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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years

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Strawberries and Cream | [S.G.] [M.S.]

Pairings: Steven Grant x Black!Female!Reader, Marc Spector x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: It's valentine's day and your boys surprise you with breakfast in bed

Word Count: 3.4k words

Content Warnings: Swearing, established relationship, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

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A/N: Wowowowow, this took so long! Apparently, I don't know how to write anything other than angst, so it took me like six stories until I had one with just fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this though. HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY! (And Black History Month, that is why we're here)

You woke up on the fourteenth, thrumming with excitement. The sun’s gossamer rays crept into the room, and you basked in the honey glow, letting the warmth soak into your skin. You wrapped yourself tighter in your sheets to fight off the chill and realised you were alone.

Usually, you would wake up feeling a little clammy and pressed into the mattress by a snoring hunk of muscle who had rolled over onto you in the night. But this morning, the furnace you were accustomed to waking up under was nowhere to be seen.

You slowly sit up and look around. There’s a different book on the nightstand. Which tells you they at least came home last night. Steven had just finished reading Don Quixote with you, and it seems your next bedtime story was Flowers for Algernon.

You heard something fall to the floor in the kitchen, then a string of curses. You would have panicked, maybe considered that your apartment had been broken into, but you recognised that voice…and the other.

“Steven cut it out. We only need one chef in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, well you forget I’ve had your food. And it’s not good mate.”

“Whatever, you don't even eat real food.”

“Cows are cute and I don’t want to eat them! But that’s beside the point. Crepes are tricky and you’ve already ruined the batter, just let me try and fix it, yeah?”

“I didn’t ruin anything. That extra egg was just- just good protein.”

“Well, now they’re gonna be too eggy! It’s gonna taste like an omelette!”

“Oh, shut up it’s fine. Everything is fine!”

Peering around the corner, watching them switch back and forth, you almost giggle. They're frantically whisking away, the mixing bowl tucked into their chest, pinned by their arm. Pinched between their fingers was the compact mirror you kept in your purse, but it seemed backseat driving was no longer sufficient.

They're covered in flour, and there's a bit of batter splattered on some of the cabinets, and across their cheekbone. Chaotic Domesticity. It was a good look on them.

They don’t see you when you step out of the hallway, “I’m sure it will be delicious, my loves.”

Your voice startles them slightly, and they almost drop the bowl. You quickly try to discern whose fronting. His brows are high, and his jaw is slightly slack. You step around the island divider and wipe the spot you noticed earlier, hoping it might calm him down.

“Steven, if they taste like omelettes, then I will be delighted to have omelettes. But crepes are great too. And so is that cafe down the street. Whatever works out, as long as you guys are there to eat them with me.”

He melts in your hold a little; his face tilting into your palm. But then he jerks it away very suddenly. You’re confused as he backs away.

“Oy! This was supposed to be a surprise!” He’s upset but not with you, just in general. However, his expression falls into a frown that breaks your heart a little. “We had a whole plan.”

“It’s alright, dear. I won’t look at anything else,” You say as you throw your hands up to cover your eyes. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

He chuckles at your antics, and you feel a little brighter. He explains that they planned to bring you breakfast in bed today. You shuffled back to your room and closed the door that way they would feel like they would get a little more privacy.

You tidied up a bit, picking up some clothes from the floor and remaking the bed. You stepped into your ensuite, brushed your teeth, and washed your face, then you let your braids out of your bonnet and tended to them accordingly. With nothing else to do, you wandered to the bookshelf in search of a title to pass the time.

Alice had just met the dodo and sacrificed her thimble when you heard a knock at the door.

“Are ya decent?” You heard Marc’s gruff voice call out.

You chuckle at the absurdity. You were currently wearing his shirt and his boxers in your shared bed in your shared apartment. He had seen you naked plenty of times.

“Based on previous reviews, I’d say I’m more than decent,” you tease.

You hear his laughter in the hall, and you inflate with a bit of pride. He cracks the door and loudly “whispers” through the gap.

“Steven wanted to wake you up with breakfast. Is there,” He sighs, embarrassed to ask, “Is there any way you could pretend to be asleep?”

You chuckle, knowing Steven can hear everything Marc says right now. “Of course. Anything for my boys.”

He shuts the door again, and you feel like you’ve been transported to the days of your childhood. Those times your parents would come into your room to tell you goodnight and tuck you in. But then you would immediately hide in your impenetrable fortress made of cotton and down and stay up reading for just a little longer.

After a few chapters, you could hear your parents walking towards your door to ensure you were asleep. Your heart would pound in your chest as you fumble to turn off your flashlight and try to hide your book under your pillow so your parents wouldn’t know you had gotten lost in the Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane yet again.

You feel a bit of adrenaline course through you as you scramble around. You're frantically searching for a bookmark and spot a receipt sticking out of a jeans pocket in the laundry. You shove it between your pages and toss the book under your pillow. Then you yank the blanket up, high above you and tuck the edge under your head. You watched the blanket cascade back down in a slow wave, like the rainbow parachute from elementary gym class.

You scrunch your eyes closed, as tight as you can- when you hear a gentle rapping on the door. It slowly creaks open again, and your name is whispered into the air, but you don’t respond. You’re supposed to be asleep. You’re not fallin’ for that.

Your lips are folded into your mouth as you try desperately not to giggle, staying as still as possible. You can hear steps approaching their side of the bed. They set a few things down and let out a long dramatic sigh that you recognise as Steven’s.

“I know you’re not asleep.”

You remain still.

“Really?”

He sounds more amused than irritated, so you continue the bit. You know Marc is definitely getting a kick out of this.

“Your food’s gonna get cold, and Marc and I worked too hard for you to let it go to waste. Now, come off it. Let’s see that beautiful face.”

Steven hears a muffled sound from the covers, but it’s indecipherable mumbling.

“Didn’t quite catch that love.”

You huff and tug the blanket under your chin.

“I said, If you wanna wake me up, you know how. I expect a proper waking up.”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you pull the blanket right back over your head. Steven grumbles but doesn’t complain. The sound of fabric ruffling and hitting the floor fills the room, and you can’t fight the grin spreading over your cheeks.

The rush of cold air on your back as the covers were pulled back was well worth knowing you had won. He slides in next to you and tucks himself in. Already your body seems closer to equilibrium, just having him near.

He pulls at your shoulder so you're laying on your back, and his arms immediately worm around your waist as his head rests on your chest. Your hands naturally come up to hold him closer, one draped over his back and the other tangled in his curly hair. You released a content sigh at the feeling of him snuggling into you as your nails pass through his curls.

You almost forgot what brought you into this situation in the first place. You are so at peace, intertwined with your lovers. But then Steven starts trailing kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. They are sweet and tender, feather soft. Each one pressed into your skin with consideration and devotion.

He reaches your cheeks, and one of his hands cradles your jaw. The way his fingers drag across your skin makes you feel like a precious stone, and the way he looks into your eyes makes you feel like a star plucked from the heavens.

He tugs gently at your chin, and your lips part as he ever so slowly leans in. You’re sure he can hear the way your heart is racing. The way it whispers his name every pump.

His nose bumps against yours, and you feel the faint sigh that leaves his lips against yours. You nudge your chin closer, trying to close the gap, but he manages to move just out of reach while staying just as close.

“I’m waking you up, darling,” he reminds you with a small smirk.

You whisper out a small okay that sounds pathetically desperate even to your ears, but you can’t find it in you to care. Because now his lips are brushing against yours. His slightly chapped lips set off every nerve ending in your own. His tongue darted out for just a moment to run against your bottom lip, and you gasped at the contact.

He dipped his nose under yours, and the torment began on the other side. He kissed your cheek, and you were about ready to snap. Had you been standing, you would have stomped your foot in frustration, and Steven would have laughed at your childish response. But he was teasing you relentlessly (which was already out of character for your sweet boy, who is always so eager to please), and it was getting harder to breathe under the covers.

His head is tilted so that it is almost perpendicular to yours. He moves his hand to cradle your cheek, his big hand almost covering the whole expanse of your face. He smiles sweetly at you before finally diving in.

Then it happened. His lips attached around your parted lips and created a seal. He blew a big puff of air into your mouth, and your brain reacted in the same way you think it would if you had been shot. Your eyes bugged out of your head, your arms instinctively failed out, and you made a sputtering, gagging noise. Your cheeks comically inflated for a second before all the foreign breath shot out of your nose. It was like a forced sneeze.

While you were effectively stunned, Steven was full-on chortling, completely cracking up. You’re not entirely sure what “guffawing” means, but you’re sure that’s what this is. You think he might actually damage something, bust his gut or something. It would serve him right, swift justice. You had recovered enough from your initial shock to finally respond.

“STEVEN MICHEAL GRANT! I cannot believe you did that! You not only faked me out but you- you...I don’t even know what you did! But it was horrible!”

The man you are scolding does not seem to care as he lies on his back, clutching his stomach and kicking his feet like a little schoolgirl. You playful smacked his chest as you sat cross-legged beside him in protest. You were upset, not because it happened, but because it happened to you. You didn’t want to admit how funny the joke was. Nor that you wished you had thought of it first.

His rolling laughter is cut short when his body suddenly stiffens, and his neck straightens with his chin pointing to the ceiling. The face that meets your gaze is a little hardened, tougher. His jaw is almost always clenched, and his brows are millimetres from furrowed. Sometimes it blows your mind how these two men can come from the same brain- cohabitate in the same body- when they are also so different. When they look so different.

This is the same face, the same hair, the same muscle and skeletal structure, biologically, the same man, and yet, they are entirely different. Their goals and aspirations are much more copasetic than they were before, but they are still different. They have different tastes in music and food. They have different favourite colours. They have different hobbies and skills. They know different languages. It’s wild.

But also they are similar in a lot of ways too. They are both shit dancers. Absolutely no rhythm to be found. But plenty of enthusiasm. They both like the smell of citrus. Neither of them really believes in multivitamins. You tried to get them to take some vitamin D (they are mostly active at night! They need it!), but even Steven thinks they're silly.

He promised to drink more orange juice. You didn’t have it in you to tell him orange juice packed vitamin C and not D and instead thanked him for making an effort.

They also both loved you. Like a lot. And that was pretty crazy to wrap your mind around too.

Marc’s eyes locked with yours and you watched as his lips danced around his face, chasing off a smile. You gave him a warning look, but it had the opposite effect. He burst into a fit of snickers. He at least had the courtesy to try to hide it behind his hand. He sat up and tried to cover his tittering with the most obviously fake cough you have ever heard.

“Sorry, had a little tickle in my throat.”

You roll your eyes and lightly check his shoulder with yours, “I know you were the mastermind behind that. My sweet little Steenie Baby would never do that to me. You’ve corrupted him. Truly a terrible influence.”

Marc throws his head back in a laugh (possibly an evil one, you couldn’t tell). He kisses your cheek in an effort to win you over, and you hate to say it works. He pulls you into his lap, and you settle into his chest. His arms rest under yours as he links your fingers together.

You tilt your head to the side as Marc takes his turn to pepper you with kisses and remind you how much he loves you. When he’s satisfied that his message got across, he tucks his face into your neck. There he stays, pulling your arms across your waist so he can still hold your hands while he presses your body as closely into his as modern science will allow.

You sway along to a song that isn’t playing. Or maybe it’s not playing through the air but rather through your hearts. Perhaps the shockwaves of each throb are travelling through your bodies, having a private conversation you’re not meant to hear. A secret serenade.

After what seemed like both forever and not nearly long enough, Marc left his hovel with a huff.

“Steven says if we don’t eat right now he’s going to go ‘absolutely mental.’”

You giggle and offer an apology to Steven while Marc leans over and sets the tray in your lap. It's a cookie sheet that they folded a towel around, so it wasn’t as cold or ugly. You smile as you admire its contents. A single red rose beside your plate, which was covered by a large bowl flipped upside-down, behaving as a lid of sorts. You unveiled your dish and gasped at the beauty before you.

Where you expected (maybe edible) plain crepes, you were instead presented with a large stack of hearts dyed to look pink and layered with some sort of white cream and strawberry slices. The top layer was adorned with little tuffs of the cream on the outer rim, with whole strawberries in between.

You looked at Marc in utter disbelief, and he beamed at you, pride pushing his chest forward. “Happy Valentines Day, Sheyfele.”

You grabbed him by the cheeks and crashed your lips into his. The kiss was quick but steady and sure. “Thank you, both of you. I love you so much.”

You’re sure they can see your eyes becoming glassier, but neither comment on it. You extend the favour.

“We love you too…Now please try it. Steven really is losing his mind here.”

It’s delicious (the sweet cream hides the little bit of egginess well), and you share bites with Marc for a while. He goes to readjust; prop up the pillows behind him. Marc had been putting his body through the wringer since he walked out his front door all those years ago. While he is definitely still young, his body isn’t what it used to be. He fluffs his, then reaches to grab yours.

“What’s this, baby?” He holds up a book with an amused smile.

You laugh at the memory, “Oh, I was reading that this morning, but then you asked me to pretend to sleep, so I just hopped under the covers as quickly as I could.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he thumbed through the pages. A small slip of paper fell out, and as Marc examined it closer, he felt his heart in his throat.

“Hey (y/n), where did you find this?”

You glance at the paper and answer between bites.

“It was stickin’ out of your pant pocket.” You point to the pair hanging out of the hamper, “I’m sorry, was it important? I didn’t mean to steal it.”

You worry for a second that you might have upset him. You try to make light of the situation. “Imma strong believer in the ‘anything is a bookmark’ philosophy. You guys know my rule: use the first thing you see.”

Marc nodded in agreement, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Did you uh- did you see anything else? When you found this, I mean.”

You shook your head no. “I don’t meddle in any of the crazy shit you bring home, baby. I am not interested in accidentally gettin’ some pharao curse or getting hunted down by some god.”

Your answer gives him relief, and he laughs alongside you.

He tucks the paper back into your book and kisses your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Would you like Steven to read to you while you eat?” You excitedly nod your head, and moments later, you hear Steenie’s sweet voice.

“Alright, Alice in Wonderland; a classic. Good choice, love.” He kisses your temple, and you feel the same swell of pride in your chest that you would get when your teacher rewarded you with a little gold star. “Now, where were you?”

As you tear into your breakfast (sharing, of course) and Steven reads to you, you get hit with a feeling of gratitude. You feel at home here- with them. You feel safe and cherished. You feel more than joy; something better than happy. You feel contentment, fulfilled.

You had never been one to believe in fate before, but you thanked whoever was out there, whoever had heard your desperate prayers on your lonely nights. You thanked them for delivering…and then some.

Your boys were also feeling that gratitude. They couldn’t believe they had found someone so truly beautiful inside and out. A woman who was damn near fearless, with a kind heart, sharp intellect, and tremendous patience. You were a treasure to behold.

Every morning they wake up expecting to be back in the dusty old flat with only books and a fish for company. But then, when they open their eyes, there you are, and it feels like the most extraordinary gift they’ve ever been given. Your love is something deserving of its own fable or myth. Your story should be told in reverie. A story passed down for centuries, like that of Osiris and Isis.

But they also feel a little scared. They have big plans today. Plans to spoil you and fill your heart with joy. Plans to woo. Plans to convince you that they are worth it- that they’re worth you. Plans to prove to you that you are all they will ever need- all they will ever want. Plans to get on one knee. Plans to beg you to give them this chance at a happy ending. Plans to promise you yours.

Plans to pull a ring box from the back pocket of those pants dangling dangerously out of the hamper. Plans to slip the dainty gold band with a honey-warm, citrine gem- that he got on a mission last week in Bolivia- onto your finger. Plans to admire how it glows against your skin, and how despite its magnificence, it could never outshine yours. Plans that would have been ruined if you could read the Spanish receipt in your book.

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oven-thermometer · 2 years

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monster under the bed!death x reader

a/n: darksiders content??? who am i??

warnings: mentions of murder/death/stalking, not proofread

wc: 662

You lay unperturbed in a mellow state somewhere between sleep and awake on your plush bed. Your outstretched arm hung over the side – dipping past your peripheral vision into the darkness of your room. With your other hand twisting and turning between the moon’s rays running through your curtains; you were unaware of the cold fingers creeping their way further up the side of your bed closer to your unused hand.

You smiled to yourself. You enjoyed these rare moments of calm nights filled to the brim with moonlight and mindless thoughts. The pale white light danced between your fingers, landing finally on the crooked digits and broken nails holding themselves a few centimeters away from your delicate hands. They creeped closer ever so slowly, careful not to rouse your suspicion too soon.

Inhaling deeply, you swiftly turned over, missing the offending hand just as it withdrew back to it’s place under your bed. You chuckled. Forever amused by his antics, you humored him this one time. You rolled your eyes before letting them slip closed. With a deep, calm sigh you sunk further into the comforting sheets. Gingerly, you let your arm hang down once again, making sure it was so far down it almost reached the floor.

And as you planned, after only ten seconds of sweet silence, you felt the telltale signs of his hand reaching for yours and his eyes watching you. The calloused pad of his fingers and dry skin juxtapositioned your soft ones, maybe that’s why he loved holding your hand in his – just like he was now, having finally reached you. Dull amber eyes shined with new light as they took in your peaceful face. He knew you weren’t sleeping, but he was alright with that. As he peeked his out from underneath the frame of your bed for a better look, his jet black hair fell in unkempt tresses across your bedroom floor. The moonlight barely caught the ends of them, only lighting them where they could.

With the crickets outside your window singing the song of an undisturbed night under the lake of stars, he allowed himself to caress your hand, running his fingers over your knuckles and savouring the look that graced your features. You donned a cheeky smile, struggling to keep your eyes closed. Before you could open them, he lowered his head back slightly to cover himself once again – the darkness acting as his personal mask. Your gaze made it’s way down to what was unmistakably the eyes you’ve stared into hours for before. All you could make out from what he was allowing you to see were those fiery eyes and the worn down skin of his arm. The ends of your mouth were pulled down into a frown. Tattered cloth wrapped itself around his arm, further reminding you of the life he had to lead in the dark under your bed.

Every monster under the bed used to be human, or from what yours has told you. They were all people once. If someone plagued by nightmares all their life finally die to what was in those horrible dreams, they became a monster destined to live amongst the dust and boxes of forgotten memories sitting underneath everyone’s bed. Until they could claim the life of the owner of the bed they resided under, they stayed. Then and only then could they finally die and find peace within the death of another.

Both of you knew this, and yet the creature had never brought himself to end your life. You doubted he ever would, and he had to agree.

Between hushed whispers and long silences, you conversed with the supposedly nightmarish thing that found residence below where you slept. And you did just that. Eventually; his deep, hoarse voice slipped away and his hand drifted from yours as your eyes fluttered shut and you succumbed to sleep under the watchful eye of your very own monster under the bed.

#darksiders #darksiders death #darksiders 2 #darksiders ii #darksiders x reader #death x reader #darksiders death x reader

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flam-burr · 2 years

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Adveture - Yautvember day 2

Content: Ko'pa takes Elena on a hunt. It was supposed to be a calm and easy trip, but when you are mated to a ooman adventure finds you.

Tags: Fluff, action, space jungle, humans are weird

A/N: I don't really know if this can be considered and adventure, but I find it cute so her it is :3 The complete prompt list cha be found on @jacklycan 's profile. Enjoy!

The red star outlined the shapes of the trees, creating a soft halo of light behind their dark leaves. The air was thick with humidity and birds sang on the treetops as night crept closer.

Ko’pa had found a small crevice, covered enough to keep them warm during the night, and as he made sure the fire kept going Elena watched the show with starred eyes.

“This is beautiful.”, she said.

Ko’pa lifted his gaze from the fire to look at his ooman, crouched next to the entrance. The light of the dying star painted her dark hair with reddish hues, falling in waves on her bare back.

“Yeah, it is.”, he said.

Elena turned to face him, blushing slightly as she noticed he was not, in fact, looking at the trees like her and stood.

“Stop it, Don Giovanni!”, she laughed. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“You already are.”

“That’s a way of speech.” She moved to sit by his side, tugging on one of his tresses and earning a purring hiss from her partner. “But thank you for the adulation.”

Ko’pa put down the stick he was moving the fire with and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Elena on his lap as she laughed and weakly tried to escape his hold, ultimately holding to his shoulders to gain some stability.

“Hush, my chakria.”, Ko’pa whispered. “You will draw predators our way.”

Elena lifted her eyebrow, fixing her legs to sit on his thighs and lifting on her knees to look straight in his yellow eyes. Ko’pa held a purr as her core grinded on his, gripping her waist tightly as she caressed his face.

“Lucky me I have a strong hunter to protect me, then.”

Elena woke up at dawn. A silent ray of light crept inside the crevice, landing on her closed eyes and moving her to consciousness.

She stretched, feeling Ko’pa still wrapped around her, and opened her eyes.

A fast, green glimpse just over the entrance of their refuge caught her eyes and made her lift on her elbows.

She waited, silent as a dead. Her dagger leaned on the rock wall next to her.

She slowly reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers on the hilt, drawing the weapon near to her body and rotating the blade as a slight movement in the foliage made her alert.

A small snout popped on the other side of the rock. Blue nostrils trembling as it sniffed the air, then green fur and small yellow eyes. Last, two big, blue ears, popped in her direction.

Elena lowered her weapon as the little space mouse looked at her and tentatively climbed inside, sniffing around.

She had to hold the endeared “aw” she felt growing in her chest before waking up Ko’pa. That thing was as small as the country mice that roamed her grandfather’s house back on Earth.

Elena looked at the sleeping Yautja next to her, his green lids still closed and calm, then she slowly slipped out of his hold.

The mouse ran again outside and Elena rushed to wear her clothes before pushing herself on the other side of the rock edge.

She waited.

After a few moments, the mouse popped out again from the foliage and looked at her.

Elena cocked her head on the side: the mouse did the same then rushed in the low bushes toward the tree line.

Wait, damn it. Elena jumped out of the crevice and followed the little creature, dagger at hand, moving fast and as silent as she could in the vegetation. Every now and then she had to stop and look around until the mouse moved another bush. The small creature seemed to want her to follow it as it never disappeared for too long.

She still had to understand if this was a good or a bad thing when she felt the ground collapse underneath her feet.

“Porco d-!”

Elena crossed her arms on her chest, suffocating a scream as her body found a smooth, cold material and she began to slide in the dark. It could even have been fun if she had meant to fall.

The slide terminated in a small cave and Elena rolled to softer the arrest.

When she finally stopped moving, she lifted on a crouch and sighed.

“Damn mouse, where are you?”, she said.

The good thing was that the cave wasn’t completely dark. As her eyes got used to the new light, she realized the walls were emitting a dim, purple light.

Elena sit on her heels and lowered her dagger. She looked around with growing awe as crystal like shapes started to get clearer around her, painting her skin in lilac tones.

A light squeak startled her and lowering her gaze she found the space mouse sitting in front of her. It had three pairs of paws and kept the higher one lifted.

Elena leaned forward towards the animal and it sprinted away in the dark.

“Hey! Come here!”

She stood and ran after the animal through the glowing rocks.

Eventually, the tunnel opened on a vast room with a pool of crystalline water in the centre and long rocks on the sides.

Elena moved closer to the pool, where her little guide waited, and kneeled on the shore. A big shadow moved on the bottom, a sapphire blue, sinuous figure that was slowly rising to the surface.

The mouse ran away, squeaking, as the creature broke the surface and bared razor-like teeth.

Ko’pa woke up to the sound of the ground trembling, a rhythmic thump that moved the pebbles in the small crevice.

He opened his eyes and pulled Elena to his chest, but when his arm tightened on nothing his brain went completely alert.

He stood, looking frantically around, finding no sign of the ooman except for the lack of her dagger. Damn him, he was getting soft.

His chest grew heavier to the thought of what might have happened to her, of where she might have been, until a familiar sound drew his attention back to the thumping sound outside.

“Ko’pa! Come out!”

Ko’pa climbed outside of the crevice with his combistick at hand, but then stopped abruptly to the sight he was greeted with.

A tall, snake-like beast with blue scales towered over the entrance with four lizard clawed paws dug in the strong rock of the mountain to keep it in place. Its dripping mouth bared razor-like teeth, passing way too close to him as the creature lowered its head until he could see the woman on the other side of its spiked crest.

Elena looked at him with the biggest smile, arms wrapped affectionately around the creature’s neck as she spoke:

“Can we keep it?”

Glossary

Chakria = life mate

Porco d- = Italian blasphemy

#yautja x human #yautja #yautja oc #humans are space orcs #predator x human #original female character #original male character #adventure #yautvember #yautja boyfriend #predvember #the predator #outer space

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btsbling · 4 years

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— Vanilla Mornings — jjk

☁️ pairing: Jungkook x Fem!reader

☁️ genre: Fluff, Marriage!au

☁️ summary: mornings with him in your cozy, humble abode

☁️ warnings: smut, vanilla sex sort of?, unprotected sex (stay safe!), eating out

☁️ w/c: 1.45k

©️Btsbling (Except for the fanfiction, i do not own BTS or any members)

The bright early rays of sunshine washed into the room, painting it with a beautiful palette of amber gradients.

Steady heartbeats made your eyes slowly open, getting used to the early morning. Jungkook’s muscled arm lazily draped across your waist as he was still deep in dreamland.

You smiled, the warm feeling of pure love and tranquility made you want to stay in this moment for the rest of my days.

In the warm arms of your lover.

Looking out the window, the sun greeted you as a new day dawned.

It was...Magnificent.

You snuggled closer to Jungkook, taking a whiff of his vanilla scent that he regularly uses. Everything was perfect.

Outside, the trees began to sway slightly as they welcomed the soft breeze. There were hardly anyone in sight.

It felt like you were living in a world where there was only you and him.

You shifted to stare at him, a smile gracing your face as you silently watched him sleep. Till this day, you still couldn’t believe that this man, in all his glory, was yours.

You never thought that you could be this lucky, and truthfully you didn’t deserve him. But that wouldn’t stop you from loving this man with your whole heart, heck you would take a bullet for him.

You knew fully well that he would do the same for you.

You lifted your arm, hands softly brushing his hair away from his fringe, the silver ring gleamed from your fingers. Memories of the previous night making you flush slightly but smile in happiness.

You remembered Jungkook’s gentle yet desperate hands removing your wedding dress, moaning as he took off every piece of clothing while looking into your eyes.

He treated you like the queen you were, and his words made you feel another level of pride and confidence.

You remembered the way he held you tight, whispering sweet-nothings into your ear as he thrusted into you.

The way he appreciated you with his tongue, his hands and the way he made you feel like you were in a world of pure ecstacy.

You held up his hand in yours, interwinding them together as his finger dawned the similar wedding band as yours.

As of yesterday, you were officially his wife, his Mrs Jeon.

Jungkook awoke to you pressing light and feathery kisses on his neck. You were wearing his large shirt that made you look super delicious as you sat on top of him, attempting to wake him up.

“Honey, wake up” You whispered cutely in his ear. Jungkook held you tight before shifting positions with you till you were lying under him, giggling as he whined in your neck.

“don wanna baby, you’re so warm. So freaking nice” he mumbled. You let out a big chuckle and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as your laughter passed as beautiful melodies in his ears.

Jungkook hugged you impossibly tighter as you let out a groan, “Kookie you’re crushing me--” He loosened his hold you, resting on his elbows, staring down at his love.

Even in the early hours of the day, you were still as beautiful, maybe even more radiant than you looked, the first time he saw you. Memories flashed through his mind, going through the two years you had spent together and now he had the blessing to be able to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

Your hands touched his cheeks, bringing him back from his unconscious daze.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him softly, with a gentle smile. “How much i freaking love this absolute goddess right in front of me” he said, lowering his head to kiss your neck, where he new you were the most sensitive.

You moaned in response, arching your neck, giving him more access to your sensitive skin. “I’m so..freaking...lucky to have you baby” he said, pausing in between to kiss you at another spot.

“and now, i’m yours and you’re all mine” Jungkook said, raising his head to look at you once more. You teared a little, not used to someone openly complimenting you and worshiping you.

Although last night’s episode was another re run of Jungkook worshipping you non-stop, you had to admit you were slightly tipsy. But now, it was so clear to you.

The absolute adoration and immense amount of love for you that filled his eyes, it made your heart skip faster. Even after years of being with this man, he still made your pulse race and made butterflies pool in your stomach.

You pulled him down, to meet his soft lips. His hands ran down the sides of your body, without missing a single spot as he angled his face to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook sat up, his sweatpants low on his hips, and his abs full on displayed. You ran your hands, feeling the hard muscle of his chiseled body, making him groan, taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it.

“My princess”

In slight desperation, he pulled off his oversized shirt of you, blindly throwing it to the ground. He slowly maneuvered his way downwards, sucking and lightly nipping at your erect nipples that glistened with his saliva. He sucked on your right nipple, making you moan out his name, “j-jungkook” while he massaged the other.

“It’s alright baby, wanna hear your voice” he said as he let go of your nipple with a pop. His fingers lightly trailed the lips of your pussy, as you curved your back, desperately trying to meet his fingers.

“P-please” Jungkook smirked at you, before holding your thighs in place and moving down, leaving trails of hickeys down the inner side of your thigh, before he licked your pussy.

“aa-ahh” you moaned out loudly. “More, jungkook p-please” you pleaded, your hands wrapping tightly around his hair, as his face was stuffed between your legs.

“so fking wet for me baby? Such a naughty girl” he taunted before licking your pussy again. He carried on with this action, going faster at times and slower at others.

Nearing your orgasm, he quickly sped up. “J-jungkook yes yes! please i’m cumming” you practically screamed out. But jungkook lifted his head, smirking at you.

His face glistened with your juice, but your chest heaved up and down. Jungkook denied your orgasm, leaving you unsettled and wanting more, you swore you were almost going to cry without having the feeling of release.

Jungkook wiped off your juices with his fingers and sucking on them in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wanna cum with you, my love” he cooed, kissing you on the lips before taking his erect cock that leaked of precum from his sweatpants.

Lining it up to your entrance, he teased you, sliding his dick up and down through your folds and only entering his head before quickly pulling it out.

This made you whine and beg, “p-please jungkook, i need your c-cock. Please” and he couldn’t take it anymore. Entering you in one swift thrust, making you moan out in satisfaction of being stretched out.

Jungkook let you relax, before he slowly thrusted into you. He was slow and gentle this morning, knowing you were still sensitive from last night. He whispered his love for you as he thrusted into your tight pussy.

“i love you so much darling” he groaned out as he thrusted particularly deeper.

You left hickeys on his neck as he snuggled into your neck at times, leaving his cock to warm in your pussy.

As he started to gain more momentum, his thrusts became harder and more erratic. Skin slaps filled the room and the bed stand knocked on the wall slightly, moans and groans filled the walls.

“i’m cumming, cum with me baby, cum with me” Jungkook said breathlessly. You came with his words, clenching down and making him cum as well. Thick spurts of his cum filled your walls as he collapsed onto you but making sure you weren’t completely crushed.

As he took out his cock, white cream leaked out from your hole, and dripped down your legs, making him grin at the sight.

Jungkook prepared a warm towel for you and helped you clean up before throwing his hoodie on you and carrying you on his lap.

He snuggled into the side of your neck, loving the smell of your body wash. his big hands covered yours and he glanced down at the wedding bands, smiling. He loved the way it looked on you.

“Good morning, Mrs jeon” he whispered to you, capturing your lips once more, as the sun rose to greet the both of you.

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Dream A Little Dream of Me: Norman x Reader (part four)

-part four because I couldn’t fit everything in part three-i went overboard, I’m sorry

-please enjoy I worked a month on getting this out, haha. it is a labour of tears and love.

---->PREVIOUS PART <-----

Summary: You need your memories back. But how will you get them?

Gracefield House

Not a single soul moved for what felt like centuries. The moment Ray, Gilda and Don arrived at the scene, it was clear that nothing else could be done. Mama smiled at her children viciously. She wasn’t here to play nice any longer. Today, she was the hunter and her children the prey.

“It was a clean break. She will recover smoothly,” Mama curtly announced. “And Norman?” You didn’t like the way she looked at him, or the way her grip seemed to tighten on your limp arms. Her gaze dangerously narrowed and she said, “Your shipment date has been set.”

Your heart stopped. Norman’s shipment date had been set? No, that couldn’t be. Your plan required at least another week until everything fell into place. Norman was the core of it all. Without him, what would you do?

And speaking of which, he was going to die. Die. Die. Die. He was going to die.

You squirmed in Mama’s grasp, hoping--praying that you could maneuver around this. Norman wasn’t going to die. You wouldn’t let him.

“Let me--let me go!”

It was reckless and it was stupid to think he’d be able to evade Mama’s sight just like that, but you had to try. Didn’t Emma say you’d all leave here together?

“Norman--!”

He blinked as if he’d woken up from a long dream. He forced himself to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. Don’t struggle.

Don’t struggle? How did he expect you to sit around and do nothing? If anyone should be shipped out first, it should be you. Why? Because you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you let any of your family go.

Mama glared down at you with a cold smile. “You can’t fight me more than you can stop the sun from setting,” she said, heaving you higher off the ground. Your leg hit Mama’s arm and a cry escaped your lips. Norman flinched and Emma stood frozen in place.

You were always the strong one, not Emma, not Ray, and not Norman. Because you were one of the eldest, it was your responsibility to be the shoulder to cry on and to stand when no one else could. To see you holding back tears and gritting your teeth tight enough to make your gums bleed made Norman’s little heart break.

He didn’t care about his shipment date. All he wanted was to see you safe.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of faces, voices and regrets. The sharp pain in your leg long faded, leaving only a dull throb that stayed as a reminder of your failure. Yes, that was what you were, right? You couldn’t complete the plan even with Don, Gilda and Ray distracting Mama. You were pathetic. A waste of space.

The door creaked open and you sat up a little straighter. You smiled at the trio as they entered the room. “Hey guys.”

“How are you feeling?” inquired Norman. He took a seat by your bedside and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. Ray pulled up another chair. He hid his face behind his fringe to conceal his grim frown. It didn’t work though, and you merely smiled at him. He huffed irritably, as if he didn’t want you to know he worried so much.

“I didn’t think she’d go that far.” Ray quietly muttered. You knitted your brows together with a absentminded shrug. “And to think I was that close to getting her watch.”

Emma’s shoulders sagged. “I wish I had--”

“It’s fine Emma.” you said with a warm smile. “Broken bones heal, it’s not permanent.” She wrapped you in a tight embrace and you rubbed her back comfortingly. It was hard to look her in the eye anyway. The sadness she tried so hard to force down only added to your guilt, and you weren’t sure if you could think straight with all the regret.

“I’m sorry this happened.” you began. “Now that I’m hurt, you’re worrying for me.”

Emma pulled away as Norman gave a firm shake of his head. “None of this is anyone’s fault.” he stated. "None of us saw that coming, and even if we did, I’m not sure we’d be any good outwitting Mama on the spot like that.” He offered a gentle smile that made you feel just a little bit better.

-----

(University name), DAY TWO

Class went by rather quickly today, and maybe that was because you were sure you’d seen similar material before. Each answer came easily along with each mark on your paper like a memory from long ago. You’ve answered harder questions, much more difficult tests that held more weight than a simple grade.

“I was impressed by your extensive knowledge on world history,” said Mr. Baker. He was the world history teacher. Unlike the others, he was young, perhaps in his mid twenties. In the hour you’ve gotten to know him and the class, you’ve come to realise he’s a class favourite. For good reason, too. His jokes were phenomenal, the material entertaining, and the atmosphere, friendly.

It was like having a conversation between friends rather than teacher to student.

“Do you know what school you went to before you came here?” he inquired. You shook your head. “No. I don’t think I went to any school before this actually...but I’m not sure. I wish I knew, sorry Mr. Baker.” He offered a warm smile. “Maybe my jokes will remind you of something. In the mean time, don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll remember eventually.”

Eventually. You didn’t want to remember ‘eventually’. Living a life of ignorance was difficult as it was, why should you continue it? You adjusted your grip on a notebook and said, “See you tomorrow Mr. Baker.”

“Same to you, Letha.”

The cafeteria wasn’t hard to find. Students crowded in the hallways, pushing and shoving as they stuck close to hurry towards for their meals. You didn’t care much for the food. There wasn’t any way it could measure up to your, or Gramps’s, cooking anyway.

“Letha!”

You spun around as much as you could in the congested hall. Flanna raised a hand above her head and waved. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was looking for you. “Letha, you comin’?” There was no way out of avoiding the red-head. She had too much energy, and an eerily observant eye hidden under her smile.

“Hello to you too, Flanna.” you said, matching her step. Flanna grinned brightly. “Are you excited for lunch? My first day here, I thought it’d taste terrible. You’d be surprised how good it is, but maybe that’s because the school’s expensive.” She let out a snort that was lost to the chatter of the crowd.

The cafe wasn’t all too big. Despite the long tables stretching out across the floor, and the high ceilings and tall windows, it felt small. Crowded. The sheer amount of teens gathered in one area was daunting, scary even. It made your head spin, and your stomach lurch in disgust.

Was this what everyone dealt with every single day? How could they do it? This was madness.

Flanna patted your shoulder and led you towards the lunch line. “You get used to it after a while. Can’t say I have, but it’s not so bad.” She handed you a cup of fruit from a large cooler. You watched as she did the same and instructed the lunch lady on exactly what she wanted.

You copied her. It was all you could do to prevent embarrassing yourself.

Once you found a table, a long sigh left your lips. “That was actually...a bit stressful.” Flanna chuckled good-naturedly. “Oh, I get it, you’re shy, aren’t you? I had a friend like that back in ninth grade when I still lived in the countryside. Couldn’t even go in line without help from me.”

“What happened to that friend?”

“Moved away. Lots of people do. They like the city because it’s “full of opportunity”.” Flanna rolled her eyes. “I think it depends on what you want. I’d prefer a quiet life where all I have to do is take care of a farm. You know, sheep, chicken, cows. It’s easy because the only person who’s your boss is you.”

Flanna clearly didn’t favour modern life as much as her peers. She went on about the difficulties of technology and how they were “nothin’ but trouble” for simple folk. You couldn’t say much about that, but you wish you understood.

The rest of the day went by in a flash. It turned out, your last three classes were with Flanna. She didn’t talk as much in class, but she asked you a lot of questions about why you knew so much. Of course, you couldn't remember, but she didn’t know that. She didn’t know who you truly were.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

The setting sun illuminated the sides of your face as you glared at the frosty grass below your winter boots. You stood outside, wrapped tightly in your thick, fur coat. It was Gramps’s daughter’s before yours, so it smelled like him. The forest. A cosy fireplace. Hot chocolate. It did little to comfort your aching heart, and maybe that was because a part of it was still missing.

Standing in the last rays of sun reminded you of that boy with light hair and kind eyes. It reminded you of his touch that refused to leave your mind. He was scorched there like an emblem on wood.

“So why can’t I remember you?” Your words were lost to the harsh, frosty breezes. “Who are you to me?” He wasn’t family, that much you knew, nor a friend either. He was much more. Much closer to your heart than either of those.

-----

This wasn't a massacre. It was the shambles of a bloody war.

The remnants of limbs and broken bones lay strewn across the throne room, where pools of crimson stained the tile flooring with its iron stench. Part of you wished you hadn’t opened the door, and another said it was your fault for letting everything get this far.

Would you have been able to stop Norman if you ran faster? If you had stopped him earlier?

Your stomach flopped and turned. The smirk painted on Norman’s lips wasn’t right. It wasn’t him. He was satisfied, not with the massacre, but with how perfectly his plan had been executed. It played out like a game of chess. Each pawn he sent out had been eliminated, leaving only the most powerful pieces on the checkered board.

“I’m sorry,” Norman said. “It’s too late (Y/n).”

He wasn’t sorry and he sure didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for lying to you. Or at least, that was what you wanted to believe. Every fibre in your body screamed at you to run at him, slap him to the moon and back, or beat him to a pulp for lying and cheating you all. Yet you couldn’t do it. Not with the way he kept his eyes to the floor.

“I’m so glad you made it back safely,” he added. “It’s a shame you were a little too late.” Your gaze lingered on his for a moment longer before you cast it to Ray and Emma. They stood strong with you, yet you had a feeling they wanted to waver just as much as you.

Emma stared at the sticky crimson under her boot, eyes wide in disbelief. “They’ve...they’ve all been...?”

“Killed.” Norman plainly finished. “They killed each other and they’re all dead now. The Queen, the nobles, the Giran clan. All of them.” Despite the pleasant way he spoke, you had a feeling he didn’t mean it. The Norman you grew up with--no--the Norman you knew wasn’t like this. He was kind. Gentle. Sweet. He cared for everyone and everything, which was why he chose to be shipped out in the first place.

And why he always chose to be the sacrifice.

You heaved in a deep breath. If this were the reality of your situation, you had to accept it. Ignoring Norman for who he was and what he did wouldn’t do a thing.

“I reforged the Promise.” You made your way across the room, eyes straight and head held high. The smug glint in Norman’s eyes vanished.

“Everybody can escape to the human world and no one needs to fight. You don’t have to kill anymore, it’s over.” That was what you wanted to believe with every fibre of your being. But was it really all over? Could you escape to the human world and leave this place after what’s happened?

Norman shook his head, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“It’s too late for that.” he plainly said. “No, it’s impossible. A monarchy that has lasted thousands of years has collapsed. Governance for the demons is impossible now. So is peace.” He glanced at the lifeless body behind him. “Iverk was the last one, and I killed him myself.”

You stiffened.

“We’ve put a lethal fissure in the demon society. A fissure that can’t be mended. All that’s left to do is,” he threw out a careless hand, “shatter it. All of the demons will die out. There’s just one more factor left. We can’t go back now. We have no choice but to wipe them out.” He straightened and it was like you were staring at a different person. There was no kindness in his eyes, or that light that you’ve relied on to keep you waking up every morning. “Don’t get in the way.”

You clenched a fist. “No.” Your voice came out strong, reassuring. “What is the point in wiping out a whole race just because we can’t see eye-to-eye? There’s hope and I’ve finally grasped it! For thousands of years, there’s been a cycle of slaughter and war that we have to break. I don’t plan on standing back, and I don’t plan on letting you become more of a murderer!”

Norman’s eyes were dark from under his cloak. “(Y/n)...”

You stood your ground. Defying him was the only way you could stay strong, the only way you could convince him. “We’ll find a way together! It’s not going to be easy, but I know we can do it!”

“(Y/n)...!”

“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself again and I’m not letting you do this alone!”

Norman’s tight expression relaxed into an uncomfortably serene smile. “What are you talking about?” he lightly inquired. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m not going anywhere.”

You heaved in a sharp breath because he stopped telling you the whole truth ages ago. He stopped relying on you because he thought he had to do everything alone. “I can’t trust you. You’re a liar! You think you can fool me? I know something’s wrong with you, you’re just trying to hide it! Don’t underestimate the family you grew up with, stupid Norman. We can see through all your lies and tricks!”

You thought back to the day you walked into his office alone.

I know you Norman, don’t forget that.

It had been too long since you’d seen him and thought him dead. Too long since you were able to hold his hands in yours.

And because I love you, I don’t want to see you destroy yourself.

It was nice to see him again, yet there was something off about him. He hadn’t changed much besides growing as tall as a tree.

I admit, I don’t know why you act like you’re going to leave again...

The only difference was the hesitance in his stance. As if he were trying to hide something very painful in his chest.

...but I’ll do everything in my power to stop you.

Then he left your words open-ended, as if he knew he couldn’t possibly lie to your face like that. He knew you saw through him from the start. It was only a matter of time before he acknowledged it.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” you slowly inquired. “Because you’re so smart, you chose the reliable path. Because you’re so kind, you shoulder all the burden. I know you Norman, didn’t I tell you? You don’t want to slaughter the demons! And you don’t want to wipe them out either!”

That was the truth that shone in your heart. You wanted to believe in Norman because he always believed in you. If he didn’t then he wouldn’t have allowed you to go the Seven Walls. If he didn’t, then he wouldn’t have allowed you to walk without him.

“You shouldn’t lie to yourself,” you added. “What are you hiding? What are you so afraid of?” He raised a brow challengingly. “Afraid?” Norman wanted to laugh. “I’m not...”

“The Norman in front of me looks like a scared child.” You said it like it was fact, and judging by the way Norman’s gaze unfocused, you were right. He wasn’t just scared, he was terrified. Of the consequences, of how you would look at him again, of how the blood would never, ever wash off.

But it was okay, right? He was strong. Just a little longer and it would all be over.

You took a step forward. Norman firmly held out a hand. “Don’t come any closer.” His voice was void of any emotion, cold even. “I’ve come this far. I have no intention of turning back now.”

“Well that’s too bad!” you exclaimed. “Because neither do I! I’m not letting you go this time!” You grasped his hands in yours, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Yes, you’re strong, yes you’re smart and you’re amazing and all those great things, but you’re stupid too! And arrogant! Can’t you see that you aren’t alone? Don’t be afraid to believe in us! We’re here to share everything. The tough, the burden, the painful things and the scary!”

Emma nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’ve done that since day one. It’s what we’re here for!” Ray locked gazes with Norman. He wasn’t about to be left out of this, not after Norman’s little stunt back in Grace Field. “Don’t be so reserved either,” he added. “Just spill it!”

You squeezed his hands tighter and stood a little closer. “You don’t need to protect us anymore! We want to walk with you, not behind you!” Answers were simple, but the journey was everlasting and dangerous. You understood what it took to get here even if you weren’t walking in Norman’s shoes. It was difficult. Terrifying. But with all the accomplishments under your belt?

It was time to reunite with him.

“Your family and siblings are your friends.” added Ray. “We don’t want a future where you end up suffering no matter what the result is. And you? What do you want? What do you want to do, Norman?”

He pulled away and the warmth left your hands. “No, it’s no good.” he stated. “You’re already too late. I’m...I’m in a place where I just can’t go back. You can’t walk alongside me--”

“We know.” you interjected. Emma nodded. “About the poison, Mujika and Sonju...”

“And the experiment in the basement.” added Ray. A hopeful smile inched itself onto your lips. “See? We’re not too late. It’s okay to be vulnerable. If you’re the real Norman, then let’s lose our way together. Let’s struggle too, and laugh.” You held out a hand and Emma and Ray joined you.

“Let’s live together.”

Norman didn’t struggle to keep his cool. You re-called the look in his eyes, the same one you saw that night he was told his shipment date. He cried, not just because he chose to get shipped out, but because he was scared. For you. For himself. For his family.

That stifling look of serenity washed off his face. His lips trembled, his shoulders shook, and his eyes watered. You all wrapped each other in a tight embrace. No one deserved to face all the ages of time on their own, no matter what it was, and more than anything, you’d do that for him.

“But...” Norman’s voice trembled. “It’s too late. It's pointless because of the drugs we were forced to take. We don’t have much longer left to live--we can’t live on.” He collapsed to his knees in a heap. “Help me... (Y/n), Emma, Ray... Please...”

That was when all the puzzles finally fit. After laying in wonder for so long with thoughts that kept you awake until the sun rose, you understood. The hesitance in his walk. The way he tried to hide his sluggish step. The way he acted like he was running out of time.

“You’re dying.” The words left your lips before you could even stop them. “It’s...the drugs from Lambda, right?” Norman tried to suppress a sob, but it came out in a way that sounded like he was chocking on his own lies and tears. You took a knee, gently placing a hand on his cheek. “Oh, Norman.”

He couldn’t stand the soft look in your eyes, or the tone in your voice that was like a warm summer breeze. You should have yelled at him. Should have stamped your foot against the ground and growled and slapped him. Yet you knelt in front of him, caressing his dampened cheeks with a touch that said it would all be okay.

Norman wouldn’t look at you--no--he refused to because he was just as you said: a liar. Why were you so kind to him when all he did was lie? He said he’d let you go to the Seven Walls. He said he’d wait for you. He said he wasn’t going anywhere and that he’d live, laugh and do everything to be there with you, for you.

Norman wondered what a murderer like him ever did to deserve you.

-----

The grass crunched under your feet. Towards the brick walls you walked, following the sun as it lowered deeper and deeper towards the ground. You had to keep reaching for it. You had to see it.

In times of trouble, it was your beacon of hope, the last bit of your old life you were sure you could recall. No matter where you were, it was always the first thing you followed. Towards the light. Towards that ray of hope.

You came to a stop at the edge of the school grounds, right where the gates separated you from the outside world bustling with life. The occasional car zoomed through the streets, interrupting the quiet air with its incessant honking and screeching.

The sun disappeared over the horizon, bathing the skies in navy blue and purple.

“Excuse me.”

The voice was light, warm, polite.

“You should really hurry home. It’s not safe out here at this time, especially since we’re students.”

You stuffed your cold hands in your pockets. “I really appreciate your concern,” --you turned to face him-- “but I’m fine. Thank you.”

A boy with light hair and kind eyes met your gaze. Something about him reminded you of something--no--someone. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but the boy did. He’d never forget you, no matter how many lifetimes he lived.

“(Y/n)?” He was breathless, frozen in time as you awkwardly knitted your brows together. (Y/n) wasn’t your name. It was Letha, the name Gramps gave to you because you couldn’t remember your own.

Your confused frown made the boy’s eyes well with tears. You stared, watching as he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a pained sob. He was a student here just like you, sporting the traditional sweater vest, white button-up with a tie, and black slacks to match. You’ve never seen him before, yet he looked so...familiar.

Gosh, why couldn’t you remember?

“It’s been over a year and,” he chocked, “I’ve looked everywhere. How could you--how could you do all that for us? You promised we’d live together, but you reforged the Promise and--and...”

The boy's knees wobbled, and out of instinct, you threw out your arms. He fell into you, right at the crook of your neck. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew his tears must have been frozen by now. It was cold out here.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was small, fearful almost. It made the boy cry harder. “I don’t know you, but why don’t we go inside? There should be a cafe down there, and they’re open late, so...”

“I’m sorry.”

You paused.

“I’m so sorry.” he echoed. “I wish I was there. I wish--I wish it were me--but instead...”

You patted his back as if you’d known him for a lifetime. Maybe you felt bad and that was why you hadn’t shoved him off, or maybe, it was because having him in your arms felt so right. Familiar in a way you couldn’t put into words.

Your gentle touch made the boy’s sobs relapse. He curled into you, wrapping his arms around your middle like you’d run away. Like you’d disappear. There was something so nostalgic about this hug and the way you both had your arms around each other.

It had happened before.

“The Promise,” the boy muttered, “you made it in exchange for--”

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Bright, blue sky stretched out as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful, and oddly calm. Perhaps a little too calm. After running through a maze of illusions and riddles you struggled to solve, you arrived in this place. Alone. The ground was like water, and with each step you took, it rippled and fanned out.

Someone sat in the middle of this endless sky and water, hovering over it serenely.

“What is it you seek?” the demon inquired. You stepped forward. “I want to reforge the Promise.” The demon’s single eye gazed straight through you, as if you were nothing more than a sheet of paper held to the light. “Sure, (Y/n).”

You pursed your lips together. He was unnervingly calm, child-like even, and you had a feeling it had to do with his ‘reward’ after the promise.

“So what is it you seek?” questioned the demon. “You must give me a reward as well.”

Yes, that was the catch. But what could it be? This demon was a being higher than anyone in the land, a god that once split the world in two. He transcended time, yet remained relatively simple-minded and difficult to read.

“The reward,” the demon fiddled with an orb in his hands, “hmmm... It would have to be something important. Ambition. Desire. What someone longs for. What I would want is something important to the other party. Will you make a wish despite that?”

This was for more than your family and Norman. You had people relying on this one choice, this one Promise.

“Yes, I will make a wish despite that.”

It all meant more than the world to you. You had to liberate your family, the children who were raised like livestock and mass-produced like wild animals. And the mamas who fought to survive--you had to think about them too.

“I wish for all the cattle children to cross over...”

They didn’t choose that life of suffering. None of you did.

“And after that, for it to be completely impossible to pass between the two worlds.”

The demon continued to stare. You stood strong and proud with the weight of all humans in this Neverland on your shoulders. If he granted your wish, then the tide would turn and you’d be able to save everyone and everything.

“I will grant that wish,” he said. “And the reward I want are your---”

----

“Memories?” The words fell from your lips in a hasty breath. More than anything, you valued finding them. It was the only missing piece in your heart. The last portion of the unsolved mystery.

This boy--whoever he was--talked about you like he knew you. Held you like you meant something. Said that name, (Y/n), like it were his life line. He pulled away with a sniffle, settling his hands on your shoulders with a loving touch.

“You don’t remember me.” He lifted a hand and raised it to place on your cheek. But he couldn’t touch you like he used to. Not when you looked at him like he was far away and out of your reach.

“You don’t remember me.” the boy quietly repeated. He began to pull away, but you grasped his hand in yours. It was warm, soft. “No, I...I’ve seen you before.” There was a pained look on the boy’s face, as if he thought you were lying to him.

“Haven’t we been through this before (Y/n)?”

No, said your mind. Yes, said your heart.

“You shouldn’t lie to yourself.”

Your grip tightened around his hand, but not enough to hurt him. “I...I do know you. You’re...” You shouldn’t lie to yourself. You shouldn’t lie to yourself. You shouldn’t lie to yourself. But you did know this boy, and all this time, you yearned to see him.

Remember.

Who was he to you?

Who were you to him?

Remember.

Remember!

“I can’t remember your name,” your eyes welled up with cold tears, “but I know I’ve missed you all this time.” You pulled his hand to your cheek as he brought you close. The scent of parchment, aged books, and the woods. Yes, that was nostalgic, so much that it felt right. The final piece, fragmented and broken, began connecting again. It brought the dots and the gaps you tried so hard to fill together.

But something else was still missing.

The boy pulled your head to the crook of his neck and rocked you from side to side in the moonlight. Even the hazy streetlights were drowned out by the stars. You liked to think it was because this part of the city was quiet, isolated, from the rest of the world. And the rest of your worries.

“Norman.” he said.

You looked up at him.

“My name is Norman.”

“And mine is...(Y/n)?”

“Yes,” he said with a bittersweet smile. “I think the day I fell in love with you was when you got excited about something Ray told you. Ray is our family if you’re wondering, and so is Emma, and Gilda, Don...” He told you about people you once knew, and the life you once lived. Some parts he left out, and others he kept.

But you wouldn’t have known. Not when your memory laid in fragments.

“...And so we looked for you. I didn’t think you’d be here, but I’m glad you were.” He laid his chin on the top of your head. “You used to joke that I’d never be taller than you, but now I am.” A sad chuckle left his lips. “I wish things could be different and that you--”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a flash of red hair. Your head began to pound and you nuzzled closer into Norman.

“What’s wrong?”

“My head hurts.”

He ran a hand through your locks, arms folded close around you as he hummed a sweet tune. It was sad, melancholy, and the only one you’d ever known your whole life. “I know that song.” you mumbled. Norman smiled softly. “Mama used to sing it to us all the time. When Ray had nightmares, she put him to sleep with this song.”

The pounding in your head increased and you squeezed your eyes shut. “I did too. I sang...to you.” Norman’s lips parted, but he settled on a nod and smiled instead. “You remember?”

“I think so.” The memory was hazy, as if someone were trying to make you forget for good. But you fought that urge, held on to the image of a room with white sheets and bed lined up side by side. “You were...talking to me...about a...I don’t know...”

“Go on.”

“You were crying late at night...so I...I sang to you.”

Norman kissed the top of your head. When he was in Lambda, locking in that room all alone running through test after test, he held fast to that memory. It kept him from giving up on what he fought for, and kicking the bucket for good.

“I missed you so much.” he wistfully whispered. “You can’t leave me again, or else you’ll break my heart for good.” You looked up to meet his watery eyes. “Why would I leave?” Norman shook his head. “It was in the Promise, wasn’t it? You can’t break it.”

The pounding began to fade. You tiredly smiled, but it was warm and thankful and happy. “That won’t stop me, Norman. I don’t think I could live without you.” He warmly chuckled, intertwining his hands with yours. “Me too.”

And it was then that you began to feel a little more complete, a little more you from then. You were sure you wouldn’t have to dream another little dream of your wodeerful Norman any longer, for he would be right by your side, where you both belonged.

You released his hands and cupped his cheek. It was a natural act you didn’t even have to think twice about. When you were you, you had done this more than a thousand times. Your lips connected in a sweet kiss. He tasted like coffee and tea rolled into one, and you had a feeling it was because he couldn’t choose which was better.

“I love you.” you said. He warmly smiled, but underneath, it was almost sly. “I love you too. Why don’t we do some catching up?”

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 26.

The Darkling x Reader

You didn't speak a word, didn't move a muscle. The anger raged inside of you like a storm, tearing every rational thought down on its path. it didn't help that even though he lied to you, your love for him never dwindled. You might as well have been back at Kribirsk, for you were so in your head you didn't pay attention to anything going on around you. The only thing that broke your trance was the unmistakable sound of volcra closing in. You listened to their shrill cries, the wails reverberating across the Fold.

'I should just tear this down' You heard Alina urge, desperation seeping into her words. She was powerless, only her words had any effect. You longed to help them too, to end the volcra's suffering but that couldn't happen without you sacrificing yourself in the process. Alina had her heart set in the right place, but you wouldn't ever let the Fold fall.

'And what can you really do on your own?.....besides, it would be a monumental waste of power.' Aleksander was quick to shut her down, his own reasons for keeping the Fold standing up against hers.

They swopped lower and lower, their black wings visible from beneath the shadows. You peered closer to the edge of the skiff, looking out for more of the poor creatures and spotting one right above the skiff.

Reaching your hands out in an attempt to move the volcra, a bright flash of light beat you to it, the rays burning your skin like nothing you'd ever felt in your life. Your knees hit the deck before you could register what was happening as your hands gripped the edge of the skiff. It hurts. A silent groan left your lips, too quiet for anyone to notice. The burning continued, this time in your mind. It left a buzzing sound behind so loud it echoed along the walls of your mind, deafening you in the process. The pounding was paralyzing.

Nobody on the deck noticed the Deputy General kneeling in pain, they were all too fixated on the Sun-Summoner and the Darkling to glance an eye in your direction. Alina's light had hurt you, hurt the child of Merzost as if you were a volcra.

Even in the depths of the Fold and in your home, you were too weak to spare a look at what was going on at the front of the deck. The skiff was approaching Novokribirsk now, the natural light from the other side filtering through Alina's tunnel. You had been bent over in pain for majority of the trip and still, nobody noticed.

You felt a lull in the skiff's movement, but the pain in your head was still too much. It stung and pulsed, dulling every single sense in your body. There was nothing else you could concentrate on but the pain, this horrid debilitating pain. You grasped at your power, trying to calm your spiraling heart rate, trying to stop the blood from rushing so quickly but you were stumped; helpless. Your eyes had long shut tightly, seeing only a pure white sight. Not even your mind spared you the safety blanket of darkness.

A hand on your shoulder suddenly snapped you out of it, grounding you back to the deck of the skiff but its touch disappeared almost as soon as you'd felt it. The buzzing was still deep within your skull, playing like an out-of-tune violin. You snapped your head up, meeting the eyes of none other than Ivan. His expression read one of fear and utter terror and you didn't understand why.

You stood up wearily, coming face to face with the heartrenderer, and watched as he took measured steps away from you before coming to Aleksander's right hand yet again. You looked to Aleksander, though your eyes were still squinted in pain, you could make out his unforgettable stature.

'And I shall do mine.' His arms were outstretched- ready to pounce

You turned your attention to the skyline and watched as the light from Novokribirsk mellowed and the view of the port diminished. In horror, you watched as the Fold expanded, as directed by Aleksander, and destroyed the lives of many in the process. You could hear their screams and shouts; the pain.

But you also felt a surge of strength and of power. It fought the buzzing sound idly as you watched the shadows bleed into the air.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!' You ran up to the front of the deck, shoving him aside and watching with wide eyes the damage that had been done. His hand came to entangle around your arm but you shoved him away, both with your strength and a gust of wind.

You turned your head to look at him but instead found your eyes looking to Alina, who took it as her queue to further project the tunnel of light into the docks. A volcra flew by, disintegrating into the wrecked town and its surroundings. Novokribirsk was gone. Zoya looked at it with pure terror and dread and an earlier conversation came back to you, one where she spoke of her family. Oh Saints.

'No you don't' He took hold of Alina's hands and brought back the shadows already pooling at light's edge. The screams ripped through the air once more, the volcra cries stabbing at your heart again. You turned your head to look back to Zoya when a strand of your hair caught your attention. It no longer contrasted the black kefta at all. You ran to the small mirror on the deck and stilled at the reflection.

The person staring back at you in the plane was not you. The girl in the mirror donned black hair. Hair so dark it left no traces of other pigments. Her eyes were a glittering onyx with small black capillaries shooting through the whites of her eyes. Black veins poked out from under her kefta collar, and upon further inspection, the same black veins traveled down to her hands, curling around her wrists like a bracelet. The running of the veins was like a design, it flowed like a pen on paper drawn by an artist. They were Merzost.

You stared at yourself in shock. This was not you; it couldn't be. But the girl in the mirror said otherwise.

A scream broke you out of your trance, the familiar name snapping your neck to its origin. Mal.

Mal lay splayed out on the ground with blood pooling out of his mouth and Alina perched next to him, reaching for his hand. The foreign dignitaries stood frozen as they watched the scene play out, their fear filling the atmosphere pungently. The skiff abruptly moved, its sails once again filling with air. Zoya stood at the top, hands outstretched and eager.

'General Kirigan, this will only turn the world against you and all Grisha. You’ll be seen not as a savior, but a heretic.' The irony.

In a swift motion, Ivan takes control of all their hearts and one by one they drop dead-like lifeless dolls. A gasp escaped your lips as your position is once again known and Aleksander's eyes land on you, all of you. His brows raise at your appearance.

'I’ll have to give that speech again now, Y/N, won't I? Or will you have the decency to join me next time?' He directs your way.

'Me? Are you insane?' Your anger could no longer contain itself as you launch the Cut his way knowing well he would dodge it. He moved to the side, launching one your way too. Instead of dodging it, you split it right down the middle, sending it over the rails. The skiff picked up its speed, making you slightly lose your footing and Aleksander noticed too.

'ZOYA' He roared up to her in warning, but you willed her not to listen. Instead, she egged the skiff forward.

'You promised me!' Two slivers of shadows crept up your legs and wrapped themselves around your wrists, pulling your hands away from each other and rendering you useless.

'That was before you murdered a whole town!' You strained your arms, trying your hardest to loosen the grip of his shadows. 'You took her light, General. If you wanted to be like me you could have just asked' Even in the face of his betrayal, you still couldn't bring yourself to say his name in public. His name was sacred, it was your secret.

'I don't want to hurt you Y/N' He took calculated steps toward you, eyes flooded with despair. His hand came up to your hair, taking a piece and inspecting it carefully 'What happened?'

'I came onto this skiff, that's what happened.' you spit. 'How are you alright with what you've just done?' Your own previous experience haunts your mind for a brief second, the occurrence still a trauma. He on the other hand looks unbothered. Another day at work.

'I did what I had to -' His words get interrupted by the sound of gunshots, ones you can feel zip by your ear and head his way. He sends the cut flying behind you and the shadows at your wrists let up just as a knife embeds itself in his chest. You watch as the same veins on your body crawl up his neck. His are more abundant, nothing like yours in appearance, but they are there.

'It will take more than THIS' he rips the knife out and folds his hands in front of him and the shadows race forward 'You stay in the dark' The back of the skiff now settled itself into the Fold, the volcra flying above like the predators they are.

Zoya. You take a look at Aleksander whose eyes are closely watching you along with Ivan's.

'Don't.' His words are clear but you don't care. Zoya is back there. You listen to his steady heartbeat and feel the air in his lungs. The Fold's nothingness swims in his lungs, swirling from each breath he takes. Without thinking, you knock the air out of him and slam his body against the rail of the skiff, running to the back of the skiff to help Zoya. Just as you clamber up the stairs, you see her blue kefta dropping to the ground and a volcra swarming toward her.

'NO' You knock it out of the way and cushion her fall with a gust. A Suli girl runs over, checking on Zoya briefly but turns to you. The volcra circle over the skiff.

'Ready?' You nod. The young girl nods back and clutches knives to her chest. You count the number of pulses on this side of the skiff, too many to risk.

You start by sending out your flames and then the shadows, filling the volcra's lungs with the tendrils while she attacks it with her knives. Its shrills are pitiful but you block them out. It doesn't seem to give up as it flies closer to her, completely ignoring you. The wind blows it away briefly before a man with a cane goes toward the volcra mercilessly. You curse out loudly, knowing that the noise attracts others, you can feel them coming.

'Alina, for Saints sake!' You shout as you watch her from your position laying on the ground, not even trying. You run back down to the deck, only one thing on your mind. If she can't light it up then I will, but as you run, his strong hands come to lock yours behind your back and one comes to your throat.

'Was this the plan all along? He says in your ear and his hold tightens, slowly blocking off your air. His voice is strained and you could swear he sounds hurt.

'I came back for you, it's always been you.' you plead. You still love him, you do. But my morals and my love are two different things.

'I really thought I could trust you again. But you only ever want what is mine.' Your vision turns blurry as you feel your chest contract. Ivan. 'If you love something let it go, isn't that the saying?' Your head bops forward slightly which seems to be enough for him to let your drop to your knees in front of him, right next to a dying Mal.

As you try to regain your awareness, the sounds of volcra in your head become too much to bear. They drown out everything as they approach the skiff, silently letting you know they will kill everything on the other side of the light. You struggle to get up, hands clawing at your throat as air enters your lungs again. As if that wasn't enough for your already frail body, another flash of light expels from Alina. The burning sensation overwhelms you again, dwindling your will to live. It burns worse this time, singeing you all over. A scream of pain erupts from your lips as you watch the veins on your hand become darker and darker.

A hand around your waist surprised you as it helps you get up from the ground. 'It's okay, It's okay' Aleksander. His forehead is pressed up against your temple as you continue to cry out in pain. You open your eyes briefly and look at the hand holding your waist- void of a Stag bone. The shock is barely enough to let you forget the pain though.

'It hurts' Your own tears burn as they roll down your face.

'I know' He leaves a kiss to your temple before leaning down to your ear 'I love you, you can still keep the promise Y/N. Please' His arms tighten one last time before leaving you feeling cold in the absence of the Fold.

Slowly, the reality of the situation settles in your stomach. He just said his goodbye, and I never told him I loved him too. Everything stills again and nothing seems to process in your mind. Maybe I'm dying, maybe Alina killed me.

You can hear her shout for Mal as he and Aleksander battle it out on the unlit sands. You can hear her struggling as Ivan collapses her blood vessels. You can hear Ivan's lifeless body drop to the ground. But your mind refuses to cooperate.

Even as a volcra sweeps down and grabs Aleksander mercilessly, you push your body past the limit and jump overboard, letting out pathetic shouts of plea to the volcra, bring him back to me, please. Your powers don't rise to your call, your mind won't listen.

The light shoots out again from a now awake Alina, but your numb now, the pain had reached its limit.

Zoya begs for you to come back to safety, Mal grabs your limp body and tugs you back but you shove him off with the last of your strength. The Crows stand by on the deck and listen to your heartbreaking sobs. Nobody misses the way the atmosphere in the Fold shifts with every cry, how the usually empty place emanates one single emotion; anguish.

They sit and watch in fear and astonishment as volcra fly above you, never once attacking. They watch as they settle on the sands, heads cowering to your shaken body, and they listen to the cries, ones very alike in pain to yours.

They watched as the Little Witch loses her soulmate, in the one place she ever knew as home.

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Epilogue.

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Smile [Javier Peña x Reader]

Summary: making a desperate attempt to get your boyfriend, Javier Peña, to crack a smile, you’re hit with the spontaneous idea to dress up as him and put on a little show. Thank you @pascalpanic for putting the idea in my head!

Warnings: mention of alcohol, cigarettes, guns, typical Narcos themes (but only very brief) -- mostly just tooth-rotting fluff.

Rating: 13+

Word count: 1700

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You loved Javier -- you really did, but he had his down days just like everyone else. It seemed like, due to the nature of his job and the fact his department had made very little progress in pursuing Escobar, this week in particular had been a tough one for Javier. He’d gone through a whole extra pack of cigarettes and it was only Wednesday, and the bottle of scotch you’d been keeping for your next dinner party with the Murphy’s, had been completely drunk by one suspicious looking mustached man with a wet upper lip. You didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t need you to chastise him or make him feel bad. He needed your comfort, and you needed him to smile.

So that was your mission. To make Javier Peña smile. Of course you didn’t expect it to be easy, but you were determined, and that was enough.

The idea first came to you when you were tidying up after Javi. He wasn’t normally this messy, but you knew he’d been going through some shit at work and so picking up his laundry wasn’t a huge deal. You grabbed the crumpled up pink button down shirt from the edge of his bed and smiled, a gush of warmth flooding your heart. It was your favourite shirt -- hell, your favourite colour to see him wear. He could pull off pink better than any other man you’d ever met.

You went to fold up the shirt into a neat little square, like you’d done with the rest of his clothes, when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror, holding the shirt. You hummed, measuring it against your body and admiring the way the colour brought out a shine in your eyes. You didn’t normally wear pink but maybe it wouldn’t look that bad on you. So, with a quick hum, you pulled off your own tee and pulled Javier’s shirt over your shoulders. As you buttoned it up and adjusted the collar, your smile turned into a grin as you admired the way it looked on you. You just had to show Javier and ask him what he thought. After all, he always loved to see you in his shirts.

You tucked part of the shirt into your dark blue denim jeans, revelling in the way you had accidentally ended up looking like your boyfriend from just putting on his shirt. If this wasn’t going to make him crack a smile, you weren’t sure what would.

You shuffled out of the bedroom and into the living room, finding Javier lounging on the couch with a cigarette dangling in between his lips. His eyes narrowed as he focused on whatever was on the television. You sighed upon seeing he was watching the news. You had told him to try and avoid the local news because it only seemed to make his mood worse -- seeing all the death and destruction that was happening around Bogotá in particular, by the hands of narcotics. You grabbed the remote control and zapped the TV off.

Javier furrowed his dark eyebrows and his head snapped to face you, but before he could complain or groan about why you’d shut the TV off, his mouth went dry as he took in your appearance. His jaw locked open and his dark eyes flicked up and down your body.

“Ta-da!” you giggled, doing a little spin for him.

Javier folded his arms over his chest, bemused, before stumping out his cigarette and discarding it in the ashtray.

“You look… good.” He mumbled, his eyes not leaving you once. You were just waiting for him to smile. You posed a little, desperate to try and get something out of him before throwing your head back in defeat and sighing. “What’s wrong?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You looked down at your outfit and thought long and hard. “It’s missing something, isn’t it?” you questioned yourself, avoiding Javier’s comment completely.

“What?”

But before you could even respond, you had already whisked your way back into the bedroom, diving into yours and Javier’s closet looking for one particular thing. There it was. The khaki green bulletproof vest. You omitted a small ‘oof’ when you picked it up, underestimating just how heavy it was, before finding the velcro straps and shuffling into it. You looked in the mirror again, subconsciously raising your eyebrows as you saw just how broad the vest made you look. You tapped your fist into the padding a few times, experimenting just how hard it was. It definitely made you feel safe, that’s for sure, and it brought you comfort knowing that Javier donned this exact vest during his missions and stake-outs.

You padded back into the living room, and--

“Ta da!” you said again, poking your fingers into the bulletproof tac vest.

You didn’t think it was possible, but Javier’s frown only grew as he sunk back into the leather sofa. “Hermosa… what are you doing?” he sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“You don’t like it?” you quizzed, a little sad that he didn’t appreciate your efforts.

“I’m just confused.” he confessed, exasperated.

“Hm…” you hummed, looking around the living room. “Does it need more?”

“What?”

You walked into the kitchen and unlocked the safe. It was where Javier insisted on keeping a gun. You picked it up, immediately not liking the way it felt in your hands, and walked back into the living room. Upon seeing you hold the gun, Javier’s eyes became comically wide and he stood up.

“Is safety on?” Was the first thing he asked, terrified you’d injure yourself in some way or another. You took a second to check the weapon before nodding in affirmation, and Javier breathed a bubble of relief. “Okay. Put it down.” Javier grumbled, his frown framing his face as his clearly unamused gaze followed you across the room.

You tucked the gun into the back of your jeans, just like Javi would, and smirked in his direction.

Your smile only grew when you grabbed his yellow tinted aviators from the coffee table and pushed them up the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, I see what you’re doing,” Javier rolled his eyes. “You can stop now.”

You grabbed one of the many take-out menus from the side table and quickly glanced over it, familiarising yourself with the dishes. You cleared your throat and straightened your posture before holding up the menu and doing your very best Javier Peña impression.

With a low, smouldering grumble, you presented the menu in front of Javier and --

“This pizza is DEA. Mark my words, it will get justice.”

In that moment, Javier swore that his heart imploded into an abundance of glitter and colourful confetti. There was something so magical and pure about seeing you stand before him, dressed as him and doing your very best impression. It was a little dumb, a little dorky, but most importantly it was 100% authentically you -- always doing your absolute best to care for your boyfriend and comfort him in the most unique types of ways. You noticed the way his eyes lit up, and although he still wasn’t smiling, you became filled with warmth knowing you had gained some kind of reaction out of him (albeit small).

��I’m agent Peña,” you forced a frown and dramatically pulled off the yellow tinted Ray Bans, hooking them into the v of your pink shirt. “I’m DEA. Partners with agent Murphy,” you clicked your tongue before continuing. “Ese idiota. Hate that guy. Only… not really. Love him really. But… I love my girlfriend even more.” You smirked before walking towards him and sliding onto his lap and pressing your hands against his chest. “Javi…”

“Hm?” he hummed, and you could tell at this point he was deliberately trying to fight it back.

“Smile.” you whispered, nudging your nose against his.

And then, he let go. His perfect plush lips curled into a grin so wide the rare little dimple appeared in his left cheeks and the corners of his chocolate brown eyes crinkled in delight.

“I love you so much querida,” Javier beamed, smoothing out your hand and cupping your face in his large hands. “I’ll always love you.”

And with that, he captured your lips into a typical, heated, Javier Peña kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around your body as he skillfully navigated his fingers to the velcro straps of the tac vest, undoing them carefully to get you out of it. He carefully pulled the gun out from your jeans and placed it on the coffee table, along with his sunglasses. When you pulled off him to catch your breath, he was still smiling, and he pulled the bulletproof vest off your body before haphazardly discarding it on the floor.

“And you know how much I love seeing you in my shirts.” he mumbled, licking a stripe along your jaw and peppering kisses into the crook off your neck. You rolled your hips over his denim clad thigh and his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of your own jeans, before he hooked his fingers under the hem of the material and dipped them into your panties.

You moaned wantonly, letting your fingers tangle in his dark locks of hair. “I love you too, Javi.” you whispered before pressing your lips against his once more.

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 12

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 5.8K

warnings: minor explicit language

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As much as you tried to, you couldn't stop replaying the scenes from outside your apartment when you finally took things into your own hands, or lips rather, and finally moved things along with Aaron.

Everything about the kiss was everything you had wished for and more. And as you tossed and turned in bed that night with a stupid grin on your face from the excitement, you drifted off to sleep thinking about what as to come.

Aaron felt the same way. He couldn't believe that the kiss actually happened. As he drove home from your apartment, as much as it killed him that he had to go, he found himself still thinking about you and how your lips melded perfectly to his. The way you played around with his hair, which he never even expected to enjoy as much as he did.

He tried to profess his every feeling for you in his every touch and kiss. Every fiber of his being was completely and entirely yours. He wanted no one else but you.

Which was why he decided to wake up early the next day before he had to go to work, before the sun even peeked over the horizon and was already going along with the plan that he had come up with for the morning.

Besides, who wasn't a fan of breakfast and sunrises?

Even though you wanted to sleep the morning away, the ringing of your phone on the nightstand pulled you out of your deep slumber. Languidly, you threw your arm over the side of the bed and grabbed onto your phone, accepting the call.

"Hello?" you said into your phone, still fighting with your body's desire to still be curled up underneath your comforter, fast asleep.

Aaron smiled at the sleep that was evident in your voice as he pressed his phone up to his ear. "Well good morning, Y/N," he said softly into the phone.

You furrowed your brows and propped yourself up in bed glancing at the time. "Aaron, it's 5:30 in the morning. Is everything okay?"

"Just perfect. Look outside your window," he urged.

You threw your comforter off of you and walked over to the window. As you peered down into the street, you saw Aaron leaning against his car holding a brown paper bag up in your direction once he realized you could see where he was standing.

"Hungry?" he asked with a light laugh.

"You're lucky I like you, Hotchner. I'm not a morning person at all," you laughed, feeling your chest swell with admiration that he went out of his way for you yet again.

"Trust me, I know how lucky I am. C'mon. Food isn't going to stay warm forever," he told you.

"Alright, alright. I have to get dressed. Come up here with me." You watched as Aaron opened up his car door and placed the bag inside before turning quickly on his heels to head up to your apartment.

"See you in a minute," he said quickly before hanging up.

You tossed your phone onto your bed and tore off your pajama shirt, throwing on your bra and a light zip up sweatshirt. That was as far as you got before you heard Aaron's distinct knocks on your door.

You went to answer your door, putting your hair up in the process as you walked.

As soon as the door opened, Aaron took a swift step forward, placing his hands on your hips as he captured his lips with yours. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured against your lips as he walked the two of you forward in the entrance of your apartment before shutting the door with his foot.

"Good morning to you too," you laughed, smiling into the kiss.

He pecked your lips one more time before letting go of you, rubbing his thumbs in circles along your bare hips. "Almost ready to go?"

"Pretty much. Just give me a few minutes," you told him as you shimmied your way out of his grasp to finish getting ready.

When you came back out into the living room, now donning your completed outfit with jean capris to go with the sweatshirt, you saw Aaron sitting on the couch, petting Artemis gently on her head as she slept in a ball next to him.

"She's a gentle little thing isn't she?" he asked as he continued to pet the bulldog.

"She's got a good sense of character," you said as you smiled at the sight of Aaron with the little bulldog.

He stood up from the couch, giving Artemis one last pat on the head before heading in your direction. He grabbed your hand in his and walked you out of your apartment, only letting go of your hand when you had to lock the door.

You yawned lightly as you got settled into his car, holding the bag of food on your lap. "I hope we're going someplace good being that you woke me up at the crack of dawn," you teased as Aaron started to pull away from your apartment building.

"Trust me. It's worth it," he assured as he rested his hand on your thigh, holding it somewhat tightly in his grasp.

The ride was pretty silent, the hums of the radio filling the air as you watched the buildings pass you by. It was still a bit dark out, the sun just starting to peak around in the sky.

Aaron pulled into the parking lot of the small park not too far away from your house. "Come on, let's go," he said excitedly as he glanced at his watch. "We only have a few more minutes left."

He got out of the car quickly and rummaged through his back seat, pulling out a blanket for the two of you to sit on. You followed his lead and exited the car with the food in your hand.

Aaron grabbed onto your hand again and started to walk into the park. The park was pretty much empty, only a few people running around the track that lined the perimeter of the park. Aaron guided you towards the middle of the park, settling the blanket down under a big oak tree.

He kicked off his shoes and placed them on the corners of the blanket so it wouldn't fly up as the two of you sat. He sat down on the blanket and leaned back on his hands as he glanced up at the sky. He smiled at you, patting the blanket next to him for you to sit there.

You, too, took off your shoes and sat down next to him, scooching close to him. He grabbed the bag of food from your hands and started to open it and place the food out in front of you.

"I got bagels, some fresh fruit, and orange juice," he told you as he took a grape out of the fruit container and popped it into his mouth.

You kissed his cheek before helping yourself to the breakfast array that he had gotten for the two of you.

"Maybe this was worth being woken up early for," you laughed as you took a bite of your bagel.

Aaron glanced at his watch again, pointing up towards the sky. "I think it's about to become even more worth your while."

Within a few minutes, the sky was painted wonderful hues of yellow and orange as the Sun's rays poked through the clouds. You sat there in awe, watching as the sky changed colors right before your eyes.

Aaron watched you, as he saw the way the Sun lit up your face more than normal, highlighting every beautiful feature of your face. He smiled to himself, realizing how lucky he was to be where he was with you. For what at first seemed unreasonable and never likely to happen, he found himself grasping onto this new reality that revolved around you and how he was completely infatuated with you.

"Aaron, this is gorgeous," you said in awe as you watched the sky light up even more, causing the city around you to start bursting with life.

"I know," he said softly as he pulled your body flush against his. He sat up more on the blanket, leaning over to kiss your temple.

You turned to look at him, the sunrise making his face look even more warm than it normally was. "I'm glad we did this."

A faint smile grew across his lips as he looked at you. He reached forward, grabbing one of the fresh strawberries from the plate. He brought the bright red berry up to your mouth and waited a moment. "Open," he said gently.

You opened your mouth and Aaron placed the strawberry into it about halfway. He kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to make the next move. You bit down gently into it, the sweet flavor of the fruit invading your mouth as you continued to hold Aaron's gaze.

He proceeded to bring the rest of the strawberry up to his mouth and finished what was left, all the while keeping his intense look on you. "Good, huh?" he asked through his small bites.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the desire for Aaron travel straight down to your core. "Very," you muttered quietly.

After you finished eating your breakfast, you moved to sit in between Aaron's legs as you both continued to watch the sunrise. He wrapped one of his arms around your stomach as he used the other to prop himself up as he leaned back on it.

"You ever wonder what it would be like if you could talk to your past self? If you could give them any advice at all?" Aaron asked abruptly, breaking the comfortable silence that fell between the two of your over time.

"Sometimes. I don't even know where I would begin with the things that I'd want to tell my past self," you admitted as you watched the sky continue to change color.

"I know at least one thing I would tell my past self."

You tilted your head to look at him, waiting for him to continue with his thoughts.

"I would tell my past self that things get better and that it takes time to heal. And that it's all a work in progress but I'm trying my damndest to do it. I never thought that I would but things change and I've come to realize that."

"What's changed?"

"I opened myself up, I'm not scared to be vulnerable around those I care about. I took down my walls and finally let someone in. I never thought that after-" He paused for a moment, clearing his throat as if he was taking the moment to collect himself. "I never thought that after Haley there was ever going to be someone that I would be willing to do anything and everything for."

He brushed his fingers down your arm and leaned forward, pressing a kiss underneath your earlobe. "But here I am, willing to find a way to give you the sun, moon, and stars if you asked me to."

You leaned back against him, feeling full of admiration and absolute devotion for the man sitting with you.

"What would you tell yourself?" he asked, interlocking his hand with yours.

"I'd tell myself not to be so stubborn with everything. And to learn to trust people more because there's times where you need to rely on people when you need help and it's better to have those people help you than to struggle with yourself internally. That's something that I know for a fact younger me had problems with. I always bottled things up and if I learned to deal with my emotions better, maybe certain situations wouldn't have turned out the way they did." You let out a light sigh, looking down at your hand holding onto Aaron's. You turned your head towards him, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "And most importantly, good things come to those who wait."

Aaron gave your hand a small squeeze, nodding his head as he listened to what you had just told him. "I don't think you realize how important of a person you've become to me. You're a quintessential part of my life and Jack's as well."

You were overwhelmed with emotion at his words, feeling a moment where you were almost positive strings of tears of joy would have streamed down your face. You weren't sure if any words could properly explain the way you felt about Aaron, so you only hoped that he picked up on it by the way you kissed him so delicately before falling into a kiss with more fervor.

Aaron pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours as your hand was gripping onto his shirt to pull him closer. "Promise me something, Y/N."

"Anything."

"Promise me that no matter what happens, no matter when it happens, that if you have a bad day or are going through a tough time that you'll come talk to me. I don't care if it's at 3 o'clock in the morning and you just need someone to talk to. I just want you to know that I'm here for you and I don't want you to have to feel like you have to bottle things up from me or face things alone."

You nodded, your forehead rubbing against his slightly. "I promise."

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After your breakfast date, Aaron brought you back home before he had to leave for work. But not before telling you just how eager he was to see you after he got home to you and Jack after his lectures.

"And then Ms. Kingston told us that pretty soon all of the tadpoles are going to finish growing to be frogs. They all have most of their legs coming in and everything," Jack explained to you and Aaron as you all ate dinner together. Something that you found yourself doing pretty much every day that you watched the young Hotchner.

"That's cool buddy. Anything else happen in school today?" Aaron asked.

"We got to play guitars in music today," he continued as he took a bite of his burger.

"That's something I always wanted to get into but never had the time or the patience to actually learn songs," you told Jack. "Maybe you could teach me."

"I'm not that good," he said with a small pout. "But Mr. Weaver, the music teacher, said that it all gets easier with practice. He showed us how to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

"That's more than what I know how to play," you laughed. "I'll tell you what. You get some more practice in and then you can show me how to play whatever song is your favorite that you know how to play. How does that sound?"

"Okay, deal," the young Hotchner said excitedly.

As much as he tried to hide it, Aaron smiled widely at the way you interacted with his son. It was something that made him feel like when he was to tell Jack about the way things were going between the two of you, that everything was going to be fine.

A small part of Aaron always feared about how Jack would handle it if he had moved on with someone else. He would never pursue something with someone that Jack didn't like or vice versa.

But with you, all of his worries disappeared when he saw the way the two of you interact. You always showed Jack the utmost care and took his interests into consideration; granted this was something that was a part of the babysitter job, however, the fact that you always seemed to go above and beyond is what made Aaron solidify his thoughts that he wanted more with you.

You caught Aaron smiling at you, a bit longer than normal and you shot him a quick smirk as you poked around the salad on your plate. "Everything alright over there, Aaron?"

"Absolutely fantastic," he assured as he continued to look at you. He turned his attention to Jack, gathering his utensils from his now finished meal. "Want to watch a movie tonight, buddy?"

"Yeah but I want to pick it out. You picked it out last time," Jack said as he mimicked his fathers actions as they brought their dishes to the sink.

"That's only fair," Aaron teased as he stood next to you holding out his hand. "Finished?"

"Mhm. Thank you," you said as you passed him your plate. You got up from the chair and headed over to the sink, rolling up your sleeves as you turned on the water. Aaron placed the empty plates in the sink in front of you and looked at you as if to say What are you doing? "You cooked. Least I could do is clean up a bit."

"Y/N, you don't have to-" he started to say. Jack grabbed onto his hand and started pulling him into the living room.

"Come on, Dad. Help me set up the TV," Jack urged him.

Aaron trudged off into the living room, giving you one last glance. Leave them he mouthed to you as Jack started rambling off different movie titles to watch.

You started to wash off the dishes anyway, figuring like you had told Aaron, that it was the least you could do since he cooked pretty much every day. You all were falling into a routine relatively quickly and it was something that when you thought about it, you were not anticipating at all when you first took the job.

But now, the Hotchner boys were becoming a big part of your life just as much as you were becoming a big part of theirs.

As you washed off another plate, Aaron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder.

"I thought I told you to leave those," he whispered into your ear as you scrubbed the last parts of the plate that you were washing.

"You did."

"Then why are you doing them?" he asked, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Because I want to," you whispered back to him.

He reached his arms forward and took the plate from your hands and placed it back in the sink. "Just leave it." He grabbed onto your hips and spun you around, caging you in in front of the sink. He brushed his fingers through the loose strands of hair that framed your face, his eyes searching yours. "God, you're gorgeous," he breathed.

You felt your cheeks blush, his words sending sparks to your core. He leaned forward and kissed you slowly, bringing his hand up onto the side of your face.

"Dad, are you guys coming yet?" Jack hollered from the living room, pulling the two of you out of the moment.

"Not yet," Aaron muttered under his breath, smirking devilishly at you. He turned his head away from you and called back out to Jack. "Yeah, buddy. Be there in a second. Just trying to find the popcorn."

Your knees went weak from the very clear message that Aaron insinuated. It was times like this you wished you two were alone more often to allow you more intimate moments.

Still blocking you from moving away from him, Aaron pressed another kiss on your lips before stepping away from you and searching the cabinets for the popcorn.

"I'll be in in a second if you want to head in there with him," Aaron told you as he grabbed some of the microwaveable bags from the cabinet.

You couldn't think straight after your little interaction. You only were able to nod and head into the living room, plopping down onto the couch behind Jack who set up his bean bag chair in the middle of the room.

"Y/N, do you like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? That's what I picked out for tonight," Jack told you as he shifted around in his bean bag.

"The original version. Not the remake," you explained as you settled onto the couch, waiting for Aaron to join the two of you.

"There's two? Dad only ever showed me this one to watch," he said as he handed you the DVD case.

"The remake doesn't exist in this house," Aaron joked as he came into the living room holding two bowls of popcorn. He gave the smaller of the two to Jack and handed you the larger one as he sat down on the couch, relatively close to you.

"Good," you laughed, moving over a little closer to Aaron on the couch.

"Everyone's got everything they need? All good to start the movie," Aaron asked as he grabbed onto the remote.

"Just start it," Jack practically whined.

"Relax, buddy," Aaron chuckled. He started the movie and settled into the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table. "It's not like we haven't seen this before."

Jack shoved a small handful of the popcorn into his mouth as he glued his attention to the TV. "Yeah but it's the first time we're watching it with Y/N."

Aaron turned his attention to you, sending you a small smile. "He's got a point," he said quietly.

"Just watch the movie, you softie," you teased, tossing a piece of popcorn in his direction.

As the three of you watched the movie, you and Aaron had shifted closer to each other on the couch to the point your shoulders were touching. You wanted to sit closer and maybe rest your head on Aaron, but you weren't sure how he would feel with Jack being in the room with you both so you decided against it.

That didn't stop him from holding your hand in between the small space between the two of you on the couch, giving your hand the occasional squeeze every now and then as the movie progressed.

As the movie drew to a close, you heard the small yawns coming from the little Hotchner, who was fighting to keep his eyes awake. Aaron stood up from the couch and went over to him, taking the popcorn bowl out of his grasp and placing it on the coffee table. He scooped Jack up in his arms, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Come on, buddy. Let me tuck you in for the night," Aaron said quietly as he ran his hand along Jack's back. "Say goodnight to Y/N."

"Night," he murmured sleepily as he pressed his cheek closer down to Aaron.

"I'll be down in a bit," Aaron told you as he turned to take Jack upstairs to his room.

You placed the popcorn bowl that you and Aaron had been sharing on the coffee table as you scrolled through your phone aimlessly, waiting for Aaron to come back.

After a short period of time, you heard Aaron coming back downstairs and he sat back down on the couch, smiling lightly at you. "He's asleep. I only got through half of the next chapter of James and the Giant Peach before he passed out for the night."

You reached your hand up and caressed his cheek softly, moving closer to him on the couch. "You're such a great father, Aaron."

"I try to be," he said softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"You are. You take such good care of him," you praised.

His face softened at your words, feeling as though he didn't deserve to be hearing you tell him that. "Thank you," he murmured as he leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you and kissed you softly.

"Anytime," you said in between kisses.

Aaron's hands gripped onto your hips as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling over him as he rested his head lazily on the back of the couch.

"You know, I was thinking about something earlier," he said softly as you rested your head down on his chest.

"What's that?"

"How would you feel about getting a weekend away from everything? Just me and you." He rubbed his hand along your back as he waited for you to respond.

You picked your head up to look at him, trying to gauge how serious he was about what he had just proposed to you. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Jack and how we all spend so much time together," he laughed lightly, his smile lighting up his face. "But I think me and you need to have some more time to ourselves."

"Where would you even want to go?" you asked, raising your eyebrow curiously at him.

"I didn't think that far ahead," he chuckled. "I don't really care as long as it's with you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "I think I would love that."

The rest of the night, you and Aaron talked about possible plans for your little getaway, and even some of the plans that Aaron had for his upcoming lectures because he knew how much you enjoyed mythology.

At some point, Aaron felt your breathing steady along his chest as your words changed into simple little hums of agreement when your tiredness caught up to you.

"Y/N?" he said softly. When there was no response, he glanced down to see your eyes shut, sleeping soundly. He took a moment to take in your appearance and how peaceful you looked. And just how breathtaking you looked.

He would never get over just taking the time to look at you.

As carefully as he could, he shifted the two of you on the couch. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he laid down with you, holding you close to his body to ensure that you wouldn't fall off the couch.

He pressed you as close to him as he could, feeling your body meld into his as you continued your peaceful sleep. He reached his arm up onto the back of the couch to grab the blanket that he had resting there and draped it over the two of you, making sure that you were at least covered fully even if it meant that he only had a small part of the blanket covering his own body.

He took off his glasses and placed them on the end table next to the couch before feeling his own need to sleep creep up on him. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead as he laid there thinking about how perfect you were. How he couldn't imagine being with anyone else in his life.

"Goodnight, sweet girl," he murmured against your forehead before adjusting himself to rest his chin on top of your head.

Aaron drifted off to sleep soon after, clutching you close to him as the living room grew silent as your steady breaths filled the air.

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Warmth was all you felt as your eyes fluttered open slowly. You pulled the blanket that was on top of you closer underneath your chin, clinging on to the last little bits of heat that was engulfing you. Being that you just woke up and not fully aware of your surroundings, you thought that the steady breathing that you heard from behind you was just your mind playing tricks on you.

That was until you heard the gentle snores from behind you along with it.

As you became more aware of where you were, you realized you weren't home.

You had fallen asleep at Aaron's house.

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself beginning to panic slightly because that wasn't your intention after you had been talking to Aaron after Jack went off to bed.

You tried to sit up on the couch to only be held tighter by the arm wrapped around your stomach that you had just become aware of.

"Where are you going?" Aaron's voice, gravelly and rough from sleep, spoke out.

You sat up, finally breaking free of his grasp around you. You checked your phone quickly that was on the coffee table in front of the couch and almost gasped at the time. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," you mumbled as you started to throw your shoes back on.

Aaron shifted on the couch behind you to lay on his back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he watched you. You turned to look at him for a brief moment, mentally taking in the way his hair was jostled around from sleeping on the couch, before going back to putting on your shoes. "I wasn't supposed to stay here last night," you said quickly.

"Okay and? The problem is what exactly?" Aaron asked as he grabbed his glasses from off the end table next to the couch. "So we fell asleep. I don't see what the big deal is."

"The problem is that I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and Jack is going to be up soon and I don't want him to see me here and wonder what the hell is going on," you explained.

"Y/N, relax." He held up his wrist to look at the time and he scoffed playfully. "Jack won't be up for another 45 minutes or so, if we're lucky." He opened up his arms and patted his chest, urging you to lay back down. "Just come back and lay down for a bit longer."

"Aaron," you said softly.

"Y/N," he replied, raising his brows. "Give me ten more minutes and then if you still want to go, you can."

Realizing he wasn't going to let you get away with leaving him just yet, you laid back down on the couch as he adjusted himself to give you some room. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you snaked your arm around his torso.

He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head as you rested against his chest, trailing his fingertips of his unoccupied hand down the arm that you had around him. "Ten minutes and then I have to go," you told him.

"You kick in your sleep a bit, did you ever realize that?" he asked with seriousness in his quiet voice, completely disregarding your comment about how you were getting ready to leave in a few minutes.

You playfully hit his chest as he pulled you closer to him. He laughed softly, the kind of laugh where you could see his adorable dimples showing on his face. One of his laughs that only showed up once in a blue moon where you couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Shut up," you laughed.

"It's cute. You snore a little, too," he teased, still running his fingers along your arm.

"Well you do too," you retorted.

"Absolutely not. Don't be a liar."

You propped yourself up on the couch and looked down at him, your mouth hanging open in shock. "How would you know? You're sleeping. I heard you when I woke up before."

Aaron squinted his eyes and was staring up at the ceiling as if he was trying to think really hard before he clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I think you're hearing things, Y/N."

"That would definitely be you hearing things, old man," you teased.

Aaron lifted his hand and brought it down to his chest, pretending like you had just put a knife through his heart. "That was a low blow," he laughed, as he twisted his hand on top of his chest.

"Maybe." You smiled down at him, wanting to commit every line of his face to memory when he smiles. His wonderful smile that you would never get enough of.

He reached his hand up, placing it on your cheek as he ran his thumb across it. He pulled your head down to him, kissing you gently. You felt him smile against your lips as he deepened the kiss, moving against your lips more passionately as he placed his other arm around your waist.

You pulled away, feeling breathless from the way he kissed you. You pecked his lips one more time before placing your hand on top of his on your cheek. "See you when you get home from work?"

Aaron nodded his head slowly, a small smile curling up at the end of his lips. "Of course."

You gave his hand a small squeeze before getting up off the couch and gathering your things to head back to your apartment.

When you walked past the couch, Aaron grabbed onto your hand, pressing a kiss onto the back of it. "Have a good day, okay?"

You ran your fingers through his hair briefly, earning a small satisfied hum from Aaron as he laid on his back on the couch. "You too. Have fun at your lecture."

"My lecture full of kids who aren't even really interested in the subject matter? Yeah, it'll be a blast," he said sarcastically.

"Well, I like your lectures. Tell me about what you talked about later."

Aaron looked at you, his eyes full of admiration. "Yeah?"

"Sure. You know I love that stuff." You ran your hand through his hair one more time before stepping towards the door. "Besides, I can't wait to pick your brains about some of the different interpretations that we both have about the myths."

Aaron laughed lightly before poking his head up from the couch to watch you head to the door. "Let me know when you're home, okay?"

You nodded and smiled widely, relishing in how thoughtful he was. "Promise."

Aaron watched the door close behind you before laying back down on the couch again. He pulled the blanket closer to him, the scent of your perfume lingering on the fabric. He smiled to himself thinking about you.

He felt that everything was going so well. Everything was almost picturesque in a sense and he was still surprised that you wanted to be with him as much as he did with you.

And seeing you that morning and the events of the prior night, only made his feelings for you grow stronger.

Waking up with you still in his arms was the most unexpected surprise that he had experienced in a while.

He was damn sure that he was going to get used to it rather quickly.

And although he was partially denying it for the time being because of how new everything was between the two of you, he found his heart fluttering more and more each time the two of you had your little moments.

Those three words that seemed like it was too soon to say were taunting him to be said, but for now, knowing that he had you, he would bite his tongue until the time felt right and that he was positive that you would return the sentiment.

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author's notes:

hello hello!

SOFT HOTCH RIGHTS! ugh ik this man is a fucking teddy bear

as always, thank you for reading!

see you next chapter!

-jordyn

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch #hotchner #hotch x y/n #hotch x you #criminal minds #cm #bau

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atqh16 · 3 years

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Synopsis: Emma gets shipped instead of Norman. Emma knows what she has to do to keep her family safe. But now Norman and Ray are the ones who have to find a way save their family and fill the hole her absence left that was so uniquely hers while trying not to fall apart from it at the same time (second chapter here)

“Congratulations Emma. Your shipment date has been set”

Nothing about the situation feels real. Mama stood there in front of them. A sickly sweet smile on her lips a contrast to the sharp, triumphant cruelty that reflected from her eyes.

Emma staggers back, eyes wide, limbs trembling so violently she doesn’t know how she’s still able to stand.

Norman instead takes a step forward in her place.

“That’s not possible! Her birthday is months away!”, he shoots back, trying to sound demanding when instead he just sounds small, desperate. For the first time in weeks, he looks and feels like the small, helpless, frail 11 year old boy that he is.

He tries to stand firm in front of Emma but as Mama approaches them both, her shadow swallows him under it’s dark cloak and the air around him suddenly feels frigid.

He rushes forward. He’s not entirely sure what he was trying to do. But whatever it was, Mama catches him with ease and roughly twists and throws him aside like a rag doll. A sharp pain knifes through him, eliciting a yelp just before he hits the dirt. A fresh throbbing in his leg so intense that his vision whites out.

“Norman!”

He blinks and looks up to see Ray, Gilda and Don standing stiff and horrified, still panting from how they’d probably run as fast as they could to find them both. Even Ray has lost his stoicness, eyes staring at where Emma was pale and frozen, cowering back from Mama, (he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Emma cower) who was already standing right in front of her.

“Tonight actually. I’m sorry to inform you at the last minute but I was only just informed as well”

The words send another shock through all of them.

“This can’t be happening”

“This can’t be happening!”

Ray was pacing across the library where all 3 of them had taken refuge. Gilda and Don had wanted to stay but Mama had implicitly told them to get the dinner table ready and they were both too frightened from what happened to deny her and Emma doesn’t blame them.

“We have 2 hours. We can figure something out by then”, Norman says with a voice that carried a promise but all of them knew that promises meant little when nothing in their world was under their control unless they were fought for tooth and nail and with only 7 words all of them had just lost that fight.

Ray digs his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back just enough to make the visible panic in his eyes apparent to his two closest friends.

But Ray himself doesn’t notice his own rare display of vulnerable desperation. Furiously thinking back to his conversation with Don and Glinda after the incident, trying to glean any insight he might have missed.

“It doesn’t make sense. If higher test scores equal quality doesn’t that mean headquarters would want to wait till the last minute before shipping Emma out?”, Gilda had asked, looking at Ray as if he somehow he could conjure all the answers.

Norman had been carried inside by Mama to treat his swollen, dislocated knee. Emma, even in her shock, refused to let Mama be alone with Norman after what she did.

“Exactly”, Ray shoots back. Not even looking up. Hands twisting and pulling at each other so tightly that the skin was bright red.

“It doesn’t make sense!”

“It doesn’t make sense!”, Ray growls in frustration. He knows he sounds like a broken record. But he’s desperate for an answer. Don and Gilda had none, so as flimsy as it may feel, he hoped Emma or Norman did.

Emma, who sat leaned against the wall in a small crevice between the bookshelves as if hiding from reality would spare her. Knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around them.

Norman sat just outside of it, wishing Emma would come out just so he could hold her hand, grip her shoulder, anything that assured him that she was still there with them.

“We can leave right now!”, Norman pipes up again.

“And leave you behind? We wouldn’t even be able to get Don and Gilda away in time. Or anyone else for that matter”, Emma interrupts to state the obvious that she knows Norman was trying to avoid. She can still hear the scream Norman had let out when Mama had roughly pushed his knee joint back into its socket. Even under the brace it was obvious that his knee was swollen. He’d hadn’t even been able to get to the library without crutches. There was no way he’d be able to escape with them when he couldn’t even walk.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. Mama took the ropes and the plan isn’t even complete”, she goes on, somehow shrinking back even more to be swallowed away from the light of the hanging lamps

“Then you can pretend to escape. We’ll disable your transmitters and you can leave right now”

“They’ll heighten security. Give everyone new transmitters. They’ll do something to make sure it would be impossible for anyone to try and escape a second time”

“Whatever they do we’ll figure something out! And as long as we know where it is, it’ll just be a question of adjusting the device to compensate for the difference”, Ray snaps back.

“With what Ray? You’d need new parts and you can’t get them without Mama’s help and you don’t have that advantage anymore”

“Then we’ll figure something out! Anything is better than just letting you die Emma!”, Norman intervenes this time.

“Norman-”

“I didn’t spend 6 years planning and watching my family being shipped just to lose you, Emma. Why are you being so stubborn! You’ve given up without a proper fight!”, Rays voice is dangerously raised. Any attempt or effort at keeping their voices hushed had become a distant thought.

“I’m not trying to be stubborn! I…. I’m not-”

Rays furled knuckles loosen when a wet muffled sniff comes out of the shadowed corner.

“I want to live!”, Emma chokes out through tears that were now flowing down her cheek. “I don’t want to die! I want to live and be with my family”

“Then live! You said you want all of us to escape. You’re part of that all!”

“What if you get shipped out to replace me? I wouldn’t be able to live with that either”

“Then Ray can get injured too!” Norman cuts in again. Both Emma and Ray stare at him in a shocked silence before it’s broken by a peal of laughter from Ray.

“That’s brilliant!”, he exclaims, “and that way we can bide even more time to plan!”

There’s a manic lilt to Rays words and an erratic look in his eyes. The suggestion is an extreme and preposterous one but the determination emanating from him holds no fear at the consequence and pain he’d experience if it meant saving Emma. Giving them all just a little more time.

It’s that determination and focus that allows a budding hope inside of Emma to bloom. The knowledge that her friends loved her so much that they would grievously hurt themselves for her sake. Have in fact allowed themselves to be hurt for her sake.

It’s a terrifying and sobering thought but if she’s honest, if she were in their place she’d be more than willing to do the same. Momentary suffering to ensure her friends were safe? Was there even a contest?

It was not exactly surprising considering how close they were. The fact that they’d been best friends all their short lives comes into play but it’s another thing entirely to see it on such stark display. Proof of how deeply loved she was by her friends and God knows how badly she wants them to know that the same intense affection on her part was felt for them a thousand times fold.

And it was because of that love that she knew she couldn’t let them do this. Because it would be selfish of her. Truly selfish. Weeks before she had asked them to sacrifice an immediate chance at freedom for the sake of her wish to bring their other siblings along with them. Contrary to what Ray might think she knows it’s ridiculously impractical. The chances of failure were impossibly high. If Ray and Norman were smart they’d have ignored her and instead dragged her kicking and screaming to safety. They could have if they wanted to.

But they didn’t. As irrational as her dream had been, they still stood by her side to face a possible cliffs edge. That love and trust, how could she betray that by being so selfish?

How could she, in this moment where the same demand of a sacrifice was asked of her, how could she save herself at their expense?

Because she knows. They all know. If she tried to save herself, it was game over for all of them.

They’d tested out Mamas patience and intelligence. Had pushed and prodded to see how far they could go and they’ve reached their limit. They’d been lucky to have made this far. To take another step demanded a sacrifice.

And the proverbial coin toss had decided on her.

#Emma is shipped AU #the promised neverland #tpn norman #tpn ray #tpn emma #yakusoku no nebārando #mine #my writing #TPN

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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I got major whumperflies reading Drowning parts one and two... are you planning on continuing it?

Drowning Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

@asrasmysoulmate

It's not much on the whump side, but lots and lots of care, comfort, and fluff with a sick supervillain in there.

Warnings: vomit, bathing, feverish whumpee, delirium, hallucinations

Hero gathered the wailing supervillain into her arms and held him like that for a long time. She should've watched her tongue. She should've... Hero sighed, there was no point in thinking about how she could've done better when the deed was already done.

Eventually, Supervillain's sobs ceased and were replaced by a vulgar motion. He was heaving, throat convulsing...

Hero shoved Supervillain's head to the side as his stomach's contents expelled themselves. After he finished vomiting onto the floor, he just laid there, head limp, and allowed the trails of puke to slid down his chin.

Hero was just standing there and staring at the scene infront of her. But, recovering from her shock, she lifted Supervillain up and carried him to the bathroom. Setting him lazily by the toilet, she grabbed an unused toothbrush and slapped some toothpaste on it.

Supervillain gagged again, pain coursing through his lungs and ribs. His stomach hurt, badly, and all he wanted to do was lie on the tempting cool floor...

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Are you okay?" Hero asked when she noticed Supervillain keeling over. Now, in the better light, he looked like pure trash. He skin was a ghastly shade of gray with vomit and spit still speared across his lips. Snot bubbled under his red nose and his eyes watered. Hero felt a twinge of pity- here was an insanely sick supervillain, most likely feverish out of his mind, trusting one of his sworn enemies. It was unnatural, but more importantly, unheard of.

"Wh... iturts," Supervillain slurred, quite frankly unable to form a complete sentence.

Hero furrowed her brow. She didn't understand what garbled nonsense made its way to her ears, but she hummed in response. Supervillain seem content with the miniscule answer he received and pressed his burning nose to the condensation build-up around the toilet bowl.

"Want to brush your teeth?" Hero asked, handing him the toothbrush. Supervillain clumsily took it only to drop it. Hero pursed her lips and prepared another. She couldn't risk more germs entering Supervillain's system.

She registered that Supervillain was way too weak and feverish to hold an one ounce toothbrush, so she pull him into her lap, allowed his wet head to relax against her chest, and started to brush his teeth.

He was so tired and fatigued that his lips loosely molded around the plastic brush, head nodding softly.

Hero tenderly brushed each tooth with dentist-like precision and motherly care- if that's not too ironic. All thoughts of their previous encounter vanished; he was in her care now and she would do anything to comfort him.

It was as if her already golden heart was fashioned with another serum of empathy. She didn't have to brush his teeth to get rid of the vile taste- it wouldn't kill him, so why would she?

She also didn't need to bathe him either, and certainly did not need to tip his head back so soap wouldn't get into his earthly eyes. She washed his face with a soft silk washcloth, gently so she wouldn't wake the now sleeping supervillain.

When her instinctual caring of the patient was done, and he was changed into a fresh pair of clothes, she laid him on her own bed.

Hero suddenly reeled backwards. What was she doing? It was like she was in a trance, caring for the villain as if he was an angel from heaven. Actually that might be an understatement...

Nevertheless, amongst doubts and courage, Hero continued to tend for his very needs. Right now, it was sleep; lots of rest and slumber to build up his strength.

Upon waiting for his awakening, Hero started to research about tending someone with pneumonia. Every single website practically screamed at her to take him to a hospital, but that couldn't be done. She couldn't risk other heroes finding and arresting him.

Supervillain stirred, muttering something sleepily. He blinked open his eyes and tried to roll over, but it caused a coughing fit to rack at his ribs.

"Hey, go back to sleep," Hero rubbed Supervillain's hair.

"Why t'robo... chasin'meh?" Supervillain said, scratchy and raspy. Hero followed his glassy gaze to the middle of her bedroom. There wasn't anything there.

"What do you see Supervillain?"

"Robo."

"Hmm," Hero replied, still stroking his hair. She did this until a feverish sleep took him under again. Then, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbed tylenol, a thermometer, and an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth. She returned to find Supervillain still unconscious, jerking with breaths as his sleeping body tried to draw precious air in.

Hero slipped the thermometer under Supervillain's tongue- it was easy now that his face was completely relaxed. When the thermometer barked at her the dreaded 103.5 degrees fahrenheit, she gently shook her ward awake and coaxed him into taking some tylenol.

She placed the icepack on his flushed forehead. The heat radiating off his body began to melt the ice in a short few minutes. Hero started to bit her lip, desperately trying to get this dangerously high temperature down. She thought of all the possible long-term effects...

No. She had to stay focused. Focused and collected. She propped Supervillain upwards to alleviate the mucus build up and went back to work at breaking the fever.

Whether or not Hero succeeded in the end, to draw the dragon away from the nest, didn't make the pleas from Supervillain any less concerning.

He would scream, ragged and fearful, whenever he would awake from a fitful doze. Sometimes, he would beg for mercy from the torture his delirious mind thought he was enduring.

"Stop it! Stop it please!" He sobbed, trying to curl up on himself- anything to escape his torturer's ruthless hand of strife.

"Relax, Supervillain," Hero mumured, her voice stern and firm due to the weary stress, but at the same time her usual chirp. The motherly chirp of a hen that usually brought Supervillain so much comfort.

At these moments, her voice would draw him into another unreality.

"Don' like," he mumbled. "Don' like panda."

Hero sighed, rubbing her tiring eyes.

"What's wrong with panda?" She asked, hoping he was talking about the plaid shirt he was wearing.

"Too warm," Supervillain earnestly explained- or to an extent. Really, to Hero, it sounded like he was trying to get a kitten off his lap. He wanted it, but his resolve was too kind to exactly remove the curled up furrball.

"Your blanket?"

"Fur bear," Supervillain chittered. "Yeh..." His voice trailed off as another wave of lethargic dizziness hit him. He whimpered, resting deep into the plushy pillow.

Hero smiled softly and cupped Supervillain's warm cheek. His fever was breaking, she could tell by the added tan to his blanched face.

It was nearly nighttime. The sun was setting, its rays hitting the pair. Hero sat with her legs crossed and examined his drooping face. He would fall alseep soon, whisked away to a land of darkness and dreams.

Hero left to take care of her own personal needs. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and showered. However, the shower was short-lived and the hero was still lathered in shampoo when she checked on the supervillain. She grinned and finished her shower.

Supervillain was just waking up again when Hero returned with her hair bound and wrapped in a towel on the top of her head. He weakly tried to touch the towel, failed miserably, but still grinned like a toddler and his train toy.

"Want to eat?" Hero asked, remembering the leftover soup in the fridge. Her patient nodded.

Hero fed the supervillain like she did in the morning, slow and coaxing. For the most part, her ward refused to allow the shiny metal to slide between his gums, but at last he consented.

Hero fed him- clutching the mattress to ensure her patience to not rush him. The friendly gesture of kindness ended with Supervillain back in Hero's arms as he dozed off. Hero almost nearly fell alseep too if it wasn't for the repetitive tapping on her door.

Knock, knock.

Hero's heart jumped and she quickly made sure Supervillain was covered. She locked her bedroom door and went to the frontdoor.

Knock, knock.

Maybe if Hero had a window or an eye-hole or something, she could've avoided the looming catastrophe.

Hero opened the door open, only to be thrown against the floor by blast of pure strength.

"Where is he!" Came the all too-familiar voice. It boomed throughout the house, focalizing on the entryway where Hero and the intruder were.

"I said," a dark figure stepped into the light, a hood obscuring the livid face underneath. "Where is Supervillain, Hero?"

The figure stripped off his hood to reveal none other than her fellow ex-prisoner, holding a sharp knife.

Villain.

#supervillain whumpee #hero caretaker #hero x supervillain #injured supervillain #feverish whumpee #sick whumpee #delirious whumpee #pneumonia #writing #heros and villains #comfort #fluff

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mariamermaid · 4 years

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Darkest Nights

Regulus Black x fem Reader

Summary: It was blatant, that the day of your wedding would come. Yet, you feared it as much as he did.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, arranged marriage

A/N: I don´t know too much about Regulus, which is why I decided to interpret this oneshot in my own way. (Also, Timothee Chalamet as Regulus= chefs kiss)

Denial was the first stage you encountered. Blatantly you had been prepared for it your entire life, but when the message reached you, it was still denial. It couldn´t be true, you were promised more time. Time to live.

Any excuse sounded better than the one thrown into your face: There was no other option.

You recalled word for word in your head as you starred at yourself in the large mirror. It should be an honor, you´ll be a good wife, you´ll have a big house. But none of it mattered to you, your priorities laid differently in society. Will I be happy?

The mirror, the room and the entire house was furnished with golden details; flowers, flourishes and patterns. It reminded you of the palaces in the renaissance period. You had loved the paintings from the time, but finding yourself in a similar ensemble on your wedding day felt all too wrong.

A knock appeared on the door and your mother entered, stunned with her hand over her heart as she admired you. The two servants, who had helped you to get ready, carefully stepped back. Their work was done. If it weren´t for your mother´s sake, you´d thank them from the bottom of your heart.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, he´ll be very pleased to see you.”

Yeah, because that´s all that mattered. Your eyes wandered back to your silhouette in the mirror; long, delicate arms of lace traveled down your skin, the train measured at least ten feet and the veil, which was still placed to show your face, followed the train. Your mother handed you the flower bouquet, white, blue and lavender. Then she pulled the veil over your face and nodded a last time. “Your father will be waiting for you downstairs. They´re all ready.”

Heavy chains were attached to your feet and each step you took, was harder.

Outside the hall, where the ceremony would take place, your father waited for you. He matched your mother´s dark attire, but as so often, he loved the embellishments on his suit. In your opinion, they always looked disgustingly conceiting and plump on him. Every cell in your body screamed for you to run and as you stepped inside the large hall, you wondered why you didn´t listen to your heart. Like the rest of the villa, it was stunning and a true architectural treasure. Dark, even wood was spread on the floor and the walls were delicately painted in cool grey tones. Against the gold details, the walls looked like painted clouds, dreamy and far away.

Within the dark ensemble the white spot like a ray of sunshine; you.

Why didn´t you run?

Would it be so bad to never see your family again? A family that had no emotional connection to you, you were never told, how much they loved you or even appreciated you.

You could live a free life, away from all pressure and deciding how you wanted to live. If you wanted to get marry, or not and even more importantly, who.

The painful truth was, that running even as far as you could, only brought you time. You were their only child, their only way to safely secure, pleasant and reputable future. They would find you eventually and by the mark on their forearms, it wouldn´t be a reencounter to spread joy.

Under the veil, none of them saw your shivering jaw and your blinking eyes in tears as you made your way to the altar.

Your father´s hand, softly put over the arm you had linked with this, grabbed you harsh enough to stop you from running. It might have looked like a lovingly scene, how he approached Regulus and placed your hand in his, but it wasn´t.

It felt like somebody threw away the keys from your chains.

Oh, right, Regulus was there as well.

You had barely acknowledged his presence, which was surprising due to the fact that he was your soon to be husband. You would never, not even on your deathbed, admit it, but he looked attractive. Plenty of times you had seen him wear a neat black suit, but today he didn´t look like Mommy´s boy put in attire. Somehow, he looked like a true man in front of the altar.

He seemed so steady and calm, was he even pressured into this?

You had spent almost your entire school career knowing him, he was a year older, but you couldn´t remember a singular conversation between the two of you. You started believing, you never had one.

Regulus wasn´t the scrawny kid anymore. He was tall and had a sleek figure, which he had proved many times as Slytherin´s seeker. His dark, rather short locks framed his angular face and his high cheekbones. He truly looked like a perfect descendant for a pure-blooded family.

His hand was warm, no hint of nervousness, while yours was as cold as ice. He barely glanced at you, both of you facing the altar and the wizard, who guided you through the ceremony.

He was a man of at least sixty years, grey hair and beard, but everything that left his lips, barely entered your conscience.

Finally, it felt like years, the peak of the ceremony had come.

You turned to Regulus, carefully and slowly, his long fingers grabbed the edge of your veil and pulled it back to reveal your face.

What did you expect to see in his expression? Excitement? Awe? Admiration?

For a split second, his jaw tensed, but he turned back to his neutral expression. You didn´t know how to pinpoint those bare split seconds, where his façade had vanished, and you didn´t like, not knowing how he felt. Was he glad to marry you? Was he only looking forward to this, because you were pure-blooded? Did he find you pretty or at least attractive? Or did he find you so attractive, that he wouldn´t hold himself back? Would he follow his instincts and ignore your potential feelings?

You wanted to curse and scream, but your eyes were glued on his lips and you felt how the magical string wrapped around your hands.

“Today Y/N and Regulus join their lives in the union of marriage. Before I declare you to one another, I want to hear you confirm that it is indeed your intention to be married today.”

The lie couldn´t be bigger. A no was stuck in the back of your throat.

“Now I ask you; Do you, Regulus Arcturus Black, take the hereby Y/N Y/L/N as you wife? If so, repeat after me.”

You waited for a stutter, but Regulus repeated the words without hesitation.

“I, Regulus Arcturus Black, take you Y/N Y/L/N, to be my wedded wife. I give to you in the presence of these witnesses, my promise to stay by your side, In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow. And cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

“Bride, please repeat after me.”

Oh, dear Merlin help me to not completely ruin this.

“I, Y/L Y/L/N, take you Regulus Arcturus Black, to be my wedded husband. I give to you in the presence of these witnesses, my promise to stay by your side, In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow. And cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

The magical promise, which wrapped around your hands like a hot string, tightened as the words left your mouth.

“I now announce you, husband and wife!” You felt how the golden glistening oath disappeared, but you still felt the warmth pressing against your skin. It was done. All plans and hopes for this not to happen, were completely useless. You were now officially Y/N Black, wife to Regulus Black. Regulus eyes pierced into yours, somehow you took the last of your strength to keep up the eye contact. Then, to your biggest surprise, he offered you the smallest hint of a smile.

“Even the most beautiful places turn dark during night.”

Regulus´s voice was steady, but quiet. For the first time this evening, he spoke to you in his own will. Without the pressure of a family member watching. You glanced at him, while his eyes were stuck on the ensemble. He was right, it was beautiful.

The light walls were barely enlightened anymore and the golden details, which glistened from time to time, seemed to float in the air. The delicate paint strokes had become invisible, vanishing into dark. Regulus fitted in, with his dark suit, green attire and jet-black locks and you contrasted him in a way, that couldn´t be more opposing. The white fabric attracted the last bit of light, like the rising moon beneath carpet of golden stars.

You had spent the early evening, which was turning into night already, with careless and empty conversation. Even though Regulus was at your side for most of it, you didn´t even perceive him. You were too focused on not crying, not running, not saying the wrong things, not falling over your dress, not eating too much food, not smiling too much, not fake smiling enough and not being you.

“I meant it, you do look stunning”, he added, tilting his head ever so slightly in your direction. Previously, the words had seemed nonchalantly thrown into a conversation. Now, it sounded honest and against his offish body language, Regulus was different beneath his façade.

“Thank you”, you replied with barely a whisper.

For once, he wished to be more like his brother Sirius, who swept of girls with no effort and compliments fell of his lips like the lies for his pranks. Of course, he wasn´t there.

Regulus never imagined that his bride would be you or even closely like you. He remembered you from school, something he never told anymore. Back then, you had barely exchanged words. You knew about each other´s existence, but a safe distance was kept. However, he remembered the evenings at the library. Where you had sat quite focused, tapping with your pen against the book. You had watched every single of his Quidditch games and you cheered.

You were cunning and smart, driven by your own ambition to surpass yourself, but unlike him, you were empathic. People approached you easily, feeling enchanted by your natural politeness. Regulus had become used to the shadow side; people evaded to not get in is way. They avoided him, not knowing what lied behind his dark exterior. Maybe they even feared him.

He knew it was wrong for him to feel relieved to find you in the spot of his bride, he was bereaving you of all prospective dreams and a chance for true love.

“I´m sorry.”

The apology took you by surprise and your head snapped towards him. “For what?”

He sighed, knowing he couldn´t dodge the eye contact anymore. “For having to marry me.”

The emphasis clearly laid on the word me, even though he tried to hide it.

“Are you happy to have me as your-“, you paused. You had never said it out loud. “As your wife?”

He chuckled. Regulus Black chuckled. “I knew marrying out of love was never an option, but honestly, you´re the best bride I could´ve wished for.”

He quickly became serious again, too fast for your taste. “You´re not like them, not as posh or artificial.”

“Apparently, neither are you.” You added, feeling how your body leaned a little closer to his.

“I try my best.”

The dark had covered expectations and superficiality and what was left, was a man at your side, who was honest and real. Not perfect, but not cruel. You didn´t fear him anymore and more importantly, you didn´t fear potential actions. He wouldn´t lay a hand on you, unless you would allow to do so. There was only one apprehension left, the dark mark burning on his arm.

You didn´t know how or why, but that obligation was reserved from you. Slytherin or not, pureblood or not, you weren´t evil. You weren´t one his fealty and you swore on your life, that it wouldn´t change.

Regulus felt your apprehension, but for now he wasn´t ready to share the perilous information with you. The horcrux inside the cave was his secret, but if it meant keeping you safe and sound, he was ready to risk it. For now, it was his task to make you believe him. Regulus Black wasn´t evil and he didn´t share the Dark Lords radical views. The dark mark on his arm was just like the ring on his finger, an inescapable path.

Carefully, but with clear intention, he took your hand. “I will never hurt you; I promise.”

You saw something inside his eyes sparkling, but you couldn´t pinpoint it. Pressing your lips together, you starred at the rings on your fingers. “You shouldn´t make a promise you can´t keep.” He opened his mouth to disagree.

“But promise me to be honest; talk to me Regulus. I don´t want this to be a marriage of secrets and intrigues.” He nodded agreeing. “I promise it, do you?”

“Yes.”

Cautiously, as if you could break beneath his touch, he placed a strand of hair behind your ear and slowly, waiting if you would push away his action, he placed a kiss on your forehead. You didn´t push him away, catching yourself almost leaning into it.

Yes, even the most beautiful places turned dark during night, but tonight the darkness revealed true nature. And in this darkest hour, the two of you were shining together strong as the brightest light.

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #regulus arcturus black #regulus black oneshot #timothée chamalet #harry potter imagine #sirius black #mariamermaidimagine

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moxfirefly · 4 years

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I come bearing the gift of Angst™️ like yall this took for fucking ever and this is some sad af shit here so I’m sorry but it was an idea that hatched and I wanted to do it.

Rated Mature (18+ and up only)

TW: Blood, mentions of alcohol, death

Tagging a few Lee fans, my apologies already lol @southernblossoms @aurora-the-kunoichi @ray-jaykub

“Now I'm trying to wake you up,

To pull you from the liquid sky,

Coz if I don't we'll both end up,

With just your song to say goodbye.”

Leonardo sees the night sky above him, the hard rain falling down on him and a vision of something he finds so beautiful.

You.

He smiles at the image. He welcomes it and allows himself to be whisked away.

The cold night slips away in hues and as the rain falls down in harsh drops he refuses to give the cold pavement beneath him much thought. He sees something shiny fly across his vision and the only sound he surrounds himself is the sound of your laugh.

“I-I’m... S-“

_______________

You wake with a startle and a gasp. The coldness in the room too intense for the usual New York winter. You wrap yourself in the duvet and patter towards the heater, it’s clearly not working for some reason and you contemplate freezing and forgetting.

Sitting on the carpet, legs crossed and wrapped up you try your best to not let your thoughts stray. The cellphone in your hand is warm and your finger hovers over Donatello’s number.

There’s a large duvet on the living room window. Your eyes have refused to land there, to linger and allow for the icy sensation to run through your veins. Every so often you wonder about moving, not just from your apartment but from New York. To leave everything behind and forget that this was your reality.

-Don’t think about it-

The sentence echoes and echoes and echoes.

You press down on the number.

________________

Leonardo secretly enjoyed being babied. He emphasized secretly, even if he knew that you knew to some degree. Your eyes trail bruises that tell a story of violence but Leo was always vigilant of never dragging you down that road.

It’s a horror show.

You press a frozen bag of peas to his eye, the swelling and black ring angry. “You can’t keep this up” You whisper against the top of his head.

“I have to, nobody is going to end this. Not the cops, not nobody that ain’t us... or me” There’s leftover adrenaline in his voice and if you weren’t sure you could command him to stay he’d probably haul ass and go out again before the sun decided to rise once more and ruin plans.

Leo is convinced that only he can bring down Shredder. Only he can save everything and everyone. It’s a stupid thought you think to yourself, that only one mutant such as himself could even pull it off.

But a huge chunk of himself doesn’t want his family involved like this. He doesn’t want the risk. “Your need to control everything is really annoying” You let go of the bag, he manages to catch it and place it back. You exit the bathroom and contemplate just how much bleach you’re going to need to get all of this blood out of your carpet.

You stare and feel your eyes begging to fog. The image of Leo climbing in a mess of cuts and bruises. Something within you wants to scream and never stop. You hear Leo get up, heavy steps approaching you as you stand like a ghost in the middle of the living room.

“Y/n...” Leo’s voice is soft but that hint of guilt stabs the end of your name. “Just leave with me, why can’t we go somewhere else? We can take your family and just leave, Lee” You turn around, fingers digging into your scalp. The manic feeling rises inside of you and your tears have to spill. Leo’s eyes look broken because he wishes he could give you this and everything you’ve ever desired.

“You don’t owe these people your life, Leo” You press a hand to your mouth as a quiet sob escapes you. “Please just-“ Your tears spill and he’s there in an instant to catch you and hold you so close it almost hurts. He soothes you with kisses and caresses even as you angrily want to shove him away for making this so difficult you fall against him.

The worry eats away at your insides. Why can’t he just understand that the world will never be rid of evil? It’ll find a new host to use and bring more chaos and death. Leo holds you close, even as you collapse against him in anger and fear, he holds you and tries to quiet the loud voice in your head.

The voice that bellows, ‘This isn’t going to end well.’

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Leo’s eyes flutter open, an urge stuck in his throat that chokes him. The inherit need to cough pushes him somewhat upwards but as he tries he feels copper in his mouth, the taste of pennies too strong, god he wants to vomit. Warmth spills from his mouth as he looks about, eyes scanning but the rainfall blurs his vision.

He hears screaming.

He knows Shredder’s down, the monster hasn’t moved.

Leo keeps hearing his name in the distance, his side feels a pin prick when he tries to roll over the pain shoots all over his body and liquid spills from his mouth.

It’s blood.

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“Sorry for calling so late but it’s either that or freezing to death” You prepared coffee as Donatello eyed the heater. “I hate winter so I understand” He picked up a wrench when you came into the room, mugs in hand and the blanket still wrapped around your cold body.

“How are you holding up?” He took a sip making a face, the harsh taste of whiskey hitting the back of his mouth. “Went too hard on the added flavoring?” You chuckled, sipping from your mug without hesitation. Donnie placed it next to his tools, his eyes had scanned you when he came over and you could see the worry.

It was safe to say you weren’t looking your best, but then again you hadn’t slept right in the last six months and the clutter of bottles in your trash bin spoke of how you’d been spending your evenings. “Miss seeing you coming around, Mikey misses you a lot” Donnie started to fix the heater, occasionally taking a sip from the spiked coffee. You held the mug tightly, it had been a few months since you stopped going mostly because you always found yourself stepping into his room...

-Don’t think about it-

“How’s everyone?” You asked avoiding the question. Donnie’s shoulders shrugged, pulling apart pieces of your dingy old heater. “Mikey’s doing okay, he’s going on solo patrols really matured you know?” The youngest turtle had changed, there was still a spark of his mischievous ways but he had taken his duties more seriously as of late. “...and Raph?” You weren’t too sure if the subject still remained sour, the brute had a falling out with the tech genius around the time of...

“Raph stops by once in a while, for Mikey’s sake and well since Dad hasn’t been too well health wise” You hang your head, the light brown liquid in your hands still in the porcelain. Splinter was old, it was understandable, maybe you should stop by and see him.

“Splinter is strong, Don” You took a generous gulp, the burn of the whiskey dulling you. “He’s gotten older Y/N, he’s frail... I’m keeping him comfortable” He dug through tools, pushing aside things he didn’t need. You couldn’t help take in Donatello’s features, he had bulked up a little more, more definition in his arms but his eyes still spoke of the little sleep he was allowing himself. Your eyes landed on his wrist, a small piece of blue fabric wrapped around it.

Your eyes burned, so you chased it with another sip of your coffee. Rest hadn’t found you either.

“You two should make up, you need each other” Donnie sighed at your retort, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Getting through Raph isn’t as easy as getting through a firewall, you know how fucking stubborn he could be” He shook the heater, it tried whirring back to life but no luck. “He’s stubborn but he’ll listen even if you think he doesn’t-“ Donnie smacked the heater, hard enough something dented, hard enough for you to flinch.

“He doesn’t comprehend that we lost him too, Y/N, he wants to blame me or himself or... but no okay? He doesn’t get to act like a fucking child because it’s been half a year and it still hurts” Donnie gripped the machine, eyes shutting tightly, all you could do was remain quiet. Your chest felt too tight, you didn’t want to hear it.

Please, don’t say it.

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The rain always brought an unpleasant smell. It’s probably due to how polluted this god forsaken city is. Aside from the smell of shit, there was that coppery scent in the air too and you smelt it as soon as you got to the roof via the fire escape. The guys had been chasing Leonardo and Shredder, April and you on car the others on the truck. This solo vendetta of Leo’s had gone too far and while he had tracked down the bastard it didn’t mean he had to take this on by himself.

The rain fell in hard drops, each resonating as it smacked down onto you. You looked about the roof trying to spot anything, the calm too eerie. The blood almost swam by you, meeting your sneakers, a proverbial map to your destination.

And what a awaited you...

There was no feasible way to prepare yourself, even the small prayer you whispered under your breath not enough to silence the gut wrenching dread that befell you alongside the rain. Your knees hit the pavement hard and you couldn’t seem to see clearly enough where to press down and hold the life slipping out of him.

It’s all mute from there, you remember the sobs mixed into his name. The slow way his eyelids fluttered and the shallow breaths he took, he wanted to move so badly to hold you close and tell you it’s alright. The part of his mind crashing, slowly but surely losing light just saw the image of you as a comforting sign.

That while he laid there feeling darkness overtake him, he’d at least have the image of you above him. You begged nevertheless, telling him to remain awake that the others would be there soon, even going so far as to try and move his heavy frame but you were too small and Leo would simply just not budge. Trembling hands pushed on Raphael’s name, something akin to ‘hurry’ escaping your mouth but your shaking hands couldn’t hold the phone long enough before more blood gushed out and you tried to hold it all in for Leo.

His hand landed on your cheek, thumb caressing the spot.

“I.. I’m s-sorry” He heaved out, hand slipping, blue eyes suddenly too dark.

He wasn’t breathing.

Leo wasn’t breathing.

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You felt hands on your shoulder before you snapped out of that terrible memory. Donatello’s concerned gaze on you.

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay?” You couldn’t quite catch the image of Donnie, he was distorted as your eyes welled up with tears and you fought back the urge to let them drop. Because for six months you had been crying your eyes out for him, for six months you had not known the word peace, for six months you had stared at a window that yielded no end to your pain. In one manic night you had thrown up your comforter and nailed the damn thing over that fucking window, you had contemplated tearing up the carpets that had so many specks of Leo’s blood, you had tried to quiet the urge to burn your bedroom because every corner of it had some essence of him in or on it.

Some days you were so furious that he had done this. That he had died for a cause that would go unmerited, leaving his friends, his family and you to hold on to unamended pieces.

That very night he had been taken back to the lair, each brother having a moment with him, April as well. You were given one last moment with him, to be around him, to hold his impossibly cold hand.

At some point Splinter had stepped in and sat down next to you, his hand came to rest on your shoulder. It had to be admired, even if his eyes spoke that his world was crashing before him, he remained the rock that protected against the crashing waves.

“He loved you... with everything he had” Splinter had said and while there was comfort in there, the pain was far too great. You don’t remember stepping out let alone getting up, in fact most of that night had been a blur. At some point Raphael had supposedly picked you up and laid you down on the cot April used when she stayed over. Somewhere between that you had stumbled to Leo’s room and you had stayed there for a week.

That week had turned into a month.

For thirty days you stayed among his things, among his scent, on a bed you had been countless times on in countless ways. In the misery of it all there was comfort there, even if each night you dreamt of him, even if you swore that at times you heard your name being called by him. It was worse when you woke startled feeling as if he had ran his hand down your hip.

Around the end of that first month Mikey had stepped in with some food (much like he had done everyday) but this time he had placed it on the the night table and climbed into the bed with you.

He was crying.

You both held onto each other, anchoring one another to remain in the tough currents because this storm wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

You give Mikey credit for pulling you out of that room, even if you left a good chunk of your heart there, the other portions on that forsaken rooftop, the rest with Leo. You hadn’t been to the lair every since.

Donnie cupped your face, thumbs drying the tear tracks on your cheeks. “I’m sorry” You spoke out, not really sure why but all Donnie did was pull you close and hug you and you’re sure you haven’t hugged him in six months and while his scent is nowhere near that of Leo’s and his body lean muscle the contrast of his eldest brother, you still fell apart against the familiarity of it.

You sobbed against him quietly, dropping your mug, the shattering not jarring enough to bring you or him back.

And why come back to the present? To a cold home? To a place where Leo only existed in memories and lucid dreams?

Donnie held you close, his own tears falling and whatever fortress he had built up in this time had shattered like glass.

Leonardo was dead and there was simply nothing the two of you could do.

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nicolewoo · 3 years

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The Weekend Part 2

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader), Fergal Devitt X Reader (Finn Balor X Reader), Drew Galloway X Reader (Drew McIntyre X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

Fergal fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He hadn't been sleeping well, so I was happy to see it. I, on the other hand, couldn't get my mind to stop spinning. This afternoon had been so amazing right up until the jealousy. We'd have to figure that out before any permanent decisions were made.

After a while, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. The best thing I could do is get up, drink some water and play a little candy crush until I could relax. As I sat on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt, I thought back to today. I wanted all 3 of my men to feel appreciated, and in truth, Joe had one on one time with me this afternoon. If that was what caused the jealousy, I simply need to let Drew know I cared for him too.

Silently, I slipped into Drew's room and out of my t-shirt. He started stirring as I held back the blankets to slip into bed. His deep gravelly voice asked, “Princess?” I crawled into his arms, smiling as I felt his kiss on my forehead. Leaning up, I brushed my lips with his. I felt him smile as he pulled me closer to him. Knowing that his chest hair would tickle my face all night, I rolled over and pressed my back to his front. I felt his heavy, muscled arm drape over me and pulled me close to him. He let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep. I followed soon after.

The bed shifted as Drew climbed out of it. Bright rays of sunshine streamed through the curtain. “Princess,” Drew whispered. “Go back to sleep, love.” I tried, but it wasn't happening. As I went to stretch, I realized that nearly every muscle in my body was sore. Really sore! I squeaked out a little yelp just as Drew came back to the room from the bathroom.

“Are you ok?” He was by my side before I even finished the yelp; his hands running to my cheeks.

I covered his hands with mine and assured him I was. “I'm really sore this morning.” I grinned up at him.

He simply smirked down at me. “I don' doubt it, princess.”

“Listen, I know this is funny, and I'll be happy to laugh about it after it stops hurting.” I fake whimpered which elicited a warm smile from him. “Could you get the Tylenol out of my purse?” I asked.

“Yes, ma'am.” He left, and I could hear him in the kitchen. “Guys, we might have to change our plans for today. Our princess is sore.”

The sound of Joe's chuckle filled the air, and I heard Drew explain that it would be best if they could not tease me about it yet. Fergal ducked his head in the door and came to my side. He pulled the blankets back and started running his hands over my legs massaging the sore muscles. “You ok, luv?” he asked. I assured him I would be, but taking a hike today was not a good idea.

Drew returned with my purse, “I'm not gettin' in your purse. Who knows what kinda stuff you've got in there?” He passed me the bag, and I grabbed the Tylenol.

“What the heck do you think I keep in my purse?” I teased as he handed me some water.

“I don' wanna know.” He smiled before looking at Ferg, “Why don' we make some breakfast in bed for our gal?”

Fergal agreed. “Stay here,” he said brushing a sweet kiss to my forehead. The idea of my men taking care of me was tempting, but I had to get up to stretch out, so I pulled my sore muscles out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I joined the guys in the kitchen, they all looked disappointed.

“We were gonna serve ya breakfast in bed, princess.” Drew said as he pulled me in for a hug.

“I have to stretch these muscles out anyway.” I said as I took a seat at the table.

Joe came behind me and placed a plate of food in front of me. “Maybe we can give you a massage later to help.” He offered after placing a kiss on top of my head.

The three of them massaging me? Oh, I could go for that! “That sounds fantastic.” I admitted.

As Fergal sat next to me and gave me a quick kiss, “I t'ink we can handle t'at. Did you have trouble sleeping?” He arched an eyebrow at me.

I couldn't answer with my mouth full so I nodded. When my mouth was empty, I whispered to him, “I hope that's ok?” I referred to leaving him and joining Drew for sleep.

“Of course, luv.” He squeezed my hand. He continued, “So, you’re not up for a hike today?” he asked.

I answered a bit too quickly, “No!” which elicited a smile from all three men. “But I know you Ferg. You're going to get cabin fever if you stay here all day.”

“Cabin fever?” he asked.

“Restless.” I answered.

“Bored, and she's right Ferg. You can barely sit still on a regular basis. Why don't you and Drew go hiking? I won't mind staying here with Y/N.” Joe said.

I could tell the offer was made with the best intentions, but a spark of anger crossed Drew's eyes. I tapped Fergal's leg with my hand and nodded for him to see Drew's jealousy. He placed his hand on mine and ran his fingers over my knuckles. He nodded at me to let me know he'd seen.

“Boys,” I glared at all three of them. “We need to talk. Grab your breakfasts and sit down.” I commanded. A look of apprehension passed Joe's face, and Drew grimaced. Once they were seated, I started. “If this is going to be a permanent situation, we've gotta get some things straight. I've noticed a lot of jealousy already.” I looked from Drew to Joe, and both hung their heads in guilt. “Fergal and I have talked, and we are interested in continuing this, but we've got to get a handle on this jealousy right now.” Ferg nodded in agreement. “Each of you has traits that I adore. Joe,” I looked at him and placed my hand on his forearm, “You're my sweet teddy bear. Drew,” I said placing my hand on his forearm in the same way, “You're my giant Scottish King. You two HAVE to understand that you are both important to me. If you two are jealous of each other, this won't work. Drew, do you want to continue this? With all three of us?” I looked at him.

“Aye, Princess. I'm sorry.” He grabbed my hand off his arm and kissed my knuckles.

“Joe, Do you want to continue this with all three of us?”

“Yes, baby girl.” He rubbed my knuckle with his thumb.

“I'm going to need you guys to communicate your needs with me too. If something isn't right, I want you to tell me. If you need more one on one time with me, communicate that to me. We can work through it. Do you both agree?” They both did, and I looked to Fergal. “Babe?”

“You know I'm good with this.” He smiled at me. We had talked about it before going to bed last night.

“Good. Now....” I started thinking of how to handle today. “Why don't you all go find a gym and get a good workout after breakfast? I can stay here and stretch out my muscles. Hopefully, I can get back to feeling somewhat normal again.”

“The offer of a massage still stands.” Drew said softly.

“How about we do that after your workout?” I asked.

“You got it, baby girl.” Joe replied for both of them.

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“Massage time!” Drew announced as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “Let’s get these clothes off Princess.”

There were hands everywhere quickly removing my clothes as well as their own. “You need to take your clothes off to give me a massage?” I asked.

Joe huffed out a laugh. “Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen after this massage.” He picked me up and unceremoniously flipped me onto my stomach. The men had obviously discussed a plan of attack before they got back to the cabin, because they each took their place right away.

Joe was in charge of my right side, Drew on my left and Ferg stood knelt next to my head massaging my neck and shoulders. We may have known how the massage was going to end, but my guys still took the time to massage every part of me, adding kisses from time to time. I watched as they worked, eyeing the taut muscles rippling under skin, the carnal smirks as they massaged my breasts, the lust in their eyes when I moaned in relief and of course their rock hard dicks. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

Joe was massaging my legs when his hand slowly crept up my thighs.

“You feeling better yet, Princess?” Drew cooed out softly.

I was going to say yes, but Joe slid his finger over my sex and I gasped when he flicked my clit. “Oh yeah. She’s ready” he said. “Aren’t you, Princess?”

I looked up at Drew and nodded yes. He leaned in, kissing me gently as Joe began kissing my thighs, moving up so slowly. As I moaned into Drew’s mouth, Joe nibbled playfully at my hood, quickly followed by flicking his tongue over my clit. My moan turned into a needy mewl, and Drew broke the kiss, looking down at me.

“Is Joe making you feel good?” He teased as he stood and towered over me. I whined and tried to wriggle, but Joe wrapped his arms around my legs holding me still. “Ohhhh. He is. Isn’t he?” He brushed the back of his fingers over my cheek. “Open that mouth little girl.” Drew grabbed his huge cock in his hand and pressed it against my lips. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out obediently.

“Ah, Dat’s ma good girl.” Ferg brushed his hand over my hair before he pulled my hand to his dick.

I grasped and sucked at the same time, eliciting a moan from both men. “You take my cock so good.” Drew said as he thrust into my mouth again. I quickly found a rhythm to stroke Fergal while Drew filled my mouth and part of my throat over and over. Fergal began playing with my nipples.

Even after last night, the feelings of all three of these men pleasing me was overbearing. My core clenched in desire as hands and mouths explored my sex, my body, my skin. I whined out in the painful need; a tear rolling down my temple into my hair.

“You ok princess?” Drew asked as he pulled out of my mouth suddenly. The other two men realized something was wrong and stopped too, which only made my need worse.

Fergal wiped the tear that escaped my eye with a gentle brush of the back of his fingers. “Love?”

I nodded before I could answer. “Yes. Just….”

“Just what love?” Finn asked. Would I disappoint them if I asked for a little less stimulation? Ferg leaned down close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Tell us.” His tone was gentle and caring, and I saw only concern from all three of them.

“I’m just a little over-stimulated. I know I handled this and more last night, but it’s just too much right now. Just a little too much.”

“That’s understandable, baby girl.” Joe cooed to me. “How about you tell us what you want?” He asked.

I should have known the guys would understand. They were all so sweet. I smirked at Joe, “Well, for starters,” I put my hand on Joe’s shoulder and started pushing down. “Keep doing what you were doing.”

All three of the guys laughed as Joe resumed his place between my legs. One long lick across my sex elicited a long moan from me. Ferg moved to the head of the bed, picking up my head and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke my hair lovingly.

“There we go, lass. Is that better?” Drew asked.

I looked to him and took his hand. “You are all such,” Mid-sentence, Joe had dipped two fingers in my sex as he sucked my clit. My back arched, the tension in my core becoming unbearable. I needed to cum. When he curled his fingers to brush my g-spot, I exploded with a near-feral groan.

“T’ere ya go, luv.” Ferg cooed down to me. He waited a minute before asking, “Better now?”

Him stroking my hair felt so good, so soothing. The sensation so different than the wild storm of lust that was rising up in me again. Joe peppered kisses up my body until he came face to face with me. He looked entirely too proud of himself as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. He didn’t speak, but instead let out an almost imperceptible growl in my ear, which made me smile. He wanted to take me now. I knew it. I wanted that too, but there were 2 other men to please, and we both knew it.

“Lay down here.” I tapped the bed beside me and Joe laid down. I curled onto his chest lovingly as Drew laid down behind me, his hands caressing my body softly, his lips softly pressing into my neck. It was a sweet moment as all three of my men held me, but it was over too fast. Drew’s hand slid down to my ass, caressing and grabbing at it as he lined his cock up to my slit.

In one long stroke, Drew buried his massive cock inside me. The pleasure caused me to jerk, and I ended up looking at Joe. “Is this ok, princess?” Drew’s words were nice, but there was a desperate need tempering his voice.

“Yes!” I was quick to answer, and my enthusiasm made the guys chuckle.

As Drew slid out and back in me, Joe hooked his fingers under my chin, lifted my face to his and kissed me. I gasped into Joe’s mouth as a third stroke caused my back to arch. I couldn’t lay still…. Not with how good Drew was making me feel. I couldn’t just stay and enjoy Joe’s kiss. I leaned up on my elbow as Drew found a good rhythm.

“You ok, luv?” Fergal asked. He was being so patient. I smiled up at him for a second before Drew’s next thrust. Each time he entered me, it was faster and harder until he was pounding that massive cock inside me so hard that I couldn’t think straight.

“Y…. Yes.” I answered as soon as I could.

Joe rolled onto his side, resting his hand on my hip as he cooed out praises to me. “You’re doing so good for us, baby girl. So good.”

Drew fucked me for an eternity. At least it seemed like an eternity. I began to worry about my other men, but they continued to sooth me and praise me. I came 3 more times as he continued, hard and fast. When he finally found his release, he came all over my hip and ass. Ferg got wet washcloth and cleaned me up as Drew laid recovering behind me. Once done, Drew turned me over and pulled me onto his chest, kissing my forehead as he thanked me.

“I should be the one thanking….” My sentence was interrupted by Joe’s fingers sliding into my wet cunt. My surprised moan elicited a chuckle from the men.

Joe wasted no time, filling me with his length before I could even think about it. He may have been the sweetest of the three but that gentility disappeared the second he was inside me. His fingers grabbed greedily at my hips, pulling me back onto his cock over and over. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises on my hips, but right then, I didn’t care.

He fucked me so hard, I thought my cervix might be bruised. It was sweet pain. I came again and again, losing myself in the tide of my orgasms overtaking me. A scream jarred me out of my bliss. It took a minute for me to realize I was the one screaming; screaming in a combination of pleasure and pain. Joe spanked me hard, the burning in my ass fading into tingling and heightening my ecstasy. Hearing my moan, Joe spanked me again. As before, I couldn’t stay laying on Drew’s chest as Joe’s thrusts pushed me into me jarringly.

Joe locked his lips over my neck, sucking a spot until I was sure it would bruise. A brief thought of how much makeup I’d need to use on the bruise was quickly pushed out of my head as Joe thrust again.

Fergal reached for my hair, bundling it up into a ponytail as Joe continued. Ferg handed the ponytail to Joe, who needed no instruction. He grabbed the hair willingly and began to pull my head up hard; using my hair as leverage to fuck me harder. The combination of his hand grabbing at my skin, him pulling my hair and the delicious friction between my legs was overwhelming and yet, perfect. The pleasure built until it was a combination of pleasure and pain. Just as I was certain I couldn’t stand another minute of it, he growled out as he came, pulling out of me and leaving his seed spread across my other hip and ass.

Ferg was quick to wash me up again, and the bed rustled as the men adjusted, but I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes and see what they were doing.

“Love?” Ferg was in front of me. I opened my eyes to find that Ferg was laying next to me. Drew was gone and Joe laid on his back recovering. “Are ya ready for me?” I could hear the edge of desire in his voice. He was desperate; needy.

I dreaded the mere idea of another round, but as Ferg’s blue eyes looked into mine, I knew he’d be gentle with me. His hand came up to my cheek, his thumb caressing the curve of my face. Seeing nothing but gentleness from him, I nodded yes. “I’m a little overstimulated.” I warned.

“I know love,” He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly, carefully. “I know. I’m going to be careful.” Turning us until he was above me, Ferg pushed his knee between mine and took his place between my legs. Brushing his dick over my sex, Ferg smiled when he found I was still very wet.

Slowly, gently, he entered me. I may have been over-stimulated, but the second I felt my lover inside me, the fire in me re-kindled. Yes. I could go one more round. One more for my men.

I surrendered to Ferg, and he did not disappoint. We made love, soft and slow. Joe slipped out once he was recovered, and I heard a shower turn on, but as Ferg reached down and started circling my clit with his finger I forgot about everything that wasn’t in this bed. I exploded moments later, my core clenching hard around him. “Fuuuuck.” He moaned out, and I knew he’d lost control too, cumming with a wild roar as he emptied himself inside me.

He laid beside me, gasping for breath as he recovered. I was completely spent, unable to move at all. Ferg curled around me, gently caressing my skin with his fingers as he kissed me softly. When Drew returned a few minutes later, wet and gloriously naked, he quickly scooped me up from Ferg’s hold, kissing my forehead as he carried me to the bathroom. “You ok, princess?” he asked as he set me down on the side of the tub that was now filled with warm water.

I moaned my agreement, barely able to keep my body upright. “Can you handle this part alone?” he meant pee. When I nodded yes, he ducked out of the bathroom, letting me handle the necessary task. “Ok babe. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up and helped me climb into the warm bath. Sitting on the floor beside me, Drew carefully washed me before putting me back to bed with a couple of Aleve and water. Obviously the guys had discussed this, because Joe now came to lay beside me, pulling me onto his clean and slightly still damp chest. My heavy eyes closed now, and I drifted off to sleep completely sated.

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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DON'T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON ME

Summary: The one time Joe Toye saved you and the one time you saved Joe Toye.

Word-Count: 3.1k

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ! attempted suicide, descriptions of assault, blood/bruising, angst with a happy ending

A/N: Inspired by this post! When I was reading this and listening to Elton John, it hit me like a bus. It's not one of my best works, but I hope you enjoy! :)

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Toye was one of the toughest sunva’ bitches (Guarnere’s words) that you had ever met. Tall, dark, and brooding, easy company respected and feared him. He had a gloomy expression and zero-tolerance from bullshit from anyone and anything. The number of fights you had seen him get into, the way he’d hold the collar of a soldier’s shirt, or simply the look of disappointment would make anyone shit their pants. You were a visual learner and always associated the men of easy company with the weather. Joe Toye to you was like a gloomy storm cloud, thunder booming behind it.

Unlike Joe Toye, a gloomy storm cloud, you were a ray of sunshine. The war was a tough time for all the man and your mere presence would shine brighter than a thousand stars. A natural smile always donned your face, and the men simply loved it. Your sweet voice was like a lullaby to them. Whenever they needed someone to be vulnerable with, you always had their backs as a close friend. You had always been someone who had tried to find the positive in life, despite it being hard. Your smiles and bright attitude had earned you the nickname of “sunshine” or for short, “sunny”. You wore the name with pride and whenever one of the men of easy company would call you it, a smile would grow as you’d shake your head. The men of easy company adored the ray of light you brought to the company.

Despite the differences, even if you were scared shitless of Joe Toye, he made one thing clear around the company; that nobody would hurt you.

Joe wasn’t one for nicknames or social interaction. You had talked to him a few times, but it was brief. His brooding appearance was intimidating and yet strangely so prepossessing to you. You knew that opposites attracted. Whether it be his dark features or the way he’d growl in his low voice, it would always make your cheeks warm.

He wouldn’t have to speak. If someone had been bothering you or making lewd remarks, he simply hovered over you. You’d see the man who’d be bothering you, looking like he had just pooped his pants, scram away. You turned to thank Toye, but he’d be gone in a flash. It made you feel guilty. You wanted to thank him-but he always slipped out of your fingers.

You confronted about the Toye's attribute. Guarnere would look at you and give you a little goose laugh, stating the same phrase.

“Means he’s gotta a lil’ crush on yah, sunny. Ain’t want nobody to hurt this girl.”

“But that’s what I’m confused about!” You would exclaim in frustration, “Why doesn’t he let me say thank you? Why does he only nod his head when I say hi? Why does he look at me and smile, but then he looks away? Why does he-“

“Jeez laweez girl!” Guarnere would interpret your little rant and pat your shoulder, “I got sisters, I know what I’m doin”. Just let it play out.”

Letting out a groan of frustration, you’d bury your hands in your face and let out a loud groan. It was simply hopeless. You were in the middle of a war, and Toye and you knew that love had no place in war. You were probably an annoying babbling idiot in Toye’s view.

But little did you know-Toye thought differently of you. There was something about you that would turn his face and show his dimples whenever you’d cheer up a soldier or help out a friend. Toye didn’t understand how you could be so damn cheery all the time, but something about you made him do something he had trouble doing-smiling.

———

The first time Joe Toye saved you was in Aldbourne.

You had been having trouble sleeping most nights. One night, you couldn’t stand twisting and turning in bed, so you opted for a late night walk. Aldbourne was a quaint town, and you knew that there were no threats surrounding you. If one of the men of Easy had found out, they’d be horrified, but you knew that you were capable of taking care of yourself.

There was not a single noise in the small town. It was an odd hour in the early morning with the fog covering Aldbourne with the sky still being pitch black. Wrapping your large jacket around your body, you looked down as you wandered down the road.

Joe had been acting strange lately. He was more distant from the crowds, simply avoiding all conversations, all but you. It wasn’t that he followed you around, but he looked after you. He spent his time around you. It was the first time you didn’t seem him as irritated or annoyed, at least when he was around you. Whenever Luz would look at or simply tease him, his face would scrunch your and he’d stand up to go give the company’s comedian a piece of his mind. You’d sigh and gently grab his arm, holding him back.

Normally, Joe would ignore you and move on. Nobody’s opinion mattered to him.

But with you-he felt like his whole world shifted. Your soft face and gentle touch would enchant him.

A grumble would escape Joe’s lips as he turned around to sit down. He’d mumbled something in your ear, in which didn’t mean much at the moment to you,

“What would the company do without you, y/n?”

Nobody ever called you by your real name except for two people; Eugene Roe and Joe Toye.

In the corner of your eye, you’d see a faint smile. It wouldn’t be caught by anyone by you.

You were prideful in yourself. You, making Joe Toye smile. Nobody would believe you. Maybe you had been the only one who caught onto it-but you were the sunshine of easy company. Joe Toye was a cloud who was almost dark and gloomy, and you were the sun that would outshine him.

Sure, it was childish, but it still made your cheeks warm up and a smile grow on your face. You were in the middle of a war, and making someone smile or happy was your job.

As you walked through the night, the muffled voices of sobs and curses could be heard. Buried in the collar of your jacket, you raised your head. The pained noises were coming from further down the road. You picked up your pace and hurried down the road to see one of the men in another company. He wasn’t someone you knew well, but you were familiar with it. His voice and mannerisms identified him as Lowery.

Lowery sat slunched under a lamppost, sobbing with a few broken bottles surrounding him. His cries of pain and curses only made your head break.

“Lowery…?” You whispered, loud enough for him to hear you.

Lowery still had his face in his hands but stopped his loud sobs. “Y/n...that’s you?” He said in a slurred tone, completely intoxicated.

“Yes, it’s me.” You said as you walked over and bent down to put a hand on his shoulder, “Do you know where you are?”

Lowery didn’t respond and simply looked down into his hands. You knew he would need some assistance getting back to his barracks and some water to ease him.

“Come on,” You gently stated as you grabbed his shoulders, “Let’s get you back”.

Out of nowhere, Lowery sprinted up and grabbed you, spinning you and pinning you to the lamppost. His hands attempted to grab your neck and you fought them off, screaming for help. One of his hands held your hands together as he dug through his holster to pull out his jump knife.

“You fucking tramp, shut your damn mouth.” He hissed, spit forming through your mouth. With a firm grasp on the knife, his feet stomped onto the soles on your boots as he began to slowly drag the knife towards your stomach. “Always smiling and acting all prissy and shit. If you this doesn’t shut you up, then I don’t know what wi-“

Suddenly, Lowery’s cheek was met with a pair of brass knuckles. He groaned in pain, holding his bloody cheek. Seeing your opportunity to escape, you wobbled away and fell down in shock. Covered by the darkness, you managed to make out two figures. Lowery, on the ground, and another tall figure making his way towards Lowery.

The rough voice made it clear that it was none other than Joe Toye.

Toye grabbed Lowery and dragged him to the lamppost, pinning him with a single hand choking this throat. Lowery’s skin has gone pale, covered in blood as he struggled to breathe.

“Damn you, Lowery. You ever threaten y/n again and I’ll kill you. Got it? I’ll kill you,” Joe had spat out at Lowery. Lowkey didn’t respond and he punched him again, except on the next cheek, making sure to leave him brushed and bloodied.

“I’ll kill you!” He hissed, and Lowery began to nod. The second time Joe spoke made you jump out of your little shock. Pushing yourself up from the mud, you began to run down the road away from Toye and Lowery. Toye had seemingly appeared out of thin air.

As you ran, it took you a second to stick it together. In the barracks, there was another empty bed and it had to have been Toye’s. You had told him about your late night walks and he wasn’t over the moon about them, scolding you as a father does to a child. Toye was worried about you, being a woman, getting attacked or lost or anything bad happening to you. You would smile and sway your shoulder, saying that you were fine.

Next time, you were going to listen to Joe Toye’s advice since he had saved your life.

———

The second time, you had saved Joe Toye’s life also in Aldbourne.

You had all been sitting in a pub. It was a typical Friday night; the men were drinking, laughing, and chatting about whatever was new. You sat at the edge of the bar, swirling your beer in your hand. The incident that had happened a few nights ago was still fresh in your mind. There were visible bruise marks on the side of your neck and hands. They burned and hurt, but there was nothing you could do. The memories were still fresh in your mind, and it made you go quiet. You had told the members of Easy about the occurrence, but left out the part of Toye.

He must have followed you to witness the attack. It creeped out you, but then again, you shouldn't had told him of your midnight walks. In a way, it was a brave and kind action of Toye. If hadn’t been there, Lowery could have hurt you or even worse-killed you. But you felt guilty for running off like a coward, not thanking him for saving your life.

You saw Toye around, but he always avoided you and the men. He was usually standoffish, but it had become more noticeable. He would prefer to be on his own, not bothered by anyone, even you or Luz. Luz attempted to converse with Toye, but Toye looked at him, grumbled, and walked away. Luz looked defeated and you would sit by his side to comfort him.

“It’s just Toye,” You would say, even though you were uncertain, “Sure he’s in a funk.”

You had seen Toye head out to take a leak, but he hadn’t returned in an hour. Slugging by the end of the bar, you looked at the ticking clock as the hands would slowly move by. He had been gone for a strange amount of time, and it was beginning to worry you. Aldbourne was a safe town, but what if? It had happened to you, it could happen to anyone, even someone was frighting as Joe Toye.

Since the men were either too distracted or drunk, you put your foot down and chose to go after Toye. Going up the stairs, you went to each floor and looked for him, but found nothing. Your worry began to increase as you began to pick up your pace and check every room for a sing-yet you found none. On the highest floor, you noticed that a door had been opened. It had to have been Toye-nobody else would go up this bar. Walking up the small staircase, you were greeted upon the night sky and the roof of an atrium. The roof was made of glass, held up chicken wire. Joe stood in at the edge, looking down. He hadn’t even noticed your presence as he took slow steps towards the edge.

Realizing, your heart dropped as you took slow steps, “Joe!” You called, panic in your voice. There was no response from him.

You chose to become louder, “Toye, it’s y/n. Look at me.”

Still, nothing but silence. You could see his head tilt down to look at the three stories below him. Tears began to form in your eyes. No, he couldn’t.

“Toye!” You yelled as the wind threw a big gust. “I know you can hear. Look at me. Please.”

Just as his foot was about to hang off of the edge, he froze in place. The voice was familiar. Hearing a voice he associated with happiness become distorted made his brain freeze. He became paralyzed. Letting out a shuttered sigh, he redacted his foot and turned to look at you.

Like you, Toye looked different. He didn’t look like he wanted to hurt anybody or intimating; but like a scared child. His dark eyes were red and puffy. Everything that you needed to know was right in front of you. Holding your hand out, your fingers bent, signaling Toye to come forward.

You murmured under your lips, “Let’s go.”

Toye turned around and walked over the atrium. Joe looked like hell as he grabbed your hand, grasping onto as his life depended on it. You carefully lead him down the stairs. Reaching the end of the stairs, he did something you would have never imagined him ever doing. It was human emotion that most men felt, but you never thought Joe Toye would do it.

Joe fell onto his knees, crying. Big tears falling down his face. His burly, worked hands glided up against the side of your legs. It took you back. You couldn't believe he was in tears. Just a minute ago he was standing on the edge of an atrium to a three-story drop and there he was, crying as he held onto your legs for comfort.

So you did what you did best for the men of easy company. Bending down, you wrapped your arms around his back as you gently ran them down his back.

“Yeah, you’re okay,” You whispered into his shoulder, “Let it all out. I was worried about you.” When you got Joe to look at you, you cupped a hand on his cheek. “Why did you go up there?”

Joe shook his head, unable to use words. You patted his cheeks in reassurance, “Well, we were all worried. I was worried about you. What would I have done without you?”

Inhaling, he tilted his head down as he pulled you close. His head rested in your stomach as he began to speak. “I don’t know what I would’ve done with you. I don’t know what got into me...It just seemed like an escape. But you came and put me back in the right place. Saved me from myself.”

“Consider it a favor returned,” You mentioned. Toye looked up at you, he knew about the night just like you did.

“By the way, thank you.” You thanked him as your hands rested on his shoulders, “I ran away only because I was scared…”

Joe’s face softened at your worry. You shook your head and clarified, “Not of you, I just...yeah. I was a little shaken up.”

Seeing your hesitance, Joe’s fingers touched your chin to lift it. His fingers ran over the developing bruise marks. His hand rested on your waist as he pulled you closer.

“They’re not as bad as you think.”

“Bullshit.” Toye hissed. You took his hands as he held them, “If I see that fucker again, he’ll be a dead man. Someone’s gonna fuckin’ die.”

Seeing the tension rise, you patted his shoulders as he looked up at you with a disappointed face. “Joe, I understand. But, I don’t want you to get hurt as well. Don’t it for me...Please?”

Looking up and down, Joe buried his head once again in your stomach and grumbled grumpily, “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

As his head rested, you brought your hands to stroke his dark hair. You hummed in response, “How so?”

“You’re so damn smiley all the time. Thought it was because you were a woman, but that ain’t it. You’re just a good person-and that’s hard to find now,” Joe hinted at. It was a confession of love, in his own way. You knew what he was trying to say. You smiled down at him and stroked his cheek, in which he laid into. “I don’t know, I just like being’ ‘round you. You make me a better person.”

“That’s the point of my nickname, Toye.” You stated, “You know I’m here for you. You know that I love you, right?”

Toye nodded his head as he stood up and held your hands, “Yeah, I do. From the first day I saw you.”

The two of you began to talk down the staircase, hand in hand. You tilted your head, a smile on your face.

“You're joking! I thought you hated me. Always thought you did.”

Toye shrugged his shoulders, “It’s hard to hate somebody as kind as you, doll. Just promise me one thing.”

You looked over at him and nodded. The two of you stopped at the door before entering back into the busy bar.

“Yes, Joe.”

“Don’t let the sun go down on me.”

Little did you know, those words would stick with you and Toye for the rest of the war. From Toccoa to Aldbounre to Brecourt to Bastogne-that was your phrase. You were the sun to Toye’s cloud. You brought the light instead of him, and he became a better person from your sheer positivity. Through hell and back, no matter what, you had kept your promise to Toye-Till death do you part.

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