#and then i can just crash and sleep and hopefully fully cover

[roses-and-elixir]

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[0asterous0]

Prologue, Finale part.

"Grian runs in to find the girl and get her (and hopefully her mother) to safety." - Previous chapter.

TW// blood, gore, death.

He ran towards the explosion. He wanted so much to just stay away from all of this, but that’s a kid, either completely alone or with her mother wounded and unconscious. What kind of person would he be, if he just left in a situation like this? He didn’t care about people around who were running in the opposite direction, away from the trouble; if they could sleep after this, without a pang of guilt consuming them whole, Grian definitely couldn’t.

The second he turned the corner, he saw the entrance to the STARR labs, enveloped in flames. Come on, who attacks a blood donor lab? Some of these villains are just complete assholes, aren’t they? He briefly sees a little girl through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, her leg stuck under the rubble, and runs towards her, quickly jumping in through the door that flew away from the hinges the moment the explosion struck. 

“I’m here,” He says quietly, the moment he goes down on his knees in front of the poor girl, trying to take off the rubble. “It’s okay, I’m gonna get you out, okay?”

The little girl looks up at her, eyes full of tears, but still nods, trying to contain her sobbing. Gods, she was so brave right now, Grian hopes her parents are proud. The last rock is lifted off her feet, and he can see the damage done to her legs, one bruised and one dripping down blood, bend in a different direction. The second the girl sees it, she bursts into tears even worse than before. Right, it’s hard sometimes to comprehend the true damage if you can’t see it, but now that she has, she’s probably terrified.

“Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, we can take care of it!” Grian says, trying to sound as calm and collected as he can. The last thing he wants is to scare her even more. Looking down at her leg again, he could tell that it was broken, so he needed to be as gentle as possible to avoid making it even more painful for her. 

“Is your mom around here?” He asks, quickly looking around the room. There was smoke and rubble everywhere, but not a single other person. Maybe she was let inside, they were probably here for a blood test after all. But thinking about it, it was even worse because that meant she was closer to the explosion than he thought. The little girl refused to answer. No– it’s more that she couldn’t answer through all the sobbing.

“No!” Grian hears the scream of a man before he runs out of the door at the end of the room. His lab coat was fully ruined and there was blood on his temple, slowly running down his face. He looked terrified running away from something. Grian had a second to grab the girl and hide with her behind the giant rubble, before a sudden yellow light covered the whole room, immediately dying down. The man screams again, and a second later, Grian can hear a loud crash followed by a choking sound.

“P-pl..ea..se” the man struggles to talk. 

Grian is scared. Something in him is telling him to look behind and see what is happening, but his whole body is shaking. He has a hand covering the poor girl's mouth to keep her quiet. He doesn’t know who is behind this attack, and unfortunately, there are a lot of villains who are not afraid to hurt a child.

“Where are they?” He hears a new voice, hidden by a voice changer. Surprisingly, he sounds very calm, but Grian can hear the venom in it, his anger and annoyance fully on display. There’s another thud, the man falling to the ground. From what he can imagine, he was probably held by his collar to the wall and now was dropped to the floor. 

“I.. I d-don’t know.. What.. What th-they?” 

“Stop playing dumb!” The previous calmness was nowhere to be heard now, the new voice rising in anger, turning into a shout. It sends shivers down Grian’s spine. “The suitcases! They delivered three this morning! They should be here, but they aren’t, so where are they?!”

Grian lets out a shaky breath and finally, risking everything, looks out from the hiding spot to see what is happening. As he guessed, the man working in the lab was now lying on the ground, almost in tears looking up at the other man while trembling. 

Grian knows this villain. Standing above the scientist was a man with heavy muscles, mostly hidden by the black cloak running down his shoulders. The black and yellow striped costume’s interior was giving a slight glow, alongside the gas mask on his face, while there was running electricity in his hair to fully cover it in a yellow light. The sparks were flying all around the room, while his right leg was pushing down on the poor man's chest as hard as possible, causing him to cough in pain.  

Static.

Okay, Grian, what do you know about Static? His mind supplies. 

Static first appeared around five years ago; first as a vigilante, helping Boatem’s citizens with everything he could, from cleaning up the parks to stopping the street robberies even though he never worked under the law, which caused him to be the victim of police hunts for years. That was just over two years ago when his official status was changed to a villain after an attack on a public place.

Static is known for attacking mostly large companies. He does leave a lot of casualties behind, but it’s rarely lethal and never a direct attack on civilians, mostly because of his very destructive enchantment. That means that if he sees them, there is a big chance he will just let them go. 

“I d-don’t.. I-I-I c-can’t,” The man is choking on his tears, looking up at Static petrified. Even Grian understood that lying in a situation like this didn’t make any sense. When dealing with villains, you always need to remember that most of them don’t show any mercy. The lightning around Static disappeared for a second. He slowly lifted his leg off the man's chest, immediately hitting him once again harder, but this time, he can hear the man screaming, surrounded by the yellow sparks. Fuck, did he just electrocute the man? It lasted for a few seconds, Grian desperately holding the poor girl in his hands who was shaking in horror, listening to the agonizing screams. It cut off as quickly as it started.

“Last chance,” Static’s voice sounded flat again, no emotion peeking through the gas mask covering his mouth. If the smell of this place was bad before, with all the rubble and fire around, now it smelled like a lump of overcooked meat– it made him shiver. “I can find out on my own, you know, you can’t hide them from me– so speak before I hurt you even more.” As if on cue, his electricity sparked once again, crackling across the room and missing Grian’s face by an inch. He jumped, his face hiding behind the rubble once again to calm down. That was very close. 

“It’s in Falsewell! P-please, It’s in F-Falsewell!” The man screamed, and Grian shifted, his shoulders slightly dropping. That’s… That’s good, now that Static has information he will leave; that is what he’s after most of the time, right?

“Which lab?” 

“B-18! I-It’s… the one in front of-of the historical museum,” Grian slowly relocated back to the corner, looking out towards the two men. He could see how the poor guy was still shaking, lying on the ground, now with his eyes closed. Static’s boot was still on his chest, and Grian could see that he was not planning to move anytime soon.

“What’s your badge number?”

“HC-24, I-I don’t know anything, I p-promise!”

“Dust?” Static asked, turning his head slightly left. A few inches and he would have looked directly at Grian, but that was definitely not the plan, he still didn’t know they were there, no, he was talking to someone. He could see from here a little device in his ear, the control over his powers was terrifyingly good if it didn’t get destroyed in this lightning show, so close to his hair which was constantly buzzing in yellow light. But that gave Grian another question. Who’s Dust? He never heard that name before, someone new around here? And Static always worked alone before, but suddenly he has a partner? That was… a problem. What was in those suitcases that they were after? 

“No… No, n-no, please! PLEASE!”

“Oh, well,” Static started, turning back towards the man. He lifted his leg, putting it down next to the man, and squatting down to look closely at him. “It’s your lucky day!” 

Grian didn’t have time to look away. Barely under a minute, the poor man lying on the ground gave a relieved smile just before Static grabbed his face by hand. There was no scream of agony, just a growing sound of electricity, and an explosion under Static’s palm. Being blinded for a second wasn’t enough– Grian wished he hadn’t seen the moment that blood with pieces of meat and skin and muscle was splattered around Static; the man’s body was still shaking, seizing with electricity while blood dripped down his fully exposed and shattered skull. The body twitched and writhed with the aftershocks of the very dead man’s adrenaline, and Grian nearly vomited at the sight and the smell of the burnt up bits-and-pieces of the corpse.

Grian has seen injuries before– he has seen death before, but nothing was as gruesome as this. He couldn’t let the child see it. No, no, no, she couldn’t see it, this would ruin her for the rest of her life. He needed to… To hide, yes. They just needed to stay there until Static left, and then he would get her out, and he-

For a second, their eyes met. Grian immediately retreated towards the corner, hiding deeper behind the rubble, and holding the girl by his side, trying to shield her. Just a few minutes ago he was sure that they were okay, but now after witnessing this, he couldn’t risk it. He heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to their hiding spot, and he could feel the girl trembling in fear, trying to say something through Grian’s hand. No, no, no, not now!

“You don’t work here,” Grian didn’t even notice that he had his eyes closed, before he had to open them, meeting face to face with the villain, who crouched in front of them. The same way he did with the man. No. no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

The child let out a quiet sob, shaking. Looking down at her, he could see a wet puddle growing around her. Gods, this poor girl. He wanted to cry with her. He should have just picked her up and run when they had a chance, she wouldn’t need to be here. 

Static’s hand reached forward towards the girl, and Grain instinctively tried to shield her behind him. Fuck it, if they were dying here, he would at least try to protect her with his life– he would not go down without a fight. He just needs to… skin contact, right!! Grian, you spoon! He needs to touch Static’s skin and he can fight, but..

“I’m not gonna hurt her, calm down,” Static sounded peaceful, his glow around disappearing, only staying in his hair, which Grain knew was part of his costume to hide the identity. Grain observed him carefully, trying to find a hint of a lie in his voice, eyes, and body language, but Static looked… relaxed, as if he didn’t just take someone’s life. He was also reaching towards them with another hand, not the one still dripping blood, with remains of skin now attached to the black glove. He didn’t know what kind of reaction the girl would have if he did. 

He saw a hand getting closer and closer, and he scanned from the skin, he just... He just needed to get in contact with his skin, and everything would be fine… He just... He couldn’t see an open skin anywhere but Static’s face above the gas mask, and he knew that reaching for his face would be a suicide. His hand touched the girl's broken leg, and for a second Grian stilled, forgetting how to breathe. There was nothing, and a second later, he saw lightning enwrap her leg before the girl let out a scream.

“What the hell?!” Grian screamed, jumping backward and taking the girls with her, as far as possible. “You said you weren’t gonna hurt her!!” He looked down at her, trying to see if it left any marks or burns, but he couldn’t see anything, other than the damage that was already done.

“And I didn’t, she just got scared,” Static responded, slowly standing up. “I numbed her pain, broken bones are very painful to deal with, especially at her age when they are so fragile. The ambulance will be around here soon, she will be fine.”

With that, he turned around and went towards the exit, the doors missing from the hinges. Grian’s blood boiled. He was the one that attacked the blood donor lab, he was the one that got civilians into trouble, he was the one who’s actions broke that bone– and now he’s trying to act as if he isn’t? As if the girl should be thankful that he helped? 

“She was here with her mother!” He screamed at Static’s back, seeing him stop in place. Fuck, he shouldn’t have done that, right? He can just turn around and kill him, he said that he wouldn’t hurt her, not him.

“People are still inside,” Static countered, still not turning back and continuing to walk. “I told them not to leave before the heroes or police get them out, she’s probably fine.” With that, the form of the villain got wrapped up in the air in a lightning strike, disappearing from view. Right, he can control electricity and turn into it. 

“You alright?” He immediately asked, looking down at the poor girls, who continued to sob. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, but instead of answering, she just burst into more sobbing, hugging him and hiding her nose in his shoulder. He let out a sigh and picked her up, holding her close to his chest. “Just… stay like this for a second, okay?” 

He slowly left their hiding spot, trying to keep the girl's face in the opposite direction from the corpse, hoping that she wouldn't see it, and finally got outside. He could still smell the smoke, both from the reception that they just left, and the second floor– which he could see through the window– was still in flames, worse than the first. If Grian’s not mistaken, the second floor is where they keep all documents and blood tests. Static probably wanted to destroy something specific but found out that it wasn’t here anymore. He wonders what was in those suitcases that drove him to these measures. And who the heck was Dust?

“Let’s just… wait a little longer, okay? I’m sure heroes will be here soon,” On cue, from the corner of his vision, he saw something jumping onto the second floor from the roof, clearly in a costume;  after that, an ambulance and several police cars followed. 

Grian didn’t leave until a group of people ran out from the lab, one of them bursting into tears and immediately approaching the ambulance where the girl was seated. They wanted to take her to the hospital, but after telling them about her mother still in the lab, they decided to wait– and for a good reason, considering the woman approaching them had a gushing wound on her forehead, the red liquid running down to her eyes. 

Grian wanted to leave, he wanted to hide from the cops as soon as possible; and now with heroes in sight, his anxiety was rising even faster. Which is why the moment mother and daughter were reunited, he turned away from his dark little corner and took off. 

By this time the rain had already stopped, which was quite inconvenient. Like- how is it that it rains the whole day, but stops the moment something explodes and bursts into flames? Grian let out a shaky and anxious chuckle, finally approaching the apartment. 

“Oh, no…” Grian mumbled when he finally looked down at his phone; he could spot at least 3 missed calls in the last hour from Ren, alongside many worried messages. It’s okay, Ren will understand.

“Dude! You scared the hell out of me! Where were you?!” Ren exploded the second Grian took a step into the apartment, making him sigh. Taking off the shoes and the coat, he immediately turned towards the bathroom, mumbling on his way as he knew that Ren was following him.

“I was walking back when the STARR Labs exploded, you probably saw it?” Opening the door, he went inside and dropped the coat inside the washing machine, then took off his shirt. It still smelled of smoke, rubble, and urine– and while he’s not the most hygienic person these weeks, even he can’t walk around with this on. Also, he’s pretty sure he will get fired the moment he shows up to work with his uniform smelling like this. 

“Of course I saw it! I was here when the explosion went off, and I could see the smoke rising! What were you doing in the lab that had you caught in the middle of this?” Ren asked, crossing his hands, his dog ears nervously twitching.  

“I wasn’t in the lab, I just..” Grian stopped in his tracks after throwing the shirt into the washing machine and looked up at Ren, before moving his vision to anything other than Ren. “I heard a scream... A little girl yelling for her mother, so I… I decided to help, and then couldn’t leave the lab, because the villain was right at the door…”

“You were in the same room as a villain?!” Ren exclaimed, his hands dropping down. He stared at Grian for a few seconds, before his expression softened. “You helped her?”

“Yeah…” He answered, unsure what to do with himself, but still met Ren’s eyes when he smiled at him.

“Of course you did, you have that in you,” Ren whispered. It sounded like he was… proud, which made everything inside him twist. He was a coward. The whole time he spent there hiding, not even trying to help the pitiful man who fell victim to Static’s hands. And even then, when the villain approached them, he couldn’t do anything but sit there and watch. What if he did hurt her? Would he just sit there, holding the corpse of the poor girl, seeing a mess of unrecognizable gore instead of a face like Static did to that man? He didn’t, but what if he did? In the end, Grain did nothing to protect her.

“I don’t think that’s right,” Grian murmured, avoiding Ren’s gaze again. He quickly moved around him and left the bathroom, the washing machine now on and spinning as fast as his day managed to spiral. Ren followed him back to his room.

“Oh come on, Grian, you know I’m right,” He said, overly enthusiastic. “I... Grian, listen,”

“I’m listening,” he responded, though he didn’t even look back, searching through his closet and grabbing the first t-shirt he saw to get dressed. As much as he loved being without the shirts, his wings out and breathing, the small holes on the back were enough to get them through and move around. Ren let out a sigh, and Grian heard a sound coming from his bed. Sitting on his bed, the other spoke up.

“I know that… something happened with you before we met,” He starts, and Grian instantly tenses. They never talked about Grian’s childhood, it was basically a taboo in this house, never to be discussed. Hearing Ren finally mention it… scared him. “And you don’t have to tell me anything, you know this, we talked about this before, but I’m not blind, Grian– I can see a spark inside of you.”

He can’t. There’s no spark inside him, and there hasn’t been one for a long time now. It all died years ago, the day he made the choice of a coward and ran away.

“But whatever happened scarred and scared you, that’s why you’re so careful right now. Sometimes I look at you and see the mischief in your eyes, but then you notice it too and try to lock it down, acting like helping others or having fun is the worst thing that might happen to you.”

It is. He does not deserve any of it. He couldn’t save the people he wanted to save the most, he was a coward, and if he let them down, how can he help others? People that he doesn’t even know. And how can he have fun, when he ruined the lives of so many? He should rot. They are probably wishing the same on him, after what he did. It wouldn’t be a surprise. 

“You need to pick up the pieces of your life, Grian, and finally get it together because you will be so much happier when you look up and do something that you want to do,” Grian wanted to cry. Ren continued to talk and his voice never quivered, always the same determination, the same trust and belief, belief that Grian actually deserved to be happy. 

He doesn’t know what his life would end up like without him. He never had a “lucky” life, but Ren? Sometimes he thought that Ren was the gift from above, and he wasn’t even a believer– it was just so surreal, that someone like Ren would stumble across someone like Grian, and instead of moving forward, approach him and offer him help. His roommate didn’t know anything about Grian’s childhood, didn’t know anything about his trauma; and yet, he stayed by his side. He doesn’t deserve a person like Ren in his life.

“Just… just think about it, okay? I know you’re not having the best days of your life, and I kinda understand why,” It was a cycle. It happened every year around February, it was only a matter of time before Ren noticed it. “But I… You need help, Grian.”

“What?” 

How did they get here? Ren started this conversation by saying that Grian wanted to help others and that he should if he wanted to, so why… Why are they suddenly switching to this? He doesn’t need help. Help for what? 

“You don’t feel well, Grian, It might not be me, but you need to talk to someone,” Grian fought every impulse of looking at him. Everything was telling him to do it, to meet his eyes and finally put an end to this, but he couldn’t. Not today.

Ren exhaled, and Grian heard the bed shifting. “As I said, just think about it– I’m gonna go make us some dinner, you’re probably very hungry,” Ren left the room as he said it, but before closing the door behind him, he quickly added, “Someone left that mail in front of the door today, by the way,” Ha? “I didn’t open it because it’s addressed in your name.”

With that, Grian was left to his thoughts. He let out a shaky breath and held back a sob, trying not to break down. Gods, why did it affect him so much? How did Ren know just what to say, to almost bring him to tears?

He turned around, facing the bed Ren was just occupying, and noticed a small box lying on top of it. He doesn't remember buying anything online, and even if he did, the box wouldn’t be delivered to the door– they would have gotten a piece of paper telling them about the package, and Grian would have needed to pick it up at the station. This was left by someone else.

Curiosity in him won, and biting down on his lip, he took the paper knife from the desk and slowly cut the top of the box. After dropping the knife to the bed, he opened the carton and noticed the pink.

Huh???

He dug into the box and took out a crop-top jacket: the wool was painted pink with a red heart in the middle of the chest, the heart outlined in black. Grian loves red, but he doesn’t think he has ever worn pink out of his work uniform– and screw that, why is someone leaving clothes at his door? Putting the jacket aside, the next thing he grabbed was the white pants, once again dotted with small heart patches around, this time colored in pink instead of red. 

What the hell???

Is this spandex?? And here it was, on the bottom of the box, a black turtleneck made of spandex, with a black domino mask on top looking back at him. Was Ren pulling some kind of a joke on him? What does this all mean? There’s no way someone actually left this at their door and addressed it in his name.

He took out the shirt, ready to turn around and go to Ren to ask some questions when his eyes were caught by a piece of paper falling down, which was hidden between the domino and the spandex. He picked up the paper from the floor and opened it. A letter.

Listen to your friend and remember my words. 

You know where the suitcases are.

Time is ticking.

- Oracle

P.S. You will need this soon, good luck!

Grian doesn’t remember how long he stood there, rereading the letter over and over again, trying to wrap his mind around it. He wasn’t sure it was from Ren anymore. Time is ticking. Remember my words. The stranger. Of course. Grian knew that there was something strange about that man in the morning, but he didn’t think that it might evolve into something worse. The suitcases? The ones Static was after? Did they want Grian to intervene? But why?

Grian sighed, sitting down on his bed and looking back towards the new clothes. Something was telling him that he was about to get into something much bigger than he ever wanted to. And something was telling him that his boring day-to-day life was about to become much more interesting.

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'-.° Masterpost - Next Part °.-'

[cosmonaughty]

Storm: Emerie/Hemlock

[I wrote another short fic featuring Emerie and Hemlock's relationship before the events of TBB. It's sfw but I put it under a cut for easy scrolling]

A bright flash of lightning illuminated the room for an instant, followed closely by a clap of thunder so loud it jarred Emerie to sit straight up in her bed. She hadn’t been fully asleep to begin with; the storm had been building all day and as she had watched the dark clouds piling up off the coast of the small island, she’d anticipated a sleepless night. The isolated research station had been selected in part due to the region’s reputation for electrical storms, but their frequency didn’t make them any less frightening to her. 

Of course, she had been thoroughly educated about the island’s weather patterns when they had first arrived; she understood the components of lightning and the process by which thunder was created, but this understanding offered no relief on nights like this. The unpredictability of the storm was what truly made her anxious. She couldn’t rely on the gales of wind to follow reason; the rain ferociously beating against her window had no motivation she could explain. 

Still sitting up, she hugged her knees and exhaled slowly, waiting for the next lightning flash and the dreadful boom that would follow. Her gaze drifted toward the doorway. Soon another crash of thunder vibrated through her tiny quarters, and just as suddenly she was out of bed, leaping down the hall on bare feet.

  The corridor was only lit by the occasional flash of lightning, but she could just as easily find her destination in the pitch dark. No doubt, the beacon atop the research station was shining more brightly than ever through the sheets of rain, she thought, and the thought itself comforted her. Although it was small and craggy, the island was a stable presence in the surrounding sea, something that could be relied upon even in the most chaotic tempest.  

The door to Hemlock’s room slid open with an easy whisper, but he didn’t say anything or move at all until the crisp bed sheets crinkled under the weight of an extra body beside his.He wasn’t surprised. In a storm like this one, it was less a question of if Emerie would show up and more a question of when she would.

“Don’t you think you’re too old to still be doing this?”

 He didn’t lift his head or turn over, or even open his eyes as far as Emerie could tell as she huddled against his back, but the quality of his voice didn’t indicate that he had been asleep. He didn’t sound annoyed by her intrusion, more amused by her persisting habit. 

“No.”  She answered back in a tone that matched his in knowing affection. “And you don’t either, or you’d have started locking your door by now.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you.” he reasoned. She made a noise of agreement as she buried herself up to her neck in the covers and rested her forehead gently between his shoulder blades. His right hand reached back and briefly graced her hair with a brush of his fingertips. 

Presently, he felt a light tap on his arm. 

“Go to sleep.” He said evenly. 

“Can I…?” 

Emerie’s voice trailed off as the doctor exhaled slowly, patiently. 

“Alright. If you promise you’ll go to sleep. Now’s not the time for conversation.”

“I promise.” She insisted hopefully. Hemlock turned from his side onto his back and moved his arm so she could crowd in closer to him, which she did eagerly. As she settled in, she rested her head over his chest and let her eyes finally fall closed.She remained like that for the rest of the night, lulled into easy sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

[missvelvetsstuff]

Where you goin, Star?  

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 10

Warnings: swearing, angst

The next morning Star spent 2 hours with the physical therapist, who gave her stretches and exercises she could use to build her strength back up.

Then she spent an hour with a nutritionist to help learn how to gain the weight she had lost, healthily.

Then a psychiatrist who specialised in addiction and PTSD.

Each one left her with a stack of papers and scheduled appointments for the coming week.

By the end of the day she was released from the hospital and taken in Tony's car to Stark Tower. Pepper showed her to a beautiful suite with a small kitchenette, fully stocked with healthy snacks and treats.

"You can make your own meals but we have a chef who can whip something up any time you need." Pepper smiled at her.

Star teared up. It had been so long since anyone even tried to be nice to her that she felt overwhelmed. Everything felt like too much. "Thank you Pepper. I think right now I could use some sleep."

Pepper gave her a gentle hug "Of course. There's a Stark phone on the desk with instructions included. It has the numbers you will need here. Me and Tony, the chef, the detectives. That sort of thing."

She showed Star the dresser and closet, filled with clothes.

"I guessed on your sizes but these will get you started and we can go shopping when you're up to it. Try to get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow" and left Star alone with him.

Bucky sat on the couch in the living area "Do you want me to leave too? I don't wanna-"

"No, please stay" she blurted out then covered her mouth. "I'm sorry, I just don't want to be alone."

Bucky shook his head "You don't have to apologize to me, I'll be here as much or as little as you need.

I know that we need to have a talk but no pressure. I'll be here when you're ready. Do you want me to put my number in your phone? In case you need me?" He looked at her hopefully.

She handed him her phone. "I think I'm going to take a bath, wash that hospital smell off." And grabbed some pajamas.

The bath was wonderful, deep tub with jets and never seemed to run out of hot water. When she left the bathroom she saw Bucky dozing on the sofa so she gently laid a blanket over him and went to bed.

Star crashed hard but woke up in a cold sweat and ached all over, her head pounding. She shook her head, which made it ache more, and reminded herself that this was just part of the withdrawals and they will pass with time.

When Star was up to it a few days later the detectives and a couple of attorneys that Tony recommended came in to discuss her accusations against John, a divorce, her inheritance from her grandmother and her fathers fortunes. Everything was all intertwined.

The divorce papers were drawn up quickly and were very simple. The majority of John's possessions were in fact hers and she was giving him nothing since she had evidence of infidelity and abuse. She braced herself for the drama because she knew John wouldn't just walk away. The last 3 years with her father's money and connections had emboldened him. She was honestly surprised that he hadn't shown up already.

Star wasn't doing well emotionally. Going over the horrible things that John and Brock did to her was difficult and reliving it all was giving her nightmares.

Bucky held her hand through all of it, she really didn't have anyone else but the more she remembered the more questions she had for him. She wasn't up to dealing with that yet. While she felt safe in Stark tower she worried about her horses so Tony sent a security detail to keep them safe.

On the third day, after lunch, she received a text from Tony's bodyguard, Happy Hogan. John was downstairs in reception demanding to see her and Happy was asking what she wanted him to do. She called her attorneys to see if they could come in and when they both confirmed, had Happy tell John to come back in 2 hours, so she had time to eat, shower and wait for them to show up.

After her shower, Star looked through the closet to find something comfortable but not too casual. She found a short sleeved green wrap style dress and sandals, impressed at how perfectly the dress fit. She made herself a mental note to thank Pepper and compliment her eye for size and style.

Bucky had told her he had business with Tony, Steve and Sam today so wouldn't be around until the evening. She had gotten used to having him around all the time so felt a little exposed seeing John for the first time but she knew that Happy and Rhodey would keep her safe. She did send Bucky a text to let him know John was coming over.

When Happy knocked on her door she had been sitting on the couch, daydreaming about getting back to her horses and the life she wanted. None of her dreams gave her any insight on how or where Bucky would fit in all of it.

The knocking startled her out of her thoughts so she stood up, smoothed her dress down and took his arm as he escorted her down to the conference room where she saw Rhodey waiting. He gave her a quick hug and whispered reassurances in her ear.

Star took a deep breath and entered the room to see John sitting and Clint standing behind him. She wondered briefly where Brock and Jack had gone but was relieved they weren't there and figured John had fired them for letting her survive and get away from them.

John stood and smiled at her "Sweetheart I've been so worried about you" he reached towards her which made her flinch and Rhodey stepped up between her and John.

That pissed him off "Whats this about? I cant even get near my wife? What the fuck is this game, Y/N?"

Happy looked at him coldly "I already advised you of the conditions for this meeting. If you try to touch Ms Pierce again, you'll be escorted out of the building."

John tried to look loving but didn't have it in him "Ms Pierce? I don't understand. My wife has been missing for days and I just want to take her home."

"Why? So you can finish the job?" She spat at him then Star sat, with Happy on one side, Rhodey standing behind her and her attorneys on her other side.

John forehead wrinkled "Finish what job? I'm just glad you are safe and-"

"No thanks to you. Don't play innocent John. We all know what you've done. I was willing to let you walk away with your secrets but you had to try to hurt me even more."

Her lawyer, Jeri Hogarth stood up "Alright folks, lets get started here.

Mr Walker, I'm Jeri Hogarth and this is my associate Desmond Tobey. We've been hired by Ms Pierce to handle your divorce and her inheritance.

Did you receive the divorce settlement that was sent to your office?"

John nodded but before he could speak she continued.

"Good. Have you retained someone to represent you in the divorce?"

John shook his head "No one will be getting divorced here. I'm taking my wife home with me."

Y/N shook her head and chuckled.

John smirked at her evilly. "Now sweetheart, you know what happens if you divorce me. You'll lose everything. So let's go home and work this out."

Star scoffed "Work this out? You tried to kill me you bastard, there's nothing to work out."

John chuckled condescendingly "Honey, you know I would never hurt you. Your drug habit has gotten out of control and now you've brought all these other people into our personal problems, your delusions. You know how I feel about that."

Jeri interrupted "Mr Walker, unless you intend to sign the divorce settlement as is then you should hire an attorney to represent you."

John shook his head "Don't need one."

Jeri sighed "Very well then the notes from this meeting will indicate that you have declined representation at this time." She looked at her associate "Desmond"

Desmond Tobey stood "My client has indicated that the settlement as written is the only offer that she will make. If it has to go before a judge she will produce evidence of Mr Walker's infidelity and physical abuse. Meaning the media will soon have access to said evidence which will affect his current job." He looked John in the eyes "Do you understand that, Mr Walker? She is willing to air out all of your dirty laundry for the world to see. Based on what I have seen so far it would be enough to destroy your political ambitions and make finding any employment difficult."

"But her father wanted-"

Desmond cut him off "Mr Pierce is deceased and the allegations would affect the stipulations of your inheritance."

John looked at Y/N "Are you sure you wanna do that honey? Tell the whole world you're a drug addict?"

Y/N glared at him "I wouldn't have even taken any pain pills if Brock hadn't beat me until I miscarried, while you watched. I wouldn't have kept taking them if you hadn't worked so hard to make my life miserable. I've been clean for almost a week and have no desire to take them again. I wouldn't have overdosed if you hadn't had Brock drug me."

John shook his head "No honey, that's not what happened. Brock caught you when you fainted after taking too many pills and drinking alcohol on your lunch with Pepper." He looked to her attorneys "The drugs made her confused but I'm so glad you're getting clean, baby."

Jeri sighed "We have a syringe with traces of morphine and two sets of fingerprints one belonging to Brock Rumlow and the other Jack Rollins. Ms Pierce was drugged"

"I told Brock to take her to the house and meet our doctor. Brock must have done something after her left with her. I had a meeting with an important donor that I couldnt miss." He made himself tear up "He worked for her father and was her bodyguard for years. I thought I could trust him." He looked at Y/N "Baby I'm so sorry that I-"

Jeri cut him off "The NYPD picked Rumlow and Rollins up at a motel near the airport this morning. They had tickets to Rio. No extradition treaty with Brazil." She looked through some paperwork "Rumlow isn't talking but Rollins on the other hand. We'll just call him the Canary because he won't stop singing."

John laughed nervously, his face visibly paling "He's just making shit up to save his own ass."

Jeri nodded "I can see how one might think that, he has admitted to some heinous crimes but he has all kinds of proof. Claims he knew Rumlow couldn't be trusted and he wanted to cover his ass. Pictures, paperwork, recordings, it's pretty extensive."

Desmond spoke up again "Are you still sure you don't want to sign the settlement?"

John gulped loudly "I'm sure. I think you're bluffing. If you really had all that evidence then you would just arrest me."

Y/N sighed "I just wanted this over. I don't want to spend months dealing with divorce court and a criminal trial but if that's what it takes to be rid of you and keep what is rightfully mine, I'm in." She looked at Jeri "I think that's enough for today. I need to rest."

John stood and hit the table angrily "Absolutely not! Y/N you are my wife and are coming home with me. Today. Right fucking now! I don't know who you people think you are but you have no right to keep me from my wife." He reached for her but was slammed against the table, hands held behind his back before he knew what hit him.

Happy had to hold back a laugh as John started squirming and yelling for Rhodey to let him go. Clint stood back with his hands up, giving Y/N an apologetic look before quickly leaving.

Jeri looked at him squawking like a chicken and shook her head "Looks like we're done for today. Mr Walker, there are two NYPD detectives waiting outside of this room who will be taking you in to be booked. I would recommend you find an attorney asap. Tomorrow I'll be speaking to a judge about returning the Pierce inheritance and properties to Ms Pierce so if you do make bail you'll need to find a place to live quickly. If you have any questions, feel free to call me. After you get out, of course, I don't take collect calls, unless it's a client."

Y/N stayed where she was while John was handcuffed and read his rights. Someone had called the press so John's perpwalk would make it to the evening news.

Happy looked to her once John was on the elevator "You ok ma'am?" She looked at him and nodded "Lets get you back home then." He helped her up and they took the elevator up to the top floor.

When they entered her suite, Bucky was waiting at the table with take out for dinner. He looked at Happy questioningly, Happy nodded that she was ok, just shaken up and left her with Bucky.

Bucky smiled gently at her "Hey Star. I heard you had some company."

She grimaced "I knew I would have to see him again eventually but it still caught me off guard." Bucky helped her sit on the couch and sat across from her waiting for her to continue.

"John refused to sign the papers, insisted he did nothing wrong. Even when they told him that Rumlow and Rollins were arrested and Rollins is singing. He still seems to think my father will somehow protect him."

She sniffed "something smells good. Did you make dinner" and smirked at him.

Bucky feigned shock "Now Star, you know damn well I can't boil water on my own."

She giggled "I thought you might have learned something in 3 years. Poor Peggy having to feed all of you all this time."

Bucky shook his head "I'm afraid the only thing I learned was that I can't live without you."

She rolled her eyes "Yes, I'm sure you were terribly lonely. Even Dot wasn't enough to assuage your loneliness."

Bucky looked confused "Dot? Why would she be with me?"

Star shrugged "Beats me, she was with you when you came to my father's wake. Brock said you took her with you when you left town"

Bucky shook his head "We know how trustworthy Brock is. We stopped at the clubhouse the morning of the funeral, she was there and claimed she wanted to pay her respects and be there for me. First time I saw her since we left. I barely even noticed she was there."

Star rolled her eyes "I'm sure. It wasn't Dot that kept you away so long? Your letter said a year at most but you were gone 3 years."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes "I kept thinking you would come back and tell me it was a mistake. That you would save me. I thought you'd stop the wedding but you never did and I gave up."

Bucky reached out to hold her hand and was encouraged when she didn't pull away.  Tears forming in his eyes as he answered. "I meant to come back sooner, I just I just. Everything got all fucked up." He looked at the floor.

Star sat quietly as he composed himself. He finally looked back up at her. "I planned to be back sooner. I figured I'd get the Harley mechanic certificate and then take some business classes here.

When Wanda told Peggy about your engagement it hit me hard. I was almost convinced that you were better off with John. He had your fathers support and was on his way up. Steve and Sam talked me down after a week long bender, reminded me that it was your father telling me I wasn't good enough. Told me Brock probably hadn't had the chance to give my letter to you. I threw myself back into the classes and was really doing well.

Then you got married and it was all over the news, up and coming candidate and heiress marry, wedding of the year, fairytale romance and all the other bullshit the media put out.

I saw your wedding picture on the front of one of the tabloids. You looked so beautiful but your eyes still looked so sad. I felt like a failure. I left you to your father's devices and it was my fault you weren't happy. I told myself you had the letter but still chose John."

He stood and started pacing, running hus hand through his hair.

"I thought you deserved better than a man who ran away like I did. I knew that I would never deserve you again, could never be good enough. I dove into a bottle of Jack Daniels and refused to leave. For months I barely left the house except to the liquor store. Finally one day I saw some tv interview with John and lost it. Tore the house up, put my boot through the tv.

Peggy came home that night and that was it, Steve tossed me into the shower until I sobered up and read me the riot act. Told me that a violent, drunken asshole definitely didn't deserve you and I better get it together or I would lose the few friends I had. So I cleaned up, joined AA and haven't had more than a couple of drinks since." He paused for a breath "Ok full disclosure, I got a little drunk after I tried to talk to you at your stable. I went to your parents house to confront you and Brock but John's car was there and Nick showed up to stop me. He bought me a couple of drinks after that."

"I'm so sorry, Star. I failed you so many times that I'll understand if you can't forgive me." He sat back down and took her hands "I didn't know what to do. When I met you I was sure I'd never be able to settle down. I figured any real relationships I tried were doomed to repeat my parents history. Dad in jail and mom forever alone because she couldn't bear another heartbreak.

You just blew me away with your free spirit and how you loved me so easily regardless of the fact that I was a dirt poor biker who couldn't afford his own apartment. The world felt brighter when I was with you. I thought we had a real chance.

Then we came home to your dad and I felt like he was reality showing me how impossible we were. I tried to stay hopeful that I could make myself good enough for you but obviously didn't do a great job.

I know now that I will never be good enough in some people's eyes including my own but I'm gonna try. I realized that the only opinion I care about is yours. If you think I'm good enough then I will keep trying to be. I don't want to live without you again, even if we're only friends. I haven't touched anyone else since you and I meant it when I said you're it for me. I love you, Star and I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much. If you let me."

@pattiemac1

Before Star could respond they were startled by loud banging on the door.

Chapter 11

[stormyoceans]

when i feel bad, i just reread everything you wrote about puentalay to make me feel better

today is that kind of day :(

monica, i hope your day and your week will go much better 💓

im so sorry you're feeling bad, anon, i really wish i could be there to bring you some tea and lend an ear or hold your hand through it. since i can't do that, im glad that i can at least bring you some comfort with my inability to shut up about puentalay. knowing that you like what i write about them makes me really happy, so i hope i can give you back some of that happiness

for this reason, i ended up writing down a little puentalay something for you, to give you some strength, but please don't feel like you have to read it or like it!!! im just gonna put it under a cut and maybe it can be a little surprise to make you smile

i really hope that you're gonna feel better soon and that the rest of the week will treat you kindly, anon 💜

okay so, i've mentioned it before but i would have loved to see sick!puen in the show because apparently i have feelings about it ;;;;;

the first time puen gets sick once they're back in their universe, he and talay aren't living together quite yet: they see each other whenever they can and talay does often spend the night at puen's place, but after a few days he always ends up going back to his mom's house. puen gets it: they haven't been officially boyfriends for long, and he guesses that if he spent more than two years away from his mother he would want to stay with her too. he also doesn't want to push when talay might not be ready, so even if he desperately wants talay to stay, puen never asks him to move in (sometimes, in those quiet, empty moments right after talay leaves, he can admit that maybe he's also afraid to hear talay reject the idea again)

one day, after a night spent in a cold bed without talay, puen wakes up with a slight fever, but since he has to film some kind of commercial and doesn't want to bother everyone by having to reschedule, he decides to take some meds and go to work anyway. the medicine does help at first, but after a few hours his head starts to hurt from the too bright lights of the set, his throat feels like is getting stabbed by hundreds of needles every time he talks, and his body seems to not be able to stop shivering

somehow he manages to get through the day with only a distracted comment from his manager on how he looks paler than usual, but he's supposed to see talay for dinner and puen knows talay will be able to tell something is wrong. and the thing is.. puen wants nothing more than to bury his face in talay's neck and let himself being taken care of, has been craving that all his life, however i think his first instinct would be to deal with it like he's used to: alone, in silence, with little other than himself and medicine to keep him company, because when you're sick you feel disgusting and grumpy and upset, and he's shown talay the most vulnerable parts of himself, but this.. he feels ashamed to burden talay with this. so he texts talay that something came up at work and asks him to see each other tomorrow, hates himself for the lie, but plans to make up for it the next day, after a good night of sleep and more meds hopefully make him feel better

puen crashes into bed as soon as gets home, still fully clothed and shivering, his entire body hurting, and he knows he should take a shower and maybe eat something, tells himself 'just ten minutes and then i'll go', but it's cold, and he's tired, and as soon as he drags the covers over himself he falls asleep. he wakes up some time later to the feel of something cool against his forehead. when he opens his eyes, talay's sitting next to him, a wrinkle between his brows and his mouth pressed together in a frown

"talay," he mumbles. both his eyes and throat feels like they're burning. "is this a dream?"

"dream, my ass," talay says, and puen thinks he sounds angry, but the thumb stroking across his cheek is so gentle that it makes puen's chest hurt. "i'll get medicine," talay adds after a moment. "you need to eat something too."

puen wants to tell him that he isn't hungry, that he's fine as long as talay doesn't leave him, but by the time he can painfully swallow around the lump in his throat, talay is already walking out of the room. puen has almost dozed off again when talay comes back carrying a tray with a bowl full of broth and a cup of tea. he helps puen sits up in bed and then feeds puen the broth himself, the furrow between his brows just getting deeper every time puen winches a little as he swallows or has to stop to cough. puen wants to smooth it out with his fingers, wants to ask talay why he's there and if he's angry that puen canceled their plans, that talay has to take care of him like this, wants to beg him to stay and hold him, but talay hasn't said anything in a while and puen now knows for certain that he's angry. puen lets talay feed him in silence, obediently drinks the medicine with the tea when talay instructs him to

"im sorry," puen eventually says, while talay helps him settle more comfortably in bed. it takes everything in him to add, "you can go now, i can take care of myself."

it's not the right thing to say, because somehow talay's frown just gets deeper, the corner of his mouth turned down unhappily. talay sits on the edge of the bed next to puen with a sigh and brushes puen's sweaty hair away from his forehead

"do you know how worried i was when i got your message and then you wouldn't pick up your phone?" talay asks. "the last time we had plans and work dragged longer than expected, you had tup come pick me up and take me on set just so we didn't have to cancel. i thought something bad happened to you." talay takes one of puen's hand between his own trembling ones and squeezes it. "puen," he whispers, "why didn't you just tell me that you weren't feeling well?"

puen wishes he didn't have to answer that question, but denying talay what he wants is something that puen will never be able to do, so he lowers his head and mumbles, "i didn't want you to worry. i didn't want you to see me like this."

talay's thumb stops rubbing soothing circles into puen's wrist, and puen panics for a moment, thinking he said something wrong again, but then talay cups puen's face in his hands and makes him raise his head so they're looking at each other.

"ai'puen," talay says, "sick, sad, vulnerable, imperfect... you can be all of that in front of me. i'll take care of you, just like you take care of me. we take care of each other. got it?"

puen would be embarrassed at the way his eyes fill up with tears at those words if it weren't for the way talay is looking at him, still a little sad, but steadfast and full of love. puen just nods, afraid that if he tries to talk he will start sobbing instead, and now he knows it's fine, he knows talay isn't gonna leave him for something like that, but this isn't a moment for tears, he's happy and safe with the man he loves, so when talay pulls him in for a hug, he hides his face into talay's neck and smiles

(a few days later, after puen gets better, they're washing dishes together when talay says, out of nowhere, "i think we should move in together". he then goes on by saying that he's always wanted to do that, but also didn't want puen to be the one to pay for everything, so he had started saving up on money. puen is only half listening to it. as soon as talay is done talking, puen pulls him in for a kiss that leaves both of them panting for breath, then picks him up and carries him to bed. neither of them is gonna leave that any time soon)

[fmp1nicomartin-hahn]

Part 1 of Story - The Raptors Of Vikesh

(This is a first draft, there maybe changes to it in the future).

[Update August 2024: There are going to quite a lot of changes, but I still want to keep a few features in place].

Chapter 1: Human World

[Blank] is an only child and has always wanted to have siblings. Everyone of their friends would groan and deem them lucky to not be troubled by them. They never saw it that way; once they’d grown up, they felt lonelier than ever, with their parents wanting them to move out once they were old enough. Yes, they had nice coworkers at their job, but once at home, it just felt so claustrophobic.

One day after work, while walking home, they noticed a scratch card nuzzled into a patch of snow that had landed there the day before (it’s winter time). Picking it up, they read the header, Hade’s Wishes. What a weird name they thought to themselves; either way, they decided to take it home with them. Once they had eaten, they decided to sit on the couch and finally see what this scratch card was about.

Looking at the back, they started reading, ‘Why Hello, random winner! What have you won, you may think? It’s in the name silly, one of my wishes, which is only granted once in a millennium. Yes, you are very lucky indeed. Here are my instructions to get your wish: Please scratch all parts at the front of the card and read out the incantation. Once done, you’ll be able to ask for your wish. See you soon, little one.'

"Wait a wish, an actual wish; I can finally get my dream." [Blank] followed the first instruction for a furious amount of time, slowly reading the incantation to make sure it was properly pronounced. All of a sudden, a sharp light came from the card, inhaling [Blank] too.

Chapter 2: The Change

"Hello, little one, you finally arrived." The new voice startled [Blank], not knowing who it was from or where they were. "Oh, it's okay; there is no reason to be scared after all your here for your wish, right?" [Blank] nodded in agreement. "Good, so what is your wish then, little one?" [Blank] with a stuttering pace asked their wish, "I know it may be silly, but I wish for siblings.”

"My, that is the first time I've heard of a wish like that. Don't worry; it is not a bad thing. I can definitely give you what you want, but it will mean there will be a few changes to oneself."

"Um, what would these changes be, if I may ask?" [Blank] asked. "Well, we'll need to change that physical form of yours; sadly, I can't give you siblings in your home world, but I can in another universe." 

"Another universe, so I'm leaving my home and planet completely then." 

"Yes, I'm sorry if that saddens you, little one, but that is the only way you can achieve your wish." 

"Okay, I agree to your path, if I have to guess... Hades." 

"I may grant you your wish now; please don't panic once it is complete. You'll understand once you've fully awakened. Also, quick thing, you'll also have a new name, Kleptés."

Chapter 3: The New World

[Blank] was enveloped in light and instantly went into a deep sleep. Their form is changing to fit their new environment. 

Waking up to the sound of slow wave crashes, they slowly rose to their feet. Looking down on their form, they now had slightly shorter arms covered in scales, feathers, and fur, as well as longer legs. They went to the shore edge to look at their reflection, now seeing themselves as raptors or whatever. They were very shocked by their new form, and they made a loud screeching noise. 

"Wait, wait, calm down, Kleptés. Hades told you to not panic; everything will be understood soon, hopefully." Hearing plants russle behind them, they make a very harsh turn to not be surprised and jump by what may come out. Soon, a boar came running out, looking frightened. Kleptés was a little startled, but once they noticed it was heading right for them, they knew they had to move quickly. 

Moving to the side, so the boar would run into the shore. Another two big russles came from the bushes—two raptors like Kleptés. The lighter one slips and falls face-first into the sand. 

"Hey, what are you doing? Grab that boar before it escapes." The darker-coloured of the two yelled at Kleptés. 

"Ummm…why?" 

"Why, that's our hunt, you idiot; what did you bump your head on a rock or something?" 

"Okay, okay, I'll catch it." 

Moving into the shore and catching up to the boar, Kleptés grabs the boar by the neck with their jaw and brings it back to the beach. It was riggling, trying to get away. 

"Kleptés, just kill it already; you need to stop being so merciful to our prey." 

Finally standing up from the fall. 

"Yeah, I'm hungry." The lighter one whined. 

Kleptés is now biting harder into the boar's neck until it stops moving, and then placing it onto the sand.

"YAAY FOOD, also good job, Kleptés!" 

"If I may, what are your names?" Kleptés was wondering how these two knew their names but didn't know theirs. 

"Man, you really did bump your head on a rock, didn't you? Fine, I'm Ozul, your big brother, remember?" 

"And I'm Lux, the younger one of us three, even though we are all the same age." The lighter one said while stuffing their face. 

"Now eat!" 

Ozul leans down on the boar's body and gets his share of it. 

Kleptés wasn't as sure, but in the end, they hesitantly leaned down to eat.

Chapter 4: Routine

“Kleptés, you're done now. I don’t want any others to sniff the hunt out.” They nod and lift their heads to show that they’re finished. Lux and Ozul look like they’re ready to go somewhere; what are we going to do now? 

“Ozul… What are we doing now?” 

��What do you think we’re doing—our daily routine, of course?” Ozul stammers at them. 

“Hey, calm down, Ozul. Kleptés just doesn’t feel well; they probably got a concussion or something. Just give them a break, okay? Let them settle back into routine.” Lux quickly chants back. 

“Uhhhh, fine, but I’m going!” Running back into the forest and leaving the two alone. 

“Come on, let’s go; he just needs to calm down for a bit. He’s been quite worried about you for a while now; of course I have, but I know this will just be for a short while, and then you’ll be back into the swing of things.” 

“Ok.” Kleptés mummers out. 

Still wandering through the forest, Kleptés takes into account each detail. Listening to the bugs and other creatures rustling throughout it. The scent of each plant creates one of the most refreshing aromas Kleptés has ever smelt in their life. Being used to a slightly polluted city, this is definitely a massive change. Finally, he caught up to Ozul, who had stopped and was now standing at a waterfall. The pool of water below is the clearest, meaning you can see every single fish living within it. 

Ozul wanders into a depth where he is still able to stand. Lux was jumping in, with Ozul rolling his eyes at him with an unimpressed expression. Kleptés decided to walk in like Ozul, just to be on the safe side. Lux went playing in the pool and splashing water at Kleptés, doing the same while Ozul preened himself.

After some time, they all left the pool and shook themselves off of any water that was contained in their fur. Once dry, Ozul took charge as usual and told the two to come further into the forest. Lux knew where Ozul was taking them, and Kleptés could tell from the change in Lux’s mood that this wasn’t going to be fun.

[d-dalladalla]

what about going on a road trip with itzy? like yeji and lia driving and navigating, chae and yuna chilling in the middle seat and reader is in the back with ryu cuddling and listening to music together? but when everyone else is sleeping or distracted ryu gets bored and starts teasing reader under their shared blanket ahhhh

Yeji eye's kept drifting to the rear-view mirror, just to check up, she knew how Lia was doing and so did her ears as she yelled directions and panicked over how much gas they have left in the van.

She could see Yuna and Chaer, they had earphones in and Yuna was starting to doze off and Chaer was too engrossed in her phone. Then her eyes drifted further to see you and Ryujin, you had long abandoned your seat and were propped you in her lap, blanket over your legs as you shared earphones and watched a movie on her phone.

And Yeji was sure she only looked away for a minute to look at the road and ya know not crash but the minute she went back to her regular check up, Ryujin had her lips pressed to your neck, and had pushed you against the tinted out back windows. Sloppily kissing away and fortunately her groping hands were hidden from Yeji's view.

"He-Hey! Ryujin none of that in here!" Yeji yelled back but Ryujin didn't lift her head from your neck just murmuring against your neck and continuing kisses.

"We're not doing anything," she smugly retorted and continued her assault.

"I can see you!" Yeji was louder this time.

"Fine," she whined as she broke away, sneaking one more kiss to your neck and fixing you so sat between your legs and she placed her hands loosely over your waist.

Yeji's eyes went back to the road, proud of her leadership. Ryujin huffed, on the verge of a silent tantrum as she fidgeted against you. You grabbed her hand as your felt your eyes start to droop, rubbing your fingers over her knuckles.

"You can hold you for another few hours baby, just get some sleep okay?" you whispered as she leant down to catch your words against her ear.

"Hmm, I'm not tired, you sleep." She responded and you just drifted off.

Ryujin was starting to get bored, she tried to continue the movie, listen to music, even talk with Chaeryeong and Yuna in front of her but nothing worked. The whole group had been traveling for over two days, from flights, the bus from the airport to the car rental, to the car now and you hadn't had any time to be alone and she's starting to get restless.

You hadn't been asleep for more than half an hour and she just couldn't help it anymore. She snuck both of her hands under the blanket and to your thighs, she felt the flimsy excuse for shorts you had on.

You began to turn in her lap, hopefully you were waking up but she continued working her hands up your thighs until she used her fingers to move your panties to the side and your eyes fluttered open.

"Shush baby, don't let her hear just keep you head down." she whispered, manhandling your body so she could spread your legs further, positioning the blanket to cover you fully and overall making you look like you were still deep in slumber.

She began to tease your folds, sliding her two fingers and discovering the wetness there, she smirked and ducked her head down to your ear.

"You still wet baby?" she pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and leant back up.

You didn't dare make a sound, Yeji would pick up on that and even worse the two in front of you would to.

She used her long fingers to tease your clit, her eyes raked over your body at up to the front of the car, the eldest was too distracting by Lia pestering her about taking the wrong exit.

She had her chance to press a long and wet kiss to your neck, using her free hand to separate your thighs further and leaving it there with a bruising grip. She pushed her fingers into your cunt, starting a painfully slow thrust, using her thumb to push against your clit in slow but hard taps. Your hands came to her forearms and you relieve your frustrations of remaining quiet as your grip her arm with your nails.

The continues her weak thrusts, it usually wouldn't be enough for you but the worry of getting caught like this, the other girls hearing the slaps of you fingers against your sopping pussy. You're so close so quickly and she can feel you start to clench down on her fingers so she picks up the pace, as subtle as she can without gaining the attention of the other four.

When you finally cum it coats half of her hand and it takes you a minute to come back down and realise the mess on her hand, quietly searching for something to wipe her hand with but she stops your search when you see her raise her fingers to her mouth and cleaning to mess up teasingly slow.

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: mentions of abandonment, unwanted sexual advances (outside character to spencer), swearing, mentions of cheating (doesn’t actually happen), happy ending

Word Count: 2.4k

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Chapter 10

You woke up with Spencer’s arm lazily draped over your waist. Rain was pitter-pattering against the window.

You rolled over and cuddled yourself into Spencer’s chest.

“Good morning,” he hummed contently.

“G’morning,” you sleepily mumbled.

“Is my little angel tired from last night?” he asked.

“Very,” you nodded, “Do we have to pick Callie up from her sleepover?”

“She’s staying there until after her soccer practice. I have to go back to my house and get some more clothes to bring over here but other than that, my day is wide open,” he gently stroked your hair.

“I just have two appointments later in the day so I’ll have to go into the office this afternoon,” you yawned.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” Spencer tried to shift out from underneath the covers.

“Or…” you wrapped your arms around him once again, “We can get breakfast on the way to your house and then I get some extra cuddle time.”

“Sounds good to me,” Spencer pressed a kiss to your forehead.

-

“Um hello?” Spencer asked as you both approached the woman standing at his front door.

She turned around and Spencer’s eyes practically bulged out of his head.

“Spencer!” she ran to hug him.

Spencer refused to unclasp his hand from yours, making it very clear he had no intention to return the hug.

“What are you doing here, Austin?”

Austin. This was Callie’s mother. The woman who abandoned them both.

“I’m in between jobs right now, figuring out my purpose in life, you know? I just took a bus and ended up back here again. Got me thinking I should stop by and check in,” she smiled like this was just a casual visit from a friend.

“You wanted to stop by after 11 years and no goodbye?” Spencer asked incredulously.

“I could also use a place to crash for a few days. How’s Camellia doing? Does she still do that thing where she twitches her little nose? I always loved that.”

“Don’t act like you know my daughter at all,” Spencer seethed.

“Spencer,” you got in between them, putting your hands on his chest to calm him down.

You turned to Austin, “One second.”

You led Spencer back down the steps, “Look, I know what she did was very wrong but she did give you the greatest gift of all, Callie, so maybe you could invite her over for dinner and she could just sleep on the couch for the night?”

“Just one night?” Spencer confirmed.

“If you don’t do this now, Callie will probably just track her birth mother down later in life without you there to supervise. Lots of my past foster kids have and it doesn’t always end well.”

“Fine,” Spencer relented, heading back up the front steps.

“You can stay with us for one night,” Spencer emphasized, “I will be watching you the whole time you’re with Callie.”

“Deal!” She clapped her hands excitedly.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, opting to not give a label.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

She loaded her few bags of belongings into the back of the car as you and Spencer grabbed some more of his clothes from inside.

Spencer opted to drive so you headed to the passenger side. Austin grabbed the car door handle at the same time as you.

“Oh I’m sorry, were you going to sit here?” she feigned politeness.

“Yeah, I was,” you narrowed your eyes.

Spencer rolled the window down, “Austin, there’s plenty of room in the back.”

“Oh, of course!” she nodded enthusiastically.

You buckled as Spencer placed his hand on your thigh, in view of Austin. You settled in for the most awkward car ride of your life.

-

“Can’t you cancel? Please don’t leave me here with her,” Spencer begged as you got ready to go in for work.

“I would if they were just check-ups but Timmy has a rash I need to check out and I need to write a script so Jessica can get a refill on her medication. If you really don’t want to be alone with her, come with me,” you replied.

“I would but I also don’t trust her enough to leave her alone in your house,” Spencer sighed.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you kissed him, “An hour and a half tops.”

“What do I even say to her?”

“You don’t have to say much. You’re already being generous enough to let her see Callie for the night. Just make dinner while I’m gone. You could offer her a bath or something if you want her to get out of your hair,” you suggested.

-

Spencer had offered Austin a bath so he didn’t have to deal with the awkward silence while you were gone.

He got to work cooking Rossi’s famous pasta for dinner, dicing onions and boiling the water. He would check the clock every minute and started a countdown in his head of when you would return home.

He heard the water drain from the tub upstairs.

Fuck, he thought, at least 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Austin sauntered down the stairs after her bath in just her bra and underwear, wearing one of Spencer’s unbuttoned dress shirts over top.

Spencer’s hands flew to cover his eyes, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hopefully you,” she smirked.

“I have a girlfriend, well it’s not official yet but I am very much committed to her,” Spencer stated.

“If it’s not official,” she drew closer, “Then, this wouldn’t be cheating.”

“I don’t care if it’s technically not cheating. I only have interest in Y/N,” Spencer spoke firmly, his hands still over his eyes.

“Just once, Spence…for old time’s sake,” she whispered in his ear.

“No,” Spencer backed up further into the pot of sauce he was cooking for dinner, spilling a bit of the hot liquid on himself.

Spencer opened his eyes at the burning sensation, “Now look what you did,” he sighed frustratedly, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, “I have to soak this before it stains. I can’t believe you. Why would you think this is okay?”

“Just go wash your shirt, Spencer,” Austin rolled her eyes.

Spencer, being so angry, didn’t hear the door open.

“I’m not finished with you, Austin,” he stared her down.

He heard a squeak from the other side of the room. You were standing there, fresh tears running down your face.

Spencer looked down at his unbuttoned shirt, Austin’s lack of clothes, and recalled the last thing he said.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like-” he tried to run after you but you were already out the door, slamming it behind you.

Spencer scrambled outside to where you were starting your car back up again.

“Y/N,” he frantically tapped against the car window, “Please let me explain.”

You didn’t even turn to face him, shifting the car into reverse and peeling out of the driveway.

Spencer stormed back inside, grabbing Austin’s bags, “Get the fuck out of Y/N’s house and get the fuck out of my family’s life.”

“But Callie isn’t even home yet,” she argued.

“Good,” Spencer yelled, “Because it took you less than 3 hours for your true colors to show again. You care about nothing! You didn’t want anything to do with us then so you don’t get to have anything to do with us now,” Spencer escorted her towards the door, “I will not hesitate to file for a restraining order if I see you near me, Y/N, or my daughter ever again.”

“Can I at least change?” she asked as Spencer threw her bags on the front step.

“You were plenty comfortable showing me who repeatedly told you no so might as well show the whole neighborhood,” he slammed the door in her face.

-

How dare he? In your house. Probably in your bed.

You went back to your office because Spencer couldn’t even leave you the dignity to retreat back to your own safe space that was now tainted with bad memories.

Luckily, you had a few pairs of spare clothes that you always kept in the office and a fully made cot in case a patient needed to rest. You settled yourself on the bed, letting the tears begin to fall again, drenching your pillow as you let sleep take over.

-

“Please pick up please please please,” Spencer begged.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I can’t come to the phone right now-”

Spencer hung up and hit his head against the steering wheel. He had already said what he needed to say in the previous 20 voicemails, followed by the additional 30 calls he made every 15 minutes, hoping you would pick up.

“At least you’re not blocked?” Callie tried her hardest to put a positive spin on it.

She didn’t know the full story, coming home after soccer practice to see her dad crying on the couch. Spencer told her that her mother had come back and hurt Y/N’s feelings badly because that was essentially what happened, right?

Spencer had been replaying the situation over and over in his head. Yes, it looked bad from the outside perspective but he didn’t think he actually did anything wrong. If only he could find Y/N, explain it to her and have her believe him.

“Have fun at school,” he hugged her goodbye before she hopped out of the car.

“Remember to tell Mrs. Roberts to drop you off at our place, not Y/N’s,” he reminded her.

“Our house is going to feel so dull though. It’s always cold, did you notice that? We don’t even have a cat,” she whined.

“The least we can do is give Y/N her space to process,” Spencer told her, “If she’s ready for us to come back into her life eventually, we’ll gladly take it.”

“If?” Callie grimaced, “How bad did my mother mess this up?”

“I’d rather not say,” Spencer simply stated.

“That sounds promising,” Callie sighed, “Bye, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

-

“Could you give this note to Doctor Y/L/N?” Spencer asked the receptionist.

Y/N,

Your house is cleared out. Despite your previous statement, it is obvious we have overstayed our welcome at the moment. I hope if you give me a chance to explain, it will ease your pain and in turn, mine. I swear to you, angel, nothing happened. I can tell the full story whenever you are ready and I hope you can hear the truth in my voice.

Yours,

Spencer

“Jake Gomez?” he heard you call out.

He turned around to see a little kid hopping out of his seat in the waiting room and following you into the clinic area. You made brief eye contact with him and you looked so broken. It took everything in him not to run up and beg on his knees for your forgiveness.

-

Callie had a big soccer game coming up and you really wanted to go but you also really didn’t want to see Spencer.

Sure, you got his note but he could easily have lied. It was hard to argue with what you saw right in front of your eyes.

You pulled your hair back into a low bun and wore a hood pulled over a hat as well as sunglasses. You made sure to blend in with the crowd of moms.

You saw Spencer about 2 rows of bleachers down, leaning against the fence. God, why did he have to look so good in jeans?

Despite your sunglasses, one of the moms caught the subject of your stares.

“I’m pretty sure he’s single too,” she nudged you, “If I didn’t have a husband, I would be all over that fine piece of ass.”

You just nervously nodded in response.

-

The game had gone into overtime. The teams had to take turns shooting on the opposing goalie’s net. Each team must take 5 shots with 5 different players and whoever makes the most wins.

Callie was put in the stressful position of needing to make the shot to win the game for her team. She took her time, lining up the shot and stretching out her legs.

Callie ran in for the kick, faking left and when the goalie dived, she kicked right.

“Score!” the ref announced.

“Yes, Callie!” you stood and screamed in excitement, “That’s what I’m talking about!”

After the initial shock wore off, you realized Spencer was staring directly at you.

You grimaced, “Um excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” you repeated as you tried to quickly get out of the aisle.

“Y/N, please wait!” Spencer ran after you.

“I came for Callie, Spencer, not you,” you huffed, slowing to a walk because the parking lot was up a hill and you weren’t about to sprint the whole way.

“Please, Y/N, let me explain. I miss you so much, it hurts,” he pleaded.

“Oh you’re hurt?” you asked incredulously, “I’m sorry that me leaving after I found you cheating on me hurt you.”

“I didn’t cheat!” Spencer insisted, “She was coming on to me but I rejected her every single time. I was yelling at her for how inappropriate her behavior was, that's what you walked in on.”

“You were yelling at her with your shirt off?”

“I had my eyes covered at first so I wouldn’t see her indecent but I accidentally backed into the sauce and I didn’t want to stain my shirt.”

You sat there in silence, processing his story.

“Please say something. I’ll do anything to make it right, I need you back.”

A tear fell from Spencer’s eye which was followed by many more.

“I think your story is just crazy enough that I believe you,” you spoke.

“Really?” Spencer asked.

“Really,” you outreached your arms for a hug.

Spencer dove into your embrace like it was his air. He cried into your chest for 10 minutes until he finally met your eyes again.

“I’m sorry, I just thought I was never going to get to do this again,” he squeezed you tighter, “I love you, Y/N, and I want you to be my girlfriend. I actually want you to be more than my girlfriend someday but this is a good start for now.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him, “And just curious, what did you have in mind for the future?”

“I’m going to make you my wife someday,” he grinned.

A/N: one chapter left of this series! 🥺❤️

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Love Story

Levi Ackerman x reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Levi's and Y/n love isn't accepted by many specially Y/n's parents, an Eldian and a Marleyan? a great represention of Persephone's and Hades love.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; profanity, angst, scene of smut (not explicitly described), violence, blood, being called whore (by her mother), homophobia (also used by her mother), spoilers.

Taglist; @icedkoffees

Note; she/her pronouns used for the reader as well as female anatomy. Also I'm using what Isayama said about how Levi would act shy around his crush and him being uncomfortable with sexual intercourse. And I also want to add that I don't know much about what happens when the Marleyans invaded Paradise, and I also added my own thing to help with my plot so this could be call a cannonverse!au.

PERSEPHONE a young women who's innocence was taken from her the moment she was kidnapped by her uncle, who fell in love with her. Despite her mother's (Demeter) attempts to fully get her back right away from the hands of her brother, it was too late that wasn't going to happened not after Hades persuaded Persephone to eat four seeds of pomegranate, which forced someone to have a connection with their captor, making them come back to them.

Each spring time Persephone would be living with her mother on earth, while in winter she was with Hades in the underworld.

Levi was the Persephone to Y/n's Hades, she being the one who used him and their love for each other was the pomegranate making Levi come back to her.

It's ironic how their love story started with y/n getting taken away from Marley, a place she called home.

Even though she wasn't necessarily kidnaped, she was sent away to accomplish a mission in a place called Paradise, she found it ridiculous how it was named that way when that land was full of devils.

Y/n was shipped to Paradise along with the warriors. She was going to infiltrate into the Survey Corps where she would hopefully sabotage every expedition without getting caught.

Her mission was to make sure none of the warriors get too cozy in the foreign place, and to focus on their mission, but it was impossible to do so when all the people who were described as devils, were actually just like them. Humans.

She was older than those kids being 22 when they were still 15, y/n loved them, they were like little siblings to her and it hurt when they lost Marcel, the jaw.

"Oi brat! Stay focused" the voice of her captain took her out of her train of thoughts

Captain Levi, he was called humanity strongest and was also what everyone called their only hope. At first Y/n didn't understood why he needed such a big tittle, but after being in his squad and witnessing him showing his skills and his hatred towards titans, she got why.

"I'm sorry captain" she saluted, which was dismissed by him

"You called what you did back in the kitchen, cleaning?" he asked pointing towards the place he just mentioned "There is dust everywhere, go and clean everything again, I don't want to see any dust in there again. That's where our food is made, you idiot"

Without another word he left, and when she felt like he was out of earshot, she kicked a chair, breaking it. He might be Humanities strongest, but he was soo irritating, so obsessed with cleaning. That's what they always did for the most part of their time.

"there is dust everywhere my ass" she mocked Levi's voice while looking around the kitchen she just finished cleaning minutes ago

She had made sure everything was left without a spot of dust, how in the world did Levi saw dust anywhere.

After she had cleaned the kitchen area, Levi had send her to clean the stables which took a lot of time since he told her to clean alone. It was already sun down when she had finished.

She was exhausted, her clothes were pooled with sweat and glued to her skin making her uncomfortable, she really needed a shower.

"Go take a shower" the sudden voice of the raven man scare the hell out of her

"Fuck Captain!" y/n yelled, putting a hand on her chest as if that would calm her speeding heart beat

"Go now, and then come to eat dinner with us" he continued, the blank stare he gave her when they made eye contact given her chills

"Yes, sir" she saluted, before leaving

The mess hall was well a mess, the cadets eat like animals. The same soup and bread they always eat, Y/n found it extremely annoying how the Military Police get all the meat when the Survey Corps were the ones doing the only brave work inside the walls.

"Y/n if you're not going to eat your soup can I have it?" Sasha asked

Oh, how much she wanted to say no, but she had a reputation to hold and she didn't want the soup anyway.

Y/n faked a smile, (one that everyone thought that was genuine) before saying "of course, Sasha" passing the bowl full of hot soup to the girl

"Thanks!"

Y/n felt how eyes were burning through her skull and turned her head to look down the table, just to see Captain Levi staring at her with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Oh shit, if he in some way found out about who she really was, she was fucked. The young women tried her best to stay seated, but her nerves didn't let her making her stand up.

"I'm exhausted, I think I'm going to sleep"

It wasn't a lie she was tired from all the cleaning, but she didn't want to sleep, she just needed to desperately get out of there.

When she was finally outside, y/n leaned against the wall, sliding down while taking a deep breath.

"You know, it isn't good to fake smile to your friends"

Y/n immediately turn around at the sudden voice of her captain, he did it again, he scared the living shit out of her.

"Captain!, Stop doing that!" her face felt warmer than usual for some reason

Was she blushing?

"Why did you do it? Are you sad?" Levi asked putting down a handkerchief on the ground before sitting next to her, looking over at her examinating her face

"Oh it's just stress" Y/n replied, praying that he would just believe her

"I see.." he turned towards the sky where the moon shined brightly along with the stars

What Y/n thought that would be a awkward silence, turned into a comfortable one. They just stared at the sky above them, it remind Y/n that she had a family waiting for her outside the walls and she was not going to disappoint them by getting comfy with the captain, even though she didn't know what his intentions were.

"I'm going to take a nap" she stood up, and called over her shoulder "Have a good night, captain" before proceeding to walk towards her room

"Good night, cadet..."

Y/n didn't know when it happened, was it when they continued sitting together and looking at the sky in complete silence, or was it when in some of those same nights they spoke more and more about each other's personal life (in none of those conversations she mentioned Marley, but still talked about her family). She didn't remember how her feelings for him changed, but they did.

Right now she was there, in the same spot on the wall with Levi next to her. They were even in first name basics with each other.

The raven man cleared his throat catching her attention, turning her head to the side to look at him she noticed how he was blushing.

"I.. I think is pretty obvious what I feel for— about you by now"

A surprised noice escaped Y/n mouth, she expected to have that talk with him some day, but not today or Levi being so straight forward with the subject.

The women could only nod, her brain still processing what he just said.

"I was wondering, if you felt the same.." his voice dropped to a whisper, while he looked down

"No" she shaked her head, making Levi looked up at her eyes widened with embarrassment at the rejection "Look, Levi.. it's just that I have done terrible things that you're not aware of. You don't want to be with me"

"Then tell me what terrible things you have done and let me be with you after your done" Levi said

"No, Levi you don't understand" tears pooled in her eyes, y/n didn't even remember the last time she had cry "I can't be with you"

"Why? Is it because of the terrible things you have done? Well guess what everybody has their own flaws, everybody in this world is an angel, at least until they get tired of the cruelty in it and let the demons take over" Levi grabbed her face between his hands, wiping the falling tears from her face "I want to be with you, wether you have let your demons take over or not"

Y/n felt the man lean in to place his lips to hers, they stayed pressed together without movement, before Levi pull away and kissed her again this time letting his emotions be known through the kiss.

Passion. Love. Care.

This is a moment in her life she would never forget not even when hers and the warriors mission is over.

Retaking of wall Maria

"I let you. I fucking let you in!"

Levi stood infront of her heartbroken, she told him, now he knew everything..

"Levi-" however she wasn't able to continue speaking since she received a kick right in the face making her fall on her side

She looked at Levi surprised, he had kicked her. Y/n knew she deserved, but it still hurt to have someone you loved hit you.

"You lied about everything didn't you? For what, to get information?" his voice was cracking slightly with each word he said "Was it necessary to use me for your stupid plans?"

"I didn't use you!, What I felt for you was real" y/n said defending her feelings

"I don't even know what is real about you anymore, is Y/n actually your name? Or is it just another lie?"

"It is my name.." she weakly murmured tasting blood in her tongue, she figured that her lip might have been split open from the impact

"Oh good to know"

Sarcasm tried to cover his hurt voice, which actually didn't work, since Y/n could clearly hear his shaky breath and it made her feel soo guilty.

"I hate you"

Those three little words were enough to make her world come crashing down, he hated her. Of course he did, it hurt so much but she had seen this coming, and she still didn't felt ready for it.

"I'm sorry, Levi"

That was all she said to him, before she was grabbed by a titan being controlled by Zeke, taking her away from the place where she meet someone who meant so much to her.

One thing that she was sure of was that

She will never forget Levi Ackerman.

Screams, that was what was heard everywhere. Kids either with their parents or alone were running desperately trying to find shelter, and that broke Y/n's heart.

She was tired of all the fighting, she was tired of pretending to be stronger than she felt. For once she just wanted peace and happiness, something that she didn't quite have the past four years.

How did they got here? That was one of the many questions going through her head, but one that she paid more attention to was the most important

Was he here too?

"There you are, piece of shit."

That voice, it was him. It might have changed, but she could recognize it everywhere, the same voice who used to startle her everytime they saw each other, the voice that bought her comfort, the voice of the man she fell in love with.

It was Levi.

Slowly she proceeded to turn around, the fear for what might happen next running through her veins. She was ready to be killed by him.

Finally she look up and saw the same man she fell in love with, the only change that she saw was the uniform, apart from that he still seem like he had the same height as before and from the look on his face he still had the same temper.

"Nice uniform, I like it" she told him quietly not knowing what to say

Levi scoffed at her statement, taking his blade out. So he was going to kill her.

"You can go ahead and kill me, might as well add another ghost to haunt you"

Did she felt fear? Yes she did, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

"Shut up" that was his response, before he connected his blade with her cheek leaving a long but not deep cut "You're going to come with me"

"I'm not going anywhere!"

The last thing he told her was that he hated her, why would he want her to come back to Paradise?, Was it to use her for information? Or because he missed her? It was stupid to think of the latter question, but she was still hopeful.

"I'm not asking, you brat"

That was the last thing she heard before he knocked her out.

"How could you be with a devil?!"

Her mom's scream hurt her eardrums, Zeke had told them about how she had been in a relationship with a so call devil. That seem like the only thing Zeke could do apart from throwing rocks, snitch.

"You were send there for a reason Y/n! No child of mine should've or should be with one of those devils!"

"Mother, I'm so sorry it's just that it would be easier for me to get the information about them that I wanted"

That was a lie. She loved Levi, even though she didn't get the chance to say it to him. She did, and that feeling wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

Her father stood next to her mother quietly looking at her with disgusts as if she was the trash people get rid of because of the smell, she hated that, it hurt to have your own parents hating on you.

"So what? For a piece of information, you had to go and whore yourself in there?"

Y/n gasped looking at her mom shocked "What? No mother, I didn't do anything like that with him!" she argue

That wasn't a lie, Levi was uncomfortable with sexual intercourse, since his own mother worked in a brothel and he had been the witness of how much that act hurt his mother, he had trusted her enough to tell her that.

"Good, you still have your purity." her mom nodded, before letting out a sigh "At least it wasn't with a women, you would've been completely kicked out of this house young lady"

"Now go take a shower, make sure to wash away every memory in that land while doing so." her mom smiled softly her hand reaching out to touch her cheek, before hugging her "My poor baby, having to live with those devils for so long. Don't worry you're home now, you're safe with us"

What once was her home didn't feel like home anymore, her house was just a place, her home was the person she left behind in Paradise.

Y/n didn't remember how many days have passed or what was going on outside of her cell. She didn't know in what prison she was in, but just a few days ago it had seem like there was a whole damn war going on outside.

She hasn't seen Levi since he put her into the cell, and she was scared that something might have happened to him. She heard the door of the corridor open, Y/n stood up walking towards the bars to see who it was, it was Hange.

"Y/n" Hange nodded at her as if they were saying hi "He said your name, so we think it would be good if you saw him"

"Who are you talking about?" Y/n asking looking at them confused

"Levi"

Her heart immediately speed up, something happened to him. Her anxiety grew each passing second as she took step by step through the halls, Hange having a hold of her arm to make sure she didn't try to run away.

"What happened to him?" Y/n questioned scared for what the answer might be

"Explosion" was all they said, before entering a room that seems to be Levi's, there was only a nurse sitting in a chair probably just there just in case Levi needed something

"Thanks, you can stand outside. We would call if we need you" Hange told the nurse who nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, but not before throwing Y/n a look of disapproval about her being there.

Y/n ran to Levi's side as soon as the nurse was out, he had bandages in one side of his face, and on his hands. Tears started sliding down the young women's cheek while Hange looked at her with pity, but also cautiously not wanting her to do anything that might hurt Levi.

"Levi.." she whispered, even though

y/n felt bad about disturbing him from his sleep knowing how difficult it was for him to do so, she wanted to hear his voice, reassuring her that he was going to be ok "Everything it's going to be fine, right Hange? Tell him"

“Yeah, I agree with you y/n”

She didn't knew who she was trying to convince herself or Levi, but that didn't matter, because she felt a squeeze in one hand and immediately look down to see that Levi was the one holding it. Y/n look back up to his face seeing how his eye was open and he was staring directly at her.

Y/n smiled "Hey darling, you're okay now" she let out those word between sobs "— I'm sorry for everything Levi, for not telling you where I was really from, for letting you fall in love with me when I knew how it was going to bed. I'm so sorry for every misery that I have put you through"

Levi squeezed her hand again "- 's ok, I f—orgive you" his words came out has a whisper and he struggled to speak but she heard him clearly

Hange watched the scene playing out infront of them, they could see how much those two loved each other. They were like a puzzle, that could figure each other out, knowing each piece of themselves like the back of their hands.

It has been a month and a half exactly since Y/n had seen Levi in the bed witnessing how helpless he looked, she had never seen him like that and wasn't planning to anytime soon, since then she hadn't left his side.

He was currently touching her bare back leaving kisses down her neck, their naked chest pressed together, hot and sweaty.

"Levi..." she moaned softly

This was their first time being intimate, and she didn't want him to feel pressured into anything.

"I know what you're going to say, and I want to how much as you" he said before continuing marking her, claiming her as his

Each move of his hips against hers, reminded her of who she was with. The gentleness in his touch making her forget about the world around them. The softness of his lips against hers taking her breath away.

It wasn't just the pleasure that made Levi take the decision of doing this with her, this was his own way of showing how far he would go just to be with her, to come out of his comfort zone just to shower her with intimate kisses and touches that he and neither would she forget.

“I love you Levi”

Her skin was the canvas, and his lips was the brush painting each part of her body.

“I love you too...”

“You will come back with us immediately young lady!" her mother said trying to remain calm infront of the devils

The rumbling was over, Eren Yeager was killed. Paradise and Marley were allies, but that doesn't mean they have forgiven each other for what each have done. Many Marleyans and Eldians from Marley came to visit out of curiosity, while people from Paradise went to explore the world (if we are talking about visiting the outside world and finding new things as much as possible), but they never want to visit Marley afraid that they might get turn into titans and angry for what those monsters have done to other people.

"I'am old enough to make my own decisions, mother" Y/n had answered, wanting to remain as calm as she could

"His manipulating you isn't he?"

"How dare you!—" Y/n yelled, before regaining her composure, her voice going back to calm but being loud and firm at the same time "I love him, he didn't manipulate me into anything. It's bold of you to assume that, mother"

"We're your family, your place it's with us!"

Some of the Military Police who were there scoffed along with some of the scouts, they have warmed up to Y/n already, but the Marleyans didn't seem to accept that one of themselves loved an Eldian, specially from Paradise.

"You're my family? Then where were you when I needed you the most?, All I needed when I returned to Marley four years ago was my mother!, The one who an illusion of my mind created, a sweet mom who would love me for being her child, and not see me as an object" Y/n couldn't remain calm anymore she needed to let everything out "— The time I spent with him, I got to truly know what comfort was, what being loved and being needed felt like! And you—" with tears in her eyes she turned to her father who was quiet, like he always was "You're so afraid of mom that you don't even dare to speak for yourself!, You did nothing to help your own daughter!, You just watched as she was raised to be something she didn't want to be!"

She spoke out her mind finally letting out those built up words that haunted her, needing to be said "— I thank you for everything though, despite not given me the love that I needed, your own choices took me to where we are now. Without those decisions, I wouldn't have met Levi so I thank you, for what you both did" she smiled at them

Her mom stood there quietly, before turning around and walking towards the door, her father following close behind "Don't bother returning home" was all her father said

"I won't"

She was already home, she was standing next to it. Holding his hand, Levi Ackerman was the safe place she will always and forever need.

“— And they lived happily ever after”

Y/n closed the book, looking at the twins, her daughter and son who had fallen asleep half way through the story.

“Please tell me you didn't read to them the explicit parts”

The voice of her husband scared her and she turned to him, who stood by the door leaning into it.

“Of course not you idiot!”

She stood up turning off the lamp and given both of the children kisses on their head, before going out of the room with Levi.

“I still think we should publish this book” Y/n smirked, a mischievous look in her eyes

“Absolutely not”

Yeah, their Love Story had a happy ending after all.

This was so much fun to write! I wrote 4k words and I'm proud of that! I feel like my writing has improved in the past few days, and this might be one of the works that will show it, and I hope future ones show the progress too! Also I want to punch y/n's mother in the face.

Thank you so much for reading, you can support my work by hitting reblog or liking! But don't repost to other platforms!

[mistyyyy]

CW: Kinda virginity lost, grinding, first-timers, small rough play, mommy kink, of age characters.

Pet names used: Slut, mommy

"Give me seven minutes. That's all I need to get you off."

"Fine. Seven."

You smirked proudly and grabbed onto Katsukis's wrist and pulled him upstairs into your dorm room.

You and Bakugo have been dating since the second year of UA. The two of you have been moving this relationship slow for the sake of Katsuki wanting his first to be special. It was going well, small dates, innocent sleeping with each other, even training and studying together.

That was until the two of you got into the third year. Bodies growing and going through their last changes until they fully develop. Naturally, you started flirting more, touching against him and showing him more PDA.

Of course, he noticed, he called you out a bunch of times, but you declined every time. That was until everyone left the dorms for spring break.

You and him were the only ones at the dorms, cleaning everyone's spaces before the both of you headed home for vacation.

Vibing to music, you sweeping and him dusting. Then suddenly, you get an idea. "Babe?" "Hm?" You stopped sweeping and turned over to him, he felt your eyes on him, so he turns to meet your gaze.

"Are you afraid of me?" The question was so bold and out of nowhere. His brows creased from the outlandish question. I mean, you had your moments, but overall, no. "Well-" before he could speak, you switched your question.

"Wait, more specifically, are you afraid of sex?" Now that question made him stop in his tracks. He gave you a confused-shocked expression. You noticed his silence and carefully leaned the broom against the couch before strolling over to him. "Babe?" You spoke up, your slightly taller figure towering over him as you came closer.

"H-huh?" His dazed eyes finally focused back on you, his neck going upwards because of how close you were. Did he just leave reality like that? "Are you?" You re-asked, making him give you a weird look. "Am I what?" Are you serious? Raising your brow, you fold your arms and stepped back from him. "Are you afraid of sex?" In all honesty, he heard you the first time, he just chose to play dumb to avoid answering.

"Are you afraid of sex?" He re-asked the question, giving you a questionable look. "Babe, stop playing around~" You whined, making him roll his red eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I'm asking because... I'm ready. I'm ready to do it with you, but I need to know if you're ready." You confessed, your bottom lip fixed into a pout.

If he wasn't ready, you wouldn't bring it up anymore, but you needed to know.

Your confession made him gulp. He was, for sure nervous. Was he ready to lose his virginity to his first, and hopefully last love? Well... it didn't sound bad. But the thought of getting naked in front of your confident-dominant ass had him nervous as fuck.

He lets out a sigh and turned his head to avoid eye contact, too anxious to look up at you. "I just don't know if...I don't know.." He really couldn't find an excuse. He wanted to, he just couldn't overpass the nervousness he was feeling.

"Give me seven minutes..."

And that's how you ended up here.

You closed your bedroom door, led lights already on red and pink as you bring him to your bed. "This is all the time I need to make you cum." For a virgin, you sure talked like you did this before. You gently pushed your nervous boyfriend on your bed, already straddling his hips.

You knew it was going to be awkward. So you'd be slow for him, he wasn't ready for the real thing, so you had to switch things up.

"S-seven minutes, right?" He mumbled, awkwardly putting his big hands on your hips.

You smirked at his words, bending down and leaving a peck on his lips. "By the time I'm done, you're gonna wish it was longer than seven minutes..." oh shit. He gulped at your words, already feeling himself get aroused in his sweat pants.

"I promise I'll take care of you." You mumbled against his lips before sitting up. You take your phone out of your shorts and went to your playlist. A 7-minute song. You pressed play, your phone syncing up with your speakers and lights that hung on your wall.

(Play the song.)

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You placed your phone on your table and leaned down, your lips pressing against his already opened ones. The kiss was slow and passionate, the song in the background matching the vibe. The longer the both of you kissed, the relaxed he felt underneath you.

Before the kiss got even more heated, your lips started traveling down. Plump lips kissing down his sharp jaw and his neck, he couldn't help but to close his eyes and release a breath at the new feeling. You slid your tongue out, the small metal ball he forgot about, making him shiver as you licked his sweet skin.

As you marked his skin, small moans started leaving his mouth. "Fuck y/n..." The way your name slipped out of his mouth made you clench around nothing. Dammit Katsuki, you're making it hard for me to keep it under control. You released a breath, making him bite on his lip from the chilled feeling. You sat up and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, he helped you take it off.

Next was his pants. You looked up, he gave you a nod, and that's all you needed. You pull off his pants, his happy trail slowly showing up as you pulled his briefs down with him. You flinched as his cock hit his stomach. "Whoa..." you never actually... seen one before in real life. So, it was a sight to see. "W-what's that supposed to mean, dumbass?" He was quick to cover it, but you grabbed his hand before he could, pinning it near his head.

"Don't hide from me." You demanded, to which he surprisingly listened. It took everything in him to not cover it. "It's big, that's why... I said it." You looked away as you felt your body start heating up. He was about 6.6 inches. And thick. His tip a slight red hue as he was now the hardest he's ever been, and he had precum going down his shaft.

Before he could say anything to piss you off, you stood up and slid out of your shorts. Your underwear was already soaked, but he couldn't see it due to the low lights.

Once you climb back onto his lap, his hands were already on your hips. You allowed the touching, you wanted him to feel good.

4 minutes left.

But at this point, he had forgotten what he said about seven minutes, and you weren't about to bring it up. The warmth of your cunt made him groan as you gently lowered yourself on him, the thin fabric making you feel every vein and curve he had. "Fuck babe." He moaned, his hands on your hips tightening as you started grinding on him.

The friction made you both fill the room with soft moans. He helped you with your hips, moving them back and forth, but it wasn't enough.

"Can- can we switch?" He asked, you wanted a release as well, so you trusted him and nodded.

"Uh!" You gasped when you were flipped over on all fours. How the hell did you end up like this so fast?

"F-fuck Katsuki." You held onto your pillow as he slid in between your thighs, rutting into you like a dog in heat. "Y/n~" he moaned your name, breath blowing into your ear as he leaned down against you, thrusting sloppily against your thighs, rubbing against your clit the right way.

You chuckled underneath him, but it soon got replaced with your moans. "L-look how needy you are~ You're a-fucking slut~" you managed you get out, your body completely hot, your underwear completely soaked.

Katsuki growls in your ear. "It's- not enough, uh~ n-need to feel you." You immediately reached your hand underneath your body, moving your panties aside, gasping once your skin makes contact.

"Oh fff-uck!~" his thrusting gets worse, your slick making him slide through easier. "Mom-mommy I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum like this! Fuck~" M-mommy? The name was so basic but fuck, it drove you crazy.

"Let's cum together baby~ yo-you're doing so good~" you spoke, moans dragging out your words. Your hips already moving against him, you placed your hand just under his ass to keep him going.

His hands beside your head tighten against your sheets, his face pressing against your shoulder and neck. The way your moans synced together was beautiful, the soft slapping of your skin crashing together, getting louder as you both reach your high.

This is how he would want to lose his virginity, with you, his first love.

[elvish-sky]

Peace {Fili x Reader}

A.N: This was pretty easy for me to write. I love Fili, and I have a large fear of spiders. A lot of the reactions to the spiders and feelings of fear are taken from my own various experiences with my panic attacks, anxiety, and various fears. I’m really not sure how good this is, but I kinda like it so… Also I so badly wanted to include Legolas flirting with the reader, but if Legolas flirts I’m gonna make him the love interest, so that didn’t happen. I really hope you like this!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Can I ask for a Fili imagine or oneshot 👉👈😳 there aren't a lot of blogs who write him. Maybe something with you being absolutely terrified of spiders, mortified even, and the Mirkwood scene? You're still not calmed down when you're taken to the dungeons and he gets protective? I like your blog a lot, you're an amazing writer and person ❤️

Word Count: 1,266

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Summary: You are scared when the spiders attack in Mirkwood, and Fili calms you down.

Warnings: Spiders, fighting, angst, fear.

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Peace

“Fili? Wh-what’s happening?”

You backed up into someone, and spinning around saw it was the very dwarf you had just called out for. “Get in the circle, Y/N.” He pushed you behind him, holding his blade out as you drew yours. You had all backed into a circle, every member of the company protecting another against the unseen threat. Then, suddenly, Bofur disappeared. Your eyes roamed the trees, searching for him but you did not see a trace. Spinning around, you noticed the absence of Dori, Ori, and Balin. Then Gloin and Dwalin were gone. Next, Kili, Nori, Bifir, and Bombur. Fili cried out for his brother, but there was no answer. Then Thorin and Oin disappeared. You stood back to back with Fili, shuddering.

“It’s gonna be ok, Y/N. We’ll find them. It’s probably just Kili playing some dumb jo-“ and then he disappeared too.

And then you saw the worst sight of your life descending down the tree in front of you. It was a spider. Not just any spider- a very large spider. The size of a horse. You backed up in horror, only to trip over a tree root and sprawl back at the feet of the terrifying creature in front of you.

Scrambling back, hands scrabbling at the ground for anything that could be used as a weapon, you recalled stories told to you by your mother, tales of the spiders of old, of one so big she could devour light itself. Petrified, you kept crawling backwards until you sensed a presence behind you. Slowly tilting your head up, you came face-to-face with another spider. Frozen in terror, trapped between two of the beasts, you watched as a leg descended, hitting you on the head, and then everything faded to black.

You blinked back to consciousness, unsure of where you were or what was happening. The filmy white thing covering your eyes came into focus, and it all came back to you. Thrashing, you attempted to get free of what you now knew was spiderwebs. You felt something on your back, and struck out with your elbow, halting as you heard a voice.

“Y/N, it’s me, it’s Fili. Stay still.” You did, and within seconds you were hugging him, clinging to him like your life depended on it.

“Fili, Y/N!” You heard Kili’s cry and jerked away from his brother. Seeing the rest of the company sprinting away, you joined them. Feet pounding on the soft dirt of the forest floor, you gulped in breaths, trying to get some air into your panicked lungs. You crashed into Kili, who had stopped in front of you, and he righted you in time for you to see yet another spider facing Thorin. You began to shudder in fear, tips of your swords shaking as your hands trembled.

As you watched, a tall blond elf appeared on top of the suddenly dead spider in front of Thorin, arrow pointing at his face. Fili moved to attack, but you held him back as more elves appeared, bows drawn, in the branches and on the ground surrounding the company. And then more spiders appeared from above. The elves dispatched some, the dwarves fought others, and you just stood there, frozen in fear as the battle raged around you. You couldn't move, couldn’t think.

“Y/N!” Shocked out of your fearful stupor by Fili, shouting, you spun to see a spider advancing on you. You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves, before throwing a perfectly placed dagger into one of its many eyes. Even scared witless, your aim was still true, and the spider died instantly.

You looked around the clearing, goose bumps raised underneath your clothes despite the fact that it was not cold. You saw your companions being stripped of their weapons by the elves. One came over to you, and you sullenly handed your twin swords to him. He gestured, and you pulled out the remaining dagger from your boots, and the ones from your thighs.

“I know you are still armed, human.” The elf’s hand was still outstretched, waiting for you to hand over all your weapons. Sighing, still shaking in suppressed fear but putting on a brave face, you reached down your shirt and pulled a blade from between your breasts, and then the one strapped along your spine.

“Wow, Y/N. I did not know you could even keep blades in those places!” Fili, standing next to you being given much the same treatment, was clearly trying to lighten the mood, distract you from the terror he could tell you still felt.

“Haha.” You mustered a fake smile. “I guess I’m just special, then.”

He tilted his head at you, frowning. Fili knew you, he knew that something was very wrong. Normally you’d have a scathing retort for a comment like that. Still puzzling over you, he was shoved into a line, you right behind him, and marched off into the forest.

Arriving at what you could only assume to be the stronghold of the Woodland elves, still not calm, you were marched down to the cells alongside all except Thorin (and, of course, Bilbo. You wondered where the hobbit had gotten too? Hopefully he was alright.) and thrown into a cell with Fili.

You sat, back against the far wall from the door as the golden-haired prince paced the floor. You hadn’t had a moment since the battle to truly process it all, and now, in the silence, it began to sink in. You had been terrified. The mind-numbing, paralyzing fear wouldn’t let you move, think, fight. You were just stuck, and as you remembered your fear for your friends, for Fili, but how you couldn’t move until his voice rang out. Falling back into the terror, mind replaying those moments over and over, you began to shake. Then the tears started falling down your face. You couldn’t help it, your brain truly processing what had just happened was too much.

Fili heard the sobbing, saw you curled in on yourself in the shadows, and quickly sat next to you. You lifted your head at the warmth suddenly emitting from beside you, and your tearstained face was fully visible.

“Oh, Y/N.” The prince was worried. “What is wrong?”

You gulped, trying to stop the sobs so that you could speak. “I just- the- spiders.”

His face softened in understanding. “It’s alright now, Y/N. The spiders are gone. You’re safe, we are all safe.” He placed an arm around your shoulders and drew you close, letting you bury your face in his chest as the sobs wracked your body. He stroked your back, rubbing soothing circles with his hands as your sobs faded to hiccups, and those turned into uneven breathing, until they finally disappeared into the smooth rhythm of your calm, steady breaths. Lulled by his soothing motions, calmed by the rumble of his breathing you could feel in his chest, you faded off into a peaceful sleep. He gazed down at you, hand still moving on your back, and his only thought was how genuinely calm you looked, as if no harm could come to you. He brushed your hair back, admiring your relaxed face. Fili sat there, content with you asleep in his arms, proud of how he had calmed you down. It was silent, the only sound he could hear was your breathing, and despite being captured he felt a strong sense of peace.

Everything tag💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1

[theyscreamjade]

Love at First Sight

I really wanted to get my mind of the election and clear my head of the pending negativity that I’m already fearing about. So, this was on my mind for minute. This is a few scenarios of how’d you’d meet the big three Pro-Hero’s. I might the others in the future and a part two as well.

PLEASE! Go easy on me! This is my first time writing on here and I’m already nervous enough!

PSA: EVERYONE HERE IS 18+

Izuku Midoriya

Your feet dragged while the weight of your breifcase felt ten-times heavier. Your back was arched in the midst of your exhaustion. Your brain so fried and foggy while you walked towards your apartment. The urge to finally engulf in yourself into a pair of pajamas, cook a wonderful meal and lastly sleep was consistently on your mind. You could see the corner where you’d turn to before finding yourself home. Your body ached in exhaustion before suddenly you heard a yell.

“What the?” You spoke softly before everything happened quickly.

“Come on Damnit! I want to see why you’re the number one hero!” Ground Zero yelled, blasting down the street. He blasted past you before your body was suddenly smacked into one another. All you saw was the green from a lock of hair before crashing onto the ground.

Your things scattered all around you two while you held your head in pain. The feeling of a small knot forming on your head before you opened your eyes, looking up at the casually dressed number one hero. His hair blew softly in the wind before he gasped softly, rushing towards you as he pulled you to your feet. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you! I wasn’t paying attention!” He apologized quickly before you two scattered to collect the fallen items.

“I’m usually not this careless! Here you..go.” He spoke, his words trailing off as he stared at you. If it wasn’t the way the wind blew against your hair softly or the way the setting sun glowed behind the orange blue sky behind you. He couldn’t break that stare from you while you smiled. His heart fluttered when you did.

“Thank you again, Deku! I hope I see you again.” You spoke, walking away while he watched you dumbfounded. His heart raced, watching you walk away before he saw you walk into your complex.

He started on his run before stopping midstep. He spotted a paper in the fountain that was beside you two. He quickly snatched it and dashed behind you, stopping you before you could close the door.

Your eyes widened, wearing your All Might house shoes as you walked to him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “ARE THOSE THE LIMITED EDITION ALL MIGHT PLUS ULTRA HOUSE SHOES!?” He asked, excitedly.

You laughed softly in embarrassment while nodding a bit. “Y-Yeah, they are. I’m a bit of a...fan girl.” You confessed in embarrassment as he smiled.

“Not to seem rude but...Can I help you Deku?” You asked, curious once again as to why the number one hero was at your door.

“Oh! Here!” He said, holding the wet paper to you, smiling.

“Here’s your paperback, Y/N.”

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Shoto Todoroki

You were so young at the time, five years old to be exact. You remembered hearing your mother’s phone ringing within the night, disturbing both of your sleep. You only wore your favorite pajamas with a simple jacket over it.

Your mother had an amazing quirk, surprisingly usual for her job occupation. She could produce medical supplies, from gauzes to scringes. With her being a private doctor, she always got plenty of house calls and services to work within dangerous places with you by her side all the time. You was the emotional support, who wouldn’t love seeing a cute child hold their hand while distracting them from pain.

When you two arrived at the home, it was early. You could remember the sun still attempting to rise as you two walked into the home. Water covered the ground when you two walked in before you two saw a little boy leaning against the wall.

Your mother quickly produced a gauze and cream before placing her things aside. In no time, she was done with the small child.

“Stay right here and I’ll be back okay?” She said to you before kissing your head as she walked away to speak with the large man.

You spotted the red and white-haired child, standing against the wall. He seemed sad which made you feel sad for him, having a big heart was one of your fallbacks. You reached into your pocket and held out a small plastic heart, a small charm you won in your favorite cereal a few days ago.

“I know it hurts now..but it’ll get better.” You said, hopefully. His grey eye looked at you before facing away, surrounded by confusion, hurt, and pain by the circumstances you weren’t aware of. You soon sat the plastic charm on a nearby table as your mother returned. You two would leave that night..but fate seemed to be set on you two.

Years would pass when you two would see each other again. Your mother smiled, blowing out the candles on her cake. Her hair now grey with a few strands of her former hair color was in a beautiful bun. You were happy she FINALLY decided to retire from her occupation and relax a bit.

Presents were everywhere from patients and others who came to pay their respects for her services. Men who nearly gave you chills to others who you occasionally spotted on tv. You eased away from the conversation that your mother was having to grab another drink. You poured yourself another cup full of punch before you spotted something.

The plastic heart from your childhood. Your eyes widen when you scooped it up and examined it. You couldn’t believe it, it meant one thing.

“Y/N! Come meet Shoto!” Your mother said, standing next to the red and white-haired man. Her hand ushered you to her while you walked to them. He smiled softly and pointed at the small charm in your hands.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

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Katsuki Bakugo

You sat with obvious annoyance inside a club. Being the supporting friend while they drank their sorrows away after a breakup. You’d rather be home, away from the close partygoers.

While their hips swayed and danced in the large circle of dancers, you now sat in the bar. You swirled your glass of liquor before taking a small sip. You were now the designated driver since your friend was, most likely going to be too drunk to even walk. It was a miracle they were dancing.

Within the V.I.P of the club, red eyes watched you quietly with a sense of interest in them. He spotted you a while back, noticing how similar you and his scenarios were at the moment due to Mina wanted to drink her heartbreak away. Bakugo scoffed softly while his heart pounded a bit, it felt like it wanted to leap out when he saw your face.

He didn't even know your name and you made him feel such things. He stiffened a bit when a man sat beside you at the bar before looking back at the dancing pink alien queen.

You were minding your own business before someone touched your hand and leaned close to your ear, whispering.

“You looking for some fun?” He asked, making your body tensed a bit. You sat your glass down and looked towards the male, smirking softly.

“No thanks.” You kindly responded before picking up your glass again. He didn't seem to get the picture though.

“Come on babe, Live a little. I’d love to have that ass in my bed tonight.” He said, trying to sound enticing in your ear.

“Ah, Too bad. Not everyone get what they want honey.” You responded again, showing a bit a attitude before looking to see your friend again. He leaned forward and plopped a pill in your drink.

“I see, worried about your friend huh? They can join us if yo-“ You snapped your head towards him and scoffed.

“You must be seriously lonely bud, I don’t think neither they’d sleep with you. Now, do me a favor and fuck off.” You snapped, now fully facing him before grabbing the glass.

“And next time, don’t let the pill drop so loud.” You added, splashing him in the face with it. He gasped before growling softly, grabbing you with a forceful pull as everyone began to surround you two. The sound of people gasping caught everyone’s attention even Bakugo’s.

He snapped his eyes down at you before you kneed his groin, making him bend over before swinging a hard right hook at his face. He went down fast and was knocked out on impact.

“Did you see that?! That was so manly!” Kirishima said, pointing at you as Denki looked flabbergasted as well.

Bakugo smirked before fixing his face, scoffing a bit. He rolled his eyes and walked away, sitting on the hard leather couch. You were now on his mind and he didn’t even know your name.

“They just had a lucky punch.”

[magicrowiswritingstuff]

“Stars” - Din Djarin x gender-neutral!reader

Summary: When you look up at the stars, these are the moments you miss him most.

Warning: sad thoughts? idk, can’t think of anything else

Category: hurt/comfort

Words: about 1.500

Note: This piece got... deeply personal. I wrote it when I was unable to fall asleep, thinking about everything that happen in my life in the past two years. It also ended up being very experimental too, sooo hope y'all will like it! Note 2: No use of (Y/N). And while reading through it I didn’t find anything regarding gender so this is tagged as gender-neutral! Hopefully I didn’t miss anything… if I did feel free to tell me so I can correct that.

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“Stars” – Din Djarin x gn!reader

It was one of those nights again. The rain, that had been pounding against the windows only minutes before, had reduced to a faint thumping now. But the normally so soothing sound just blended in with the hard beating of your heart against your ribs and menacingly echoed back in your mind. Louder and louder and louder, the longer you laid on your back and just stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was numb, your body heavy and stiff. You had been lying in bed like that for hours now, since the sun had settled. Already well before the storm had even started, the storm outside that had subsided by now. But the storm in your mind was still raging, fighting, clawing at the walls inside your head. The thunder was crying and screaming in your ears, shaking ever fiber in your being as it tried to break free. But the lightning kept your body rigid and pinned against the bed like arrows. Arrows lodged into your limbs and heart, burying itself deeper and deeper with every sharp breath you took. You couldn't find any rest.

Almost mechanically you sat up and swung your legs over the edge. With your hands on your knees, you stared at the floor. With your bare feet on the cold wooden floor, you just stared. You blinked. Blinked until your mind finally found its focus on reality again. There was no storm anymore, not outside and not in your mind. It was okay. You were okay. You nodded and stood up, tiptoeing to the front door. The moment the fresh air, soaked with the smell of nature, rich and strong and full of beauty just like it usually was after a storm, filled your lungs you finally woke up even though you hadn't really been sleeping for days. But your mind finally awoke after hours, days of just going through the motions. You stretched out your arms and felt the last few drops of rain hitting your skin as you sighed. The stone that had been attached to your heart for weeks now and had dragged it down into the depths of a dark and angry ocean, pushing you underneath the water, had gotten lighter. You felt like you could breathe again. You sat down on the edge of the porch, not caring that the wood was still wet from the heavy rain earlier and stared up at the sky. Most of it was still covered by dark clouds that were hanging just as threatening above your head as your thoughts. Thoughts that bubbled on the surface every now and then. Thoughts that kept pounding on the door, breaking down the door, always returning, always promising to be back. Thoughts you couldn't escape from. Thoughts as slow as the clouds but eventually moving on, revealing the light of the stars to you. You placed your elbows on your knees and put your head in your hands as you watched the stars. Such small points of concentrated light that were trapped in a seemingly eternal dance. Twisting and turning and swirling around each other viciously in a dance far too slow for your eyes to see, for your mind to understand. From your place on the wet, wooden porch they seemed almost stationary. They were beautiful. They were lonely. Thousand and thousand klicks apart, always dancing around each other, almost never meeting, never touching, never connecting. They were beautifully dancing with one another yet they were lonely. Lonely just like you. And whenever you looked up at the stars lighting up the dark night sky, were you reminded of that. Whenever you looked up at the stars you were reminded of him. In these moments, when you felt like the only witness of that tragic dance, did you miss him most. You missed him with every fiber of your being, with your whole heart that was longingly beating against your ribs. He was up there, traveling among the stars while you were down here. Patently waiting for a return, you could only hope for. Maybe he was dancing around you like the stars were around each other. Seemingly so near but not close enough to meet. You missed him. In these moments you would give anything to see him again. To watch the light of the sun reflect off his armor, almost blindingly bright and sharp and in such a dominant manner that just wasn't him. Not with you at least. He would never show it anyone else but you knew there was a soft core and heart beating full of love underneath that hard beskar. You knew it because you had felt it drum underneath your fingertips. You had felt the hidden skin littered with scars, some small and some big. You always felt the love in the way he moved with you, hands gently cupping your face, placed on your hips or tenderly wrapped around your middle. It never felt restricting. It always felt right. In his embrace you felt like you knew where you were supposed to be, what to do, who to be. All because you knew the man underneath the armor. His gentleness, his patience, his caring nature. You had seen the man without the armor. When you spoke the promise, when he exposed himself to you, when he finally revealed himself, you saw the warmth in his eyes. The fear of rejection carved into his furrowed brows. The nervousness of being seen in his lips that were pressed in a tight line. And whenever you looked up at the stars, were you reminded of that and so much more. And in these moments, you missed him most. You sighed and wiped away the tears that had silently began to roll down your cheeks. You hadn't even noticed when you had started crying, too lost in your thoughts. So, lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice the figure walking up to your right. A silent shadow creeping closer and closer. But you didn't feel the threat, you didn't feel the tingle on your skin that would have normally warned you. Because there was no threat. You still flinched when you heard the shadow clear his throat, your head snapping to your right. The moment your eyes landed on the shadow they grew round and large and your mouth fell open in shock, not believing this was real. But the only thing you could do was stare. "Riduur." His voice was a faint sigh. A soft, relieved tune echoing in your ears. Just how you remembered it. Just how you had longed for it for what felt like eternity. He was so close, only a heartbeat away, closer than the stars would ever get to be in their dance. All you would have to do was to stand up and run, bypass the distance. But your body was frozen. You had to be dreaming, right? You blinked, trying to decipher if you were hallucinating. But he was still standing there, fully dressed in beskar that reflected the light of the moons that had fought their way out of the clouds. It wasn't harsh this time, not like how the sunlight normally reflected off of him. It was a soft stream of silver, a small brook slowly filling up with water again in spring. Just as refreshing to your eyes and mind as it would be to step into the cold water of that brook. You weren't dreaming. "Din." Your voice wasn't as faint or soft as his had been. It was full of pent-up emotions that slowly but surely broke down the walls of your mind, spilling over the edge like a waterfall. Choked up and scared. But when he placed his hands on the sides of the helmet and removed it with such a haste, such a powerful longing, the fear and doubt disappeared. They were pushed underwater and out of sight. He let the helmet fall to the ground at the exact same moment you jumped up. And then you ran, finally bypassing the distance, finally ending the dance. He wasn't able to take even one single step forward, had only enough time to reach out, to catch one of your hands with his and pull you against him, to him. And the moment you touched the electricity shot through you with the force of a lightning. Your heart stuttered against your ribs as you crashed against him, finally meeting, finally touching, finally connecting in a fervent kiss.

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Come and Find Me

Chapter 3: Ring, Ring!

Things are heating up my loves! 

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, swearing

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“Breaking news. After countless weeks of Quantico in fear, the murderer of five innocent women has been caught. Andrew Curtis, age 29 has been accused of first degree murder and will face trial in these upcoming weeks. Curtis was caught before laying his hands on his 6th victim, 24 year old Emily Bloise-”

You groaned, awakening to the sound of the TV blasting the news. You didn’t even remember turning it on before going to bed last night. Hell, you don’t even remember falling asleep. You pulled the blankets over your head to block out the noise, as you shifted your legs, you heard a jingling of chains and became aware of the cold clasped around your ankle.

Your body jolted fully awake and you shot up as everything came crashing back to you. You hadn’t been able to sleep last night, you were too nervous for your presentation tomorrow. You were meeting with the one and only Lila Archer. She had gotten word of your design company and was so impressed with your work, she had contacted you to meet with her to discuss designing her vacation “workspace” home in Florida. This was your first celebrity job that would most certainly put you in the big leagues if you got it right or put you six feet under if she hated it. So needless to say your brain would not shut down for the night. 

You had given up on the idea of falling asleep on the rock hard bed the hotel had provided you. Instead you had thrown on some shorts and one of Spencer’s oversized t-shirts you had stolen from him and made your way to get some snacks from the convenience store that was just up the block from your hotel. 

You cautiously made your way up the street, pepper spray in hand. It was 3am and you were no idiot. You were still haunted by the Andrew Curtis case, and you knew deep down so was Spencer. He had gotten you new pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a keychain alarm after the case. He made you promise to carry it everywhere you went and you had held to that promise. It was the haunted look in his eyes that had bothered you the most. 

The bell on the door let at a shrill ring as you entered the store. You gave a small smile and a wave to the man behind the register which he returned. It looked like you were his first customer in a while. 

You wondered the aisles waiting for a snack to catch your eye, when the bell rang again signaling that someone else had entered. You didn’t really pay much attention to it, as you were focused on your very important task at hand; salty or sweet. 

That’s when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. It was a male silhouette. You struggled to make out any of his features. He had his hood up, with a ball cap pulled low to block his face. Yet even without seeing them, you could still feel his eyes on you. 

Ice went down your spine. Something was not right about this, and you always trusted your instincts. Grabbing a random bag of chips and some chocolate covered pretzels you walked quickly over to the register. You could feel the hooded guy’s eyes burning into you even as you handed your money over to the cashier. 

The cashier didn’t seem to pick up on your discomfort and took his merry time with your purchase. You rushed out of there as soon as he handed you your change and bag. 

You had the urge to call Spencer, but you didn’t want to wake him up if you were just being paranoid, he hardly got enough sleep as it was.

 Glancing over your shoulder, you realized there was no one behind you. You slowed down a bit and caught your breath, chastising yourself for letting your fear get the best of you.

That's when you felt a muscular arm encircle your waste. You began to thrash and scream, but a cloth was thrust over your mouth and with one inhale, you were met with darkness.

And now you were here; a dingy little room with soundproof walls and chains on your ankles.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered glancing around. Your fear doubled when your eyes landed on the small TV near the foot of your bed. On it was reruns of the news footage for the Andrew Curtis case. The news footage recapturing every horrific detail. 

You got out of the bed slowly, trying to figure out how to move with the chains around your ankles, and began to take stock of anything that could be made a weapon, but the room did not have much. You paused when you realized this room held details that looked like they were taken right from your home. 

The gray and white duvet was exactly like the one you had on your bed in your apartment, it’s complex design hard to miss. The lamp on the bedside table, which was unfortunately glued down, was the exact replica of the one you had found while thrifting. How this person managed to get a similar one, you had no idea. You shivered when you realized there were cameras all over the room. One in each corner of the room, one on top of the TV and one glued to the bedside table. 

You slowly made your way towards a curtain blocking off something. You took a deep breath and ripped it open, only to find a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink, and a door. You rushed to the door and attempted to open it. The doorknob rattled, it was locked.

 A voice boomed from a PA system above. “Aw my darling, you’re awake!” The voice was clearly distorted to sound deeper. You nearly jumped out of your skin. “I’m sorry your quarters aren’t that nice, but don’t worry, after we win the game, you and I are going to go someplace where you’ll have everything you’ve ever desired.”

“Who the hell are you?” You growled, your head whipping back and forth to see if there was anyone in the room. “Someone who cares very much about you. Someone who’s been in the shadows waiting for you for a long time.”

“Why don’t you come out and show your face instead of hiding behind a little PA voice system? Only a coward hides in the shadows.” You growled trying to seem unafraid, but your body trembled. 

“Oh no my sweet, there is a game afoot and as tempted as I am to reveal myself, I have something better in mind and I can’t have you ruining it.” He purred.

“Why the fuck am I here?” 

“Because darling, I had to open your eyes. You’ve been blinded by awe for your Doctor and you need to see the truth! He doesn’t deserve you, he can’t give you what I can! He leaves you so often, discarding you like a broken toy, only to return later to pick up the pieces.” The voice hissed.

If you weren’t so terrified you would have laughed in the man’s face. “You’re wrong. Spencer is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” You argued. 

“You’re a love-struck blind bitch who can’t see the truth.” The voice snarled. “He took so much away from me and I won't let him take you away too. He disgusts me. Stumbling around spewing bullshit and everyone regards him as a God. Guess I am the devil who has to show him the truth.”

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Reid glanced around your room, he hated how nothing seemed out of place. Part of him wished it was ransacked so he could find a clue as to who the unsub was, so he could see wrath or vengeance or some sort of motive, but there was nothing. 

Instead he just saw you everywhere. You liked to joke that your room was organized chaos. You had a large calendar above your cream-colored desk with important dates and meetings on it, color coded by importance, yet your desk had your design plans and pencils strewn about it.  Pictures of you and Spencer were taped up precariously around the calendar. Cliché photo-booth pictures that you had begged Spencer for, silly selfies you had taken of the two of you, and some pictures you had snuck of Spencer when he wasn’t looking.

Spencer ripped his gaze away as his heart shattered. He instead dragged his gaze around from that glancing at your bookshelves nearby. Design, fantasy, and sci-fi books were strewn all about the shelves. Spencer dragged his hand along the spines, remembering how you had teasingly refused to read any of Spencer’s “real-world” books. “The real world is too boring, I need my escapism and magic.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him as you had gone to the adult fantasy section of your favorite bookstore. Spencer had followed you, eager to explain the science magic tricks he knew.

Spencer shook his head, he needed to focus, yet every part of your room held a precious memory. He made his way to your bed, smoothing out the ornate pattern of your gray and white duvet. Your bed was made, each fluffy blanket folded and decorative pillow in place. 

The thing that truly hit Spencer was the lone stuffed animal that sat on the bed. It was a chubby bumblebee stuffed animal. Spencer had surprised you with it, after he witnessed you squeal in delight at it through a storefront window. You had claimed it was your most prized possession and that he would be your snuggle buddy when Spencer was away on cases.

Emily popped her head in through the door. “Hey Reid, any luck? I didn’t find anything.” 

Spencer glanced up at her. “No, everything looks normal. Not a damn thing out of place.” 

“Who’s that you’re holding?” Emily asked gently. 

“Reid. (Y/N) named him that, he would be by her side when I was away. (Y/N) joked that he protected her while I was away. A lot of good he did for her.” Spencer grumbled, shoving the bee back onto the bed. 

That’s when it caught his eye. The empty picture frame. The one that usually held the photo of you and Spencer, the one that had been mutilated and sent to him in a Curtis-like box. 

Spencer observed the frame, turning it this way and that. He heard the tiniest rustling sound of something moving within the frame. He opened the back of it and a folded up piece of paper fell out. 

Emily rushed to Spencer’s side to see what it said. Spencer slowly reached to pick up the paper and opened it.

Good job Doctor! You found something. Hopefully you find her on time! Ring, ring!

Emily looked at Spencer confused. “Ring, ring?” As if on cue Spencer’s phone began to ring. “What’s up, Garcia?” Spencer asked urgently.

“You need to get back to base, now.” Garcia sounded like she was near tears.

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You tried to tear your eyes away from the screen, but you couldn’t. The news reruns had turned into home videos that Curtis had made. You remember how Reid had explained that they had found the camera Andrew Curtis had used, but no physical films had been found. “Like they had disappeared.” He had said.

 It had driven him and his team nuts because Curtis had worked alone, so who could have taken the film?

“Aren’t they beautiful darling?” The voice crackled through the PA. “Drew and I put so much work into them. It’s a work of art that Picasso would envy.”

“It’s perverse and disgusting, and it proves how truly sick you and Curtis are!.” You yelled, holding back a sob.

“Yet, part of you can’t bear to look away can you? Have you noticed yet?” He purred. 

You didn’t answer, tears flowed down your cheeks. 

He chuckled at your silence.

 “Oh you have, haven’t you? I bet you thought it was a sick coincidence that they looked like you, huh?” He mocked. “Drew told me all about the haunted looks in your Doctor’s eyes. How weak your Doctor was, how your Doctor could never find them in time. They were always dead before they got there.”

“Spencer worked his ass off to catch Curtis. He managed to stop him and he saved so many more lives than what Andrew Curtis took. Spencer is not weak for not getting there in time. Curtis is sick for killing those girls in the first place!” You snarled through your tears. 

“Ah, ah, ah darling. Drew is not a sick man, he’s a hero. He was like the big brother I never had, he protected me, he made sure even when he was caught I was not. Nobody would know I was even involved with him, so I could achieve my goal of having you- of putting that ridiculous Doctor in his place.”

You remained silent, your body trembling at his confession. Whoever this man was he had worked with Andrew Curtis and he had done it just to get you.

“Every girl was a mere tool to prepare me for when I got my hands on you. Drew told me my time would come. Even when he was caught, we wrote letters back and forth, we had a code you see. Nobody really trusts communication between a prior serial killer and innocent boy, they’ll corrupt you apparently. But we found a way around those who separated us. You see, Drew, my guide, my  brilliant mentor, the man who taught me so many things, was right, now I have you right in my hands.” 

“What are you going to do?” You asked terrified.

“Play a game.” You could hear the smile in the man’s voice.

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[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

The Bitterness of the Earth

Jonmartin Week Day 3: Healing & Recovery // Self Sacrifice

I originally planned for this to be the first in a series of oneshots set in this fantasy au, but things didn’t go quite as planned (I didn’t get the other oneshots written in time for jmart week).  So instead I think I’m going to restructure it as a short multi-chapter fic.

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The first lesson Martin learned after transforming for the first time, when his mind was still realizing his body had switched sizes and everything was different and wrong, was never to interfere with the ocean’s whims.

The old sea captain who had changed him looked down upon his flailing form with uncaring eyes and told Martin it is their way.  As one of them now, Martin is bound forevermore to follow their laws without question, lest they forsake him to return to his miserable life on shore.

Martin tried to gasp and beg, plead ‘no, no!  Of course I’ll follow the rules!’ at that.  The thought of returning to where everything ached and hurt and was never ending pain horrified him down to his soul.  Neither words nor familiar sounds came out of his mouth, for it was gone completely.  Instead, Martin made a gurgled, strained squawk with his new, unfamiliar beak.

Peter Lukas, the old sea captain, chuckled at Martin as if he could understand him.  He rubbed a hand across his large, salt-speckled beard, took one final consideration of Martin, and then turned and strolled off into the thick fog that covered the docks.

It took Martin a handful of days, though time blurred together so he’d never be quite sure just how many, to adjust to his albatross form and learn to fly.  It took significantly longer for him to gain the confidence to leave the shoreline behind and glide out to sea for the first time.  It was almost two years before he realized he could purposefully transform himself from albatross form to human and back again.

It was not something Martin did often.

He kept to his role, gliding out above the waves, always watching, observing, but only swooping down long enough to feed himself when he felt hunger.  High amidst the clouds, everything was easier.  The world was quiet and calm, unbothered by his presence.  Martin found it nice, pleasant, and came to not care how deeply he sank into the feeling.

Eventually, driven by the need to have a place to rest after particularly brutal storms, Martin found a small, isolated island to call his own.  He never considered turning it into a home, but he did build a structure and fill it with books and other distractions for the few times when he felt like being human again.

Things progressed for years.  Martin’s life remained peaceful, tranquil.  Not much changed in the day by day for him.  He could never bring himself to care too much.

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As one unremarkable day dies and an equally uninteresting night begins, thick, dark storm clouds roll across the sky.  Not in the mood to deal with the lightning spirits who would surely come out to dance, Martin hunkers down on his island.

He observes as wind whips the few trees and vegetation of his not-home and howls bitter agony.  Waves roar and crash, wreaking havoc upon the beach.  Thunder bellows.  Lightning cracks across the sky in blinding flashes.

The storm reaches its crescendo somewhere in the hours just before dawn.  The wind twists and twists.  For a moment, Martin fully believes a tornado will form and sweep him off wherever it pleases.  With a deafening snap, the sky cracks open.  Something falls, tumbling through the funneling wind.  With a mighty smack, it plunges into the ocean.  Water shoots up and sprays in all directions.  Waves roll, and then still.

Slowly, surely, as if nothing of note had happened, the storm subsides.  The world calms back into silence.  Martin blinks, and ducks his head back inside his shelter.  He’ll wait until sunrise to take off again.  Best not to tempt the powers that be so soon after they expressed themselves.

When morning comes, and Martin walks across the beach, indulging in the squish of the sand between his toes, he finds himself coming to a startled stop just before the spot where he usually gives up his human form.  There’s something there.  Someone.  Someone with the warm, even breath of the living.  A form, unceremoniously dumped by the ocean on dry land, where it naturally belongs.

Martin stares at it, uncertain of what to do.  It has been so, so long since he’s come across another person, he doesn’t know how to, what to, should he…?

A muffled groan comes from the person, and an emotion long disused painfully twinges inside Martin.  He smothers it back down and, when that doesn’t truly work to rid himself of it, resigns himself to dragging the person to his shelter.  He doesn’t care what happens to them, Martin tells himself.  He just wants the guilt that will accompany doing nothing to go away.

The person sleeps and sleeps and sleeps and fills Martin’s abode with the rich scent of earth, and life.

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The first time Jon wakes, it’s in the unexpected way one does when they weren’t expecting to wake at all.  Which is to say, he opens his eyes, sucks in a breath, and abruptly feels everything hurting, throbbing, all at once.  He groans and tries to bring up one arm to shield his eyes from the too bright sunlight.  He’s stopped, and shushed quietly.  Calm, cool hands pin him down.

Jon thrashes.  His throat is too hoarse to scream, but he won’t, he won’t.  Not after everything he did.  He stopped Elias—Jonah—whoever.  He sacrificed his life.  The world is better off for it.  But, no.  No.  If he must live yet, then Jonah doesn’t get to keep him.  Have him.  Jon struggles, uncaring of the damage he does to himself or whoever’s holding him.

“Be still,” says a tentative voice, unsure of itself, like it’s not used to speaking.  “You are very hurt.”

Jon relaxes.  It’s not Jonah’s voice, dripping with condescending and self-satisfaction.  Regardless of how much his head is swimming right now, Jon is positive Jonah is incapable of sounding so timid.  He attempts to speak, to ask who the stranger tending to him is.  He only manages a mangled whimper.

A dish is pressed to Jon’s dry lips.  A trickle of cool, crisp water runs into his mouth and down his throat.  Without hesitation, Jon slurps the water greedily.  When he’s drunken all he can tolerate, Jon settles his head back down.  He closes his eyes to give them a brief reprieve.

He won’t remember falling asleep until the next time he finds himself waking again.

…

Jon sleeps and wakes and sleeps and wakes in a dizzying cycle he can’t keep track of.  Each time he stirs, it’s for a handful of minutes at most.  Long enough to gulp down some water or what could possibly be soup broth offered to him.  He groans and murmurs what are hopefully intelligible articulations of the questions his feverish brain comes up with; Who are you?  Why are you taking care of me?  Where are we?

His mysterious caretaker doesn’t offer explanations, only soothing ‘shushes’ that are so soft Jon wonders if he imagined them.  The most Jon is able to feel the person’s presence happens late one night, when he’s jostled out of a nightmare into wakefulness.  There’s hands on his shoulders.  Jon almost screams at the physical contact.  The hands immediately vanish.

“You’re alright.  It was a bad dream.  You’re safe.  Nothing will hurt you here.”

Jon gasps.  How can I trust you? is the question he wants to ask, but he can’t quite get those words out.  He’s not scared of this person.  If they wanted to hurt him, they’ve had ample opportunities.  The question of trust, though, is something Jon’s not sure he wants an answer for.  Not while he’s so vulnerable.

Out of the darkness comes a thick blanket of better quality than any Jon has noted so far during his stay wherever this is.  It surrounds, and then swaddles him.  No matter how hard he looks, Jon can’t make out more than his caretaker’s moving silhouette.  It leans in close to Jon and he hears the words, “Sleep peacefully now,” whispered in his ear.

In the morning, Jon wakes.  There’s no sign anyone but himself was ever there.

…

Martin paces across the beach.  This is bad.  This is very bad.  Being around someone for so long feels uncomfortable, like something under his skin is aflame.  No matter what he does, he can’t make the sensation go away.  He wants it to.  He wants to not care.  He can’t.

“I just need to get him off the island,” Martin tells himself, while not sounding very convinced.  “Then everything can go back to the way it was.  Like it never happened.”

Is it technically even interfering if the ocean spat the man out onto the island?  Surely, if it was the waves’ will to drown him, the man would have been gulped down long before he could ever reach Martin.  Saving his life, therefore, wasn’t actually breaking any rules.

Martin pauses in his pacing, considering.  He knows what Peter would say to him now.  What Peter would have done in his place.  He’s not Peter.  Martin squeezes his eyes shut and clenches and unclenches his fists.  No matter how hard he tries (and he’s mostly done his best to avoid having to try at all), he cannot bring himself to be cruel, or completely callous.

Martin sighs.  He heads back into his shelter.  He purposefully looks everywhere but the man he’s been nursing back to health.  Martin reasons with himself that, if he is to make a voyage (a true voyage on a boat), he needs to take stock of what supplies he has.

He’s deep into counting what little funds he has and debating how to go about acquiring a boat when he hears a small, but pointed cough.  Martin ignores it.  He knows how to sail well enough.  Once upon a time, he was part of the Tundra’s crew.  That’s not the issue.  Flying to the coast and acquiring a small dinghy to transport the man is.  Martin will have to talk to people.

Maybe he could steal something?  Scavenge from a junkyard?

There’s a second pointed cough.  This time, it strikes Martin that someone had to have made it.  Apprehension sinking in his gut, he turns.

Looking at him, studying him with what could be called a curious expression, is the man.  He has warm brown eyes and tangled curly hair matted with sand and sea water.  He clears his throat, making a hoarse, rough sound.  Habitually, Martin reaches for the fresh water he’s been keeping for his patient and passes it over to him.  He watches as the man’s long, spindly fingers tentatively reach out, touch the water gourd, take it, and then lift it to his lips.

It’s hypnotizing to watch the man drink.  The way his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps.  How he pauses to take a breath and wipe his mouth on the back of a hand.  It’s like he’s a beacon radiating warmth and life directly in front of Martin.  The longer Martin stares at him, the more the chill that has cloaked him for years dispels.

Martin jumps back.  He calls upon Forsaken to wrap him in its cold, comforting embrace.  Fog rolls.  The man makes a startled noise.  Without thinking, Martin calls forth light mists and pushes them forward to shroud the man.  He tells the mists to make the man sleep.

Martin exhales with relief when the man’s eyelids flutter and he slumps back down.

…

In the end, Martin leaves the man in an enchanted sleep, flies to the nearest continent, finds a wooden, one-man dinghy on a dock, and leaves a pouch with all the coins in his possession in its place.  The sail back to his island takes some time, as he’s unused to traveling without a bird’s eye view, but Martin manages it.

The man’s state is unchanged upon Martin’s return.  He slumbers uninterrupted.  Martin gazes down at him, wonders at him, and then gently bundles him up in blankets and carries him to the dinghy.  It isn’t hard.  He’s a small, slight man.

The journey is a peaceful, contemplative one.  If he’s being honest, Martin rather enjoys it.  It’s been years since he last took the time to sail anywhere.

Reaching shore, however, brings back all his old anxieties and fears in a tidal wave of inescapable emotion.  The first moment he sees land, Martin panics.  What is he going to do?  He can’t just unceremoniously dump the man somewhere.  Not after all he’s done to take care of him.  He needs to make sure he’s safe.  At the very least.

Martin stays out at sea for a few days, floating, uncertain and nervous, until a fog bank rolls in from over the water.  Under its comforting, concealing damp, Martin finally approaches the shore.  He steps off onto the docks, the man held securely in his arms, and soundlessly walks off to find a hospital.

For three days and nights, Martin watches from windows, in his albatross form, as doctors and nurses tend to his man.  He’s there when the enchanted sleep wears off and the man wakes and blearily looks around.

Martin spreads his wings and takes off before he can be noticed.

As he flies away, one of his feathers already loose and on its way out, drifts in through the window and lands on the floor of the man’s room.

The man turns at the movement, slides himself out of bed, pads over, and plucks the feather up between his fingertips.  He studies it intently, an unreadable expression on his face.

…

There is a man in Jon’s dreams.  One he doesn’t quite recognize, but who feels so very familiar.  The man’s hair is the color of sand shifting on a beach.  His eyes, the blurred blue-gray where sea and sky meet.  His skin is vague, somewhere between seashells and fog.  Sometimes Jon thinks his imagination concocted the man all on its own.  A fantasy.  A personification of the ocean to humanize his own experiences while lost at sea.

It’s a lucky miracle, the doctors and nurses of the hospital where he stays during his recovery tell him, that the dockhand who found him unconscious on his boat discovered him when he did.  They feared the worst would have happened if no one had stumbled upon him.  Jon silently nods along with their explanations.  He doesn’t wish to worry them, or be argumentative over the matter.  Even if his memory is hazy in some areas, he knows they wouldn’t understand the full story of what he’s been through.  He doesn’t want to drag them into it either.

Jon insists on keeping the albatross feather he found on the floor, despite the doctors protests of cleanliness.  He holds it at least once every day.  Studies it.  It reveals nothing to him.  At the same time, he can’t bring himself to discard it.  It connects him.  To what, he’s not quite sure, but it’s not a connection he wants to lose.

When he’s finally discharged, Jon makes arrangements.  He acquires a horse and rides across the land to a city tucked in the mountains.  It would have been easier to hire an airship, certainly, but an unease in his stomach prevents him from taking to the skies.

Jon passes through the city until he finds the university it’s famous for.  He inquires around and makes his way to an ivy-covered, lopsided but still standing, tower on the edge of the campus some distance from every other structure.  Without knocking, he opens its door and walks up its spiral staircase all the way to the office at the top.

“Come in,” speaks a tired voice from the other side as he reaches the final step.  “And tell me what you seek.”

Jon does as he’s bid.  He walks into the office where books are stacked high against the walls.  He places his albatross feather down on the desk in front of the seer, who quirks an eyebrow.  Ever so carefully, Jon takes a folded bit of parchment out of his pocket and smoothes it out so the seer, a man with long, unkept black hair can read what it says:

My voice was once stolen.  This is how I speak.

and a little below that,

I need your help to find the one who this feather belonged to.

[mashupxreader]

Little Buddy.

Hello, Lovebugs. 

Din Djanin X Fem Reader 

Warnings - none yet but this will be a multi chapter thing that will eventually have lots of smut. 

Summary - You need a job and Peli agrees you can work on the Razor Crest for her.

Chapter 2!

You suppose you should have expected this. Out on the street with a pathetic bag filled with clothes and no units to your name. You had been bouncing around on friends couches until you had overstayed your welcome. The problem this time was that you were out of couches to crash on. All your friends were sick of you, not that you could blame them. You had become pathetic with no home, no job, and no drive to change that.

There were few options for you on tatooine for a job. You had no true credentials. You had worked on the junk your father had around his little shop but you didn't have any true training it was everything you taught yourself. After he passed you had nothing. He owed everyone around so they took what they could to repay themselves for his debt. You knew you had one last option but you had been putting it off for as long as possible. Peli had given you a few odd jobs in the past but it had been a while since you had seen her. You essentially had a temper tantrum and stormed off from her hanger. You were young and dumb and in pain from the losses you had. Hopefully, she could see it in her heart to forgive you and let you work to make enough credits to at least get a place of your own. 

 You made your way down to Peli tail between your legs ready to beg on your knees when an old ship landed on the platform. From the looks and sound of it, the old space junk needed some serious TLC. You continued walking over to Peli catching her eye once the dust had fully settled. She gave you a knowing smirk with a hand on her hip as if to say look whos back. You sighed rolling your eyes. Get through this y/n just a few jobs and then you can come and go as you pleased. You mustered a smile hoping it looked less fake then it felt on your face. You had made it beside Peli when she looked at you before turning to the person coming off the ship. To both of your surprises, it was a Mandalorian. Suddenly the little speech you had been practicing on the way over escaped your mind. You were distracted from looking at the tall Mandalorian followed by a little silver ball floating behind him. This was definitely not a normal occurrence even for Tatooine. He stopped in front of the two of you stiff and serious. The little droids Peli kept around the hanger starting to make their way over to the ship before Mando shot towards one scaring them away. 

“Hey!” Peli said ready to straight-up fight a man way bigger than her. “You damage one of my droids you pay for it.” You had to admit Peli had no fear when it came to her turf. 

“Just keep them away from my ship,” the modulated voice said clearly not afraid of the shorter woman in front of him. 

“You think that's a good idea, do ya? Let's look at your ship.” Peli started to do her walk around clipboard in hand already adding the credits up in her head. She started to do her typical run through that you had seen a million times over. She was a businesswoman who knew how to upcharge a stranger. “Oof! Look at that. Ugh, you got a lot of carbon scorin building up top. Yeah.” she continues looking around poking and pulling as she goes. The Mandalorian was clearly unamused with her little show. She kept mumbling to herself about needing a special tool for this and that it looked like someone was doing target practice on the ship. The Mandalorian cleared his throat to get Peli’s attention. 

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits.” The Mando pulled them out from a small pouch to prove to her he wasn't here to waste her time. 

“That's all you got?” Peli said grabbing the credits from him. “Well, what do you think y/n?” You were surprised to hear your name. Honestly, you thought asking for a job would be more painful with pleading and flattery. You paused looking from the ship to the two other people in front of you. 

“It will at least cover the hanger,” you said with a shrug. Your haggling skills were never the best and had gotten you yelled at a few times from your father and Peli about upselling to make a living. 

“I’ll get you your money,” He said pausing before pushing the button on the little floating orb behind him. Peaking out was a little green creature with the biggest eyes and even bigger ears you have ever seen. It had the smallest little pout probably upset about being woken up from its nap. “I need you to watch him I have a job I need to take care of.” You couldn't help yourself you were drawn to it. Going over to the makeshift pram you reached out to pick up the little thing as it reached out to be picked up. 

“What's its name?” You said looking to the Mando as you softly rubbed one of the giant ears on its head. 

“I don't know his name. I just call him kid. So we got a deal? I’ll pay for the repairs and for the cost of watching the child.” Peli Hummed from a second before agreeing to his terms. With that, the Mandalorian grabbed a bag from the ship and went off to what you assumed was the job he spoke of. 

“Bye Mando,” you said showing the child Mando leaving he cooed moving his ears down sadly. You felt for the little guy being left with two random ladies wasn't exactly what you would want either. “Are you hungry?” you asked the little guy suddenly seeing him brighten at the thought of getting a snackie. You turned around to take him into Peli’s area before being stopped by her in your tracks.

“Nice try y/n, I get the kid you get to work on the pile of space rubble.” Peli had her hands out for the child to be grabbed by her already baby talking to him giving him the pet name womp rat. She started to walk away before turning back to you. “Oh and welcome back y/n.”

You spent the next few days working on the ship with Peli. Every so often she would come over to check your work suggesting different things but otherwise, the two of you fell into the regular rhythm that you had been used to in working with her. The ship was truly in bad shape. Maybe the Mandalorian just wasn't that good at upkeep but he needed to start if he didn't want it to break down in the middle of space. The work was long and made your arms and legs have a familiar ache that reminded you of sleeping on different couches the past year. While working the child would sleep in his little floating pram or play around with the droids. When night would come you would play with him using random object around the shop as toys. His motivation in life however was food. He loved to eat everything and anything he could get his hands on. You were sure you had caught him eating random little creatures around outside. It didn't make him less adorable but you had to wonder where his insatiable appetite came from. 

Peli let you sleep on the cot that she had around from the past when you would stay with her. It was very uncomfortable with the metal pushing into your back and sides when you would lay down in it. Yes, beggars can't be choosers but if you could you would choose something with a little more fluff. One of the nights you were laying staring at the ceiling when you heard the child start to stir. At first, they were little sounds like he was dreaming before turning into full-on tears. You snuck over to the orb looking down at the poor little guy. Clearly, he was having a nightmare. You thought back to when you would have nightmares when you were little. Your father would always rub soothing circles into your back to help you feel better. Grabbing the child in your arms you let him rest his head on your shoulder before you started to rub circles onto his tiny back. At first, his little whimpers were loud in your ear breaking your heart as he tried to let the soothing take over him. You lightly shushed him telling him all the typical things like you were there and he was okay. Eventually, after a lot of convincing and a few hiccups after the tears, he fell back asleep on you. You considered putting him back in the orb but you didn't want to wake him. At least that's what you were telling yourself because truthfully the cuddles made you feel so much better. No one had hugged you in so long that it felt nice to be needed. 

Waking up you realized that you had slept sitting up leaning against the wall while holding the kid. You were definitely going to be paying for that later when your muscles would be screaming at you asking what the fuck you were thinking. For now, you were just happy that the kid didn't have any more nightmares that night. You could only imagine the things he had seen to end up being in the care of a Mandalorian. You started to hum very lightly to him when you felt like someone was watching you. Looking over you saw the Mandalorian looking at the two of you in your little cuddle puddle.

“He likes you.” the sound of his voice was slightly rough like he was in desperate need of some sleep and water. You nodded starting to stand before realizing your legs were numb from being in the position they were with the kid. Just as you felt like you were about to hit the ground the Mandalorian caught you holding you up while you found your balance. His gloved hands were rough against your skin. His grip was tight but not to the point you felt like he was going to leave a bruise. You gave him a little thanks before placing the child back in the pram. He gave a few little huffs before settling back into his blankets. 

“I can show you everything we did on the ship if you want then I can grab Peli.” The Mandalorian simply nodded not giving anything away with that helmet. For all, you knew he could be rolling his eyes and you would be none the wiser. Walking around the ship Mando followed making small comments here and there about your work but overall was satisfied. Turning back to him you finally were able to take in just how much taller he was than you. He was broad and intimidating just to look at. You didn't want to imagine what it would be like having him chase you down as a bounty. 

Peli came around the corner with the child following behind. The moment he saw you he made a squealing sound not even caring his father was back from his trip. Mando noticed turning his head to the side clearly surprised the excitement wasn't for him. You went to the child touching his ear softly looking at him closing his eyes. Mando and Peli dealt with the payment as you said good bye to the kid. How did he manage to make you fall in love with him so quickly? You barely noticed Peli call your name to get your attention. 

“Oh sorry, Yes?” you said letting go of the kid and taking a step back. Mando looked over at you clearly amused by the way you and the child had already made a bond. It reminded him of how quickly he grew attached to him too.

“I have been looking for someone to watch the kid while I go on jobs. Plus you know your way around a ship. Would you consider working for with me for a couple of weeks?” Did the Mandalorian just give you your free ride off this stupid planet? You didn't think for long before your answer. 

“Absolutely.” Mando nodded towards Peli as a final thank you before walking towards the ship the child’s pram following behind him as the kid tried to reach to Mando finally ready for his father’s attention. He really was a man of very few words not that it mattered to you. You ran to your little cot grabbing your bag that had your whole life in it. This was exactly the thing you needed. Running up to Peli she shoved some credits into your hand. “Thank you. For everything. Especially letting me come back after every time I leave.” She rolled her eyes nodding her head to the ship where Mando was waiting for you. 

“I’ll always be here for you kid. Be careful out there.” With that, she gave you a little shove towards the ship before walking back to get away from the dust that will be kicked up from the ship. You made your way up the ramp looking back at Peli before closing the ramp. You threw your bag on the floor before crawling up the ladder to the cockpit. There Mando sat in the pilot seat with the child in the seat to his right. You sat down with a small smile on your face. 

“Ready?” Mando asked as he flicked a few switches. 

“Ready,” you said looking at the kid who cooed in response as the ship began to take off.