting the office, leaving the poor girl flustered and distracted.

***

“Dick!”

Dick was all ready for the Wayne Gala and for the little after party with Y/N, creating some wild scenarios in his head. But once he entered the main room, already filled with the big fish, his eyes searching for his girl in the sea of heads Sienna came right through to him.

“Sienna?” He smiled, but it felt ground slip beneath his feet “what are you doing here?”

“Bruce invited me.” She handed him a glass of champagne and he tossed it off in a second. “Cause apparently the scatterbrain of my boyfriend forgot about the event of the year…..”

“Hm?” Dick muttered, his mind elsewhere “What? I mean, yes, of course, you know me..” he chuckled nervously “I never were a fan of this whole gala thing. Haha. None of my brothers ever were….”

“And yet, here we both are….I only wish the press weren’t so insistent.” Sienna took a sip of her own drink. “There’s this one reporter, Y/N. She tried to talk to me and get my opinion on some social case……”

“You… you talked to Y/N?!” Dick almost choked at the mini sandwich he grabbed from the tray.

“Yes! She’s a girl boss. You should meet her, Dick. Bet she would take you down with her no man’s bullshit attitude.” Sienna laughed “God, we could make such a good friends…. Oh, look! She’s right there! Talking to your brother.”

“Which brother?!” Dick’s started sweating. Please don’t let it be….

“Jason, I suppose. Seems like they are having fun together.”

“Oh, shit!” Dick hissed. Jason knew everything about this whole mission thing. And he had a really loose tongue.

“Dick? Are you all right, love?” now, Sienna seemed truly concerned, trying to meet Dick’s gaze.

“I’m perfect, dear. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I thought you hated this gala thing? And everything that came with it?”

“Well, I got a pretty girl by my side and …..” only now he get the chance to eye Sienna from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So glad you noticed.” She snickered

“So, will you do me the honour?” Dick reached his hand and once Sienna took it, lead her to the dancefloor, joining some other couples.

While he might have had Sienna in his arms, the only person on his mind was definitely Y/N. His gaze never left her figure during the dance and the only thing that saved him from any possible questions was that it was a slow dance and Sienna clung to him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying them moving together.

But –

This was also the source of the trouble in the form of Y/N noticing another girl being so close to Dick. Too close. And once Dick spotted her shocked gaze, her hurt face expression, the disbelief radiating from her whole body he knew he was doomed. And Jason, who was standing next to Y/N, barely holding a laugh was not helpful at all, making Dick count the seconds till the end of the song, and desperately and silently call his younger brother for help.

Obviously, Jason was not without heart and he would have to be completely blind to not notice the suffering of Dick’s and him making a fool out of himself. So after a while of not-so-discreet laughing his ass off he actually decided to give Dick a hand. He knew that anyone connected to Batman and actually listening to him would be suffering. No matter how strained the relationship between Dick and Jason was, the latter liked Y/N. And to tell the truth, Jason wanted to save her heartbreak. If that meant letting Dick talk to his girl and keeping Sienna occupied for a while, he could deal with it. For Y/N;s sake, obviously.

“Excuse-me dance?” Jason teased approaching Dick and Sienna.

“Hey…. Honey… would you mind Jace keeping you entertained for a moment, while I go talk to that journalist you mentioned? Oldest son, gotta keep the appearances that I actually know what I’m doing here…..” Dick stuttered

“Which he obviously doesn’t” Jason hissed

Sienna looked between two brothers, a bit confused of what was happening, but finally nodding her head.

“Sure, love. You go talk to the press. Hopefully your younger brother won’t trample me….” She chuckled and kissed Dick on the lips lightly before letting go of his hand and allowing him to run of the dancefloor.

Shit….

“Y/N!” he hissed. Apparently, before talking to the press, he will have to chase it first. “Y/N, wait!” he grabbed her wrist, before she could leave the Manor, spinning her around so that she was forced to face him.

“What the hell, Dick?! Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip

“Please, let’s just talk about it….” He begged “I can explain.”

“Explain why you had another girl holding you and kissing you?! What are you playing!?”

“Come on, let’s not make a scene, Y/N!”

“No. Let’s!” she had every right to be angry but Dick could not let her unleash her inner destroyer in front of all the guest. So before she could do or say anything else, he grabbed her waist and pushed her into the first empty room, pressing her into the wall inside and capturing her lips in his.

“Y/N….” he whined, feeling her kiss him back, turning all hot, his hands roaming her entire body in the frantic need of her. Right there, right now. He wanted her. And he was going to have her. After all that was the plan all along and if it were to happen a little faster than expected.. so be it. “Y/N….” his moan died halfway when his hand slide down her leg, sneaking under the hem of her dress and moving up again, lifting the material, trying to touch her where he knew she needed. “I love you…..”

Those three little words seemed to bring her back to reality.

“You love me, huh?” she wriggled out of his grip making him groan at the loss. “How dare you say that?!”

“Ok, fine… I owe you some explanation….”

“You owe me so much more than just some explanation.” She crossed arms over her chest ”are you with her? Is she your girlfriend?”

“NO!”

“Then what is this about?!”

“Batman.” He muttered

“I’m sorry, what?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“It’s Batman and Nightwing thing. Bruce is… after a criminal apparently and sienna… she’s the way to get to him….”

“So you’re just using her!? That’s even worse!”

“I’m not using her! I never promised her anything!”

“You let her kiss you!”

“It doesn’t mean a thing!”

“Do you even know women, Grayson!?”

“I want to be with you…! Please, you have to believe me, Y/N, I swear!” he grabbed both her hands. “Look at me.” She averted her gaze “Please, look at me….” She was still disobeying so in desperation he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on him “I know you hate me now and you have every right to do so. I should have told you about this and I’m sorry.”

“Are you now?”

“Yes. Please. I only want you. You hear me?” he leaned forward slightly, their foreheads touching “You, baby. I wish it wasn’t so hard, but sometimes… sometimes I have to act like Nightwing and not like Dick Grayson. But it doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She sighs deeply at the confession processing everything he just dropped on her. “Please baby, say something, anything.”

“She’s actually a very nice and smart girl, you know?”

“But I want you….”

“Shut up, Grayson. You say it’s hard for you, but do you have any idea how hard it is for me to go against another girl’s back?”

“I’m sorry….” He squeaked, holding her hand tighter.

“I’m not gonna leave….” Y/N starts.

“You won’t?!” his eyes lighten up a bit at the words.

“No. However…. If we are to pursue our relationship further… do… all those things you want to do…..” at this point Dick felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of having Y/N. “if you want me, you’ll have to finish that stupid mission first. I won’t sleep with you while you still with her.”

“But it’s all fake!”

“Even if it’s fake.” Y/N emphasised.

“But….!”

“No buts. I’m here, but like I said, no betraying another girl like that. Not while she might be in love with you, you hear me? I can wait, can you?”

“Yes….” He hung his head low. “Yes, I can wait for you, but you’re making it really hard for me Y/N.”

Now

“ What the fuck is going on here?!” Sienna’s voice echoed through the apartment.

Shit… Shit… shit….

They were in so much of a deep shit…..

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you never cared for love. being in a relationship seemed too exhausting, too vulnerable and messy. you were okay with watching your friends fall in love from afar. as long as they were happy you were too.

and yet, everything changed after a project you had with a random partner for your statistics class.

na jaemin was someone you've heard of before. he was kind, smart and incredibly handsome. the last person you'd expect yourself to fall in love with as deeply as you did.

you remember perfectly the exact day when he went from a project partner, to a friend, to a crush and to what you call now your boyfriend.

"alright, i say we share the subjects of the presentation equally and then we meet again to put everything together, is that okay?" you asked with a small smile.

"yeah sure, that's fine by me. the only problem is that i kinda suck at statistics so it may take longer than a few days to finish all this." he says while checking his parts of the project.

"oh that's okay, i'm doing quite well in this class so i could give you my number if you need any help with something! you kindly offer, something that later became one of the best decisions you've ever made.

mark sat back on the sofa with a tired sigh in the apartement that he shared with three of his best friends, after one of the bost boring lectures he's had that week.

"dude i swear this teacher was a grim reaper in another life. how can you suck so bad at teaching at yet have the nerve to judge your students like that is beyond me" he complained to the other two.

"what did he say again? I told you you should've skipped this morning, who else other than you wants to see his bald ass head at 9 in the morning? said donghyuck while playing a game on his phone.

"there was barely anyone bro, the only person i knew was y/n. she was his victim today, I felt so bad for her."

jaemin was barely paying attention to the conversation, still half asleep , but hearing your name had better effect on him than any other coffee he's ever had.

"what do you mean, what did he say to her?" he asked, now fully awake

"he read her essay and pretty much called it shit in front of everyone. I can't imagine how awful that must be, especially for someone who takes their studies as serious as her" answered the oldest of the group

jaemin didn't waste a second after hearing that, got dressed as quickly as he could and ran to the nearby bakery to get you your favorite pastries and of course, a bouquet of flowers to cheer you up.

"oh jaemin, it's nice to see you!" says chaewon while letting him in the apartement she shares with you, her best friend. "y/n is a little bit down right now so I'm glad you're here, I have a class in a few minutes."

"thanks chaewon, don't worry, I'll try to make her feel better. I hate not seeing her happy" says your kind friend

"hm I wonder why" she shot him a teasing look "I'll leave you to it then".

jaemin made his way to your room, knocked twice and waited for your permission to come in. when you gave it to him, he opened the door and his gaze immediately found yours.

"what are you doing here, jaem?" you asked him while sitting up on your bed. your plan was to rot in bed for the rest of the day. being someone with huge academic validation, it was never easy for you to receive criticism towards your work, so on the rare occasions when it happened, your mood would be down for the entire day.

"what do you mean what am i doing here? my favorite statistics partner isn't her usual happy self and you thought i wouldn't come cheer you up?" he says while taking a seat on the bed " here's your favorites. for now i can only give you this but if you want i'll gladly give a punch or two to that asshole."

he brought you your favorite pastries and flowers? how did he even know they were your favorites, you couldn't have mentioned this more than once in the months you've known each other.

"jaemin you didn't have to do this!" you exclaim, feeling something you couldn't quite name yet.

"of course I did." he says while looking softly into your eyes "now move over, I plan on staying here for the rest of the day and I'd rather be comfortable" he lay next to you and started to look for a something to watch " what kind of movie are you feeling? I'm in the mood for comedy or romance."

"romance.." you say while staring at his pretty face, in a seemingly different light than you did before

oh...

"chaewon please, the last thing i want to do is see him today" you nearly cried while saying this to your best friend. ever since that day when jaemin surprised you with your favorites, you've noticed that you feel different around him. he's no longer a friend to you and you don't want to feel more things for him, so you avoid him as much as possible.

"y/n please stop feeling so scared about this. jaemin is an amazing guy who could make you so happy. why would you run away from this special something you have with him?" huffed the blond haired girl

"what if he doen't feel the same way about me,huh? then what? i just make a fool out of myself and ruin what we already have!"

"if you think that he doesn't ike you back you must be the actual blindest person on earth." she says while rolling her eyes "do all your guy friends treat you the way he does? i don't think donghyuck, mark, jeno or anyone else does!" she starts rumming through your closet despite your protests "i don't want to hear it, you're coming with me to the party! besides, you don't even know if he's going to be there."

you catch the outfit that she nearly hit you in the face, not forgetting to glare at her despite appreciating her efforts to get you out of the house.

"alright, we're going but i better won't have to drag your drunk ass out of there!" in spite of your original reluctance, you start getting ready.

"this is definitely the last party we're going to together" you mumble, not even on hour later while running after your lightweight chaewon.

"need some help getting her home?" you hear a deep voice ask behind you.

"shit jeno you scared me" you say, clutching your chest " i actually do though" you answer, offering a smile to one of your favorite friends

"sorry y/n" he return your smile "you don't have to worry about her, i'll take her home, you enjoy yourself here" he says while giving you a pat on the back

"are you sure? i don't want to ruin your night" you say

"yeah of course! i was planning on going home anyway. also, i think a certain someone wants to talk to you." he says, obviously pointing to his best friend.

"is it too late to ask for a ride home too?" you ask him with a desperate look in your eyes

"yes my friend, it is. he's already coming here. but don't be scared alright, i know you worry a lot but you two are good together." he says, already making his way to chaewon

you take a deep breath, already dreading the conversation you're about to have.

"hey you, it's been a while. i was starting to think you hate me or something" jaemin says with an unsure smile on his face "are you okay with going somewhere else? i missed you and i want to talk to you about something"

there he goes again. saying things that you wish he would stop saying, because you fall more and more for him

"yeah sure" you answer, trying to calm your nerves

you two drove around for a few minutes while listenig to music from a playlist that you made for him a while ago. you already knew where he was taking you. there was a park nearby where you two spend a lot of time together. he once called this his favorite place to go to with his favorite person. you tried to avoid how your heart fluttered when you heard that.

"so, are you going to tell me why you've been avoiding me lately?" he asks after sitting on the blanket he always keeps in his car

" i haven't been avoiding you, jaem. i've just been super busy with uni and work." you answer, trying to seem as convincing as possible. "you said you wanted to talk about something, what is it?"

there were a few second of silence, so you decided to take a look at him. he was already looking at you, love pouring out of his eyes

"jaemin.." you whisper

"i love you" he says

you could immediately feel tears in the back of your eyes

"i have for quite a while now. i can't tell you the exact moment i realised it, but i can tell you that i'm sure of it. everything feels so different to me now. there isn't a single moment of my day where i don't think about you. i know how scared you are of being in love, and i don't blame you. i've never felt like this before. i've never had someone consume every single thought of my brain the way you do" he pauses, takes a look at you and then takes your hand in his " i think the reason why you avoided me was because you feel it too. and i want you to know that even if you aren't ready for something more than the friendship we have, i would never hold that againt you. never. i'm happy with whatever you give me as long as i have you in my life"

you take a deep breath while squeezing his hand "it's so hard for me to put into words what i'm feeling for you because a few months ago it seemes like the most foreign concept to me,loving someone forever. i don't know how i would be like in a relationship, but if it's anything like watching bad movies with you , or staying here in this park talking about anything that goes though our minds, i want to try it with you."

at that, he offered you his beautiful smile that makes you weak to the knees, and pulled you into a hug.

"i'm pretty sure that i can love you forever, y/n" he whispered in your hair

#na jaemin #nct #nct dream #mark lee #lee donghyuck #lee jeno #chaewon #kpop imagines #nct fluff #nct imagines #kpop au

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collegeishardbutwritingisharder · 10 months

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Yandere Kalim Al-Asim x Little Brother Reader Headcanons/Short Story(?)

Sunshine child time! I've actually had a good idea for Kalim for the longest time and I'm excited about it so let's go! Fun fact: when I started writing this, I just came up with a second brother for Kalim. I hate myself for this.

Warnings: Clingy Yandere

Kalim Al-Asim

Brother A:

You're the second oldest in the Asim line. It's also useful to note that you are the only one who is also Kalim's full brother.

You absolutely adore your older brother and the adoration is fully returned. You two are barely ever seen apart. Heck, when you both were tiny, if you were separated for two seconds, Kalim would start full on bawling. Your parents killed two birds with one stone and had you two share a room.

You two were basically the same person, mainly for the fact alone that you tried to mimic Kalim's every move. Your parents would start to call you 'Tiny Kalim' as a joke but it stuck for years.

"Kalim! Tiny Kalim! It's time for dinner!"

"Yay! Come on, Tiny Kalim! I heard that it's a whole buffet!"

"Coming! Is Jali joining us?"

"He should already be down there!"

"Okay!"

We both ran throughout the house to the dining room. We were so excited to eat what was made! We both enjoyed a big feast.

"I wonder if they have curry!"

"I hope that they have some coconut juice to drink!"

We both took our seats at the table and started bouncing up and down. Food always got us into an excitable mood.

"Alright, alright calm down."

"Jamil!"

"Jali!"

Jali was a nickname that I came up with for Jamil when I first started to learn how to talk. If I had a nickname, that meant I was going to give everyone else a nickname as well. I call Kalim Big Bro more often than not but sometimes, I call him Carpet Rider. He's really talented at flying a carpet.

"Here you go, Kalim."

Jamil set a plate of food in front of Kalim and made sure that nobody else touched the food. Kalim let out a light cheer before digging into his food. I had to wait for another twenty minutes before a servant brought me my food. I let out my own cheer.

I got my utensils and grabbed a big bite.

"Hehehe, Tiny Kalim!"

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked to see who it was. I turned back to see Kalim eat my food.

"Hey!"

"Hahahaha!"

This was always a normal interaction between you and Kalim.

When your other siblings came into the picture, you both tried to make sure that everyone felt welcomed into the family. All of the games that you would play would result in complete chaos. Mainly for the fact that everyone would lose who was It.

Your mother kept a careful watch over her two children to make sure that the other mistresses wouldn't dare hurt you two.

Although that doesn't stop them from trying to get you to hurt Kalim.

"Hey, Tiny Kalim. Come over here for a second will ya?"

"Huh? Yeah, do you need something?"

"Could you do me a favor and put the contents of this vial into your older brother's drink?"

"Maybe?"

"If you do, I'll make sure that you get a sweet treat~"

I just stayed silent but took the vial from the lady. She's the mother of my fourth and fifth younger siblings, who are very sweet to me. I don't want her to be thrown out and lose those two.

I looked at the vial a little closer and saw the skull and crossbones etched into the glass. Another poison... Why does everyone come to me to poison my brother? Thankfully, I know exactly what to do with this anyway!

"Hey! Hey, Mr. Ver!"

"Huh? Oh! It's Tiny Kalim! What brings you here?"

"I was just out on the town when I remembered you talking about how a weed completely took over your favorite flower bed. Do you think that this type of poison will clear it out?"

"Hmmm, let me take a little looksie."

Mr. Ver took the vial from me and poured it on a recently fallen leaf. It took only thirty seconds for the leaf to just shrivel up on itself. If Kalim actually drank that...

"Wow! Good choice, Tiny Kalim! Thank you for being so considerate!"

I only gave him a shaky smile and a quick nod of my head. I needed to go find Jamil and warn him.

"Tiny Kalim!!"

Nevermind, my job just got easier.

Kalim tackled me in a behind hug and squeezed extremely tight. I let out a laugh before enveloping Kalim's arms with my own.

"Hiya, Kalim! Do you know where Jali is?"

"Over here, (Y/N)."

I looked over to Jamil and I gave him a slight wave. I then looked back to Kalim.

"Big Bro, would you mind if I talked with Jamil alone for a few seconds?"

Kalim's smile dropped and his eyes became dull for like two seconds. It was like it never happened because his smile came back full force.

"Of course!"

There was a slight strain to his voice but I just brushed it off as a bad day. I grabbed Jamil's arm and walked out of hearing range while still able to keep Kalim in our sight.

"What did you want to talk about with me, (Y/N)?"

"Our father's third wife gave me poison to give to Kalim. I just wanted to warn you so you can keep a close eye on him."

"Hmmm, thank you for the warning, (Y/N). It's greatly appreciated."

I gave Jamil a nod. It's so weird to hear my actual name instead of Tiny Kalim. But it felt really nice.

This wasn't the only time you were given poison and then figured out how to get rid of it.

You were also given small weapons and some money but you were prepared for that as well. Whenever you got a weapon, you went to the hunters to find out if they could use it. They were willing to take whatever weapons you had and gave you even more money for them. Then you would take whatever money that you got from selling the weapons and the money that you were given and give it all to Jamil. The man needs the money more than anybody else does.

Sadly, your 'tricks' put a target on your back as well.

"Hrk!"

"Tiny Kalim?!"

I felt my stomach convulse and out came the food that I had just eaten. Normally, that wouldn't freak me out if it wasn't for the fact that there was also some blood in what I threw up. And my body wasn't done yet.

Jamil quickly grabbed some of my food and put it in a plant. The plant shriveled up, making my eyes tear up. I should have been expected to be poisoned.

"His food was poisoned. We need to get him to a healer!"

Kalim picked me up and sprinted towards the healer's office. My body was still heaving, trying to throw more and more up even though my stomach was empty. This was very painful.

"Please! Help my little brother!"

"Oh my! Please set him down!"

I felt the healer work and let out a sigh of relief. Kalim looked extremely terrified by the fact that I was poisoned. The amount of tension that I had in my body released and I blacked out.

When I came back to reality, Kalim was sitting by my side, clutching my hand tightly. I don't even think that blood could flow naturally in my hand with how tight Kalim was gripping it. I weakly tried to get him to let go of my hand but it notified him that I was awake and I got trapped in a bear hug.

It's safe to say that you could barely leave Kalim's side after that.

Kalim was terrified at the thought of losing his only full sibling and felt useless about the fact that he couldn't protect you.

He demanded that Jamil would also be at your beck and call for the fact that and I quote 'Tiny Kalim needs Jamil more than I could ever!'

It's also safe to say that Kalim was less friendly to your other siblings. Still be courteous to them but refusing to let them play with you.

"Tiny Kalim! Tiny Kalim!"

I turned around to see Malik and Maia, twins by the way, running towards me, holding what seemed to be new toys. Not that surprising considering their birthday was only two days ago.

"Tiny Kalim! We haven't seen you for what feels like forever! Come and play with us!"

"I would lo-"

"(Y/N)."

I turned my head to Jamil, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. As always, he had a poker face on.

"Yes, Jali?"

"Kalim has requested your presence."

"Ah, I see."

I then turned back to the twins and gave them a sad smile.

"Sorry guys. But it seems like our older brother needs me for something."

"Awwwwww, but we really wanted to play with you."

"I know. How about this? As soon as I'm done with whatever Big Bro needs from me, I'll come and find you as soon as possible! Then we can play the night away!"

"YAY!"

Now with Malik and Maia happy once again, I started to follow Jamil to wherever Kalim was.

"You do realize that Kalim most likely won't let you go before it's way past their bedtime right?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out what he wants from me this time. This is the fifth time that he has called me today alone! It's over a hundred if you count the rest of the week."

"I did take count. With this call, the count becomes 134."

"Oh goodness. How long do those meetings take normally?"

"Six hours is the average that Kalim will keep you normally."

"I need to talk about this with Big Bro."

You tried to talk with Kalim about the current monopoly that he was trying to have over your time.

Kalim decided to pull one of his best tactics.

"Monopoly over your time? Do you really believe that I'm trying to be selfish? I'm just trying to protect you, Tiny Kalim!"

"Big Bro, I don't have any doubts that you're only concerned about my well being but! It has been feeling like you're trying to prevent me from hanging out with anybody else lately. Well, other than Jali."

"I'm quite hurt that you would blame me like this. I guess that you don't love me anymore."

"That's not true! I still love you, Big Bro!"

"Then why must you push me away so often?!"

Kalim's eyes were starting to well up with tears and were quickly overflowing. He broke down into tears while huge sobs escaped from his mouth. I felt my heart twist at the sounds. The feeling was awful in my chest. I walked towards Kalim before enveloping him in a hug of my own.

"Please don't cry, Big Bro. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! I was just being dramatic! I won't push you away again."

"Do you promise?"

Kalim's eyes were so broken. The tears streaming down his face added to the pain in my chest.

"I promise."

Ever since that promise was made, Kalim made sure that you would never leave his side. Wherever Kalim went, he made sure that you were coming along or would tell Jamil to drag you along.

You can't really remember the last time that you were truly alone. Either Jamil was in the same room, staring from the corner or you would be right by Kalim's side.

This persisted until it was time for Jamil to leave for NRC.

Kalim and I were watching as Jamil was getting ready to enter a black carriage. A smile was present on my face while Kalim was basically vibrating with excitement.

"Bye, Jamil! Have fun and stay safe!"

"Yeah! It's going to feel slightly lonely without you around!"

"Hehe, it'll be fine without me. You two have each other after all."

After those parting words, Jamil entered the coffin and the carriage rode off with him. Despite the fact that he couldn't see us, Kalim and I were waving our arms in the air until the carriage was no longer in sight.

"You know? You're right. It already does feel a bit lonelier without him."

"I know! Either way, let's go back inside. I want to play some Mancala with you, Tiny Kalim!"

When Jamil left, your mother and father took extra precautions with you. Since Kalim's most trusted servant was no longer available, they upped your guard count to make sure that neither you nor Kalim would be left alone.

Eventually, Kalim's magic appeared and he showed your parents. Everybody was overjoyed for Kalim and threw a party to celebrate him.

Shortly after the party and two months after Jamil left, an invitation from NRC arrived for Kalim!

Everyone was enthused! Well, almost everyone.

"NO!"

"KALIM! Do not fight with me! This is a huge honor!"

"Not unless Tiny Kalim is coming along as well!"

I kept my ear pressed close to the doors while the argument persisted. Kalim tried to burn the invitation when he got it and it sparked this argument. Dad wasn't very happy with how Kalim was acting. But Kalim wasn't completely above throwing a mild tantrum.

I stepped away from the door before sitting between two of our guards. I looked at both of them but neither of them dared to meet my gaze. I closed my eyes and wondered about how we reached here. Kalim's possessiveness, my willingness to play along, Jamil leaving. Kalim has become basically entitled to all of my attention.

I'm mildly hoping that Mom and Dad say no. Maybe the separation will benefit both of us.

"WAHOO!"

But that scream tells me otherwise.

Yep, Kalim was able to convince your parents to pull some strings to get you a ticket into NRC as well.

You were two months late into the school year but since Jamil has been there, he was able to catch you both up to speed.

"JAMIL!"

Jamil's head whipped around so fast that I was afraid of his neck getting hurt. Kalim basically body slammed him to the ground while I was running to catch up with both of them.

"KALIM?!"

"Yep! Did you miss us?"

Kalim was slightly bouncing while still keeping a strong grip on Jamil's shoulders.

"Us?"

"Hi, Jali!"

Jamil then saw me standing a bit away from the two. I gave him a slight smile and wave. Jamil's face displayed shock before he schooled his expression. Kalim finally got off of him and stood up. Once Jamil was on his feet, I gave him a hug of my own. No point in knocking him back down.

Jamil cleared his throat before talking.

"What brings you two here?"

"We're joining NRC!"

Jamil's eyes widened and Kalim took that as a sign to elaborate.

"I'm able to use magic now after many years of practice! I kept trying and trying and trying. But now, it has finally clicked! I got a letter a few days ago and tada~! Now, we're here!"

"That explains why you're here. But why is (Y/N) here?"

"I'm here because-"

"How could I possibly let Tiny Kalim be on his own?! We've been together since he was born! Not to mention, how would I be able to keep a proper eye on him?!"

Kalim interrupted me again. He has been getting into the habit of speaking for me. I guess I'm to blame for that as well.

Jamil only nodded his head before muttering stuff under his breath.

NRC days seemed to be pretty much the same to you as days in the palace.

Hang out in Kalim's room, eat with Kalim, hang out with Kalim and go to classes with Kalim.

You had tried to make new friends with the people of the dorm but Kalim always sent Jamil to find you. It was amazing how he knew whenever you had free time.

"Isn't NRC so cool?"

Kalim and I were resting on his bed staring at his ceiling. He recently became dorm leader. How? We have no idea other than Crowley randomly telling him one morning.

"Yeah, I guess."

I haven't been able to see much of NRC if I'm being honest. The most that I've seen outside of Scarabia are the classrooms. Before Kalim goes to his after school activities, he drops me off in our room. And to add insult to injury, he also locks the door behind him.

"You guess?! Come on, Tiny Kalim! This place has basically everything! Plus, everybody is really nice!"

I wouldn't know, considering I can't talk with any of them since Jamil always comes and interrupts any conversation that I could have. I only nodded my head before putting a forced smile on my face. When did I lose my ability to be (Y/N) and became only Tiny Kalim?

That thought plagued me for the rest of the night. I couldn't even close my eyes. My thoughts were much too frantic for it.

The next day, you decided to do something that you haven't once thought of in your life.

You left the room while Kalim was asleep. You normally woke up early and waited for Kalim to wake up. But you really needed some alone time. Time to be (Y/N). Not Tiny Kalim.

You ran out of Scarabia to the main campus. You only really knew where the main building was so this was a good chance to learn more about it.

You first went to the gate and started to patrol the perimeter. The stars were your company for this nightly stroll! They were ten times better company than your brother or Jamil.

"I wish I paid more attention to Arqa's ramblings. He would know all of these stars by heart. And the constellations that are out at this time of year."

I spoke out loud to the stars. Nobody else was up at this time, which was mildly disappointing. At least back at Silk City, the night Bizarre would have many different faces. Some scary, some friendly, and some just faces.

I started to hum and dance with the cool air enveloping my body. I haven't felt this unburdened in forever.

"TINY KALIM!"

I felt a body collide with my own, sending both of us to the ground.

"Kalim!"

Kalim was snuggling into my front, his grip getting really tight. It was quite obvious that he had been crying again.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"What do you mean?"

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?! I-I-I had to go to use the b-b-bathroom! AND WHEN I WOKE UP, YOU WERE GONE!! I-I-I-I THOUGHT SOMEONE KIDNAPPED YOU! I THOUGHT THAT I LOST YOU FOREVER, TINY KALIM!"

I listened to Kalim's crying before I saw Jamil walk up to us.

"He woke up the entire dorm to create a search party for you. That was very reckless."

I tilted my head down. My face felt so flushed from embarrassment.

"You should have left a note, (Y/N). I always thought that you weren't like Kalim but maybe... I should start calling you Tiny Kalim as well."

I felt my heart drop. Jamil was the only person who called me (Y/N). If he no longer does, would anybody remember my name?

Brother B:

You were the youngest (So far) of the Asim family. Your birth wasn't the biggest thing that has happened to the family but a few of your older siblings visited you the same day. One of those people was Kalim.

When it was his turn to hold you, Kalim felt something stir within his soul. He didn't know what exactly made you different from his other younger siblings that he has held. But he just felt such a connection with you!

There were plenty of times when you SHOULD have been with your mother that Kalim just took you instead. Whenever you needed to sleep, eat, or take a bath, Kalim would be the one to do it with you.

"Kalim! You need to stop taking (Y/N) whenever you want! I swear, if you keep this up, you'll become more of his mother than I am."

"But... (Y/N) likes to be with me! Right, (Y/N)?"

I babbled and put my fist in my mouth. I taste really nummy!

"See! He wants to be with me!"

Kalim would constantly run off with you. He took you to places that weren't really safe for your age.

Since your immune system wasn't as strong as a normal human being and you would normally get milk from your mother basically once a month, you would get sick quite often.

Kalim would feel mildly guilty since it was his fault but he would take the sickness as another thing to experience with you!

"Do you think that he's better yet, Jamil?"

Jamil took a breath before answering Kalim.

"No, Kalim. Look at him. His face is still flushed. Taking him out now would put him at risk."

I kept on crying. It was so hard for me to breathe! Plus I feel icky!

"I didn't mean to do that! You know that, right, Jamil?!"

"Yes, I know, Kalim. Come along. Let's give (Y/N) his medicine and let him sleep this sickness off."

A cup was put to my lips and a sweet syrup was in it. I drank it all up. What a sweet treat! I felt my eyes get droopy before I just passed out.

One year after you were born, Kalim was told that he was going to NRC after Jamil.

Kalim came up with a 'clever' plan.

He got special clothes to hide you in and snuck you into NRC without the Headmage or any of the other staff noticing.

"We're here! At our new home for a while!"

"Why are you shouting that, Kalim?"

"Because~~~!"

Kalim then reached into his secret pocket and pulled me out! I let out some giggles because it felt like I saw flying. Ooooo! Look! It's the grumpy guy again!

"Kalim... You're joking right? That's not actually (Y/N). Right?"

"Nope~! It's (Y/N) alright! I simply couldn't stand being away from him! I tried for one night. I had the caretakers move his crib out of my room and into his mother's but I couldn't sleep! What if he was crying?! What if he needed attention?! How was I supposed to know that he was safe if he wasn't with me at all times!"

The grumpy man just let out a sigh while Kalim spun me around in the air. He fell onto his bed with me on top of him.

"We're going to have so much fun here!"

Kalim took you to all of his classes, despite how much Jamil protested.

The staff would also raise an alarm but noticed that when you weren't there, Kalim wouldn't be able to focus and pay attention.

So they put up with you in their classes. Sometimes they would bring little toys for you to play with as well.

Eventually, letters started to come in. Letters from your mother.

"Hmmmmm."

I watched Kalim as he sat at his desk, looking at a piece of paper. I crawled over to him and started tugging on his pant leg.

"Huh? Oh!"

Kalim picked me up before setting me down on his lap. I looked at the paper too but it had weird scribbles on it.

"Your mother is quite upset with me, (Y/N)."

Kalim started talking and I just put my ear against his chest.

"She says that I shouldn't have taken you away from her. That I'm in the wrong for putting you at such risk. That I'm a monster who takes what doesn't belong to me. But that's where she's wrong, correct?"

I just tilted my head. I didn't really understand what he was saying.

"You do belong to me. You belong to me just as much as you belong to her. Just differently! I'm your older brother! It's my job to make sure that you live the best life that you can live! It's her job as the mother to bring you to life! She's already done her part of the job and now, it's my turn!"

Kalim gave me a huge smile, which I returned.

"See! I knew that you would agree with me!"

Kalim brought me into a hug. I reciprocated it but I was blind to the dark glint that appeared in his eyes.

"Maybe... I should send someone to remind her that she's done with her job."

#yandere #platonic yandere #tw yandere #ooc #child reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere x child reader #yandere kalim al asim

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ladylooch · 4 months

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A Slice of Heaven - Nico Hischier

A/N: I got SO MANY requests asking what Lexi and the girls would be doing for Nico’s birthday. Thank you all so much for filling my inbox with Nico thoughts on our Swiss Prince’s day! Hope you enjoy a lil slice of Heaven with the Hischers.

Happy birthday, Neeks!

An off day on his birthday means that Nico Hischier is still face down, spread eagle in his and Lexi’s bed. After giving Nico his birthday present of her in whatever position of his choosing, Lexi got off her saddle and gathered up their three girls to start on Nico’s birthday surprise.

The girls had thought long and hard during Nico’s last road trip on how they wanted to celebrate their favorite person. Lucie had suggested a new beanie for him to wear on game days. Apparently social media thinks Nico should spend his handfuls of money on a new one. Mack suggested a rare lego set, completing forgetting Nico always falls asleep while playing with her on the floor. Sweet Sophie had excitedly exclaimed hugs! What else could he need?

“What about something we all love and daddy loves?” Lexi suggested to the girls. Lucie ponders, wanting to figure it out a suggestionfirst.

“Cake!” Mack yells.

“Mhm.” Lexi nods her head. Lucie pouts, then perks up with an idea.

“Chocolate! Like Switzerland!”

“Yeah, baby. Even better!”

So the four Hischier women are in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a double chocolate ganache cake. Mack quite literally tosses more yellow and orange sprinkles on the top.

“That’s enough.” Lucie rolls her eyes, grabbing at Mack’s wrist when she ties to do more.

“Lucie.” Lexi warns her oldest. “We are all helping. Hands to yourself.”

“It looks bad.” Lucie grumbles under her breath.

“It needs another flower.” Mack insists now, ignoring her older sister. Sophie is sitting on the counter, lapping at the spatula of frosting Lexi gave her to keep her giggles at bay. She knows they are trying to surprise Nico and her little voice carries far.

“Can I do my part yet?” Lucie whines. “Mack! Stop!”

“Girls. It’s going to be very disappointing to all of us if your fighting wakes daddy up before we are done.” Lexi gets stern, feeling her eye twitch at her two oldest being absolute shits to each other. Mack stops her sprinkles, moving aside so Lucie can work on spelling out the word Daddy. It’s all wonky and in blue icing, but after that, the girls declare the cake done.

There is only one thing left to do: unleash the Hischier girls to grab the man of the hour.

“Okay! Go!” Lexi whispers. She waits downstairs, hearing the excited stomping of their feet and the squeaky giggles as they wake him up. Eventually, Lucie comes sprinting down the stairs. Nico emerges with Mack and Sophie in his arms. His hair is all lopsided, sticking up in the back, bare chested, with his sweatpants low on his hips. A delicious heat begins to build in Lexi’s core. Once wasn’t enough. Never is for Cap on his birthday either.

“Wow!” Nico exclaims, genuinely excited. “You bought me a cake! From a professional baker?!”

The three Hischier girls begin to laugh excitedly, beaming with pride as Nico comes closer to the cake. He sets Mack on the floor and Sophie on the counter.

“No! We made it, daddy!” Lucie bounces next to Nico, taking his left hand in both of hers.

“You did this!?” Nico feigns shock, looking between the girls and the cake. “You three?”

“And mama!” Mack yells.

“Wow.” Nico extends the word, getting close, inspecting every square inch of the cake.

“I did the sprinkles.” Mack whispers.

“I did the writing, daddy. And I picked blue cause you like water.” Nico bites his lip to stop the laugh.

“Yeah, I like to swim huh?” His eyes travel up the lopsided cake to his wife standing behind it across the counter. “What did you do mommy?” Lexi raises an eyebrow in cocky insinuation.

“I controlled the oven. And Soph did quality control. Very important job."

“Such big helpers!” Lexi smiles, swooning in place at the way he looks back at her. “Come here. Wanna hug all my girls.” Nico sways his head for her to come hither. Lexi rounds the counter, stepping into Nico and using both of their bodies to hug their girls.

“Best birthday yet.” Nico says, accepting a huge hug and smooch from Sophie.

“Wanna open your presents!? We got you a new hat!” Mack asks as Lucie groans, smacking her forehead at her sister ruining ANOTHER surprise. Nico’s mouth drops open staring at Lexi.

“It’s designer…. And tasteful.” She laughs, holding her hands up.

“Why is everyone always talking crap about my style?”

“Baby, if you have to ask that… Em offered to have Timo go with you and pick some things out. Maybe you should take them up on that?”

“Okay.” Nico scoffs, then starts to laugh, huge dimples piercing his cheeks. “How about instead, you four take turns feeding me bites of cake? After all it is my day.”

“That’s mommy’s job.” Lucie sasses back.

All five of them are cut a piece of cake, never mind that it is barely time for lunch. They eat in the living room, on the floor together, laughing and taking turns telling their favorite things about daddy. Nico is attentive to all the cards the girls made for him, complimenting his favorite designs on each one. He loves all of his presents, even the Dior beanie he can tell Timo picked out for his wife. Lexi does feed Nico bites of his cake, then he feeds her a bite, stifling a moan in his throat at the way she sucks the prongs of the fork.

“Keep it up.” He whispers, then kisses her cheek.

Yeah, today is his favorite birthday to date. He imagines next year will beat this one too.

#what my world spins around au #nico hischer x oc #nico Hischier imagine

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delurkr · 2 months

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Anne and James and sibling OCs in 1948

1948 being the year Anne and James married. Penelope is Anne's sister, and everybody else is James's family.

Cropped sections are further down. There's some connections from @108garys 's Super Massive Family Tree that play into everything (here's their portrait of older Penelope), and I'll leave it to them if they want to refresh everybody on the details. (Edit: 108garys gave lore in the notes). Some of the OCs have more lore than others, but I'm not getting into it here or doing deep dives about personalities and all that, so I just stuck together very non-deep little likes/dislikes/favorite activities lists for everyone. But first some notes on the art:

I went for a balance between dressy and casual, so most of these wouldn't be everyday outfits but none of them are formal either.

Nobody has naturally curly hair. Shirley has a perm, and Anne and Penelope use only curlers. (Unlike the other two, Penelope doesn't curl it every day).

If Anne's dress looks piecemeal that's because it is. Around 1948 was when women's fashion was transitioning from shorter wartime styles (minimum fabric) to longer hemlines, but ofc most women didn't just toss out all their old clothes, so the new things they bought were in the new style, while they also continued wearing what they had and sometimes altered their shorter things in various ways. The white border on Anne's dress is a recent addition, and so is the embroidered pocket because big pockets were also fashionable and it was intended to make the border look more like it belongs.

Shirley uses a brace, a built up shoe, and sometimes a cane due to effects from having polio when she was very young.

Bob has been in the U.S. Army for four or so years and he's currently a corporal. If part of his uniform is inaccurate then oh well because there were some details I just wasn't finding clear answers on (do point it out if you know something that's wrong tho). Also that's his hat he's holding in case it's hard to tell.

Ok now for the other stuff:

Anne, age 17 -

Likes: Dancing; recycling; Frank Sinatra music (don't spread it around); telephone party lines; the scratchy sound of crossing things off her to-do list.

Dislikes: Noisy children; poetry; men's cologne; bleached blonde hair; house pets; wrinkled clothes; rain on her hairdo; complainers; people with bad posture; anonymous love letters; being late; people who are late; unraked leaves; these peasants (most of the boys at school); being told she's too opinionated.

Favorite activities: Growing plants, mostly flowers; taking the mick out of James ❤

Penelope, age 8 -

Likes: Bicycling; puppies; reading, mostly fairytales; sticky sweets; movie stars.

Dislikes: Mud; talking to strangers; not having had her first kiss yet; never getting the lowdown after Anne's dates.

Favorite activity: Eavesdropping on the phone party line with Anne.

Shirley, age 24 -

Likes: Card games; chickens; picnics; reading; red on just about anything.

Dislikes: Snow; frogs; Bob; the sound of her own voice.

Favorite activity: Canoe rides to read on the open water. Her preferred victims to accompany her are James (she'll use her oldest-sibling authority for as long as she can) and whoever she happens to be dating (is that a weird date? idk but she calls it a no-go with a guy if he can't handle the quiet time).

Bob (Robert), age 22 -

Likes: Arm candy; being outside; cheating at card games; beer; animals, especially wildlife; pulling practical jokes on April 2.

Dislikes: Peas; serious conversations.

Favorite activities: Hunting; chasing women. (These things are not connected).

James, age 19 -

Likes: Holidays; history; picking dumb arguments; playing hockey when the pond freezes over; reading; PDA with Anne ❤

Dislikes: Waiting; hand-me-down clothes; being called Jimbo; having glasses.

Favorite activity: Finding money on the ground.

Clarence, age 11 -

Likes: Pocket knives; pirates; model train sets and dollhouses type stuff.

Dislikes: Surprises; hugs; getting up early; "old" people; getting his picture taken (that one's partly a joke, because I accidentally drew him looking a little moody for no reason).

Favorite activity: Fixing appliances and things around the house (under supervision because "fixing" is a bit of an overstatement. He can take things apart but has yet to learn how to properly put them back together).

Kathy (Katherine), age 7 -

Likes: Parties; collecting things; Brothers Grimm-style fairytales; terrible creature horror B movies.

Dislikes: Bugs, especially bees; nightmares from the terrible creature horror B movies.

Favorite activity: Poking dead animals. Trips to the butcher and dead mice found in the attic are her lifeline for now until she starts doing dissections in school. She definitely doesn't store said mice under her bed in jars she stole from the kitchen.

Cool so now that everyone is sufficiently grossed out I'll leave it here for now 😊 Stay tuned I guess because sooner or later I'm going to follow this up with the three youngest when they're older, around 1959 because that was a happening point in time for them. And lastly, 108garys is free to hate anything I wrote because we share the OCs but I consulted them on very little of this lol.

#this post is kind of a mess #but never mind everybody look at mah babieees #fanart #my art #anne clarke #james clarke #tdpa ocs #super massive family tree #midcentury tdpa #midcentury supermassive #the dark pictures anthology #little hope #not gonna tag tdim but that is relevant

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sarcasmsweetie · 2 years

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A Better Life, Part 1

This is an angsty Azriel story I've had floating around in my head for ages. I'm not sure how many parts this will be, but I anticipate at least 2 or 3 more parts to follow this!

Pairing: Azriel x Oldest Archeron Sister

Word count: 4.1k

Masterlist | Part 2

"Elain, I've brought tea. Do you think you can take a few sips for me?" I sat the teapot and cup on the side table next to her before gently stroking some hair out of her face. She hasn't been taking to this new life of ours very well, closing herself off and refusing to eat. But I have managed to get her to drink tea, ensuring she gets some sort of nutrients and calories into her system. I hope to move onto broth soon, but I don't want to push too hard, risking a regression on her behalf.

If it weren't for my hand already playing with her hair, I never would have noticed the faint nod she gave me before reaching for the cup. I was happy to sit in silence with her so long as she consumed something. I continued stroking her hair, remembering how much she enjoyed it when we were younger and how it would keep her calm, especially when life got hard after our family moved into that little shack. She has yet to show any sign of wanting me to stop, so I continued to stand behind her chair, looking out of the window with her while she slowly drank her tea.

Some moments passed before she set the cup down. A quick glance showed me she emptied it, and I smiled slightly at the sight. “Let me know if you want a refill, yes?” Another faint nod and we went back to watching the outdoor world in silence. She’s always been fond of flowers and plants, and this view showcased one of the most beautiful gardens I had ever seen. I was hopeful this view was helpful to her mental state and that she simply didn’t just keep coming here because she knew where this room was.

I was taking a mental inventory of flowers I didn’t recognize so I could look them up later, thinking maybe sharing some new facts about the plant-life in this new world would cheer her up some, when the door opened. I glanced over to Azriel, noticing his eyes flick between the two of us before being trained directly on Elain. Something in my chest twisted when our eyes met before feeling something I could only describe as a “click.” I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening - all I knew was that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the Illyrian male. He was always attractive, but seeing him with my new fae senses? He was the most breathtaking creature I have ever seen.

Since I was watching him so closely, I noticed that his eyes widened slightly when I felt the ‘click’ before a small smile appeared on his face. He approached Elain slowly, kneeling beside her. “Can I get you anything?” I was getting ready to respond, saying I’ve got my sister taken care of, before the most surprising thing happened.

She turned to him, doe eyes meeting his beautiful hazel ones, before quietly asking for more tea.

I shook my head, clearing away that horrid memory from six months ago. A lot has changed since then. The war ended and those in the Inner Circle have been working with other courts on retaining peace. Nesta continued to struggle for a long while after the war, but with the help of Feyre and Cassian, she sort of fell into her new role. Still a bit angry, understandably so, but less destructive and that’s more than I could ask for. Once it became clear that Elain was a Seer and not crazy, she has been flourishing. Gardening her days away with the brightest smile on her face. A smile that could mainly be attributed to a certain male. I shut down that train of thought the moment it entered my mind. Thinking of them together hurt in ways I never thought possible, and I didn’t enjoy that particular thought breaking through the numbness I built.

After some investigating, it became clear to me that Azriel was my mate. Our bond having clicked into place that day in the study, but it appears I’m not even good enough for my own soul mate as he has only had eyes for Elain from the moment it clicked.

I spoke to Rhys and Feyre a few different times, under the guise of general curiosity about what a bond is like. They confirmed what I initially felt that day, but that it feels different for them given that they chose to accept the bond and have been incredibly happy ever since. I asked Rhys once, about a month after the bond clicked, what it meant for a fae who was rejected by their mate. I pretended I was asking about Lucien since my sister made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him, and wanted to see if he believed this rejected bond could have been playing at all into her depression. I’ll never forget the sad look that passed his eyes, saying that Lucien will forever feel incomplete. That there would be a gaping hole in his chest that couldn’t be filled. He’ll learn how to live with that feeling, maybe have days where he doesn’t think about it at all. But unless Elain accepts the bond, he’ll only ever feel an unrequited love of the most severe kind. He mentioned he didn’t think Elain rejecting the bond would impact her on this scale and that everything she was feeling was solely related to her lost life.

I thanked Rhys for the information, and I remember saying something vague about wanting to send Lucien a gift of some kind, something to show he wasn’t alone in this world and that he has friends if he chooses to accept us. But I walked away from Rhys, shutting down the rest of that conversation and locked myself in my room where I cried for the rest of the night. When I woke the next morning, I found that I didn’t feel anything at all. And for the last five months, I’ve continued to live in this sort of numbness. Seeing Feyre happy and finally living the life she’s deserved? Nothing. Watching Nesta tamper her anger and accepting the possibilities this world, and maybe even Cassian, offered her? Nothing. Watching Elain flirt and laugh with Azriel as if they were mated? For better or for worse, nothing.

Through all of this, what should have upset me was that no one noticed my own decline. I spent my entire life raising and caring for my sisters, knowing them better than anything else in this world. I knew when they would start to feel sick before they even knew, and began prepping various soups and collecting medicines to help. I sensed when a disagreement was about to break into all-out war and knew how to diffuse it immediately. Even when we had nothing, I organized birthday parties to celebrate our life and enjoy everything we were able to hold onto and make ourselves.

It was today, on my 29th birthday, that I realized I never had a birthday party. No one ever baked me a cake or brought me a present. Feyre would hug me, but given how much she hated her own birthday, she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge anyone’s birthday further than that. And it was this year’s hug that caused this internal spiral of mine. We had all just finished eating in the House of Wind and everyone was moving their way into the living room when she pulled me to the side. Didn’t say anything to me, just pulled me into a tight hug before walking away with a small smile on her face.

I stood in the entryway for a moment, letting all of my thoughts catch up to me, before Cassian’s booming voice called for me to join them. I moved quietly to the armchair closest to me, and it allowed me to look at everyone as they settled into their own spaces.

Amren was perched on Varian’s lap, and it was clear that they had zero intention of staying around us for much longer. Mor, Cassian, and Nesta shared a sofa nearest the fireplace. Mor and Cassian were talking about who knows what over a glass of wine while Nesta pretended she wasn’t listening in as she sipped on her own glass. Feyre had moved next to Rhys, where she sat on the arm of his chair, leaning against his shoulder as she tried to get caught up on what Mor and Cassian were discussing. Finally, I glanced over at Elain and Azriel, whispering to each other in soft tones while they sat on the loveseat. How fitting. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Azriel said something that made her giggle before biting her lip and looking up to him.

I tried to pull up some sort of anger, some disappointment, in an attempt to finally break away from this cold detachment. No matter how long I watched them, hoping the longer I watched, the more this ice would thaw, nothing changed. I no longer imagined what it would be like to be the one sitting with him, to be the one who made him laugh and his bright hazel eyes shine. I no longer imagined what it would be like to be the one who was loved by him, who was accepted by him. All there was now was just a hollowness in the center of my chest.

I don’t know how long I watched them whisper and laugh, but I eventually tore my eyes away only to see Feyre watching me with such strong sorrow. I continued looking at her, almost daring her to say something. But like every other moment in life where I would have appreciated someone stepping in on my behalf, she looked down at the glass of wine she held. It occurred to me that no one offered me a glass, and that’s when my decision was made.

Cassian was telling some story and when everyone broke out in laughter, I used the distraction to slip out of my chair and move my way to my room. I kept the door slightly open behind me so that I could keep track of when they all started to quiet down and settle in for the night. Keeping one ear trained on the door, I began packing a bag with all of my meager belongings. I didn't have many toiletries to pack as it turns out I had no one to impress. Most of my clothes had become far too big on me, and I never bothered to replace any of them. Falling into this numbness meant I no longer felt much of an appetite. Even tonight, with everyone in attendance, no one noticed that I simply pushed the food around my plate for the duration of the meal.

Once everything I wanted to take with me was packed, I pulled a coin purse from my bedside table. I had slowly been withdrawing funds from the account Rhys set up for me. I doubt anyone kept track of something as small as the account he created, but I figured since no one reached out asking about what I was purchasing with what I took, no one noticed that I took almost everything. I fully intend to pay Rhys back for this, but for now, it’s the only way I can leave and settle down somewhere else.

Feeling a need to explain myself, I wrote Feyre a letter. I felt I owed her something considering everything she and her mate were willing to share with me in order to help transition me into this new life. I briefly considered writing Nesta and Elain, but if they weren’t going to give me the time of day, I’ll allow myself to be petty enough to do the same. Once the letter was done, I sat back at my desk, waiting for the house to finally go quiet.

It took a few hours, as I expected it to. Once 30 minutes passed since the last voice quieted, I grabbed my bag, confirmed the coin purse was inside, and made my way to the front door. Walking silently along the corridor, I noticed Cassian had passed out in the living room along with Mor, but everyone else had gone to bed. I opened and closed the front door as silently as possible, not wanting to alert the two closest to me of my departure. Once the door was shut, I winnowed away. ___________

Feyre sat in the dining room and looked over her family with a fond smile. She noticed no one had a glass of wine with their dinners and she bit back a laugh. Once Cassian got in the mood, no one could escape his need to break into every bottle of wine he could see, and it appears everyone lost their taste for the beverage this evening. She made eye contact with Rhys, and he winked at her, most likely noticing the same thing she did.

Cassian, Amren, and Mor were arguing about who knows what, while Varian watched on with interest. Azriel was smiling as Elain described her latest garden plans and Feyre felt her heart lurch. Y/N never confided in her about what she felt for the Spymaster, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out, especially given the questions she had asked her and Rhys about mating bonds. Rhys shared the topic of his private conversation with Y/N about rejected bonds as he was concerned, but still Feyre didn’t bring it up. Her sister’s mating bond wasn’t her story to tell, though she did what she could in asking Azriel and Elain to cool off each other. Clearly that didn’t work as it only pushed them closer together. Feyre had an inkling that Azriel didn’t know about the bond with Y/N, that he wouldn’t be so heartless as to push her away like this if he felt it. However, knowing that didn’t help calm the growing concern she had for her eldest sister.

She turned her gaze to Y/N's normal spot, only to frown when she found it empty. “Has anyone seen Y/N today?” The table quieted down, everyone looking at the empty chair that caught Feyre’s attention as if they were all realizing at the same time the oldest Archeron wasn’t in attendance.

“I’m sure she’s fine. Probably realized there’s no need to come down to a meal and pretend to eat if she’s just going to sit around ignoring her food anyways.” Elain shrugged and Feyre felt a glare sharpen into place.

“How kind of you, as her sister, to notice she’s starving herself and do nothing about it, whereas she fought tooth and nail to ensure you consumed something every day when you were in the pit of your depression a few months ago,” Mor snarled. Before Azriel could jump in and defend Elain, Feyre interrupted.

“So no one has seen her, checked in on her?” At the silence that fell upon the table, a feeling of despair fell into her stomach like a rock. She quickly stood from the table and ran to Y/N's room. Surely she wouldn’t hurt herself, right? Feyre knows things haven’t been easy on her, and she felt guilty she didn’t do much to try and show that Y/N wasn’t alone. But she was just so busy in rebuilding that she assumed one of her other sisters or members of the Inner Circle would have been checking in on Y/N just as Y/N always checked in on them.

Y/N's bedroom door was open so Feyre didn’t hesitate to run in. “Y/N? Are you here?” She looked around the room and bathroom, noticing it was missing both her sister and quite a few of her belongings. A folded piece of paper with Feyre’s name on it caught her attention, and she grabbed it quickly. Tears forming and threatening to fall, Feyre stormed back into the dining room where it sounded like everyone was trying to retrace their steps as to when they last saw Y/N. From what Feyre heard, it doesn’t even sound like they knew she sat in the living room with them once they finished eating.

“Darling? Is she alright? What happened?” Feyre ignored her mate in favor of throwing the letter at Nesta, who was closest to her. The only sign of Nesta being startled by Feyre’s aggression was a quick blink.

“Read it.” Nesta looked up at Feyre, confusion evident in her eyes, but her facial expression otherwise kept neutral.

“Stop with the theatrics, Feyre, and just tell us -”

“Read the fucking letter, Nesta. Out loud.” Nesta straightened in her seat before grabbing the letter.

“Feyre, I’m sorry to leave in the middle o-” Nesta’s brows furrowed, and she cleared her throat before starting again. “I’m sorry to leave in the middle of the night without giving a proper goodbye. But I know myself well enough that if you asked me to stay, I would in a heartbeat, regardless of what your home is doing to me.

I love you, Feyre, but I can no longer stay in a place where I’m not welcomed, where I’m not wanted. Since the moment I was Made, I’ve felt my soul crack and break more and more each day. I allowed myself to grow numb to it in an attempt to save myself from the pain so that I could stay with you, sister.

However, I fear that staying will only make this numbness permanent. I’ve always been willing to fight and give every piece of myself to ensure my sisters were happy and safe, and I had foolishly believed my sisters would do the same for me. Sadly, I find myself with nothing left to give and no one willing to fight for me as I have fought for them.

I want to thank you and Rhys for the room you’ve given me these last few months. It was the kindest thing I remember anyone having done for me lately, and I am eternally grateful to you for that. I also want to thank Rhys for the funds he set up for me. I wish I didn’t have to, but I withdrew enough to help me get out of this Court. When I am able to, I will pay everything back. Until then, please don’t look for me. I will be fine." Nesta paused, but Feyre wouldn’t let her, urging her to keep reading.

"It’s funny. Even when I spent time with my sisters, I was never really with any of you, was I? Surrounded by everyone and I was still on my own. Maybe being away will finally give me the opportunity to discover who I am. I wish I could have learned it with all of you as you discovered who you were, but I suppose fate had something else in mind for me.

I’m so proud of you, Feyre. You’ve finally found yourself the life you deserve, and I am so happy for you and Rhys to have each other, to be able to live your best and most wonderful lives. I hoped to find that happiness here, and I am so sorry it didn’t work out that way.

I’ll write to you once I find a place I can settle down, a place I can finally call home. I don’t think I can bring myself to come to your city again, but I hope that when the time comes, you and Rhys would be willing to visit me. Whenever and wherever that may be.

Until next time, little dove. Y/N”

The room was silent as everyone absorbed the words Nesta read. Rhys watched his mate, trying to get a sense of where her thoughts were, but unable to read her. Azriel, Elain, and Cassian were looking at Nesta with shock written on their faces. Mor looked furious, but it was Amren who spoke up.

“What else did you expect? You’ve treated your sister like shit since the moment you arrived, and I’m certain that’s not new behavior. Wouldn’t be surprised if she spent her entire life dealing with your ungrateful asses.” She began pushing the food around her plate like she used to before the war turned her entirely fae, a sign that she was genuinely upset.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, but you know nothing of my sister -” Elain began.

“Clearly, neither did you. She’s been withering away for months and you all just sat back and let it happen. Sure, Feyre would check in whenever she had a free moment, but a free moment wasn’t enough, was it? The support and concern of only one of her sisters wasn’t enough, was it? She said it herself - she gave her life to all of you and received nothing for it. Goes to show what she thinks of you and Nesta considering she didn’t even mention you in her letter or write a separate note for either of you.” Everyone stared at Amren, but Mor nodded in agreement.

“I know better than anyone that even family can be toxic and detrimental to your health. Good for her for getting out and doing what’s right for her.” Elain tried to continue arguing with Mor and Amren, mentioning things about how selfish Y/N is for leaving, but Feyre couldn’t stay here. She felt Rhys reach out to her through the bond, but not even her mate could ease the guilt that was threatening to drown her. The guilt of not trying to do more, the shame that she couldn’t trust her family to look after one of their own.

Feyre watched as Rhys stood from his seat. “I’ll go write to the High Lords, let them know what’s going on.”

“Yes! Tell them to find her and drag her back home. I don’t know what she was thinking -” Rhys looked at Elain with such unrestrained rage that she shut up immediately, paling slightly.

“I am not writing to them to ask them to ‘drag her back home.’ She made it clear she wants nothing to do with Velaris, with this Court, and we will respect that. I’m writing to them to ask for their permission to let her pass through their courts. Unless you want your broken oldest sister to have an even shittier time by being arrested and thrown into a cell for trespassing.” Elain stormed from the room and Feyre watched Amren roll her eyes.

Cassian stood and moved to Rhys. “I’ll help deliver the letters once they’re ready. Az, how about you?” Everyone watched as Azriel looked between his brothers and where Elain ran off to, unable to move or say anything. Cassian scoffed at him. “Great, I’ll take care of this myself. Let’s go Rhys. She’s got almost a full 24 hours ahead of us. Who knows where she could be right now or who she could have run into. Do you think she's moving on foot? Can she even winnow?"

Feyre followed Cassian and Rhys out of the dining room, leaving Mor and Amren to scold Azriel for not being able to do anything while Nesta continued to look at her older sister’s letter. Of course Nesta noticed what was happening to her sister. But she didn’t know how to comfort. Only how to ignore and hope that it builds a stronger shield. Not the best course of action, but it was no secret to her sisters. She had also noticed that Y/N shut down the moment Azriel and Elain began to grow closer. I hoped to find that happiness here.

Nesta released a humorless laugh, and that cut off whatever discussions were going around her. “Here’s to you finding the life you deserve, sister.” She set the letter on the table before standing. Looking at Azriel, she scowled. “She certainly deserves better than anyone in this Court.”

#azriel x reader #azriel angst #azriel x you #acotar #bri's writing

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my-shields-are-down · 1 year

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Bottle

REMINDER: I asked for one word prompts to trigger a fan fiction one shot. This one triggered a doozy.

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Seventeen year old Kai Bradford walks up to the podium and takes the microphone from his Aunt Angela and breathes deeply to calm himself. He is really nervous talking in front of all these people. But he knew this was excellent practice for his valedictorian speech in a few weeks.

He found and made eye-contact with his mom, who nodded, smiled and gave him two thumbs up and whispered - “you’ve got this.”

Tim turned to Lucy and asked, “Did you know about this? About what he’s going to say?”

Tim and Kai have not been on the best of terms lately. They seem to be having the same fight over and over about Kai’s future, his girlfriend, his clothes, the weather, you name it, they argue about it. So the fact his eldest son is now standing in front of his peers to speak is quite a bit unnerving and overwhelming for Tim.. Tim has no idea what his son will say. Lucy looks back at him and smiles. “I knew he wanted to speak - but no, honey, I don’t know what he’s going to say.” She leans into Tim and kisses him.

Tim grabs her hand and watches their son take a deep breath to calm his nerves.

Their first born - the boy who almost died when Lucy was shot.

Who spent hours on Tim’s bare chest as his lungs and heart grew strong; who listened to Tim talk about his mom and how much he loved her and needed both of them to live; Who said “dada” and walked way ahead of schedule; the kid who followed Tim everywhere and asked him a gazillion questions; the one who used to look at him with awe and wonder; the natural athlete who swims, and surfs, and catches anything thrown in his general direction, who brings his mom flowers just because they remind him of her; the one whose love of the ocean forced Tim to get over his aversion to it; the one who brought home creatures and plopped them on the dining room table with cheers of victory and squeals of “science!”; the one who is just like his mom, full of kindness, brilliance, humor and sunshine; who stands up for the little guy and treats everyone the same; the one who will wave and say hi to his mom on national tv when he catches the winning touchdown during a future bowl game despite the thousands of hours of drills run with his dad. The human he loves almost as much as Lucy. Tim loves this boy-almost-man more than life itself.

Kai turns to the audience and nods when he says, “Hi everyone. I’m Kai. Thank you for coming tonight to my parents’ 20th Anniversary Party. I’m here to speak for the kids - me, Diana and TJ. Besides being the oldest and most eloquent, everyone knows I’m the favorite - mom’s little sunshine miracle boy.”

He blushes and rolls his eyes - as the audience laughs and nods in agreement.

Because Kai was the first born, they had all seen videos and pictures and heard stories of everything he has ever done. The soccer games, the school plays, the boys playing in the dirt, the backyard camping adventures, the wonder and annoyance at his little siblings, the failed clarinet career, the gifted athlete, the wickedly smart and clever kid, etc.

Lucy has a large orange and green fire breathing dragon on her office wall - drawn by Kai in 7th grade art class. Tim had it framed for her office shortly thereafter.

Everyone at the party has watched him grow up and turn into the charming, smart and handsome young man before them.

At 17, he now is just an inch shorter than his dad, strong, athletic, with dark wavy hair, a golden honey complexion and stormy blue-gray eyes.

But there was a time when he lived in a NICU incubator for several months, weighing under 5 pounds, while his mom recovered from two bullet wounds and his dad tried not to sink into a pit of despair.

“I love my mom so much - she’s my best friend, my biggest cheerleader, my closest confidant, my favorite person.” Kai waves at Lucy who smiles and waves back.

“But my dad? My dad is my hero.”

And just like that - all noise in the ballroom stopped - you could hear a pin drop. Tim’s breath catches in his throat and a single tear falls down his face. Lucy smiles at Kai and squeezes Tim’s hand.

“What do I mean by that? Good question. Wikipedia defines a hero as a person who, in the face of danger, combats adversity through feats of ingenuity, courage, or strength.”

That’s my dad. I know him as my stay-at-home protector, but I’ve heard stories from all of you, all of my life about the danger he faced day after day as a cop; how he came up with creative solutions to immediate problems - like the drilling of a hole in a car floorboard to spray pepper spray into a car to stop a carjacking or making a donut place the main lunch stop for cops so the gangs avoid it or digging through the dirt with his bare hands to dig up the barrel holding my mom as she died waiting for someone to find her.

None of my siblings or I would even be here, if my dad had given up on finding her. Well that and you know, them admitting they were crazy about each other and all the sex - no no no - Aunt Angela, I cannot say that - gross”… the audience including his parents start laughing loudly.

“Where was I? Oh right… My parents could not be more different - she’s sunshine and he’s grumpy. We kids know how to be exemplary humans because they showed us how.

My dad as a man is who I hope to be when I grow up. I measure myself against who he is in the world. He’s not perfect - just ask my mom about his “sock problem” - but he is my role model for how to treat people and how to exist in the world.

When I was 6 years old and getting ready for my first day of school, he sat me down on the bench by the door and tied my shoes and said the same thing to me he says every year - his yearly “Tim Talk” as mom calls it:

“You look your classmates in the eye, Kai. You speak to them with respect and honesty and kindness. I don’t care if they did you wrong, or if you are having a bad day. You always treat everyone you come in contact with as if they are special to you, as if it’s the best part of your day. You smile at your teachers, your classmates, the janitor. You laugh at bad jokes. You congratulate people on their accomplishments. You become friends with everyone and learn about them. What makes them excited and scared? What are their favorite things? Who are their favorite people? You be the one everyone smiles about when they remember. okay?”

All three of us live and die by this advice every day. We are all well liked by our classmates, teachers, coaches, parents neighbors and friends. Our parents - mom by telling and dad by showing - gave us the foundation upon which we stand and live.

My mom taught us how to love big, my dad taught us to love small.

My mom taught us to hold tight, my dad taught us to leave space.

My mom taught us to be confident, my dad taught us to be humble.

My mom taught us to grateful, my dad taught us to be of service.

My mom taught us to be loud, my dad taught us the value of silence

My mom gave us a love of nature, my dad gave us a love of sports.

My mom believes in second chances, my dad prefers to measure twice and cut once.

My mom taught us about forgiveness, my dad taught us about loyalty.

My mom taught us to be strong, my dad showed us how to be vulnerable.

Dad sends flowers to his ex-wife on her birthday every year. He loved her a long time before mom came along and while it wasn’t always pretty, he thanks her for loving him and letting him go.

He and Kojo and then later Jack and Diane (Di’s chinchillas) never missed a tea party with Diana and her real or imaginary friends.

Dad dances with mom in the kitchen when her favorite song comes on the radio.

He came to every recital and game, chaperoned every field trip and dance.

He knows all of our secrets and gives the very best advice. We don’t always follow it, mind you, but he gives it freely whenever we ask.

Most importantly, he showed us that he loves our mom. They’ve given us three kids infinite lessons on how to love and be in a loving relationship. We are so lucky and blessed to have these amazing creatures as our parents.

So everyone, please raise your glasses, bottles, and cans and let’s celebrate our parents - Lucy & Tim Bradford.

Thank you.

While everyone is cheering and clapping, Tim stands up and walks over to his son and grabs him in a big hug and and just holds onto him tightly while smiling the biggest smile and with tears streaming down his face. “I love you too Kai, I love you too.”

——— end ———

#chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim x lucy #i love them #askandrea #andrea writes #my emotions have been all over the place #one word prompts #bottle #I can see this life they live so clearly #miss you dad #chenford fanfic

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Roadside Daisies | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie ‘s summer challenge

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Flowers play a big part in Tommy and (Y/N)’s relationship.

Warnings: none...just some good ol’ family fluff

Word Count: 1000

A/N: this challenge was so fun to participate in. My prompt was ‘wildflowers’ and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. Enjoy! :)

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The evening was winding down, but the couple sitting in the car was still buzzing. Tommy tried to keep his eyes on the road instead of (Y/N), but it was a challenge. He was still in awe of the fact that he’d actually got her to agree to a date with him.

“This is such a beautiful road. I’m glad you decided to take the long way home,” (Y/N) said, a smile on her face as she watched the rolling fields pass by.

“I knew you’d enjoy it,” Tommy answered before he decided to pull the car over and park.

“Tommy, what’re you...” (Y/N) wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Tommy had gotten out of the car and walked over to the opposite roadside. He was gone for a few moments before he came back to the car with something in his hands. “What’s this?” (Y/N) questioned as he held it out to her.

“Daisies...to remember the long way home,” he smiled at her, moving the handful of delicate wildflowers he’d picked in her direction.

“They’re lovely, Tommy, thank you,” (Y/N) swooned at the sweet gesture, happily accepting the flowers from him and holding them close to her chest. Tommy grinned, accepting the kiss to the cheek that she happily gave him before he continued on the drive to her home.

That night, (Y/N) made sure to tuck the handful of daisies between the pages of a book so that they’d be able to dry and be kept for years to come. She wanted to have something that would let her remember the night she knew she’d found the man to spend the rest of her life with.

-Seven Years Later-

The entire Shelby clan had finally had a day where they were all together and had nothing to do. There were no dance recitals, no football practices, and no business meetings. So (Y/N) suggested that they all go out and spend the day amongst the fields of wildflowers that had just bloomed.

Of course, getting the entire family out of the house was a feat in its own. The twins just had to be fighting about something, the toddler refused to go without making sure the entire toy chest was coming along, and, amidst the chaos, Tommy had slipped off to his office.

But soon enough, everyone was loaded into the car and they were off. After a few minutes of driving, they had pulled over on the roadside and walked in a bit to get to a clearing underneath a tree.

The two oldest kids immediately took off to run around the fields of colorful flowers, and the toddler — Oliver, although he tried to run with his older siblings, ultimately gave up and sat off with his toys just beyond the blanket that (Y/N) and Tommy were relaxing on.

“Isn’t this nice, Tommy?” (Y/N) questioned, a smile on her face as she rested her head against her husband’s shoulder.

“It is,” Tommy hummed in agreement, “let’s hope some time away from the office does me good.”

“It’ll always do you good,” (Y/N) assured him, lifting her head to smile at him. He couldn’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips that was broken up pretty quickly by the sounds of their children approaching them.

“Mumma! Mumma! Look what I’ve picked you!” their boy announced as he came to a screeching halt, his twin sister right on his heels.

“What have you got?” (Y/N) asked with sheer excitement in her eyes. She always got like this when they’d come to her with something. Receiving little presents from her children always brought her joy.

“Flowers!” the five year old exclaimed, the widest smile on his face as he pulled his hand from behind his back to show her the small bouquet of wildflowers that were now drooping slightly from being roughed about.

“Oh wow, Max. That was very thoughtful of you to pick them for me,” (Y/N) smiled as she accepted them from the boy, holding them safe against her chest.

“I picked some for you, dad!” his sister then chimed in as she presented Tommy with a similar bouquet.

“Thank you, my love,” Tommy sent her a smile as he accepted them from her. (Y/N) felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked over to her husband. This was just too sweet. “Your mum loves flowers,” Tommy told his kids.

“Is that why I’m called Daisy?” their daughter asked, her ears perking up slightly.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “You’re called Daisy because your dad pulled his car over to pick me some on our very first date,” she told the little girl, her smile growing wider at the thought of the fond memory.

Daisy smiled widely at the new information before she and Max took off running again, this time allowing Oliver to join in with them. (Y/N) couldn’t help but glance over at Tommy once they were alone again. She smiled as she leaned in closer to him.

“I love you,” he breathed against her lips before closing the gap to kiss her.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) responded once they pulled away to sit closer to each other than before. Silence fell over them as they watched their children run about in the fields.

“How ‘bout we name this next one Poppy?” Tommy questioned then, his hand moving to rest against the swell of her stomach; she was five months pregnant with their fourth child.

(Y/N) sent him a straight-faced expression. “No,” she flat out said.

“Petunia?” he tried another name, a grin present on his face now.

As much as she tried, (Y/N) was unable to keep the smile from her face. “Tommy, stop,” she scolded him playfully before leaning in to kiss him again.

What a beautiful life...all created by some roadside daisies.

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viridwns · 2 years

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Phantomhive mom!AU

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PLATONIC! Phantomhive twins x MOM!reader

A day out

warnings: Unhealthy relationship, toxic behavior, misogyny, yandere themes, mentioning of abuse A/N: This is if the fire didn’t happen and Alois had an actual dad.

It was finally, finally Saturday. Today was grocery day, the day you were finally allowed to go outside. This day was perfect: The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and your two sons’ are both walking along side of you, each having one arm linked with yours. The day was almost perfect. You sighed, if Vincent wasn’t motoring your every move while clinging to you, it were your twins. Even if you thought you had a bit of freedom, one of the three knew how to take it away from you. You pursed your lips as your eldest son walked to a flower stand. The old lady smiled upon seeing the three of you, probably recognizing that you were family of the earl Phantomhive. “Ah, Mrs.Phantomhive and sons. What a pleasure to see you here on such a fine morning.” She greeted, her voice was raspy and her face was wrinkled. Her wrinkles only multiplied when her smile grew wider. “Likewise miss.” You greeted back, giving her a swift nod with your head as it was hard to curtsy with your sons holding you tight. “So what could I get for you today?” She looked in between the twins as Ciel was tapping his chin while looking around. Your younger son was also looking, but less obvious. You were just standing there as you had no idea why your eldest son wanted to buy flowers. “That bouquet will do.” Ciel pointed to a gorgeous bouquet filled with orange lilies, red tulips and yellow roses. It was an odd combination, but the flowers complement each other nonetheless. The lady nodded as she picked up the bouquet from it’s basket. Ciel accepted them with a smile, giving her some money with his other hand. “Have a nice day!” She cheered as your younger son bade her farewell. The three of you entered the stream of shopping people again as you looked around for a fruit stand, you really craved some grapes right now. You oldest son gave you a small shove in the side and you stumbled a bit. “Ciel! What was that for!” You scolded him as the younger twin helped you regain your balance as he glared as his brother. “Don’t do that to our mother, you know she hates it.” You gave a small smile at your younger son and gave him a small pat on the hand. “Thank you my sweet.” You said to him. Ciel rolled his eyes as he stretched out his hand with the flower bouquet in it. “For you, mother” You turned to look at him again and raised your eyebrows. “So you have to push me around first, before giving me something nice? You become more like your dad by the day.” You huffed as you accepted the flowers, the smell hitting your sense of smell like a truck. Lilies have a very strong odor. Ciel laughed as he squeezed your arm. “I am sorry mama, I won’t do it again.” You shake your head at him. “You better, I’ll leave you behind and walk further with [redacted]. He knows how to treat his momma right.” You joked and laid your head on your younger son’s shoulder. He gave you a sweet smile and stuck his tongue out at Ciel, which made you laugh. “Oh? Is that how we’re going to play it? Don’t you love me anymore mother? Am I your least favorite son?” He dramatically pouted at you as you spotted a fruit stand. “Yes, now let me buy some fruit before I get grumpy.” You held the flowers to your chest as your eldest let out a gasp and gave you a look of betrayal. You rolled your eyes and unlinked yourself from the twins and walked over to the stand. Ciel hooked his arm with his brother as they admired some jewelry that another stand sold. The owner of the stand looked you up and down and gave you a classic ‘I am going to try and get you to buy everything’ smile. “Well, well, well. What an honor to have the mrs.Phantomhive here at my stand.” You let out an awkward giggle as you forced a smile. “What can I get the pretty lady today?” He continued his salesmen flirt technique and you looked over the different, multi colored fruits. Completely ignoring the man as you know you’d get in trouble for even looking at him too long. “Could I get a scoop of grapes, 5 apples and a handful of berries, please.” You look up at the owner expectantly. He nodded as he got some napkins and began to scoop up some grapes and weighed it. He continued to do that with the apples and the berries before finally putting everything in a small basket and giving it to you. “That’ll be 5 gold m’lady.” He stretched out his hand to indicate that you could put the money in it. You nodded and reached out in the small bundle around your middle you always carried with you outside. Vincent always gave you some money too as to give you at least a bit of independency. You gave him the asked amount and bade him farewell. You looked over to the stand where two people were selling jewelry, but to your confusion, no sight of your twins. You cocked an eyebrow. Was this some kind of test? To ‘prove’ you won’t escape when giving the least bit of freedom? You squinted your eyes and looked around you while walking over to the stand. Your sons were fairly tall, taller than Vincent even though he’s quite small. Even without the height, the two of them would stand out nonetheless due to their navy hair color and striking blue eyes. You held the basket with both of your hands as you kept switching to stand on your heels and toes. They weren’t going to trick you, you knew Vincent would give them assignments to keep you on your toes, but not this time. You weren’t foolish enough to make a run for it. Your escape plan wasn’t finished yet, you have come this far and weren’t going to throw it all out the window because an opportunity has presented it to you out of the blue. But when a few minutes had passed, your stomach began to gnaw at you. Maybe they really were gone? Or are they just trying to lure you in? Questions began to swarm your mind as you dubbed to actually leg it, but those ideas were soon cut short when someone tapped on your shoulder. The feeling made you yelp and turn around swiftly, expecting to see your son Ciel smirking at you, but instead a handsome platinum blonde male smiled down at you. Your eyes widened as you frantically looked around. Coming in contact with a person other then your family was never a good thing. You backed away slightly as he opened his mouth. “Are you lost miss? I noticed you standing here for quite a long time.” He spoke with honest sincerity. His eyes were filled with worry as he tried to ease you with his charming smile. You had trouble trying to reply to him, being scared if you even said one word, Vincent would pop up out of nowhere and take you away again. “uh—I am fine, just waiting for someone.” You hoped your answer would drive him away, but instead of him waving goodbye at you, he closed in on you. “Oh well what kind of gentleman would I be to let a lady wait alone.” He laughed and stuck his hand out. “I could carry your basket for you if you want?” He asked. You were still looking around and noticed no blue haired male lurking, your shoulders eased up a bit. You were still on guard, but dared to continue the conversation “that is kind of you sir—” You stopped your sentence as you handed over you basket of fruits and gripped your flowers tighter. You didn’t know his name yet. “Sir Trancy, pleased to make your acquittance lady—” Now it was his turn to stop as he gave you an awkward look. You smiled and finished his sentence. “Phantomhive.” Your smile immediately vanished as you had to say your surname. His expression turned into one of shock as his mouth fell slightly agape. “Ah, I should’ve known earl Phantomhive already married a beauty like you.” Your eyes widened at his complement, if Vincent were here right now, he’d have his head. A small blush crept onto your cheeks and you laughed of your embarrassment. Even though you knew this was wrong, you continued to converse with the male. He was also an earl and had his own land. He also had a son called Alois, he sounded like a real sweetheart. You laughed at his jokes and the heavy ring on your finger that always burnt into your finger to remind you to whom you belonged too, slowly faded away and for the first time in years you felt like yourself again. No one monitoring your every move, no rules you were expected to follow, no punishments hanging around your neck for doing the smallest things. You genuinely smiled and the longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how handsome he was. His sharp jawline, his bright blue eyes filled with joy unlike the dark hues of your husband. His gentle smile as he treated you with respect. You were falling and for a moment you really thought you had a chance with him. A man with equal power as your husband’s. A man who could protect you and take you far, far away from this hell. A man whom you could fall in love with. In that very moment you wanted to tell him everything, tell him how horrible your life was, how your husband kept you locked up and how your sons were like shackles around your feet. But before you could get it out, he told you something first. “You know, how about I take you out sometime. As acquittances, Phantomhive doesn’t need to know.” He proposed to take you out on a date. Was this man out of his mind? Everyone knew not to meddle with something that was Vincent’s. But he dared to ask you out, in public nonetheless. And that’s the moment you thought you could actually escape, but a gloved hand grabbing your shoulder snapped you out of your wonderful fantasy. Your breathing became ragged as you looked over your shoulder to see a smiling Ciel, you let out a small yelp as his grip on your shoulder was bruising. Tears started to build up in the corner of your eyes as you accidently dropped the flowers, not that you noticed it anyway. You were too focused on your eldest son busting you talking, no, no, flirting with another person. Another male. Your throat fell dry as he began to speak. “Mother! There you are, we’ve been looking all over for you!” Fake excitement and surprise laced his words. His gaze wasn’t fixated on you, but on the earl in front of you, a scowl replaced his smile and his eyes darkened. “Earl Trancy.” He spat as he pulled you back, making you stand behind him. He let go of your shoulder and you sighed in relief, but it was short lived as another, much gentler hand was placed on your shoulder. It was your younger son. “Ah Phantomhive twins, pleasure to see you here today.” The friendly smile of the earl dropped and he raised his brows at them, his tone of voice being the exact opposite when talking to you. “What were you doing with our mother?” Ciel questioned the other male and you began to sweat. Your body was slightly shaking as you watched the males converse with one another. Trancy shrugged. “She looked lonely, I just kept her company like a real gentleman.” He was mocking them. Tears threatened to spill as you prayed this wouldn’t escalate into something violent. Ciel scoffed. “Well thank you for your service but my brother and I will be taking our married mother back to our house.” Your younger son picked up the bouquet you dropped and smiled as he gave them back to you, patting your shoulder as he linked his arm again with yours. Ciel ripped the basket of fruit out of the older male’s hand and turned around. He took your other hand and gave it a harsh tug. This pulled you out of your frozen state and made you start walking with them. Trancy waved you goodbye, but you didn’t even dare to glance back at him The trip back home was unnervingly silent. The tension hung thick in the air as Ciel had a look of raging anger on his face and his brother had a more worried expression. They were walking quite fast and you had trouble keeping up. When you tripped for the umpteenth time you finally had the courage to speak up. “Ciel! Stop walking so fast, I can’t keep up!” You whined as the grip on your wrist only tightened. He stopped in his track as turned around to look at you. He scowled. “We trust you enough to leave you alone for a few seconds and our dear mother is already selling herself like a whore to other man. To that bastard Trancy nonetheless!” His voiced dripped with venom and you visibly flinched back due to his harsh words. He had never called you something like that. His sharp tongue was enough to make the tears you were holding spill over your cheeks. A small sob ragged itself from your chest and your other son looked at you with pity. “Ciel! Don’t say that, you’re hurting her!” He took your head in his hands and wiped away the tears, you hiccupped as you looked into [redacted[‘s eyes. He had a soft shine in them and tried to smile at you. “He doesn’t mean it mama, he was just scared that that man would take you from us. But of course you would never do that.” He shushed you as your older son scoffed. “Our dear dad does anything in his power to keep you safe, well fed, happy and so much more. He gave you everything and you so much as speak to another man.” You didn’t say anything back, scared that you would make everything worse. You continue to sob and shake as the younger twin tried to console you. Ciel’s expression softened as he saw your scared state. Tears still flowing from your eyes as you couldn’t do anything to stop them. He took you from his brother’s hands and tugged you into his chest. “Oh I am sorry mama, I was just so angry that you were talking with father’s enemy. You were probably so scared and worried. He forced you to talk to him, no? Not letting you walk away?” He questioned, you were lying if you said yes, but lying was the better option right now. You nodded into his chest. “I- I am sorry for worrying the two of you.” You said, your voice shaking. Ciel pulled you out of his embrace and wiped your tears with his gloved thumb. He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek. This would be a cute gesture to anyone whom was looking. A son being affectioned with his mother, but you knew the truth and you wished others did as well. He took your hand again and your other son did as well. The rest of the walk was a bit more calm, you hoped they wouldn’t snitch on you or at least make it seem like Trancy was forcing himself on you and you were just a helpless maiden. But no matter what they would say, your trip to the market would be stripped from you as you could clearly not handle being outside. This was enough to keep you crying all the way home as your sons’ whisper sweet little nothings in your ear.

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princeblack · 18 days

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it’s sunday mass and daphne’s friend, samantha birkin, is telling regulus all about a mission trip her family has planned, but she keeps laughing even when nothing is funny and he very quickly realizes what she’s actually doing.

he has no romantic or sexual interest in samantha, the same way he isn’t actually interested in daphne. but he and daphne’s families have been friends his entire life, both of their parents encouraging them to start dating because they would be a ‘good fit’ in their community. regulus is pretty sure his mother only wants him to date daphne because she’s a ‘good catholic girl’ and can be easily controlled and molded by their family, but he’s too tired to argue anymore, wanting to be a good son and succeed in every aspect he can.

maybe to others it’s strange that regulus hasn’t had much interest in girls, but he’s busy most of the time, focused on grades, football or his family. his brother had a falling out with his parents before he was born, but they reconnected recently after their uncle died and left the house with sirius. he wanted to offer his brother a home away from their parents, which regulus was grateful for but confused by.

unlike sirius, he still loves his parents, despite how awful the arguments can be. he doesn’t want to disappoint them, even if his mother triggers his temper occasionally. truthfully, regulus only wants to be the best at everything, even being a son. which is why he’s in AP classes, plays quarterback and never misses sunday mass.

he even attends bible studies during the weekdays, which is one of reasons why samantha birkin won’t leave him alone now. her mother ran them and samantha gave him heart eyes the moment he began attending.

none of the girls that kept flirting with him respected that daphne was his girlfriend— maybe because he didn’t seem into it, or maybe because there was no promise ring yet.

that, or the real reason is because these people only worry about themselves. the most selfish people he knows go to this church, including his mother, who subjected everyone to her whims.

but there was one girl here who was different from the others– he could already tell and he had only known her for a month and a half. she moved here for the start of the new semester and everyone was talking about her because of her beauty. regulus shared biology and astronomy with her, quickly noticing that she was far more than just her looks. she seemed kind and gentle as well as smart; three traits that not many had around here. but of course no one talked about those things; only about her face and body, which he couldn’t deny were just as perfect as everyone claimed.

she and her family had started to attend his church since moving to town. regulus heard from his parents that the diggorys had suffered a loss recently through their oldest son’s death– it was apparently why they were here again, returning to catholicism.

bee, the girl, seems incredibly strong to shoulder such a loss and still remain warm to so many strangers. especially because the other girls didn’t seem to like her in church– most of them were daphne’s friends, who noticed that regulus’s attention was solely focused on bee.

in fact, regulus is already thinking about her again, barely hearing a word samantha is saying when bee happens to suddenly walk past them. he smells flowers in her wake; a soft scent of peonies and roses lingering in the air. swallowing, he says to daphne’s friend, “sorry, excuse me,” before turning to go after the auburnette.

“wait,” he says, stopping her. he can feel samantha glaring daggers at them, but he doesn’t care. bee has turned to look at him, her beautiful slender face lighting up. her eyes are the prettiest blue he’s ever seen, like the sky on a sunny day. she’s wearing a beautiful floral printed dress, a shade of white that matches the bow in her hair. he’s never seen anyone so stunning before, down to her perfectly shaped nose and lips. he feels a surge of heated desire, wanting her. the warmth reaches his green eyes, glancing down at her lips before speaking. “i know mass starts in like thirty minutes, but i was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we were partners in biology.” he loves the sound of her laugh and the way her blue eyes light up; it’s like nothing he’s ever seen before. besides, daphne and her family are running late and what they don’t know couldn’t hurt them. / @devcted

#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( prose ) .#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. bexley ) .

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It's Not Easy Pt. 4.5 (Rooster x Reader) Family Blurbs

Suggested by @lets-be-gay-for-the-angel : "please tell me we can get a few blurbs on their kids because I'm a sap for family".

Ask and you shall receive. I hope you like it :) Could also be read as a stand alone.

*****

You and Bradley waited to have kids. You didn’t want to leave the skies quite yet, but eventually you had decided it was time and you and your husband began trying. Three kids later, you and him were both beyond overjoyed with your little hellions, Carole, Nick, and Pete. Pete was a surprise, and a good few years apart from his older brother. Obviously Mav had been back in your life for a while now, but when he came back into Bradley’s you couldn’t have been happier.

Carole was the oldest. She was the spitting image of her father and you would kill anyone who gave her shit, without question. Bradley was the same way, and he absolutely adored his daughter. He would bring her some flowers from the grocery store every now and then. You never doubted that she would know how she deserved to be treated, and her father wanted to set a good example for her. When you had Carole, Mav had cried when he held her for the first time, having flown in for a quick visit while Bradley was away. The only time you were thankful Mav wasn’t around as much was when Carole started to get mischievous. You remembered all the shit you and Bradley used to get up to, and you didn’t need Pete encouraging that for your own children when they were too young; but Carole loved her GrandMav, and you knew it was bound to happen anyway. You had snorted and almost peed your pants when Carole had popped that name out of her tiny mouth. Mav, surprisingly, loved it. She was thrilled to get to spend time with her GrandMav more when he was back around.

Nick was Bradley’s little shadow. He usually went along with whatever Carole was up to when his father was gone, but when he was around he was glued to him. He loved to put Nick in his lap and play the piano with him. He was the funniest little boy, and would say things that made you and Bradley (and eventually Mav) crack up. The three of you joked that he was Goose reincarnated. You wouldn’t be surprised, he loved seeing pictures of his Grandpa Goose. Nick would frequently walk around the house shouting, “Great Balls of Fire!” whenever he was inconvenienced, and needless to say it was hysterical to hear his tiny voice sound so grown up. Not being able to suggest Pete for a middle name for Nick had you crushed, but you didn’t want to make it a point of tension with Bradley at the time; having just welcomed your son and opted for your own father’s name instead.

Little Pete made his appearance a year post uranium plant mission, and you had slapped the option into the name pool faster than Bradley could even blink. Of course he agreed. Pete Thomas Bradshaw was your little angel. He was six years apart from Nick, but you and Bradley were happy he joined your family all the same. He smiled so much at everyone and everything, but he had a soft spot for his mommy. Waffles was his best friend, and if he was napping on his play mat on the floor, you’d soon find the dog next to him.

Currently, Pete was on your hip as you held your camera in one hand. Both Bradley and Mav stood with their backs to you in the living room. Outside, the sound of children trick or treating was filling your street. Pete was dressed in a little green t-shirt and matching cargo pants, and Bradley had half stuck his helmet on the almost one and a half year old for a picture earlier, which you had told him not to put the full weight on him and he made sure not to. He was little Rooster for Halloween. Carole and Nick had insisted on keeping their costumes a secret from Daddy and Mav, who didn’t put two and two together with Pete’s costume, and you had helped them with their outfits. The sound of them clamoring down the stairs had you stepping to the side to let them through and into the living room.

“Okay,” you sang, bouncing Pete on your hip making him giggle, “are we ready?”

The children in front of you whooped and gave you a thumbs up, ready for countdown.

“Three, two, oneeeee,” you dragged the last word, which was the signal for Bradley and his uncle to turn around.

“Oh my God! HAHAHA!” Mav and Bradley had the exact same reaction to their costumes, and the little kids giggled proudly.

They were wearing little flight suits that you had gotten from the halloween store, but you had stolen some pairs of old velcro patches from one of Mav’s old suits and stuck them on both the little costumes. (Of course you would return them, you made a point to promise Mav). You had to make a custom one for Nick, which said Goose instead of Maverick. The helmets were not your best work, as you couldn’t really get their real helmets without ruining the surprise; so you had used skateboard ones and painted them with the matching red and black designs that Goose and Maverick had on theirs. Nick had a little fake mustache, and of course they were both sporting aviators. Needless to say, the costumes were a hit with everyone that year.

Throughout the night, the two kids could be heard shouting to each other as you walked up and down the long street.

“Talk to me, Goose!” Carole shouted.

“We’re running low on fuel! We better get more candy!” Nick shouted back, “Great Balls of Fire!” God, they were too damn cute.

“Knucks, you did real good,” Mav laughed, patting you on the back, and making a silly face at his namesake. Handing him off to his grandfather, you turned to see Bradley watching your kids go up to a house.

“It was their idea,” you explained, proud of their creativity.

The rest of the night went smoothly, eventually they tuckered themselves out and Bradley took his mini me into his arms to put him to sleep. Later that night, you and Bradley sat on the couch munching on leftover candy.

“Those were amazing costumes, honestly,” Bradley was going on about how creative you were, and you kissed him for every compliment he gave you, “I loved seeing them all dressed up like that.” The two of you sat quietly for a while, the Nightmare Before Christmas playing on the screen quietly.

“I love our kids so much,” you said, smiling at Bradley, who grinned in return.

“I do too… I also love that they’re in bed fast asleep right now, Bradshaw,” he said, leaning in to kiss you on the couch, the movie soon forgotten.

*****

Dropping your bags next to the floor, you closed the front door and leaned against it, sliding to the ground in relief as you did. Your first day back at work since having your kids was exhausting. It wasn’t the navy, but teaching people how to fly a little Cessna was draining. Often you found that they didn’t listen nearly as well as those you used to work with, which resulted in you trying to desperately keep calm while fixing boo boos that the students didn’t even know they made.

That’s when you heard the singing in the backyard, lifting your head off the back of the door and trying to place what it was. Standing, you shuffled your way into the kitchen and to the back door. Opening the sliding glass, you saw your older kids skipping around, and Pete trying to follow them as best as he could on his chubby little legs. Rooster was chasing after him, singing along to the cadence with Maverick, to which your kids responded every other line.

“I wanna be a pilot!” the men shouted rhythmically.

“I wanna be a pilot!” the kids responded enthusiastically.

“Gonna be a pilot!” Mav and Rooster shouted.

“Gonna be a pilot!” the kids shrieked, and little Pete screamed in joy.

“Flyin’ for the Navy!” the last word was bellowed with pride.

“Flyin’ for the Navy!” the kids mimicked.

“That’s what I’m gonna be!” the Mav theatrically pointed to Rooster who pointed to himself, leaning in to scoop up his youngest son.

“That’s what I’m gonna be!” the kids finished the cadence cheering. Bradley held little Pete out and flew him around the yard like an airplane, making all the sounds while the other two chased after him. Mav spotted you and waved as you stepped fully out onto the deck. Waffles, your golden retriever who was a little older now was chilling on the wood, and you leaned down to give him ear scratches.

“I love the cadence guys!” you shouted to your kids who were now pestering their GrandMav, while Bradley jogged over to you to kiss you in welcome and ask about your day. You gave him a quick rundown, saving the more negative talk for later, when Pete bobbled over to you two, happy to see his Momma. Climbing off the steps, you knelt down to scoop up your little man.

“Hi sweetie!” you sang, and he hugged you happily. The other two came flying over, grabbing you by the legs and Bradley quickly braced you so that you didn’t topple with the baby. Maverick laughed when he watched the kids launch themselves onto your legs.

You could definitely get used to coming home to this.

*****

You glared at Bradley next to you, who gave you the exact same look back. The two of you were breathing heavily.

“Not. Happening,” you growled.

“I beg to differ,” he spat back.

“You’ve done this to me TWICE! TWICE ROOSTER!” you all but shouted.

“Uh, guys. I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal,” Mav was leaning against the kitchen counter, fighting off laughter and watching the both of you in front of your son, Pete, who was watching you both back with curious eyes.

You had walked in on Rooster talking to your son, who had begun babbling things that sounded like but not quite words shortly after his 11 month mark, trying to get him to say ‘dada.’ Not one of your children has said mama once, and you were determined for Pete to be the exception and not the rule. Bradley knew what he was doing, and it pissed you off.

“Mav! I have not had one of my children say mama! Because he,” you pointed a finger accusingly at your best friend and husband, “always coaxes the little traitors into saying dada first!”

“It’s not my fault I’m cooler,” Bradley mumbles, and you whip around to look at him.

“Excuse me? I am way cooler than you are!” you fought back.

“I fly planes! Our kids just think that’s cooler!” he said, and Mav purposely stepped forward to hold you back if necessary. Your eye twitched and Bradley realized he screwed up.

“IFLEWPLANESTOOYOUASSHOLE!ISTOPPEDTOBIRTHYOURFREAKINGCHILDREN!DOYOUTHINKTHATWASFUNFORME?PUSHINGTHEMOUTOFMYVAGINA???” breathing heavily, nostrils flaring, you pointed at your son.

“I hope he says mama before he says dada! I hope he says Mav before he says dada! I hope he says every name! I hope he even says GOOSE!” you shouted, while Bradley shrunk back trying not to crack up.

“Goo!” Pete clapped in his seat, and every adult in the room looked at the small baby.

“What?” you whispered, and the three of you converged on your son, surrounding him intently.

“Goos!” he squeaked happily, finding the name funny. The word wasn’t fully formed but it was clear what he said.

“His first word was Goose!” Mav melted, and Bradley was going to start crying. Pulling your husband into a hug, the two of you cried while Pete repeated himself over and over, delighted at the reaction he got.

“He said Goose!” Bradley said happily, and never one to stop teasing, “he still didn’t say mama!-- Ow… Knuckles you’re kin– you’re squ e e z i n g me a l i t t–le tight.”

"I know, Bradley. I know."

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Wake Me From This Dreaming

Part 13.5

(Hypnos POV)

Word counts: 3.2

Hypnos x WMFTD!Y/N

Warnings: Trauma, abuse, kissing, cursing, implied intimacy, no beta.

Notes: First off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been waiting for WMFTD. You are the most patient readers ever. This part is shorter but I hope you guys enjoy it. Will try to have the next part out sooner.

The Masterlist

A star took a single trembling breath and Hypnos was born.

His hand was already in his twin’s. Somehow he already knew their name. Thanatos. Brother.

A cool hand brushed his curls off his face and he looked up to his mom’s face, pale and cool but softened with a warm smile. Her golden eyes were brighter than the stars that surrounded them.

“Hello, little Hypnos.” She whispered.

That was what Hypnos remembered at the start of everything.

The armband felt too heavy for him, too big for his small arm. The golden flowers -poppies, Hypnos reminded himself. His mom called them poppies.- gleamed in the candlelight. Thanatos grabbed his arm with a frown, his brow furrowed in concern.

“It's supposed to help.” Hypnos said with a nervous giggle. Lord Hades didn’t stop yelling for what seemed forever after Hypnos had accidentally put him to sleep.

Again.

He wasn’t aware that even his soft humming could do that. At least, the look Queen Persephone gave him made him stop yelling. The young goddess was the only one who could do that.

“Okay.” Thanatos said quietly. There was a hint of doubt but he didn’t voice it.

Then he tilted his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “Mom- mother Nyx says that we are growing into our powers. She is going to take me to the surface soon. So I can see what mortals are like when they are alive.”

Hypnos blinked and his smile grew. “Do you think I can come?”

Shades or mortals were so odd. Many looked like themselves, others were broken apart bodies or just void. He wondered if said something about the shades’ souls, who they were in life.

It amused Hypnos. Such odd beings.

Charon didn't like them. His oldest brother would sigh, tipping his hat up with a finger in thought.

The weeping. He told them, it just never stops.

Thanatos perked up, looking less nervous.

He and Hypnos never knew what to do about the crying either but at least they could look at each other with faint confused smiles and a shrug before returning to playing or sleeping.

Thanatos took Hypnos' hand, his palm clammy and not as small as it used be and tugged Hypnos along the long winding halls. It bugged Hypnos a little that his twin was getting taller and bigger than him.

It only started once they came to the house.

Hypnos still didn't know how he felt about the house. It felt too big and too small at the time. He missed the stars and cool darkness.

He wanted to return to it - but his mom-mother Nyx, he reminded himself. Hypnos was always having to remind himself of stuff now. And he didn't like it- had said this was their home now.

His mom used to hold them close in her arms, her pale skin cool against his cheek. She hadn't since they came here. He missed it.

Hypnos was leaning towards not liking the house.

"My children." Mom said quietly, her hands clasped as she watched them approach. Her painted lips pursed as the sight of their hands together.

It was Thanatos who asked. They both knew she was more giving toward him. There was a moment Hypnos thought she would say ‘yes’ then her eyes flicked to the band she placed on him.

The golden poppies gleamed in the candlelight.

“No. You’re both growing up and need to learn not to rely on each other.” Her voice was firm. Hypnos flitched, tightening his hand around Thanatos’.

“But mom-“ her golden eyes snapped toward him, hard and cold and nothing like his mom. Hypnos swallowed. “Mother Nyx.” He corrected himself quietly.

“My word is final.” Mother Nyx said, watching them. Judging them for these next moments. “I will not have needy and helpless children.”

Hypnos opened his mouth to disagree, hurt bubbling up but Thanatos yanked his hand away without any warning, leaving Hypnos’ small hand grasping air. He blinked down at his hand then watched Thanatos float away. It was just a few paces but it felt like a gap formed unseeing but painfully, obviously there.

Hypnos made a small hurt sound. Thanatos didn’t look at him even as he flinched at the sound.

“Hypnos.”

He looked up at the sound of her low voice, tears burning in his eyes.

“Learn from Thanatos’ example.”

Hypnos sniffed, unable to hide the tears spilling down his face. His cheeks burned as she sighed loudly. He wanted Thanatos’ hand in his, his mom’s arms around them. He didn’t want to be here.

“Yes mom- Mother Nyx.” Hypnos whispered, looking across to Thanatos. Hoping for even a single glance.

Thanatos still didn’t look at him.

Everything changed. Too fast for him to keep up, dizzy with the winding halls and silence.

Thanatos was gone all the time. Charon as well.

His powers grew and grew but unlike his twin, he was learning to live with it, letting it become a part of him, not something to dominate. He thought it was rather funny, how he slept like mortals. Dreamed like mortals.

His mom’s mouth only tightened in disappointment, not even looking at him anymore. Hypnos told himself that it didn’t make his heart ache.

Hypnos was alone. He told himself it was fine.

And It was fine.

Really.

Thanatos finally had returned home, freed of his chains and proud once more. The moral would only know pain now, never to see the skies or feel the breeze on their skin. A just and fair punishment as far as Hypnos cared.

But this wasn’t the Thanatos Hypnos knew. His brother was always the more quiet one, Hypnos was more than happy to fill in the silence but at least he used to smile. He used to be able look people in the eye.

Thanatos wouldn’t even let their own mother touch him.

The gap between them grew, grew, grew and grew.

The only thing Hypnos was ever able to get out of him was a single response.

“What did those chains feel like?” Hypnos asked in a moment of weakness, his horrified curiosity winning over his mother’s warning.

“Like fire.” Thanatos said after a long pause. “It was so cold, it burned.”

There was a beat of silence and Hypnos let out a slow breath, his eyes on the spear tip. It was a mortal weapon in the hands of a god yet it was him who trembled.

Then a pair of hands, broad and calloused, very gently curled around his wrists. You stood in front of him, shifting his hands’ position. One of your hands slides along his wrist to his elbow to adjust it, causing goosebumps on his skin.

Hypnos fought down a blush. And tried to think of something to say. Something clever.

“I guess it is a good thing I don’t actually want to fight, huh?” Hypnos jokes, his voice only cracking a little. You blinked at him, hand still on his elbow. You kept there, seemingly obvious to it or its effects on Hypnos.

“If you don’t want to, then why are you training?” You asked.

Hypnos swallowed nervously but you didn’t sound upset, like Hypnos had been wasting your time. Thanatos would have sharp words if Hypnos did this to him, ending with a long painful talk with their mother. You should have been upset with Hypnos yet he couldn’t put a name to what your tone was.

Your hand still lingered and when you stood this close, it made his belly flip flopped. Hypnos shrugged, glancing away from you, his cheeks still flushed.

“I- I think I just want to understand what it's like. I’m more a lover than a fighter, you know?” Hypnos said finally, biting down on his bottom lip as he peeked back at you.

“You’re getting better, you know that right?” You said simply. Like it was nothing. His whole body responded to the praise, perking up. You must realize your hands were still on him because you dropped your hold and stepped away. He tried not to mourn at the loss of contact, his body wanting to follow you.

“Besides, not everyone should be a fighter. It would make for a very obnoxious place.” You said with a nod.

“Like Elysium?” Hypnos said mindlessly then he winced. He had just insulted you and every hero in the underworld. He needed to learn to control his mouth. He felt the faint ghost of his mom’s disappointment.

You gave him a surprise look then a very real and beautiful smile grew on your face, a flash of white teeth and eyes bright with amusement and Hypnos forgot how to breathe. His stomach dropped like he was falling from a great height.

“Just like Elysium.” You agreed with a low chuckle. Hypnos beamed, not even caring about how flushed his face was. He did that. He got you to smile again. He liked to think that you smiled like that only for him.

“Now, try again.”

Nightmares didn’t scare Hypnos. Just as dreams were almost mindless creatures, so were nightmares. They were only a fractured reflection of the soul dreaming them.

Oily black shadows darted between his feet. If he had bothered to shine a light on them, he would be able to see the green and purple and red shades of their forms.

Another one brushed against his fingers, and he saw or rather he felt a hand pressing down on his mouth, sharp nails digging in his cheeks. Hypnos shook his head, his own hand rubbing his mouth in annoyance and the feeling disappeared.

He debated if he should let the nightmare go . It belonged to one of the shades in construction but he supposed that wasn’t his choice. He watched the nightmare leave his realm with a heavy rolling guilt in his belly.

Hypnos could be cruel in his own ignorance. It was something he was working on. He still hated that he joked about killing all mortals, especially now since there was one in his bed that he would give anything for.

However just like death, nightmares had their place in the world.

With that in mind, he turned to one of the lingering shadows, looking up at it with a frown. Ares’ face stared back at him. It wasn’t Ares, but the shadow did alright. It certainly got that horrible blood thirsty grin down, Hypnos thought with a frown.

One of these days, he would explain it to his mortal and selfishly take comfort that you will understand. That you will forgive him for the times that weren't an accident. He always made a point of not looking into his family’ dreams or nightmares. An attempt to give them some privacy of their own thoughts.

He wanted that for his mortal as well. But he just started to get you to go to sleep sometimes. However, every single time he did, you woke up from nightmares. Eyes wide and a faint trembling in those strong hands.

Hypnos shooed it away and the shadow went back to the dark, bearing its teeth but it was already giving up the shape it chose. There was no real anger from the shadow, it would have its chance again and knew it.

He couldn’t do this every time even if he wished otherwise, it wasn’t healthy for the mind. All had to rest, all needed to dream and all must face their nightmares.

So just for now, he will send them away.

Until you were strong enough. And if you ever need him again, Hypnos would be there to send the nightmares away.

It took Hypnos a moment to realize that Megarea was coming over to him. Once it used to cause a nervous flutter in his chest but not anymore. The quirk of her full lips told him she had noticed.

“Hypnos.” She greeted lightly, watching him sign her name in. He put a little smiley face by her name, mostly out of habit. He wondered if she would be amused by it.

“Meg! Zagreus got lucky again, huh?” Hypnos replied with a beaming smile. “Man I remember when you used to send him packing with a single crack of that whip.”

Meg rolled her eyes but she didn’t seem too upset. “Achilles trained him well. Your mortal did a fine job as well.”

The quill almost snapped in his finger and the smile froze on his face. He blinked at Meg, hating that he already could feel a flush forming on his cheeks. He laughed nervously. “My mortal? I-“

“Don’t.” Megarea warned gently. “I heard about him from Zagreus and Thanatos.”

“Oh.” Hypnos bit his thumbnail. It was one thing to him to call you that privately in his own mind; it was another to hear it outloud. Thanatos only called you ‘that mortal’ and Zagrues only used your name. Hypnos wondered sometimes if Zagreus forgot you and Achilles were shades. Hypnos did sometimes.

Then he spoke up, “Yes, I’ve seen some of their training. Makes me want to take a nap just watching them.”

The joke worked, lightening the air between them. Meg smiled and Hypnos knew his past self would have been overjoyed to see it but now, it just felt like he made a friend happy and only that. It had nothing on your rare smiles. Or your low, warm laugh. Or how your hand would linger on him, like you didn’t want to let go.

“I’m glad for you. You and him suit each other well.” Megarea said. And it sounded like she meant it.

“Thank you.” Hypnos repiled, his shoulders relaxing. “I don’t think I told you but I am glad for you guys as well.”

“Thank you. And I will talk to your brother. “ Meg glanced at where Nyx was, out of sight and hidden by her roses. “I know he hasn't been supportive.”

Hypnos opened his mouth then closed it. He sighed and kept his voice low, not wanting others to overhear. “It’s fine. Really. I understand why.”

“So do I. But he is only hurting himself and you at this rate.” Megarea said quietly.

“Have you told your mortal why he is this way?”

“Not really.” Hypnos lied. It should have been Thanatos’ story to tell, not Hypnos. “My mortal knows something obviously happened but he doesn’t have all the details.”

Meg’s pink lips pursed but she let it go. Before leaving she did say, “I am happy for you, Hypnos.”

Hypnos could only offer her a beaming smile.

“What is this?” Hypnos took the note from the messenger shade who only offered a shrug before they moved on.

It was a single page.

Hypnos, Lord of Sleep

Meet me outside the house’ doors, I need to speak to you. It is urgent.

Y/N

Hypnos reread it, the dread he already had before you and his twin left grew even more in the pit of his stomach. The handwriting was neat. Too neat. And you never had ever used his title.

Your waiting was more thin, and the letters tended to merge together when you wrote quickly. Often you had to pause to crack your knuckles, muttering to yourself how tiny and useless the house quills were.

It was ridiculous how easily he could imagine you in his mind. How the way your fingers curled around the quill, how your mouth moved soundlessly when writing sometimes.

He read again. His title stuck out like a sore thumb. It was wrong. You would never write like this.

Under the dread, something else came forward, sharp and burning. Hypnos inhaled sharply, mouth thinning. He felt like he was choking on it. It was rare for him to feel pure rage. Even when you and him had that fight, anger was the last thing he felt.

Pyrrhus had caused enough pain. Hypnos never brought into the whole ‘mortals need to know their place’ thing but he will happily make an exception for Pyrrhus. Just like he did for Sisyphus

“Fine.” Hypnos said quietly to himself. “So be it.”

Pyrrhus wasn’t the first to underestimate Hypnos.

You placed the spear next to the bed, within reach. Hypnos eyed it, the metal tip freshly sharpened. He sat up, letting the blanket pooled on his lap, biting down on his lip.

“You know, you are safe here right?” Hypnos asked quietly. You paused, staring at him for a moment then toward your weapon.

“Ah.” You hesitated. “I can put it somewhere else.”

Hypnos shook his head and beckoned you to come join him. You tugged off your tunic, and Hypnos’ mouth went dry. Even scarred, you looked strong. When you joined him on the bed, his hand went to your jaw, cupping it and leaned up for a kiss.

It was quickly becoming one of his favorite things, kissing you. He didn’t realize there were so many wonderful and different kinds of kisses, the deep ones that lingered even after or the hard, passionate ones that made him burn.

He quickly became fond of the soft kisses the most, the slowness made his mind quieten just a bit, and you were so, so gentle with him.

Your hands landed on his waist, one of your thumbs rubbing circles on his stomach. The kiss broke but you pressed one more in the corner of his mouth. You watched his face carefully.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to move it?” You asked, one of your hands moving to press against the small of his back.

“I’m sure. It. I don’t know. It's just- do you not feel safe? Master Hades has a spell out though the whole house. No fighting allowed.” Hypnos said.

Your mouth twitched, eyes unfocused just for a split second. Then you sighed, pressing into his palm.

“It's not a matter of feeling safe.” You paused. “It's just even with all the security, even with my training. I know just how quickly things can get dangerous.”

Hypnos frowned, wanting to tell you were wrong but he couldn’t. You saw the expression on his face and kissed his forehead.

You lingered and kept your voice low. “I am safe here and it comforts me to know that you feel safe, that you are safe here. I cannot tell you how much relief that brings me.”

Hypnos shifted, meeting your eyes. The lean in was slow, and the kiss spoke for him and for you, saying more than words could. He hoped that you knew that even if he didn't understand everything, he understood you.

It was rare for Hypnos to leave the house, but he knew something was wrong when he saw no other shade outside the doors. So he waited, not moving farther out. His fingers twitched, a powerful sleep spell at the ready. He was sure your his magic and the training you gave him would be more than enough.

Only it wasn’t enough.

Hypnos knew such things could happen quickly. He had read battle accounts. He remembered your words.

A faint sound came from behind Hypnos, of rushing footsteps and harsh breathing.

Pyrrhus was Achilles’ son as well, a warrior himself and just as swift.

His red hair was like a war banner in the green light of Tartarus. His eyes were wild, bloodshot. Those burning blue eyes were the last thing Hypnos saw before the metal clasped around his hands.

It felt like ice formed in his very being, sharp and jagged, digging into the warmth of a star.

So cold, it burned.

Hypnos tried to scream but nothing came out.

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