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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️forever isn’t long enough❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count: 7.4K

Summary: in which Cherrie is stubborn and refuses to admit that she loves him. So Charles bullies it out of her.

Or basically just two idiots in love bullying each other into confessing

As Cherrie walked into the room where the team would be filming a question and answer live video as a welcome back for the new season , she was immediately met with the narrowed eyes of a concerned charles and a amused smirk from Sebastian as they both sat waiting for her arrival on the red couch.

She gave them both a small, sheepish smile along with a tiny wave.

Knowing for a fact that she should have arrived here more than an hour ago but she had been too busy stopping off to get a hot chocolate from her local cafe to care.

Waving around politely to the exasperated crew who were more than used to her constant tardiness , she took a sip from the cup in her hand as she slowly walked over to the couch, looking at the small space that they had left between them knowing that they expected her to squeeze her ass between them while they man spread and took over all the space left.

Charles was looking up at her with a frown , more than a little bit annoyed by how this was the first time he had been able to see her and actually speak to her in over two months .

Cherrie knew that he wasn't very impressed with her sudden disappearance over the holidays , having turned off her phone and refused to tell anyone where she was going or what her plans for the holiday were.

But she just needed some time and some space on her own after a emotionally rocky year for her . She needed time to recoup her thoughts and be able to get back up in the morning without crying over every single thing .

She was utterly exhausted. Both physically and mentally the year has taken its toll on her.

Between the loss of points and not being able to win as many races as she had hoped to do, as well as the growing tension between herself and Charles , late nights and risky mornings in hotel rooms and hasty goodbyes before he could even try to convince her to stay .

It had been difficult because Cherrie didn't know what to do with these new , overwhelming feelings that sunk her stomach and tightened her chest whenever they were alone together .

She wasn't used to someone being kind to her just because they wanted to and not because they wanted something out of her .

She wasn't used to the sweet looks and shy smiles that always lit up Charles face whenever she was near by.

She didn't know how to handle the soft touches and tender gaze, doesn't know how to cope with the way he looked at her like she was something special , as though she was something to be adored.

She wasn't used to it. She wasn't a soft and gentle woman who could just hold someone hands and kiss them so softly that it felt like the world had come to a stand still just for the two of them.

She couldn’t name hardly any of the people she had slept with in the past. But she could remember each person that she had held hands with. Because there was only two.

She was used to rough touches and messy kisses in the back of a car and careless fucks in somebody else's bed .

She didn't stay for anyone , didn't know how to be someone that somebody wanted , unable to fathom the thought that she was something more than fuckable. That she was more than a good time and a quick distraction .

She didn't like the way her feelings and the way he touched her and looked at her made her feel so vulnerable.

She wasn't a weak girl who caved into every man that as even so much as glanced at her twice. She didn't laugh at someone's jokes even when they weren't funny just to make them smile.

She didn't hold someone in her arms without saying a word after having another bad race .

She didn't open up to people, she didn't show them how she felt through her fingertips and with her tongue . She didn't let anybody in.

But she had with Charles. She had done everything with him that she told herself over and over again that she would never do.

She was there to race , not to fall in love . But this time her own feelings were out of her control and it had scared her.

It had scared her to see the way he always clung onto her after a long night together, the plea for her to stay going unspoken but Charles didn't need to beg or tell her what he was feeling. Because she could see it in his eyes how much he wanted her and how much he didn't want to let go.

So she had only mindlessly nodded along when her teammate had talked about travelling during the holidays . Had only smiled briefly when he looked hopefully at her and whispered that she should come along too. That she would love his family and they would love her. That he could show her all the places she had never been.

And when Charles had been packing his bags to go back home for the holidays , Cherrie had done the same thing.

She had left his bed without a word and without leaving a single trace of her herself behind. She had turned off her frantically buzzing phone with incoming calls and confused texts from Charles asking her where she was and why she had left so quickly .

She kept her phone off for two whole months, she didn't speak to any of the other drivers who had become such good friends.

She forgot about her feelings for a while and got the hell away before she could have a mental breakdown over the way she could no longer control her own life .

For so long she had been in control. She had a routine and barely did it ever change. She liked things to be simple and easy.

And the way she had so suddenly craved to be in Charles presence wasn't simple. It was scary and it was overwhelming and the last time she had felt something even remotely close to the way he was making her feel, she had ended up running away too.

Because feelings weren't for everybody.

She wasn't a happy go lucky person who could embrace friends and tell them she loved them. She couldn't be soft and gentle , that just wasn't her.

She was blunt . She was hard headed and driven by success. She didn't have time or the energy for blinding feelings .

Until Charles came along and wrecked away all of her walls like it was nothing.

It was just too much and the overwhelming urge to run away had taken over any rational thoughts about just telling him how she felt. Knowing deep down in her mind that Charles would understand , that he would be patience and kind. That he would help her though it.

Because he was a good guy and Cherrie had seen the way he had been looking at her since they were teenagers .

Even when she was a teenager who barely glanced his way, he had always followed her around like she was something special , as though just being near her calmed him down .

She had seen the way he smiled at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Had noticed the little things he did without even saying a thing , just wanting to make her life a little easier.

Like the way he always carried a packet of candy in his bag because he knew that she got moody when she didn't have anything sugary.

It was the way he carried two water bottles and silently handed her one after each race , having put diluted orange juice in it after learning how much she struggled to drink water on its own.

It was the way he pulled out her chair at dinner and the way he didn't start eating until she did.

It was the way that he waited around for her to be done with press and her briefings after each race , just to drive her home while her car was in the garage getting repaired.

It was the way he silently handed her flowers after dnf'ing. The way he would just put in a movie and caress his fingers through her hair till she fell asleep after a difficult day at the track.

It was the way he stayed sober while she got drunk with their friends , just so he could look after her and take her home safely .

It was the way he held her hair and rubbed at her back while she regretted ever drinking in the first place , laughing softly at the way she would promise that she was never drinking again only to get plastered the following weekend and repeat the messy process .

It was the way that he looked for her in a crowded room.

The way he always asked the other drivers where she was when he couldn't see her, leaving to find her, not wanting to be in a group if she wasn't there with him.

It was the way he called her own father to let him know that Cherrie was okay after a particularly nasty crash. The way he stayed by her side with tears in his eyes , refusing to leave her until he saw that she was fit and healthy with his own two eyes.

It was the way he learned to cook new things that she liked after she told him that she was going vegan.

His phone filled with vegan recipes and his kitchen a mess of strange ingredients as he stayed up all night to make her a plant based macaroni after seeing her pout over their friends getting the cheesy goodness during dinner while she was stuck eating a salad.

It was the way he way he always helped correct her English when she got a word wrong or struggled to translate what she meant, not as fluent in English as their friends . He would simply whisper to her the right way of saying what she meant and give her a proud little smile when she remembered it the next time she spoke.

It was all these little things that Charles did that made her stomach turn into a whole damn zoo and made her unable to even think straight.

Because nobody told you that falling in love could feel like a never ending panic attack, heart racing in your chest when they smiled. Throat running dry whenever they said your name.

It scared her . So she left without a single word, despite the guilt that took over her chest as she told herself over and over again that he wouldn't care. That they weren't together . He wasn't her boyfriend and she wasn't his girlfriend .

They were just friendly teammates who slept together sometimes. (All the time).

It was okay. She was okay. It was going to be okay. It had to be.

"Where the hell have you been?" Charles blurted out before he could even think to remember that they weren't alone and that he was supposed to be sounding like a teammate and not a upset lover.

Seb smirked behind his hand as he rubbed at chin in amusement , having been listening to Charles rant to him about how worried and stressed he was about Cherrie suddenly going off the radar for two fucking months.

He thought it was funny how obvious it was that Charles was in love with her while Cherrie acted as detached and emotionally constipated as usual.

Cherrie glanced down at her drink as she hesitantly squeezed between the two drivers on the couch, fighting back a wince as her bare leg brushed up against Charles's thigh who has turned in his seat to stare her down . With an unimpressed look on his handsome face .

"I got a hot chocolate on my way. I was also gonna stop for a breakfast too but-" she knew that he wasn't talking about where she had been just that morning yet she still tried to play innocent .

Charles narrowed his eyes at her , shaking his head in frustration. "That's not what I meant and you know it! I'm talking about you going M.I.A over the holidays and no one being able to get hold of you!" He couldn't help but snap.

Having spent the whole time worried out of his mind only for his concern to quickly turn to anger when paparazzi pictures of her lounging on a yacht and at the beach came out.

Those pictures of her casually drinking in the sun were the only way he knew that she wasn't dead.

Cherrie kept her eyes down to her drink stubbornly , knowing that one look at his pretty face would have her defences crumbling down again. The same walls she had spent the last two months rebuilding , telling herself that she didn't need anybody but herself.

That was a lie and she knew it. But she had always believed in faking it till it came true so...

Acting oblivious to Charles's and her own feelings would have to do.

"I was on holiday. I didn't want to talk to anyone." She simply muttered , glancing over beside her at Sebastian who was casually listening into her excuses with a knowing look on his face, raising his eyebrow at her disapprovingly .

She looked back down at her drink quickly .

Charles frowned , feeling hurt and it showed in his voice as he continued to look down at the woman he adored so much, the one woman that he would willingly get down on his knees and beg to be with, just wanting her to give them a chance to be something beautiful.

"Not even me? You just left without even saying goodbye . That wasn't very nice." He muttered to her quietly .

Cautious of the camera crew setting up the finishing touches in front of them, their media manager motioning for them to straighten up and get ready to start.

Cherrie pushed down any guilt and simply sighed, leaning back against the couch to get comfortable rubbing at her aching head. Still slightly hungover from the amount of wine she had drank on the plane back to Monaco.

She had always been a stress drinker . Now was no different. But no amount of alcohol could take away the nerves she felt at being beside Charles again.

"I was late for my plane. You were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you.." didn't want to give you the chance to convince me to stay . Is what she meant.

Charles huffed at her stubbornness , knowing her far too well to believe her bullshit excuses for leaving.

"You should have woken me! Do you know how worried I've been?" He gave her shoulder a nudge with his own , trying to get her to look at him so he could look into her pretty eyes and see what she was thinking .

Cherrie just shook her head at him, plastering a smile on her face as the man handed some cards to read off, counting down from three as the camera trained on them clearly.

"Sorry. But you had nothing to be worried about. I just needed a break away from everything." She muttered before smiling at the camera brightly , giving a small wave and ignoring Charles pouting beside her.

Seb smiled at them as he made the introduction and got the video rolling . Glancing down at the cards with a small laugh as he spoke up.

"So the first question is for you Charles.." he said to him , hiding his grin as he watched Charles quickly snap his eyes away from where he had been gazing at Cherrie , clearing his throat and smiling a little awkwardly to him.

Charles nodded at him to go on while Cherrie just drained the last of her hot chocolate and placed the empty cup at her feet.

"Where do you see yourself in the future?" Sebastian asked him , reading off the card.

Charles smiled and answered easily "a world champion definitely.. hopefully.." he laughed a little before looking at Cherrie again who was smiling at his answer.

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to say fuck it.

She may not like talking or acknowledging her feelings but he did and if she refused to listen to him in private then he would make her understand publicly instead. Knowing that she couldn't run away from him this time, not while the cameras were still rolling .

So he said "and I see myself still in love, maybe married and with my own little family too. That would be nice." Glancing pointedly at Cherrie who had frozen up next to him.

Giving him a small cautious glance , frowning a little at the way her heart sped up at his answeR.

Surely he didn't mean her..? No. He can't be because Cherrie wasn't the kind of girl that was someone wanted forever .

She was too much work and not wife material at all, surely not ...

Sebastian smirked knowingly at them, amused at the way Cherrie was still stubbornly refusing to look at Charles even though he was glaring a hole into the side of her face with his challenging stare.

"You'd be a good husband and father. I can imagine you having cute kids." He mused as he picked another card up ready.

Charles smiled bashfully at his compliment and nodded his head, fiddling with the mood ring on his finger that Cherrie had gotten him when they were still teenagers .

Giving it to him with a shy mumble on Valentine's Day after he had made her a giant card in the shape of a heart alongside a teddy bear with roses in its hand.

Her dad had made her get Charles a gift too, while Cherrie had just blushed bright red the whole time, hardly able to look anyone in the eye as she shoved the ring and a poorly made card in his direction with an embarrassed scowl on her face.

So not much had changed really. Charles was still hopelessly in love with her and feelings still made Cherrie want to throw up and disappear forever.

"Yeah, they'd be cute . With little curls and big blue eyes , a little button nose and freckles.." he listed off all the features that Cherrie had without any shame, knowing exactly who was going to be his future baby mama if he had his own way.

Cherrie sunk further into the couch with a flush, swallowing dryly . Utterly mortified by how obvious he was being.

She almost had a panic attack right there and then. He wanted them to be together?! Get married?! Have kids?!

She could barely even hold his hand in the privacy of their own room!

"Dieu, ça ne peut pas m'arriver." She muttered beneath her breath in embarrassment.

(God , this can't be happening to me)

Sebastian just laughed and moved onto the next question before she melted into a puddle of red beside him .

"Cherrie this one is for you.." he grinned at the flustered girl next to him in pure amusement .

"What's your favourite thing to do in the off time?" He asked her .

She picked at her nails boredly, looking down at the bright red colour as she thought about it.

Before humming and giving a little shrug "I like to go on little adventures with my friends. See new islands and try new things.." she told them honestly , smiling a little as she thought about her most recent trip.

"-but mostly I just enjoy reconnecting with friends and having fun . Getting some drinks and messing around."

Sebastian looked at her curiously "where did you go this time? I saw pictures of you on a yacht but I don't know where. No one really knew where you were." He said.

Charles having been the one to show him the recent photos of her with a scowl on his face as he complained about her ignoring him.

Cherrie glanced over at Charles to see him waiting for her to tell them exactly what she had been doing after ditching him in his bed, raising a judgmental eyebrow at her when she hesitated to answer.

Before finally giving in and telling them quietly “I went to Brazil and met up with neymar. He was having this big yacht party the whole weekend. Then we just traveled around after that. We spent some time in Italy and Spain and even went to England as well. It was fun." She muttered with slight smile.

Charles looked at her with wide eyes , frowning in disbelief .

"Neymar? As in the footballer? The guy you used to date?" He felt his stomach turn at the thought of the two of them getting back together while he sat back in the sidelines with a broken heart again. Unable to do a single thing but watch in misery as she dated a guy that wasn't him .

Cherrie frowned back at him, finally looking at him again. Chewing on the Inside of her cheek nervously when she saw the annoyed look he was giving her , fingers tapping against his knee impatiently as he waited for her to explain herself.

Cherrie groaned in annoyance, not liking the hurt puppy look he was aiming her way.

Fucking hell. She thought in misery. Why does he have to have such a gorgeous face?

How was she supposed to act unbothered by him when just the sight of his puppy eyes had her stomach turning into a whole Damn zoo!

"We never dated... seriously. We're just really good friends." She mumbled flustered by his heavy stare.

Wondering what happened to the shy stammering Charles that used to go bright red and speechless whenever she used to simply just look at him.

It felt like they had swapped roles. She was usually the confident and intense one out of the two of them.

I mean, for heavens sake! The first time that they had sex Charles had thanked her for it!

And then he had proceeded to politely ask her if she would like do it again sometime with a blush on his face while Cherrie had just been panting up at the ceiling in pure disbelief . Muttering a amused ‘sure. Same time tomorrow?’ To him fondly.

Charles scoffed at her , pursing his lips unhappily. "That's not true .. I once watched the two of you eat each others faces at an after party . You were more than friendly." He reminded her bitterly .

Cherrie just rolled her eyes, huffing a little at the way he was calling her out on her lie right in front of the cameras too!

Gritting her teeth as she sent him a small glare , getting a pointed look in return. Daring her to deny it.

"We- we were just having fun. We really are friends now! You're telling me that you've never fucked around with some of your friends when you were younger?!" She defensively threw back at him .

Sebastian was grinning beside them, looking into the camera with a arch of his brow like he was in an episode of the office.

Charles pulled a face at her , rapidly shaking his head no. "I haven't! You can't call someone your friend if you're sucking their dick Cherrie!" He exclaimed as a jab towards her past relationships and the one that she also had with him.

Unable to believe the way she could give him the most mind blowing sex of his life and them tell people that they were 'just friends' as if she didn't just have his dick in her mouth ten minutes ago!

He had to give her credit though, she was a really fantastic bullshitter! And if there was an award for being in denial of her feelings , she would win without any hesitation!

Sebastian's eyes widened as he saw the stare down between the two of them, laughing a little as he gave Charles a look to behave himself , already used to them bickering like little kids since they were , well, kids!

Gently pulling Cherrie by the shoulder to lean back again once he noticed the way she looked ready to lay into him, both of them forgetting that they were being recorded live to the whole World.

"Okay! Next question I think!" He exclaimed with a amused smirk , clearly loving the drama .

"Favourite food?" He asked them trying to clear the sudden tension between them a little.

Cherrie looked away from Charles and back at Sebastian again. Humming softly in thought .

"Probably stir fry. But If we're talking desert then there's this cafe near my apartment that does these beautiful vegan cupcakes and honestly you can't even tell the difference . They're amazing." She gushed , almost drooling just thinking about them.

Charles, momentarily forgetting his jealously and anger for a second, smiled at her in amusement .

"Is that the one you dragged me too last time?" At her nod , he laughed in agreement.

“Yeah they were good! We have a tradition of swapping deserts if we win a race. When she won last time I tried to make a replica of the cupcakes she loves but it didn't turn out so good.." he told Sebastian , smiling at the memory.

Cherrie giggled a little and patted his thigh comfortingly without even thinking , so used to their easy touches and messing around even when they were arguing .

Her dad had once been stood with his mouth wide open in disbelief when he witnessed her and Charles had arguing with each other nastily , snapping at each other even though they had been laid on the couch together with his arm around her shoulders and her own arm around his back.

Cuddling while arguing . Her dad couldn’t believe it!

She grinned at him in amusement "you did good! I told you that they weren't that bad! Just a little ...burnt." She tried to make him feeling better about it just like she had done back then.

Giggling to herself as she recalled the way a pouty Charles had shown up at her door with a loud sigh of defeat as he sheepishly held up a tray of burnt cupcakes to her, looking like he was going to cry.

She had kissed his pout away and scoffed down those burnt cupcakes like they weren't making her teeth hurt with each bite, not wanting him to be sad.

Charles squinted just eyes at her , still not believing her lie.

Sighing loudly as he leant his body back against the couch, nudging his shoulder against hers affectionately.

"You went to the dentist the next day!" He whined laughing despite himself and his shitty baking.

Cherrie grinned cheekily "for a checkup!"

"Yeah right!" He rolled his eyes at her playfully , pulling at her one of her curls with his fingers .

Sebastian laughed at them and asked them another question "have you ever been in love?" That question wasn't even on the card but Sebastian had a plan for the two in love idiots in front of him.

Knowing that Charles wouldn't have any hesitation in admitting his feelings to the world , maybe it was the push that Cherrie would need.

Cherrie laughed a little and shook her head no . "I'm not the kind of girl that guys fall in love with easily. I'm okay for a short time but not for a long time. I'm not girlfriend material.." she muttered her thoughts out loud.

Only to flinch a little in shock when Charles let out the loudest scoff ever, eyes blown wide in disbelief as he gaped at her like she had frown an extra head right in front of him.

"You're kidding right? You've got to be joking!" He almost shouted in shock, speechless at how oblivious she was acting.

Did she really think that his feelings for her were nothing more than 'casual'? Did she really not know that she was in his every thought? That she was his first thought in the morning and his last wish at night?

She drove him crazy and she didn't even know it!

Cherrie looked at him with small frown, stomach turning at the familiar way he was looking at her.

Nervously fiddling with the fray edges of her denim shorts , clearing her throat a little nervously .

"I mean- I just mean that I'm not a girl that guys take home to meet their mother. As soon as they get to know me properly it's like... nope, not a forever thing! And definitely don't love me after that!" She laughed a little depressingly at herself, truly believing that she was only loveable when the sun went down.

Charles tried not to shake her shoulders and scream at her.

Instead he took in a deep , calming breath to gather his patience. Reminding himself that it wasn't her fault she was so emotionally stunted. That she didn't know that someone loved her until it was spoken directly to her face with no way of her misunderstanding.

Charles realised then that perhaps never telling her directly how he felt was a giant mistake on his part .

He had hoped that his actions would speak for him, that she would feel his love and understand how gone for her he was.

But apparently not. Apparently she was blind!

"I know you and I think you're amazing. You're the most lovable woman in the world! Everybody wants to either be you or be with you! Surely you can't believe that?!" He exclaimed in shock by her stubbornness to give in and let herself be loved.

Cherrie flushed darkly and frowned at him a little , trying to not throw up from the way the butterflies wouldn't stop flapping their wings rapidly in her chest.

Barely able to hold eye contact with him, seeing the way Charles was looking at her with a face full of disbelief and frustration .

She huffed, feeling uncomfortable talking about her feelings and love in general.

"That's not the same thing. I mean, I'm just not good with feelings and I'd be a terrible girlfriend-"

Charles let out another loud scoff , placing his head in his hands and trying not to scream.

Sebastian was grinning behind his knuckles as he tried not to laugh at the two idiots in love in front of him. Charles looking like he was going to burst if she denied his love one more time.

"How can you know that If you don't try it?! I didn't know I liked spaghetti until I ate it!" He almost shouted at her in frustration.

Referring to the way Cherrie had told him that he didn't want her as a girlfriend, that he wouldn't like it if they became serious.

The same old bullshit excuses but Charles had enough of her lying to herself.

He was leaving here with her as his girlfriend whether she liked it or not , he was done with her denial. Enough was enough!

Cherrie scowled at him, oblivious to the team

Behind the cameras who were watching them argue in absolute confusion. Having absolutely no idea what was going on.

"What has spaghetti got to do with love?!"

"I'm not talking about the spaghetti itself! I'm talking about having to try things to know you like them! If you don't give the guy a chance then how can you know that it won't work out?! You don't!" Charles snapped back at her with wide eyes.

Cherrie rolled her eyes at him dramatically "it's the same way that you want to do anal but won't let yourself be pegged! It's a bit hypocritical isn't it?! To want to do something to someone else but not letting them do it to you?!" She shouted back at him, completely having lost sense of what they were even arguing about now.

Sebastian was giggling behind the cards, having the time of his life watching them shout at each other like stubborn children . Cherrie refusing to admit that she was wrong.

Charles blinked at her in disbelief, mouth dropping open in shock. Wondering how they went from spaghetti, to chances and then to anal within a second.

"Well you'd only do anal with somebody you trusted wouldn't you? Like a boyfriend! And I never said I wouldn’t try anything! But if I was going to do it I'd want it to be with someone i loved , someone that i could call a girlfriend!" He flung his hands up into the air dramatically , easily matching her energy like usual .

Cherrie huffed loudly , glaring back at him. "That's not the point! I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend! I'm happy as I am thank you!" She snapped back at him.

Charles pulled a face of disbelief at her "why not? You're happy having sex with me , nothing would have to change except me being able to call you my girlfriend!" The gasps of shock from the crew didn't even reach his ears as he openly told the whole world that they were sleeping together without any shame.

Sebastian gasped a laugh. Wiggling his eyebrows at the camera as he sat back and happily Enjoyed the show in front of him.

Cherrie gasped sharply and smacked his arm, hard. Flushing bright red. "Everything would change! You want to marry me and have kids with me! That's not casual at all! That’s A lot different than just sex!" She exclaimed stubbornly . Not giving in .

Charles rolled his eyes at her , shoving her shoulder in response .

The two of them starting to shove at eachothers sides like naughty children as they bickered on live video stream.

"Maybe a little bit but you'd get used to it! It would just be nice to hold your hand in public and tell you I love you without you freaking out! I know you love me too! I'm not blind or stupid!" He pushed her head with his hand , almost pushing her into Sebastian's lap.

She immediately pushed him back, kicking him as well as she huffed and puffed at him angrily.

"I don't love you!" She shouted, clearly lying.

Charles scoffed at her loudly "yes you do! I heard you whisper it to me once when you thought I was sleeping!" He admitted to her shamelessly.

Cherrie gasped , hitting his arm again. "You were pretending to be asleep?!" She was mortified "see! I don't want to date a liar! You just heard me wrong!" She lied .

Charles looked at her with wide eyes , unable to believing that she was still lying like this.

Talk about denial!

"Sure! What did you say then?!" He challenged her knowing exactly what he heard that night .

Cherrie hesitated before looking away from him stubbornly . "I said - I said I love you but like- in a platonic way-" she flushed, stammering .

Even Sebastian rose a brow at her in disbelief . Giggling to himself at how stubborn she was .

Charles wanted to throttle her. "Oh stop it! We could have been married happily by now If you'd just stop being so fucking stubborn!-"

She looked at him with a scowl , heart racing in her chest nervously.

"je ne veux pas t'épouser ! Ce n'est pas parce que je t'aime que je veux être à toi ! je suis ma propre personne! Je décide avec qui je veux être !" She snapped at him, shuffling away from him like a child.

(i don't want to marry you! just because i love you doesn't mean i wanna be yours! i am my own person! i decide who i want to be with!)

Charles just shuffled along with her , throwing his arm over her shoulder and ducking his head down to meet her pissed off gaze.

A slight amused smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her seriously .

"voir! tu m'aimes ! et je t'aime!" He muttered to her , gently stroking her hair away from her face so he could see her flushed cheeks better.

The anger flowing away from him just like that as he admired how beautiful she was, even when she was trying to break his heart into pieces .

(See! You do love me! And I love you!)

Unfortunately for Cherrie, Charles was just as determined and stubborn as she was. And he knew that they belonged Together. No one else's hand fit between his own as perfectly as hers did.

She was the one. He knew it. Ever since they were kids and she threw a football at his head and told him that it was a girls only team.

Only to pick him a daisy and whisper to him that they could play together in her garden later when the rest of the girls she had been trying to impress were gone.

He loved her then and ten years later he still loved her now. Nothing had changed at all.

Cherrie glanced down at the soft smile he was giving her, her walls quickly crumbling down as she felt his thumb gently run back and forth across the back of her neck soothingly . Looking at her like she was his whole world.

She sniffed , fidgeting with her necklace . The same heart shaped locket that Charles had given her on a random Monday afternoon just to see her smile.

It had two pictures inside. One of them as kids, stood side by side with little Charles kissing her cheek. And another picture of them as adults, also stood side by side on the podium as they grinned up at each other with nothing but pure happiness on their faces .

She loved him. And he loved her. He always had.

Would it really be so bad to give him a chance? He made her happy.. so why was she making herself unhappy by denying his love for so long?

Who else was going to deal with her craziness and stubbornness like he did?

Who else would dare to look her in the eye and tell her to stop being so stupid? To get her to admit that she was wrong .

He was the only one that she thought of when being asked of what her future held.

She saw herself winning more races. She saw her family . She saw her friends and she saw Charles right beside her for all of it.

Didn't she deserve to be happy? No matter how frightening taking them first step towards forever love could be?

It could be worth it in the end.

"I do but.." she sighed , conflicted on what to do.

Charles made the answer easy for her. Gently leaning his head against her shoulder and kissing her jaw softly , he wrapped his arm around her back and held her close to him .

"I want to be your boyfriend. Okay?" He whispered to her simply not caring about anything else but her.

Cherrie glanced down at his soft eyes and the love written across his pretty face and easily gave in.

Pouting a little at having to admit that Charles was right and she was wrong .

"okay." She mumbled with a small smile as she wrapped her arm around his back in return, leaning down to kiss his eyebrow gently .

Charles inhaled deeply, unable to hold back his excited grin as he peered up at her through his lashes. Heart threatening to beat right out of his chest in excitement .

"Yeah? Me and you? No more bullshit?" He needed to her say it.

Giggling at the way she playfully rolled her eyes at him, cupping the side of his head and pulling his head down to her neck for a snuggle . Charles kissing below her ear delicately , feeling him smile against her tender skin.

"No more bullshit." She promised him quietly, running her fingers through his hair gently. Kissing his head as she heard him sniffle against her, squeezing her tightly to him.

And Sebastian could only watch with a proud smile as Cherrie finally let go of her fear and gave into love.

Charles sighing contently as Cherrie hugged him to her chest, closing his eyes and crying into her shirt while she rubbed circles over his shoulders with a small, amused smile on her face at his emotional he was.

He always had been the crier out of the two of them. He had also cried when she gave him a valentines card and drew him a picture of him in a Ferrari , writing NO.1 messily at the top.He still has the picture on his wall at home.

But Charles didn't care about anyone seeing him cry. He had waited for this moment for what felt like his whole life.

He had loved her every winter, every spring , every summer.. it had always been her. Never once had his love gone cold, it never faded , only blossoming into something untouchable over time.

He had loved her every season and now he wanted them all. He was never going to let her slip away from him again.

"Je vais t'aimer dans chaque vie. quoi qu'il arrive, je t'aimerai pour toujours." He whispered to her softly.

Cherrie let out a wet laugh and leaned down to kiss him properly, cupping his jaw in her hand as he nudged her nose with his own gently . Both of them smiling giddily into the kiss .

(i'm going to love you in every life. no matter what, i'll love you forever.)

"Je vous aime . j'ai toujours. Je suis désolé d'avoir mis si longtemps à l'admettre. mais je suis là maintenant et je ne t'aimerai plus jamais." She promised him .

(i love you . i always have. im sorry it took me so long to admit it. but i'm here now and i'm never going to not love you again.)

As the two kissed some more and snuggled up together on the couch without a care in the world, Sebastian looked at the camera with a smug grin on his face.

"I am Cupid. The love question was all my idea." He told them proudly before grimacing as he felt a foot nudge his side as they rolled around on the couch beside him like a pair of horny teenagers.

He leant over and pushed the both of them off the couch , both of them landing on the floor without even breaking apart .

Leaving Sebastian to look at them in disbelief as they just carried on making out on the floor in front of him, not giving a single shit about anybody else around them.

"Oh no.." he groaned with wince as he looked at the camera worriedly. Still live .

“What have I done? Okay! That's enough! Stop trying to eat her face!" He snapped down at them.

Dropping his cards and leaning down to try and pull the two of them apart before they made a sex tape on stream. The two of them just laughing at the disgusted look that he was giving them.

Sharing a mischievous look between them before charles yanked Sebastian down between them, both of them Hugging him tightly as Cherrie laughed like a naughty child as she kissed all over his grimacing face as he huffed and puffed, trying to push them off.

"I better be best man . And you better name your first child after me for this." He grumbled to them.

Grinning despite himself as he gave Charles a proud pat to his shoulder while Cherrie was preoccupied with clinging onto his back like a monkey, trying to annoy him like she usually did.

Sebastian just picked her up and threw her down onto the couch. Dusting off his clothes and pushing Charles down onto the other side too , sitting between the two of them so that they were separated again.

Rolling his eyes in amusement when Charles just extended his arm out behind his back and held cherries hand behind him. Both of them giggling and beaming at each other happily.

And all Charles could think to himself as he looked into her pretty eyes dazedly …was that forever wasn't long enough.

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It's finally here! I'm sorry it took me so long, with work and art projects I got completely swamped. But now it's here! I'm aware I'm posting this incredibly late so no one will see this until morning probably hahaha! Requested tag: @snoozeeebee

Rolan/M!Tiefling Tav

Third Time's the Charm - Ch.1

Rolan intends on doing great things when he finally gets to Baldur's Gate, but an utter idiot named Tav is distracting him. Unfortunately, against his better judgement, he's starting to fall for him.

Word Count: 5.9k (AO3)

Relevant Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rolan's POV, Makeout, No smut (yet) but it gets frisky, Slowburn

(If there's any tags I missed, please let me know!) NSFW, MDNI

They've been at this grove, stewing and waiting for too long. That Archdruid (Halsin was his name, he believes) might have been welcoming, but the other druids have not. Now he up and disappeared after he decided to follow a group of weak, loud, wannabe adventurers who were only out for themselves. When they cowered back inside the grove with less than half their group, he knew that this place was doomed. What's worse than all of that mess is that Lia is stubborn about leaving, and now they're in an argument again. They've been having them a lot in recent months, ever since the fall and rise of Elturel.

"-and all you care about is your stupid apprenticeship!" Lia shouts at him, his mind finally tuning back into the conversation- no, not a conversation, a damn shouting match.

Her words make him bristle and grind his teeth. How dare she? How dare she ever think this was all only for the apprenticeship? It's an insult to injury, knowing no matter what he does, trying to take care of them results in him being called selfish. What is selfish about wanting a better life for the three of them? They only have each other, their mother long gone. She's gone, and now he carries the sole responsibility of taking care of them.

She's gone.

"Take that back. Right now." He hisses, getting in her face as they glare each other down.

Cal immediately inserts himself in between the two of them, palms out in front of them both. "Can we all just take a moment? Please?"

Rolan idly notices the sweat gathering on Cal's temple as he pushes Lia back slightly by her shoulder, creating more space between all of them. He does the same to Rolan, but stays put in the middle to form a weak barrier- wait, who is that tiefling that approached? No, it doesn't matter.

"Hells, we can't just leave. They're kin!" Lia begs, almost pleading with him.

"I will not gamble our lives- our futures, on people who are as good as dead," He says somewhat calmly, though his tail still flicks behind him in irritation. "We must leave for Baldur's Gate at once."

Lia looks ready to bare her teeth at him, angry with him. She's always angry with him. "What's the point of blades and spells if we don't bloody use them?! We should stay! These people aren't fighters, we can help!"

"Or yell louder, that's fine too," Cal says with a familiar bitterness in his tone; gods, he hates that tone on Cal. He's been hearing it more often, these days.

"Have you forgotten Elturel?" A voice breaks through, and he finally acknowledges the presence beside them.

It's another tiefling, a much larger one at that. He's not part of the refugees, as he hasn't even seen him around until now. Did he just arrive here?

This one isn't that much taller than he is, only by a few inches; but hells, his mass absolutely dwarfs his own. A fighter most likely, or even worse, a barbarian. It doesn't matter which one he may be, he looks like an idiot that isn't worth his precious time.

"We should stand by our people. You know no one else will." He says lowly, giving a knowing look of both annoyance and sadness.

He loathes that look. He’s never wanted to blast someone more than in this moment. How dare he look at him as if he was some child throwing a tantrum?

"This isn't Elturel, and I'm not responsible for every damn tiefling in the world!" He exclaims, almost furious.

Lia pokes him harshly in the chest with her pointer finger, and he has to suppress a wince. "Just be responsible for yourself, then! We have to stay; it's the right thing to do."

He hates that fucking tiefling even more now. Not only has he butted into his family affairs, but now he turned his sister- Lia, even more against him. For once, why can't things go his way? Why do they not listen to him?

When did they stop listening to him?

"Zurgan. Fine! We'll stay. If we survive, it'll make for a good story, I suppose." He airs, rubbing a finger to his temple as he feels a headache form there.

For the first time in a long time, Lia gives him a genuine smile, putting a hand on his arm and squeezing. "Thank you, Rolan.” She says sincerely.

Cal now takes the calm moment to usher the two further into the grove, seeming to want to get away from the entranceway as soon as possible; for once, Rolan lets him. He doesn't pay any mind to the strange looks they get by going further into the grove with the other refugees, and he certainly doesn't pay any mind to the oaf of a tiefling that they left standing there by himself.

He decides he hates that man, and he pisses him off to no end.

"How long until Rolan shows off his Thunderwave?" Cal asks as they settle down near an old human woman's tent, who seems to be organizing some herbs in her storage crate. Something is off about her, but Rolan can’t put his finger on it. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Lia snickers at that moment, crossing her arms over her chest. "Depends, how many people are dumb enough to ask?"

"Hah! True."

Rolan rolls his eyes, trying to dust off the dirt on his robes. He hates the smell of this damned grove, it stinks. Is he truly supposed to arrive to Lorroakan with his clothes smelling like this? He'll have to burn them, no question.

"Don't be grumpy, Rolan. We'll get to the city soon." Cal chirps, bumping his shoulder with his own.

"I am not grumpy."

"The scowl on your face would frighten a troll."

Despite the foul move he's in, he smiles at his little brother. "Heh. You're an idiot."

-----

It's been days, and that tiefling is still here.

He's heard about his many exploits; saving one of the children the druids held hostage, saving another orphan child from a group of relentless harpies, getting their money back from that tiefling brat with the eyepatch, and slaughtering Kagha. Emphasis on slaughtering.

When he came out of that grove where the ritual had stopped, he saw the amount of blood that was covering the large man. None of it was his own, he realized. The man barely had a scratch on him and seemed proud when exiting.

He caught himself staring at him many times, watching how the muscles stretched across his skin, seeing all the little imperfections. Scars, beauty spots, all the like. He internally curses himself and looks away when he feels his face growing hot.

Paying back attention to his siblings, he notices how Cal stares at the blacksmith across the way, rubbing his hands absentmindedly as he thinks of something.

"You shouldn't waste precious time on distractions. We need to head to Baldur's gate after this goblin fiasco is over." He remarks, getting up and brushing off dirt.

"Rolan." Lia warns, but he ignores her and walks away with a roll of his eyes. They need supplies, so he will go get them if they are too lazy to do so.

And, of course, the oaf is already buying them off of one of the druids. Damn it all!

"Need something?" He asks, inspecting him as if Rolan was much shorter than him.

He scoffs, even more irritated than he was originally, "I was in need of potions, but it seems you got them all already."

"What did you need?"

"It doesn't matter, you beat me to it!” He instinctively snaps, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “Bloody health potions are so short of stock these days-"

Wordlessly, the man puts three large health potions into his arms, which, for once, renders Rolan speechless. He doesn’t even remember the original tangent he was about to go one. Something about price inflation, probably.

Staring down at the red potions in his arms, he snaps back into reality when he speaks again. "You three need it more than I do. I, at least, have a healer."

He sneers at him, gripping the potions tight. "So what, you look down on us?”

"Not at all."

"We are not charity cases,”He almost growls, baring his teeth. “What is your game here?"

"…Can I tell you a secret?"

Why is this his life? How did everything turn out this way? Why is he even entertaining this fool??

After a bit of contemplating his life choices, he finally responds. "What?"

The tiefling suddenly leans in to put his mouth near his ear, and gods he's so close. Tav was his name, wasn't it? He heard it in passing by one of his group mates. Balsam, rogue's morsel, and acorn truffle are what he smells on him, a strong scent that is surprisingly pleasant- gods, what is he thinking?! Feeling his face starting to heat up, he tries to take a step back, but Tav stills him with a hand on the back of his neck. It makes his breath catch in his throat.

Finally, Tav whispers to him, "I'm just being nice."

Tav pulls away, leaving Rolan completely dumbfounded as he continues. "I'm not trying to look down on you or be a pest, I just think you need the potions more than I do. Cause gods forbid these fucking druids try and help out people who need it." He spits with a roll of his eyes, staring directly at the Druid that was still besides them through this entire ordeal. He looks uncomfortable.

"Well, that is shockingly intelligent of you." He huffs, hoping the jab aggravated him. "Although, aren't you fighting a swarm of Goblins out there?"

"I am, but bold of you to assume they hit hard enough to hurt me." Before he could come up with another insult for his remark, Tav interjected. "Anyways, I have to return to my camp as it is getting late. Good luck to you and your siblings. Cal and Lia, right?"

He didn't have the chance to respond before the idiot sauntered off, back outside the grove. Great, now he's indebted to the bastard. Slowly, he stalks back into the grove, tying the potions to his belt as he does so.

-----

Some panic swept across the grove when people realized the goblin army planned to raid it for all it was worth. He's heard so many horror stories of slaughtered tieflings, their enemies sawing off their horns to keep as trophies or as foghorns.

If they think they could do the same to his family, they are sorely mistaken.

As others run and hide in Zevlor's war room, others stay to help fight, including himself. But, once again, the three of them can't stop arguing about their positions; he can tell Cal is getting pissed off, but so is he.

"I'm telling you to stay back. My Thunderwave will make short of any goblin that dares to come close. If you two are in the way, I'll knock you both over!"

"And I'm telling you to just get behind us! Spellcasters can't take a punch or a blade!" Lia shouts.

"Can we not argue over this? Please? How about we all line up together?"

"No." They both state and Cal immediately shuts up.

"Wow, you three must love each other very much." A familiar voice says sarcastically.

He grits his teeth and turns towards Tav. "Oh, piss off you oafish-"

"Wait! Wait, maybe Tav can help us out. Figure out positioning and whatnot?" Cal suggests quickly.

"Great idea Cal! Let's ask the professional harpy slayer."

Tav looks at them all, seeming to take in the equipment and weapons that they have on hand. In all honesty, Rolan didn't even think Tav could think.

Suddenly, Tav grabs Cal and moves him to the front, and in the next moment, he gently moves Lia to the back, leaving Rolan in the middle. "There. That's a good positioning."

"See? Easy!" Cal says cheerfully. "Now can we just-"

"Why can’t I be in the front with Cal?”

“Lia come on-“

“I want to be able to help out!”

Tav yawns briefly before explaining, "You will be helping, a lot. Both of you and Rolan are range users. You will hit goblins better by staying in the back where you'll be more effective. Cal here is in melee, with both a pike and a shield. He can protect you both and be your frontliner, while at the same time, you two cover his blind spot. Although, alternatively, you two could be next to each other, but stay behind him."

Rolan blinks slowly, processing the logic behind it. Damn it all, it's incredibly smart. Maybe Tav isn’t an idiot.

"There, good enough explanation?" He asks.

"It's great! Thank you, sincerely." Lia says, patting Tav's shoulder.

"…You're welcome." He pauses before putting a hand into his bag. "We'll kill those bastards out there, no doubt. But I would feel better if you all have this just in case."

Taking out a bright scroll, he holds it out to the three of them to take. Rolan instantly recognized it, especially with the unique binding on it.

A Resurrection Scroll.

Lia is the first to react and take it. "We won't need this, but thank you! Doesn't hurt to have a backup plan if things go wrong."

"I'll make sure it goes smoothly." He reassures, cracking his knuckles.

"What do you have planned, anyway?" Cal wonders aloud.

"I stole a bunch of smoke powder barrels in their camp and set them up along the perimeter. Anyways, they could be here any moment. Stay vigilant. If all goes super well, you won't even have to fight."

-----

They feel the explosions before they hear it. A deep rumbling in the ground that shakes them, awake and alert. There are so many of them that go off after the first one, like a domino effect. How many barrels could Tav have possibly gotten his hands on??

Unfortunately, those explosions didn’t stop a giant spider and some goblins from coming in.

Goblins were easy. He made quick work of them with his thunderwave, blasting them back into the stone wall. Though with his distraction of mentally stroking his own ego, he didn’t see the giant spider coming up until Cal quickly got to his side, blocking its oncoming fangs with his shield, the force of the bite splintering the wood.

His eyes widen, and he blasts a magic missile at the spider right as Lia shoots an arrow into one of its eyes. It screeches in pain, but it’s stubborn in its conviction. It lunges, and Cal cries out when it tears into his arm, trying to rip off his flesh.

Rolan shoots off another thunderwave in his anger and panic, killing the spider in an instant. He watches some of the legs get cut clean off, the body flying and crashing into some crates, destroying them, and its sickly green innards spilling onto the dirt floor. A disgusting sight, indeed.

“Cal!” Lia yells quickly, snapping Rolan back into reality and he quickly rushes over.

Cal is teary-eyed but tries to wave it off, even as Lia tries to get a better look. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Come here.” Rolan says maybe a little too harshly, making his brother sit down on a wayward crate and grabbing his elbow to hold it still.

“Rolan please-“

“You look close to crying! Just-“ He stops himself and takes a deep breath, eyes meeting his. “Let me help. Please.”

Cal sighs shakily but nods, letting his arm be lifted for him and Lia to see.

It’s a deep injury, but nothing deathly serious. It looks painful. The spider managed to inject some kind of poison, but Cal resisted whatever effect it could have taken.

Rolan takes out one of the health potions he’s received from Tav and carefully pours it over the injury, and it slowly seals the wound. No scar is left behind, surprisingly enough.

“Does it hurt?” Lia gently presses.

“Not anymore. Thanks, Rolan.”

He wants to yell at him so badly, the argument already bubbling up his throat. Why wasn’t he more careful? Why did he jump towards his side so quickly? He had it handled! He’s supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

Instead, he settles on, “You’re welcome.”

Knowing it’s safer, Cal leans against him quietly, and Rolan carefully holds him with Lia. It wasn’t even a close call, but it’s clear Cal needed some comfort.

No more enemies come through. There were no casualties, either.

Zevlor ends up making a speech at the gate when they check out the damage, and he’s sure others are inspired, but he’s barely paying attention to it. He doesn’t care, in all honestly. He wants to leave this fucking grove and never look back; it is by far the worst place they’ve ever stayed in, second to Avernus. Though, he might be being dramatic.

He found himself looking around for Tav, but he didn’t see him anywhere. Why was he looking for him, anyway?

When he finally spots him, he shouldn’t be shocked by the amount of gore he’s covered in, but he is. He’s completely drenched in blood, whether from the goblins or the Drow leading them. Some of it was his own since he spots injuries littering his frame.

He shakes his head and straightens up, shifting his attention to his siblings and ignoring the warmth growing in his cheeks. “Now that this fiasco is over, we will head to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Are you serious Rolan?! Come on, there’s going to be a party!” Lia complains, bumping her hip with his. “We have to go.”

“We don’t have time for parties! Lorroakan is waiting for me, I cannot be late.”

“What’s one party, Rolan? It’s just for a night. We need to rest anyways.” Cal says, looking around the other excited tieflings. When was the last time they saw a crowd of them so happy? He certainly doesn't remember, and it makes his original conviction crack a little.

“I will not-“

Cal takes hold of one of his arms, tugging him. “Please, Rolan? Just for tonight.”

“There’ll be free wine, provided by the heroes.” Lia sing-songs, leaning against him and almost making him stumble.

“…Free wine?” He questions, genuinely thinking about it.

“And free food,” Cal confirms.

Gods, he hates the pathetic puppy-dog eyes that they use. He can’t stand to look at their faces, and he hates it even more that he's falling for it, just as he always has.

He sighs heavily in defeat, head hanging a little low. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Cal cheers, giving him a tight hug.

To his surprise, Lia joins in, the both of them crushing him. “Thank you, Rolan!”

He rolls his eyes but lets a smile break through, even when he can hardly breathe. “All this over a party?”

“It’ll be fun! You’ll see!”

He smirks knowingly, finally separating from the two. “All right all right, I trust that this will be an exceptional occasion. I look forward to seeing you say you love me while drunk, Lia.”

"As if, brother."

It doesn’t take long for Tav to offer up his area with his party members, so they gather with the Tieflings and head to the camp. It doesn’t look like much, but it’s secluded at least.

That bard, Alfira, starts decorating the place in an instant; lantern lights go up, colorful ribbons decorate the trees, and boxes get moved to the side. Others help out, including Lia, but Rolan and Cal sit back and relax for the time being.

When the party finally starts, they pass wine between the three of them.

“Can you give us a magic show, Master Rolan?” She teases.

Rolan rolls his eyes playfully. “Already?”

“Oh! Can you make an owl bear?? Or a dragon!” Cal suggests, scooting forward more on the log.

He stretches out his arms in front of him, cracking his knuckles while doing so. "Patience! Have you no respect for showmanship?"

"Having performance issues Rolan?" Cal whisper-shouts playfully, and Rolan idly notices Tav approaching.

He turns his nose up high momentarily before holding his hands out. "Hush, you. And behold!"

It's a brief performance, but amazing nonetheless if he says so himself. He makes it look like stars that spark, fly, and explode into various lights. He has always been irritated he could never make it last long, but that is what his training will be for.

He looks over at Tav as soon as he claps, seeing the way his eyes glide over the lights. His face doesn’t change in the slightest, so he can’t tell if his clapping is meant to be some sort of taunt or if he’s genuine.

Either way, he does a dramatic bow. "Adoring applause? You're too kind."

"Remember when he couldn't cast that?" Lia teases.

"They grow up so fast," Cal states.

"Never have I met such troglodytes. Now, pass the wine." Rolan demands, but a content smile is plastered on his face.

It seems Lia was about to offer Tav some of it, but when she and Rolan turn towards him, he’s already gone.

“Looks like he already got bored of you.” Lia sings to him.

“Oh hush up.” He huffs, snatching the wine bottle and taking a long drink.

He will never admit how much that comment stung. He doesn’t know why he was so bothered by it in the first place. There are many possibilities he goes over as he feels the alcohol give him a pleasant buzz; was it her wording, or was it the fact that Tav disappeared without a word? Did he get bored?

Whatever, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care what that man thinks of him. He swears he doesn’t.

Later in the night, he drank- no, chugged wine while Cal and Lia chatted with the other tieflings partying. As much as he loved to perform for them both, even someone as great as he gets tired after using a bunch of magic in rapid succession.

The wine wasn’t good; nothing compares to Arabellan Dry, but what else was there to drink? He refuses to partake in ale or beer, he never found the appeal of it. Honestly, it’s disgusting, and he doesn’t understand why Lia likes it so much. Cal seems to be looking for someone in particular but isn't finding them. He looks disappointed.

As he wonders about Cal and debates checking in on him, he doesn’t notice the brute approaching him until his giant form sits next to him with his own alcohol, the bark of the fallen tree groaning from the extra weight. He covers up how it startled him quickly, tilting his head up towards the brute with a bored expression.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. I’m here to drink.” He says nonchalantly, sipping on the wine bottle. “Impressive display of magic earlier.”

His nose scrunches up, yellow eyes settling on his flaming ones with a glare. “Was that sarcasm?”

“No. Are you self-taught?”

Of all the things he expected tonight, it wasn’t this. Tav, a person who hits things and asks questions later, is curious about him? He wonders if he has an ulterior motive.

He pushes the thought to the back burner of his brain for now but approaches the conversation cautiously. “I am! And a man with many talents, may I add. I’m going straight to Baldur’s Gate to learn from the best: The Great Lorroakan.”

He sees the imposing Tiefling roll his eyes, putting his bottle down to stare out at the water surrounding the camp. Tav looks a little different, in the moonlight. Seeing him up close is a different experience entirely, and now he can see every little detail about him, including how he was shirtless-

Wait, did he just roll his eyes?

“What?” He demands, posture straightening as he grows defensive.

“Nothing. Just heard he’s a cad is all.” He mutters, deciding to pick the bottle back up and taking a long swig.

“Common gossip and rumors! He’s the greatest wizard in all of Baldur’s Gate. I’ve never imagined he would answer my letters.” He states with a happy sigh, idly swirling the liquid in his bottle. “I will become his apprentice as soon as I arrive. I cannot be late, yet Cal and Lia insist that this party is a wonderful idea. An adoring crowd, fine wine - I daresay this place is almost civilized.”

“Do you regret staying?”

“Of course I do. But Cal and Lia…” He trails off for only a moment but snaps back to it. “They deserve to have some fun for a little while. We’ll leave at dawn, either way.”

The Tiefling stares at him for a moment, seeming to be searching his face. For what, Rolan had no idea. Some kind of lie, perhaps?

“All right then. Good luck to you.” Tav eventually settles on.

“…That’s it??” He exasperates.

“If you’re looking for someone to argue with, find someone else.”

“You-“

“You talk too much.”

He settles a death glare on Tav's form. “Prick.”

Tav slowly looks at him with his own glare, determined to play his game. “Entitled fuck.”

“Dumb oaf.”

“Prickly bastard.”

They both stare each other down, faces too close but neither of them breaks their stare. He feels Tav's hot breath ghosting over his lips, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“You’re insufferable.” Tav huffs, suddenly gripping Rolan’s jaw and kissing him firmly.

He moans in surprise at the force but isn’t against it. In fact, his face gets incredibly red before he remembers he can kiss back.

It’s not like this is his first kiss. He’s given and received kisses before, he’s not some kind of reserved prude. But this is the first one that’s so heavy. Hot. He’s completely out of practice and can do nothing but grip Tav's thicker forearm.

Something about being desirable to Tav makes him throb in his pants, though it also may be the way Tav's tongue is tracing his bottom lip, seeking entry.

Tav's free hand trails to his rear and squeezes, making him inhale sharply; a perfect opportunity for Tav to slide his tongue in to taste him. He knows he's losing his composure and by extension, himself, but what's the harm in indulging in this? It's pathetic, but he's never felt so desired up until this moment, even if this ends up being a fling.

Why did the thought of this being a fling make him feel hollow?

He pulls away to give himself space and to breathe, but Tav doesn't pause, kissing along his jaw and ear. "My tent is west of here if you're interested. No one will hear us."

He shudders at the feeling of sharp teeth grazing the edge of his ear, teasing and provoking. Swallowing, he nods, and Tav pulls him away from the party towards a more secluded part of the area. He hopes that Lia and Cal didn't see him, but they most likely did. He’ll never hear the end of it when he returns.

Almost clumsily, Rolan finds himself in Tav’s tent quickly after, their kissing getting more heated between them. It was a strange feeling, exchanging breaths with someone else, but it felt good. Better than he thought.

They settle down on the floor of the tent, him sitting in Tav’s lap as they continue their make-out. Their tongues dance almost…lovingly. No, he can’t be reading into it right. They barely know each other; he's overthinking again.

He feels his large hands attempting to find the hem of his robes, and he seems to find it quickly as if from experience. Fingers start to dance across the bare skin of his back, running up the ridges of his spine. He sighs out shakily, goosebumps prickling out as his tail anxiously flicks about. Nerves hit him like a loose carriage, fast and suddenly, settling into the pit of his stomach. He felt cold, heart racing a mile a minute.

Why? This was good. Everything was good. This was supposed to feel good.

Why isn’t it?

He’ll give it time. It’s normal to be nervous about this kind of thing, right? Most definitely his lack of experience is a contributor, and doesn’t he deserve this after all his hardship? What’s the harm in pleasure for at least a night.

He feels his back hit the bedroll, warm calloused hands trailing over to the front of his body instead. Their kisses were feverish, desperate, and pent-up. All Rolan could do was grip the bedding below him as nails teased the textured skin of his sternum, a hand rolling a nipple between two fingers.

Tav’s lips go to his neck, finger tips trailing teasingly down his stomach before he begins to palm at his crotch through his smalls-

He can’t do it.

A cold sweat beads on the back of Rolan’s neck, panic and bile rising in his throat as it closes. He can’t do it, and he quickly grabs Tav’s arm with a death grip with wide eyes. “W-Wait, stop!”

Tav immediately gets his hands off of him, giving him space to move. His head reels from the sudden adrenaline, but also because Tav’s stoic demeanor is no longer present, and the man genuinely looks concerned. Fearful, even. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! No.” He reassures quickly, but his vulnerable mind is scattered and unfocused as he sits up.

There’s so many reasons why he couldn’t do this, but he can’t pin one down. Surely, Tav deserves an explanation, so he rushes to think of one.

It’s too soon, he hasn’t done this before, and this isn’t the place for it, he’s not a degenerate, his siblings are nearby, Tav is too imposing, it might hurt, it’s too vulnerable, he’s never been with a man, he’s never been with anyone, this is the wrong place to do it, he’s a coward, he’s scared-

“I can’t.” He grimaces, with no actual reason good enough to say out loud. Part of him is worried about what Tav would say; would he be upset with him? On one hand, if he does, Rolan knows that Tav was never worth his time. But on the other, he found Tav not as insufferable as he thought, and he may have just ruined the strange bond they made by stopping everything. Gods, he is pathetic, isn’t he?

Tav sighs slowly in relief, sitting back. “That’s okay.”

It’s not good enough, not for Rolan. As a wizard, he demands answers for a multitude of reasons when things happen. It’s only fair that he gives an explanation, is it not? Finally, he pins down a reason he could give: he doesn’t want to do it after having so much wine. There, that should do it.

Before he could start his tangent, he felt a hand cover his mouth.

“I don’t need a reason. It’s okay.”

He’s about to argue, completely insulted, but it gets muffled by the hand on his mouth.

“You don’t ever have to explain to me why you want to stop.” He says, finally moving his hand away. “I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t say no to me earlier.”

“I did want it.” He assured quickly, because he did. He truly did. Why did he panic?

“But you changed your mind.” He began, not unkindly.

“I did.”

“That’s fine.” He says with a small shrug. “If you want, we can keep kissing. Nothing further than that.”

He laughs in disbelief, running a hand down his sweaty face. “And why would we do that?”

“Doesn’t hurt to have company for a night. Besides-“ He gently takes hold of his chin, tilting his face up. “You seemed to enjoy what we were doing. Why not indulge? Just for one night.”

He smirks up at him, leaning forward with false confidence. “Am I that irresistible?”

“You have a pretty face.” He noted, swiping his thumb across his kiss-bruised lip before kissing him again.

The kiss is lazy and less heated, but it makes his heart pound all the same. Being held so tenderly is new, and he’s growing attached.

He cannot have attachments. What is he thinking?

After kissing for a little longer, he lets himself be held in the bedroll as they lay down, indulging in the quiet night with Tav. They didn’t need to discuss what happened or question it. It’s exchanging favors. For Rolan, it’s just wanting the comfort of another body near him, letting him pretend that he’ll have something like this in the future. One day, he’ll be good enough for someone. He’s not sure what this does for Tav exactly, but he seems content to hold him.

“You can ask for more if you’d like.”

“I’d rather not embarrass myself more than I already have.” He barks before glancing at him in apology, eyes softer.

“Would it help if I said I will keep my mouth shut about this?” Tav suggested, pushing some hair away from his face.

He shifts to glance at his face, seeing if he is genuine. He can never read his face that well, but when he makes his judgment, he sighs and takes one of Tav’s hands, lacing his fingers through his.

“This is pathetic, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” He mumbles, squeezing his hand. “This is nice for me, too.”

Rolan feels himself relax more, body almost relieved that this hasn’t been rejected.

“What will you do, when you finally get your apprenticeship figured out?” Tav asks in the quiet.

“I’ll learn everything I can about all schools of magic. Then I can put on a real show for Cal and Lia.”

“They seem to love your shows already, why change them?”

“It’ll be different.” He pledged, “Bigger, better, and more sustainable. I’ll make them last so much longer, I’ll bring it more colors, and the illusion will look realistic. You will see.”

“I’m sure they’ll be great.” He yawns, nuzzling into the back of his neck.

“I will show you when you reach to Baldur’s Gate, my friend.”

There’s no response, only a quiet snore greets him. At first, he’s annoyed, but it’s hard to be angry when he is just as exhausted from today. For now, he falls asleep in his arms, hoping that for once no nightmares haunt him.

The Tiefling beside him is still fast asleep when he wakes at dawn, though he’s impressed by how the man can sleep through the screeching birds outside.

Quickly, he fixes his robes and hair, trying to not look like a mess. Cal and Lia are surely going to tease him, knowing he never returned to their tent. He debates on whether to wake the idiot up to say goodbye, but that seems foolish. He needs to sleep, and they need to head to Baldur’s gate immediately.

So he opens the tent, sparing one more look back before leaving.

He cannot create attachments. Not now, not ever. Not until he’s done with his apprenticeship.

#forest-writes #holy rolan empire #rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 #rolan x tav #cal #lia #rolan fanfic #rolan brainrot

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Skeleton ends up lost deep in the forest alone for a week. They've got rope, a pocket knife, and a bag, their cell phone died and has no connection. Who's stsrving to death who's surviving pretty well off the forest and who's crying on the forest floor waiting for rescue?

Main boys

Undertale Sans - He teleports home, duh. It's too much work to find his way back home and he doesn't have time for this. He teleports back to his bed and sleeps there for twenty hours straight to recover from the scare (he didn't really get scared).

Undertale Papyrus - He's not panicking. He used to live in the woods with Sans when he was a kid, so he knows what to do. He climbs to a big tree to have a high point of view above the trees and quickly finds the exit by looking around. After that, he walks in that direction until he gets out of here. He's a clever boy.

Underswap Sans - He's very frustrated he can't find his way out. He's a police officer, he goes into the woods all the time! How can he not find his way around? As he's enraging, he starts to stomp innocent rocks and punch trees. One tree falls on his head to calm him down, knocking him out. He wakes up a few minutes later and realizes the exit is right behind him. He was not looking the right way all this time...

Underswap Papyrus - He's completely freaking out, running in circles to find a way out. He swears he saw that tree a hundred times already but he keeps coming back to it. Eventually he's hyperventilating so much he has to sit down as he starts to see black spots dancing in front of his eye sockets. He then breaks down completely crying, screaming for help. Someone hears him eventually and comes to his rescue. He's never going in the woods alone ever again.

Underfell Sans - He's actually good at tracking his own steps and simply follows the path he came from. He is kinda relieved when he gets out of here and finally release a breath he was holding since he realizes he got lost. Thanks the Underground, for once. Maybe he learned a thing or two down there after all.

Underfell Papyrus - He had the wonderful idea to go hiking with Undyne. The real issue is not the forest, it's the both of them who can't communicate for more than two minutes without insulting the other. They're both very stubborn and refuse to follow the other advice. None of them realize they're actually going deeper in the forest instead of going toward the exit. Eventually, it arrives to a point where they have to agree they're really lost and accept to wait for help to come. Which means helping the other to survive for two days in a small camp when they really disagree on the smallest things. They're both glad to get out of here and decide to take a break from seeing the other for a month lol. Except they saw each other immediately the next day. But they're not friends or anything, what do you mean?

Horrortale Sans - Willow taught him to wait for him when he's lost. So after a few hours, Oak sits on the floor and decides to wait for Willow. He didn't expect to wait for three days though, but that's fine, he knows how to hunt small animals. Willow is just relieved when he finally finds him, even though it's not too worrying. Oak often disappears for a few days in the woods for no reason sometimes.

Horrortale Papyrus - He keeps his calm and starts to build a little camp. After two days though, his back is hurting like hell as it's really not good for him to sleep on the floor. He's mad because he knows old Papyrus would have no problem surviving in the woods for an entire week, but he can't do that anymore. He hunts small animals to survive until rescuers finally find him. Never again.

Swapfell Sans - This is fine. He can't light a fire anymore. He's cold. He's missing his thousand-dollar suits. Where the hell is that time when he could sleep outside of a criminal house just to starve them for a month so they don't resist being arrested? Is he that old? Well shit. He's having an existential crisis right here, right now. At least, he has something to think about waiting to be rescued. He's kinda mad he can't survive alone in the wild anymore. What was the point of torturing himself for years if it doesn't even help???

Swapfell Papyrus - Ok, it was funny the first few hours when he tried to catch a squirrel only to throw it in his brother's bed when he got home, but after catching the squirrel and trying to get home, he's not laughing anymore lol. He's holding to the squirrel for dear life as his support dog, well, squirrel, as he tries to find a way out of this hellish place. When night falls though, he gives up and decides to sleep in a hole waiting for someone to come rescue him. Hopefully, his brother cares enough to send help... Right? Nox only realizes one week later Rus is gone, wondering why he hadn't been pranked all week. Weird.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's enraged. His suit is ruined, his high heels both broke, he smells horrible and he swears the smell from that skunk he tried to hunt is never going away. Wine had better days, but he's finally out of these woods. As soon as he is home, he sends some of his men to burn the forest down. Who cares about the environment? Did the skunk care when it sprayed him? The audacity! He hopes that skunk and all of its family burns to hell!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He sits down on a big rock and tries to not freak out. Wine is coming. Wine will blow the forest up and find him. He's not lost, everything is fine, and he's going to get home. When night falls, poor Coffee completely freaks out and starts crying, begging for someone to help. He survives eating apples for a week before Wine comes to fetch him inside of a helicopter. Wine then proceeds to destroy this forest for scaring him to death.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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donotpush · 1 year

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Birth Advent Calendar 22 - Day 6

Caio has always been on the fitness side of life. If there was something he took way much care of, it was his physique.

He was lucky, he was the prototype of a nice body: tall, naturally strong and always in shape despite the little effort.

So when he started gaining weight, all of sudden and apparently from nowhere, to say he was whining and huffing about it was an understatement.

It wasn't that noticeable at first; just his thighs becoming a little softer, his arms a bit more flappy instead of firm and toned, and then his abs slowly disappearing.

He wasn't even that mad about it at first, he still looked good with a few more kilograms than intended.

But then his stomach started to swell, even when he tried his hardest not to: he started a more than strict diet, worked out almost seven days a week and stopped drinking any kind of alcohol.

Still, that stubborn fat that now started to settle around his hips and stomach wasn't going away that easily.

And then the months went away, and the more he tried to get all that stubborn fat to go away, the more his body seemed to laugh at him and make it worse.

His clothes stopped fitting, and having to get new ones was the most embarrassing thing, and then the new ones stopped fitting and Caio simply lost it.

He could barely look down at his own feet without his belly getting in the way.

Sure, he maybe was eating a bit more, but not so much to make him look… almost pregnant.

His stomach, now so huge that it was barely covered by his usual shirts, rested usually naked in front of him.

At home, he was just shirtless. And when he had to go outside, he would try to wear loose shirts, big sweaters, anything that would hide the disaster his body became.

Too busy with all the dieting and all the exercise, not once did it cross his mind the night he spent with his co-worker eight months ago. A quick, raw meeting after work that had both of them too horny to care for protection.

Maybe the idea crossed his mind once or two, on this desperate journey of trying to get back in shape, but as soon as Caio thought about it, he pushed it far into the back of his mind.

He wasn't pregnant. And all that uncomfortable movement that came paired with the weight gain? Probably just some gas.

Caio lifted his leg on the couch with a groan, moving —as best as he could— to tie his shoes. Even the most simple of the task became almost impossible over the months with that unwanted belly.

Then the other foot. Once he was ready with both feet, he zipped up the only one of his Nike jackets that still fitted comfortably and made his way to the door.

He was stopped by one of those back pains that had been bothering him for the past few days.

"Fuck…" Caio groaned, his hand moving to massage his back when the cramp didn't go away.

He didn't feel like running today, in fact, he felt awful today.

His whole body ached, his feet were killing him and then there were the cramps and the back pain that had been bothering him so much these days.

But if there was something else Caio didn't lose in these months was his discipline. He wasn't one for skipping his days of workout, and he was gonna run today.

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The run started to feel like a bad decision when his aching back and upset stomach had him bending over himself, stopping every few steps to catch his breath.

He felt like he was going to puke his guts any moment now.

He rushed to sit down on the first bench he saw, and he was glad that there was no one around to see him like that.

One of his hands moved to caress his tight stomach, trying to ease whatever that was going inside, and his free hand moved to massage his back. Another cramp.

Taking a deep breath, Caio leaned forward, his eyes closed while he waited for the pain to pass.

After a minute, when the pain subsided, he forced himself to stand again, trying to start jogging again.

His effort lasted little because soon, the feeling of something making its way down his pelvis made him stop dead in his tracks.

Something was trying to come out of him.

Panic gripped him. Did he need a bathroom?

Well, fuck off. There was no way anything was coming out of him right now.

Taking a shaky breath, Caio forced his legs to move again, trying to go as fast as he could back to his apartment, ignoring the growing discomfort in his middle.

Every step was harder than the last one, and Caio was unable to point out what was wrong.

When he reached the last street before his apartment, his body forced himself to stop when a particularly hard cramp took over his bloated stomach.

Leaning against a lamppost, Caio breathed deeply, closing his eyes while he massaged his stomach.

The moment he was ready to start walking again, another cramp hit. Caio let out a loud whimper.

A gush of water flooded between his legs, staining his new pair of pants and his new shoes, and Caio looked down in total awe.

"The fuck…?" he panicked, trying to look down past his stomach.

He didn't have a single moment to catch his breath, because soon something was coming out of him and his own body was pushing.

"Fuck!" the man cried, feeling how his body wasn't obeying his wishes of keeping inside whatever was inside of him.

With trembling legs, Caio forced himself to keep moving. He needed to reach home somehow.

The man walked-waddled his way home with an uncomfortable and unknown weight between his legs, trying to come out.

When he barely reached the door to his building, Caio stumbled inside, letting out a loud moan as soon as he was alone.

He cursed his landlord for not fixing the elevator yet, and with a quiet whimper, Caio fought his way to the stairs.

As soon as he tried to climb one step higher than a knee, he felt a burning sensation between his legs, and his body forced him down to a squat.

"My fucking God..!"

When the need to just let go and push was so overwhelming that he couldn't even crawl, he decided to give up.

As soon as he decided to cooperate with his body, allowing the pressure between his legs to start coming out, he let out another scream as the impossibly huge weight made its way out of his hole.

With desperate hands Caio reached to pull his pants down, reaching inside his underwear to find... a head?

A fucking baby's head?

Caio screamed out again when the head kept making his way out, and he reached to pull his legs back, giving into pushing.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" he cried, his voice breaking as he kept pushing.

He didn't even know where to begin to explain how a baby was crowning between his legs, but it was happening, and fast. With another push, the head came out of him with a gush of birth fluid.

Caio had to force his legs wide apart and keep pushing.

The rest of the body took him even more effort, but soon, he found himself staring at the crying baby in front of him.

The initial shock was soon replaced by a tiny happiness. He had some calls to make to let his co-fuckbuddy-worker know that he left some extra work with Caio.

#birth kink #pregnancy #labor #pregnancy fantasy #mpreg #public birth #pregnancy denial #labor denial #birthadventcalendar22 #asadfwrites

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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I’m Your Sinner And You’re My Goddess

A reader request for the ever lovely Zdinarsk, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Recom Zdinarsk x Avatar/Na’vi Reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, neither being fully honest with the other until it all boils over, new relationship, Recoms being stubborn assholes, what’s new there, anger, frustration, cursing, angst, talk of hunting, talk of killing an animal to save a life, slight manhandling, some bratty behavior

Rated: 18+ as always

Words: 1.7k+

Taglist: @bitchesforlife69

You'd been there for months, teaching them, trying to get through their stubborn skulls that there was more than just the human way to live. They were... resistant. Of course they were, you shouldn't have expected anything less than push back whenever you suggested they train with the bows you made them. Whenever you asked them to join you at the Tree. It made your own head throb when most of them sneered at the thought, at you. Zdinarsk didn't. She was like your light in the dark, your hope when you were particularly hopeless.

That's where you found yourself in that moment, neck locked to stare listlessly at the stars as you prayed silently for a breakthrough. "What's eatin' you, Small Fry?" Z's voice was like a knife, cutting through your thoughts and the prayers like melted butter, pulling you right back into the frustration before you were even ready to face any of the Recoms again. She was so flippant, a small part of you knew that she was just checking in on you, that she meant nothing by it, but you were past capacity. As you stared at her, neck aching from disuse, you felt all the frustrations from the months well up, choking you.

"Could you not call me that?" You snapped, ears flattening against your hair as your tail flicked behind you.

She physically reared back, her head held higher as she watched you with new found caution and shock. You'd never snapped at her, at any of them. Since making The Deal you had been nothing but patient and kind with them. Even if they didn't deserve it. She even thought that you didn't mind the pet name. You were well over six inches shorter than her after all. She took a steadying breath as she crouched near you, though staying at a fair arm's distance to not crowd you, her ears focused on you as the very tip of her tail flicked patiently. If you had been anyone else, she would have met fire with fire, but she genuinely cared about you, and didn't want to watch that bridge burn "Y/n, wanna tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help."

You hated how gentle she was being, your ears disappearing against your head as you silently snarled out at the forest below, your tail thumping loudly against the platform "Oh, now one of you wants to listen to me? To what do I owe such an honor?" You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, but the anger felt good as it burned in your belly, and you weren't about to apologize to a Recom after all the trouble they had been causing you.

Her ears flicked downwards at the biting sarcasm, her lips a thin line as her tail swished with growing aggravation "A little unfair to take this out on me, dontcha think?" Her voice had an edge to it as she spoke, a clear warning that you were too angry to really heed.

"All of you asked me to teach you but none of you fucking listen to me! It's like I'm trying to train cats!" She couldn't help it, snickering softly at the comparison that hit a bit close to home. But you had gotten yourself worked up, caught in the anger and not seeing the humor in your own words. Your hiss caught you both by surprise, her eyes wide with surprise as you swallowed your own. A sudden rush of bitter pride kept the rising apology in your throat, not letting it taste the air between you.

Z was patient to a point, and her patience for you was nearly endless. Nearly. She closed the distance between you both with a scowl, still crouching though it felt like she was looming over you "How's about you take this down a notch, Y/n, and we can talk about this like adults." She advised, that edge sharpening and reflecting in her eyes. Eyes that were hovering only centimeters from yours as she frowned reproachfully down at you.

You stood, not liking how small you felt compared to everyone else besides Spider, hated how Z was practically lording it over you. "I am talking about this like an adult!" You insisted loudly, not caring if the others got dragged into the conversation anymore "A very frustrated, and frankly done, adult!" Your scowl deepened as Z stood, some of the men coming out of their chosen homes with bleary frowns.

"What's going on Z-dog? Lover's spat?" Wainfleet asked with a snarky tease, teeth flashing in the moonlight with his shit eating grin.

She saw the moment you locked your anger onto him, saw it before you could even begin stomping over to him, her hands locking around your middle and your mouth as she hauled you up and off your feet. She knew better than the other Recoms how well you could kick their asses ten times over, had heard Spider tell hunting stories with a chest puffed up from pride at your prowess. Hell, she'd seen you take down a Thanator not two weeks prior when it had decided the boy was too human to be allowed to live in the forest. "Fuck off, Lyle before I let her shank your egg headed ass!" She growled as you cursed him black and blue behind her palm.

"Go cool her off." Quaritch ordered with a tired frown, already having an idea of why you were so incensed. He had been your second most enthusiastic student, but even he could see how their stubbornness was starting to wear on you.

Without another word, Z hauled you up to a completely different part of the village, well out of earshot of the others to give you both privacy. She didn't let you go until she was damn good and ready, her mouth tight with frustration at your outburst and the entire situation. Most of all, she was frustrated that you hadn't communicated with her until you were exploding. When she finally did let you go, you were quick to create space, not entirely looking at her from embarrassment and the burning echoes of the anger. "Talk." She ordered, pacing her own frustrations out not far away from you, her footfalls heavier than usual.

You were hesitant to let her in, hesitant to share your soul with her. You loved her, more than anything in the Universe and wouldn't have been able to cope if she didn't return your feelings. But you had caused a fair bit of trouble for her already, and obviously, bottling it all up wasn't going to work anymore "I'm putting my entire life on the line to train you all, and yet all I get in return is refusal." It made it feel all the more real to admit it out loud, all the more heavy.

Her pacing stopped on a dime, you could feel her eyes boring into the back of your head, trying to see your mind "What do you mean? Would the Omaticaya kill you if they knew you were teaching us?" There was alarm in her voice as she closed the distance, crouching down to your level again and capturing your eyes, wanting to see the truth for herself.

"They already know." You admitted softly "I can almost guarantee they know we're here too." You brought your knees up and wrapped your arms around them, making yourself smaller as guilt began to fester in your chest. You were training the enemy after all. You were teaching the spec ops team designed specifically to meet your people head to head, how to fight and survive like a Na'vi. It was a pungent betrayal of the people who had taken you in and taught you, who had welcomed you. "They will see my actions as betrayal, therefore I will be outcast. Where the eye cannot see. I will never be welcomed by the People, I will never be one of them again." As soon as the confession hit the open air your anger was replaced by tears and the crippling sense of loss.

Her hand was warm on your shoulder as she tried to comfort you, moving to her knees for stability as her other hand found your cheek and pulled your attention up to her "My sweet little Y/n," She hummed, her thumb brushing tears away "I'm sorry that you're losing so much for us, truly I am." She brushed several stray strands of hair out of your face as you sniffled softly, looking up at her with such vulnerability she wished that she could take it all away right then and there, take you away and make you happy. She never wanted you to cry ever again. "But I will always be here with you... if you want me to be..." Her voice trailed as she realized what she'd admitted, a cold spike of fear crashing through her being as she watched you freeze.

"You..." You breathed softly, tears all but forgotten under the heat of her palm and her admission "you want me?" You needed her to say it outright, you needed to be sure you were hearing her correctly, that your wishful mind wasn't hallucinating.

She swallowed thickly and licked her lips, watching as your eyes followed the action, as your pupils dilated with it. She was almost confident that, if she tried, she'd be able to hear your heart beating wildly in your chest "I love you, Y/n." She laid all the cards on the table with four little words, four innocent little words that could make or break the entire world.

You couldn't help yourself as your spirit soared past the stars, nearly leaping up to your knees and pressing your lips against hers before she had a chance to even blink. You pulled away before her brain caught up, a lilac flush stark in the moonlight as it painted itself from ear to ear "I love you too Z, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier I just--" You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence, her lips crashing into yourself with a flood of repressed passion and need, soaking you to the bone in adoration and affection. You both felt as though you could begin flying just from elation alone, neither of you caring if the others saw. They could fuck themselves for all either of you cared in that eternal moment. You both loved each other, and that was what truly mattered. Her lips felt like magic against yours, electric and addicting, your heart racing in your chest in a bid to be with hers. Both of you wanted the sensation to last forever. The future could fuck itself if it took you away from her.

#zdinarsk x reader #Zdinarsk #Miles Quaritch #lyle wainfleet #spider socorro #na'vi reader

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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❄️ Let it Snow

A big snowstorm hits Hawkins leaving Eddie and yn trapped in his trailer for a night... Will long-hidden feelings finally come to light?

Warnings; Angst to Fluff, cuteness ❤

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 😘

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

Winter fics start now 🎄💞 ❄️

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Her relationship ( if you could call it that) with Eddie had started in a haze of one of their usual arguments followed by mindblowing sex.

For the last two months, it had been much of the same. They would argue, have sex, lather rinse repeat.

It's not like she planned to fall for him or anything, Eddie had been a pain in her ass since middle school.

There was just something they both saw in one another that made them fight like cats and dogs and pushed each other's buttons.

Chrissy had told her once that she and Eddie had a lot of sexual tension and it was obvious they both wanted each other which made yn nearly choke on the milkshake she was drinking.

She denied it absolutely wasn't that at all, sure Eddie was handsome and all but he drove her up the wall. There was no way she wanted him.

God, she was an idiot.

This latest argument was because she was tired of sneaking around and wanted to come clean to her friends that she and Eddie were... seeing each other.

He refused.

"Oh, yeah that will go down great sweetheart. The freak and the princess, I'm sure people will have a field day with that one".

As much as Eddie pretended he didn't care what people thought that was obviously a load of bullshit.

So she argued that she didn't care what anyone thought and he countered that they were just a physical thing, that was all and her heart broke.

"Well, if that's how you feel then I'll just go then"

"Fine!" he yelled and that was that. Whatever they had was over. She bites back tears and heads into school.

When she was alone with Eddie it was like they were in their own little bubble. Eddie would be so soft, sweet.

Then at school it's like they hated each other. Like they didn't spend every night wrapped in each others arms.

It was tiring pretending that she didn't feel so much for him. Nancy approaches her and asks if she has heard about the snowstorm heading Hawkins's way that night.

They discuss it while heading to class and she freezes a little when she sees Eddie walking her way.

She missed him so much already but she knew he didn't miss her.

❤

After school, she is in the process of cleaning out her car when she finds Eddie's D&D notebook wedged in the backseat.

Knowing how much this means to him and that he will need it for Hellfire Club she decides to take a quick drive to his to drop it off.

The snowstorm is gathering strength as she heads out but visibility is still good. It will be a quick drop off and that's it.

Well, it should be. Just as she gets to Eddie's her car stalls. Great! Eddie has been on at her for weeks to get her car serviced, no doubt he will say I told you so.

When she knocks on the door he answers looking as grumpy and down as she is.

"Just dropping off this" she gestures to the notebook in her hands and his eyes light up.

"Fuck, I've been searching for that all day" he takes it eagerly and smiles at her then it disappears.

"Thanks for bringing it" she nods and tries to avoid looking into his big brown eyes, those were her weakness and he knew it.

"I should get going, can I use your phone though? My car stopped working. Need to report it, not that anyone will be able to get out tonight"

He frowns as he eyes the weather, the snow is fiercer now, the wind bitingly cold and beginning to gain speed. The snow was accumulating fast on the ground so she would have to get home quickly.

"You can't walk in that". Eddie tells her annoyed but there's worry in his eyes too.

"It won't take me long" she argues and he groans.

"No, you'll freeze. Do you always have to be so damn stubborn?" She steps inside her anger flaring.

"Why do you care? We are just sex right so why do you care what I do?" he softens.

"Sweetheart... Oh no, he was not getting reeling her in with sweet tones only to break her heart again.

Hearing enough she walks out and attempts to walk away but within minutes she is freezing and soaked with the snow.

Eddie catches up to her and she doesn't complain when he hurries her back into his trailer for warmth.

"Stubborn woman" he huffs as he shrugs out of his jacket but his angry demeanour soon melts when he sees how cold she is.

"I've got a Hellfire shirt that's in your size, he blushes. Made it just incase you ever wanted to watch a campaign" he tells her and her heart warms at his cuteness.

He helps her out of her wet jacket and jumper and she slips into the Hellfire shirt and he gives her one of his own hoodies, it's oversized and so comfy and warm.

She snuggles into it, it's like being in a hug from Eddie. His fingers stroke over her hair and she smiles up at him.

"Thank you, Eddie".

"Anything for you princess" he murmurs softly and she feels her heart skip a beat. When he acts like this it makes her think he could feel the same way.

He was so confusing. Eddie's phone rings. His uncle is stuck at work due to the storm so he is having to ride it out there.

She can tell Eddie is worried and her instincts to comfort him take over as she rubs his shoulder, it takes some of the tension in his body away.

"Your uncle will be okay Eddie, he's tough" she assures him and he rests his head against hers.

When he's calmer he takes a peek at the storm outside. It's growing wilder and the wind is howling. It's practically blizzard type conditions.

Eddie notices her shivering and goes into the hall then comes back with thick blankets which she takes gratefully.

They set up the blankets in his room and she feels herself grow anxious, she loves snow but this storm is relentless.

Eddie grabs a book from his shelf and begins to read to her.

The Hobbit. She smiles and snuggles into one of Eddie's pillows. Both have them can instinctively tell what the other needs without saying anything.

Especially if the other is anxious or upset.

She pulls away still hurting by what he said, sensing this he strokes her cheek.

"Im sorry about what I said sweetheart, this isn't just sex. I think we both know that what we have is so much deeper than that" he tells her softly.

She nods and cuddles into his chest.

"I don't care what my friends think Eddie. The truth is I've fallen in love with you and if they can't handle that then tough. I want to be with you. You make me happy" his eyes light up and he kisses his forehead.

"I love you too. You know that right? Tried so hard to stop but I can't, you make me happy baby, the thought of being with you always is something I've dreamed about"

"We need to stop worrying about making others happy and ourselves miserable Eddie. High school social politics does not dictate what makes me happy or who I love. No way"

He kisses her smiling and she gets cosy as he begins to read to her.

The storm soon becomes background noise as she focuses on the story, giggling at Eddie's voices he does for each character until eventually they fall asleep.

❤

It's quite late in the morning when Wayne arrives home. The storm has settled and he can't wait to get to bed and get some coffee in him.

He's sure Eddie is fine but he worries and wants to check his boy is okay. Probably sleeping in with school being closed today he chuckles.

He heats up some coffee and checks Eddie'z room, smiling as he sees Eddie snuggled up with yn.

They had been seeing each other for a while now, Eddie thought he was being sneaky and that Wayne didn't know but Wayne saw the bright smile on his nephew's cheeks and the dopey grin he would get when he saw yn out in town.

Or the fact he could hear them giggling in Eddie's room. Yeah, the boy couldn't hide shit.

Still, it was nice to see him happy and in love.

Yeah, Wayne knew that too. He clears his throat and Eddie wakes up and smiles brightly.

"Uncle Wayne, I'm so glad you're okay" his face softens as he stares down at yn who is sleeping peacefully on his chest.

"This is my girl yn" Wayne chuckles and ruffles Eddie's hair.

"I know son you can't hide anything from me. I'll make us all some breakfast before I take a nap yeah?"

❤

After meeting Eddie's uncle properly she was even more determined to show the world she was very much with Eddie.

So on the Monday, she wore the Hellfire shirt Eddie gave to her, his leather jacket slipped around her shoulders as he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, a beaming smile on his features.

She joins the Hellfire table and sits on Eddie's knee as the whole cafeteria is silent.

Jason calls over to her.

"Yn? what the fuck are you doing with the freak?" she glares at him.

"Eddie is my boyfriend Carver. Got a problem? Tell someone who cares. So just deal with it yeah?" he gapes and she turns away ignoring him and gently kissing Eddie on the temple who is chuckling at Jason's expression.

The Hellfire boys welcome her to the table happily and she feels at peace that she can finally be at peace with the man she loves.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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friday night fever??

im thinkinggg javi peña,, long time best friends and he moves back and just kind of fluff when they’re reuniting. can be platonic or there can be a confession. idgaf i just love your writing darling, kisses kisses /p. okay thank u love have a good night!!

oh my GOODNESS I love this so much and I had an obscene amount of fun writing this. Javier Peña truly lives rent-free in my mind all the time these days and this idea is just 😙👌

thanks for the submission bby hope you enjoy it ❣️

🔥friday night fever!🔥

Javier Peña has always been your best friend.

Ever since you were little, two gangly kids sprinting down dirt paths, sneaking horseback rides after sunset, stealing popsicles from the icebox before darting over to the other’s back porch and tapping on the screen door. You were joined at the hip, the closest of friends even well into your teen years. Things had changed some when you’d graduated high school, both of you leaving Laredo for one reason or another. Javier disappeared for months at a time, while you were home almost every weekend, unable to cut your ties with your old life completely, trying to hang on to something that even slightly resembled the past.

You knew what was happening in Colombia, saw the fear and concern in Chucho’s eyes whenever you walked over to the Peña ranch house, leftovers from your mother in a container, some whiskey from your dad. It haunted you, the piles of newspapers with less than friendly headlines and scarier photos printed below, the names of dead police officers and agents seared into your brain. Chucho kept every one, some of the articles mentioning Javier’s name cut out and stuffed in a file folder.

“Does it help?” you asked him one night, the two of you sharing the apple pie your mother had sent you over with, a bit of whiskey in each of your glasses.

Your parents’ ranch bordered the Peña’s, and you’d grown up at the Peña dinner table just as much as your own. After your father got sick, when you moved home to help your mother with the ranch and the house and the…everything, you felt Javi’s absence just as much as you saw it, often wandering over to the Peña’s land to help Chucho catch a runaway horse or mend a falling fence, helping both sides of the land as much as you could. Chucho often griped that you shouldn’t be working the ranches, that you went to school for bigger and better things, you shouldn’t be spending your day as a ranch hand, but you’ve brushed him off every time.

“Reading about what he’s doing,” you continued, gesturing to the stack of papers on the table. “Does it help?”

“It can’t make it any worse, chica,” he answered, tipping his whiskey glass in your direction. “To Javi.”

You lifted your own glass. “To Javi.”

It gets to the point where all you seem to do is eat, sleep, work, and worry. Your mind wanders to Javier every chance it gets, playing over the last conversations you had, the last time you saw him, the last thing you said to him.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You were trying to be coy, trying to play it off like your heart wasn’t shattering in your chest at the idea of him leaving. It wasn’t the first time Javier Peña had broken your heart, and you knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the last, but you were clinging to him all the same. Behind you, the sun dipped low in the sky, a classic Laredo sunset the backdrop for your farewell.

Javi had held you tightly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one palm pressed to the middle of your spine. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Fine, then I’ll miss you just the right amount.”

The words had just made the tears come harder, and your hands were fisting in back of his linen shirt, gripping him as tight as you could.

“Look out for my dad, will you?” he asked, and you nodded into his collar, pulling your head back slightly until your forehead was brushing his cheek. “Stubborn ass won’t ask for help, but he needs it.”

You’d laughed and Javi had reached up, wiping a tear from your face.

“No tears, querida. I’ll see you again before you know it.”

You’d stared at him, the nickname familiar, but the tone in his voice, the warmth and the…love not something you were used to. The words were right there, the confession hanging in the air, ripe for the taking. It would have been so easy, to tell him how you truly felt, to beg him to stay in Laredo, to stay with you.

But you’ve always been able to read Javi like an open book, and beneath the sadness of your goodbye, there was something more. He was excited, raring to go, his skills honed to perfection and his aim better than any man you’ve ever met. He needed to go to Colombia, needed to go hunt the bad guys that kept him up at night, needed to go make the world a better place.

He had to go, even if that meant leaving you.

So instead, you said nothing. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and hugged him back, hoping to god that maybe he’d understand through your touch alone, that the words didn’t need to be said. But then he was letting you go, before you were ready, your grip still too tight as he disentangled from you, a soft kiss brushed to your cheek, your hand squeezed in his once more before he was retreating, disappearing across the dirt road that separated the Peña ranch and your own. The Laredo sun lit his back as he departed, and you waited until he clambered into his truck, started the engine, and drove off, tires kicking up dust in their wake.

Just like that, he was gone.

But just as easily as he’d left, he was back again. Well, maybe not as easily. You know what he’s been through, the hell he’s seen, the danger he’s been in. But the moment Chucho got the call that his only son was coming home, you were desperate for details, wanting to know exactly when his flight got in, what day, what gate, so you could be there. For Javi.

He looks tired, when you first see him, suitcase trailing behind him and bag on his hip. There are bags under his eyes, scruff lining his chin, the line between his brows deeper. Those familiar yellow aviators — a gag gift from you when he announced his move to Colombia — are tucked into the top of his shirt, a few buttons undone and showing off that broad chest, skin turned impossibly more bronze by the further South sun.

You’re standing on the other side of the gate, bouncing on your toes, and you see it, the moment his eyes find you. His entire body softens, the crease in his forehead disappearing, bag nearly slipping off his shoulder as he closes the distance between you.

“Querida,” he breathes, both arms around you, the same as they had when you’d said your goodbyes. He smells different, his cologne foreign to your nose, but his body feels the same against yours, his warmth overpowering. He buries his nose in your hair, bringing you close to him, and you sling your arms around his waist, pulling him close as well. “God, I missed you so much.”

Your reply is muffled in his shoulder, and you’re blinking tears back, squeezing your eyes shut when he plants a kiss on your cheek, much firmer than the one he’d given you when he left. That same warmth swims through his voice, and you let him tuck you under his shoulder, grabbing hold of the handle of his suitcase.

“C’mon,” you murmur, leading him towards the exit. “Let’s get you home.”

Chucho is a mess when you arrive back at the ranch, and you deposit Javi’s bags on the porch before retreating, wiping the wet from your lashes as you slip through your own front door. Your house is quiet, your father asleep on the couch and your mother puttering around upstairs. You make your way to the sunroom on the porch, sinking onto one of the couches and peering out the window. You’re not quite sure how long you’re sat there, watching the afternoon sun slowly sink into evening. Part of you wants to head across the road, to talk Javi’s ear off well into the night, but you don’t want to intrude, wanting to give father and son to catch up.

The moon is just starting to make an appearance when there’s a soft tap at the screen door, and a familiar shadow lurks on the other side. Javier gives you a small smile as you pull open the door, two popsicles in his hand, one brow raised. It makes you laugh, the past returning to the present, and you step through, joining him on the uncovered portion of the porch. The land unfurls before you, rolling grass and pasture, fenced on either side of the dirt road.

Javi sinks down on the porch step, and you follow suit. When you sit, you leave a few inches between you, but he closes that distance almost instantly, shuffling over until you’re pressed together from hip to shoulder. He hands you one of the popsicles, and you eat them in near silence, the chirping of crickets echoing through the night.

“I gotta tell you something, querida,” he starts, his voice cutting through the quiet, nearly making you flinch as you lean forward, bracing your arms around your knees.

You’re expecting him to say something about Colombia. That he’s only home for a visit, that he’s going right back, that there’s still work to be done. “It’s okay, Javi,” you say, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say any—”

He doesn’t actually say anything, but his actions are telling just the same. In an instant, your cheeks are enveloped by his warm palms, his thumbs swiping across your skin, and he tilts your head up gently as he leans towards you. The kiss is soft, softer than you could ever have imagined, his lips plush and the tickle of his moustache much gentler than you’d think. He kisses you slowly, taking his time, exploring your bottom lip and then the top, hands never leaving your face, holding you in place as he kisses your lips. After a moment, he’s kissing the corners of your mouth, the tip of your nose, the apples of your cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut, instantly blissed-out by the attention, the gentleness in his touch making heat swell in your chest. Every time you thought about it, his coming home, your reunion after so many years apart, so many miles burned between you, you never imagined this. Dreamt it, maybe, but never imagined it as actually happening.

“It’s you, querida,” he says, and you open your eyes, finding him staring at you with reverence, those dark chocolate eyes roving over your face, thumbs swiping along your lashes. The corner of his mouth pulls into a grin, and he leans in again, giving you a kiss that’s even softer, the dipping sun painting you both with colour. “It’s always been you.”

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iwaoiness · 3 months

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I was wondering if I can get a headcanon of iwaoi where it takes place in highschool like the red string of fate?

of course sunshineee!! finally i did this (sorry its longer that i planned hehe), hope u like it and that it isnt too far from what you asked for <33

Red fate

The red string appears the first spring you fall in love, but no one can see right away who it binds you to because you must weave it. Hanamaki (who has become an expert on this subject after reading all the online blogs and bibliographic database articles) argues that it is necessary because love must be built, both must do their best to nurture it from the heart, weaving it from each end until they meet halfway; otherwise, the red thread will eventually wither like a sunflower.

("Why a sunflower?" Matsukawa asked with a lazy eyebrow raised.

"Because sunflowers are cool even withered.")

As a result, the weaving process can take months or even years. And Iwaizumi's has been weaving for three years.

The first time he saw it was when he was fifteen. He didn't panic, but stared at his little finger for a good ten minutes until he fully processed the situation, sank his face into the pillow and screamed until his lungs burned.

He made a conscious effort to ignore it, because it was one thing to be attracted to the stupid, idiotic, stubborn, asshole Oikawa, and quite another to be in love. And he wasn't in love with him. Not at all. Not in the slightest. Not even a smidgen.

However, he was, and no matter how often he lied to himself, the red string, according to Hanamaki's research, is tethered to the heart, not the mind.

("Like the roots of grammatophyllum orchids,” Hanamaki explained “they embed themselves so deeply and if you uproot them, you can cause irreparable damage and even kill the orchids"

"Now are orchids? And how the hell did you manage to remember that name?"

"Actually, you learn a lot at the gardening club, Mattsun. You should drop by sometime")

No matter how hard he tried to ignore him, Hajime really loves Oikawa. He is an extraordinary being – a charisma that shines, intelligence that illuminates, eyes that perceive, strength that resonates, an outgoing spirit that captivates, and an endearing essence that lingers. Caring for him, paying attention to him, pampering him, and scolding him when necessary are actions that come as naturally to Iwaizumi as blinking. These actions have, precisely, nurtured that love slowly over time, weaving its thread and strengthening it.

Now, at eighteen, in his final weeks of high school and with no volleyball competition to fight for, Iwaizumi's red string shines bright, almost complete.

Hajime, with his chin resting on one hand during a boring lab class (which ended up being a theory class), watches his red string with some amusement, wiggling his little finger slightly. He plays at tensing and relaxing it, rocking it gently. It is long, stretching from his hand, falling across his desk, running the length of the room and disappearing at the door. He thinks of how many threads must be there too, but he can't see them.

He thinks about whether there are tangled strings or knotted strings or strings that are too thin or too thick, or strings of other colours. He wonders too if there will be faded or broken strings, if some of them will have fallen apart to be remade by someone else.

And on the verge of contemplating (once more) whether his own string will truly reach Oikawa, if his half will be the one to complete Oikawa's half, if he nourished his love well, if it will endure forever, an energetic laugh's echo reaches him. A laugh he knows so well, one he has grown up with.

He turns his gaze towards the window, and a smile effortlessly graces his face upon seeing him.

There stands Tooru in the courtyard, next to the fountain, adorned in the regulation physical education attire that accentuates his tall figure. The jacket fastened up to his neck, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a water bottle, he laughs anew at whatever tale one of his classmates is sharing. He looks good, happy, and radiant.

It is then that Oikawa glances up, locking eyes directly with Iwaizumi, causing a startle in him. He blinks, his heart pounding a little harder, and Tooru grins widely, waving his hand in greeting. Hajime steals a sidelong glance at the teacher, who is fervently expounding on an inscrutable theory, before discreetly returning the greeting to Oikawa. Tooru wedges his water bottle under one arm and, this time, employs both hands for gesturing.

Boring class?

When they were eight, wanting to keep their conversations private from the prying ears of adults, they began using signs. It wasn't challenging, because Tooru's cousin is deaf and learned sign language with her, yet many of their gestures are improvised, making a language unique to the two of them.

You can't imagine, he rolls his eyes and twists his smile. Oikawa laughs again, softer, prettier.

Fight! If you think about our movie night tonight with my matchless company, time will fly by

I don't know which is worst

Oikawa pretends to be offended, holding a hand dramatically to his chest, and Hajime has to pucker his lips to keep from laughing.

So, so, so mean!

Before Iwaizumi can reply, one of Tooru's teammates taps him on the shoulder to get his attention and remind him that they have to get back to the gym soon. Oikawa nods before returning his gaze to his best friend, with an apologetic smile.

We should go now, see you later, Iwa-chan

Hajime lets out a small sigh, but nods.

Yeah, dummy, see you later. Bundle up

Tooru rolls his eyes in amusement.

Yes, mum

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes before bids farewell to Oikawa's companions, who wave their arms as they playfully usher the taller one away with gentle shoves.

And when Hajime looks back at his notebook and makes a mental reminder to stop by the convenience store and buy the sweets Tooru craved yesterday, it happens.

It crashes over him like a freight train, unfurling through his being like a tsunami. A surge of emotions tightens Iwaizumi's form, steals his breath, accelerates his thoughts like the pedals of a bicycle careening down a hill, and heats his veins with the strength of the August sun.

Hanamaki dubs it blossom, a phenomenon reserved for the moment the red string is fully woven.

Rising abruptly, Iwaizumi captures the attention of the entire classroom, interrupting the teacher who gazes at him in surprise. He stammers an excuse, barely audible, before bolting out of the room, propelled by the insistent pull of his little finger. He knows instantly who he seeks, who he moves toward, and he's overwhelmed with the urge to cry, to laugh, to scream.

He yearns for Oikawa to be attuned to it as well, that he too is looking for it.

He dashes through the corridor, veers towards the rear exit, almost stumbling as he swings the door open, emerging into the courtyard where Tooru had stayed. Hajime’s heart is racing, his heartbeat reverberating throughout his body, rattling his eardrums as his eyes quickly scan his surroundings before he runs back towards the gymnasium.

However, he is not there when he pokes his head through the half-open door and swears before running back into the building.

"Hajime!" The shout halts him in his tracks, and Iwaizumi instinctively looks up. There's Oikawa, leaning out of a first-floor window, hair tousled, sleeves rolled up, and cheeks flushed.

In that moment, he sees it. He witnesses the culmination of his red string, soaring upward and entwining itself around Oikawa's little finger. It's more luminous, more profound, more substantial. He and Tooru have been crafting the same string.

Dude, he’s really going to cry.

"Fuck," he breathes out, but his smile widens before he sprints back into the building, just as Oikawa retreats inside at the same time.

Hajime ascends the main staircase to the first floor, while Tooru descends the back staircase to the ground floor. Curses escape their lips when they miss each other, running in opposite directions to go down and up again; Hajime ends up on the first floor, Tooru on the third. They navigate the hallways with stealth, minimizing noise to avoid disturbing ongoing classes. Iwaizumi even ventures to open the doors of the photography club and the art room, only to snorting when he discovers them empty. Then he retraces his steps to the back door again.

He walks out into the courtyard, turns the corner and is about to head towards the cafeteria when a tug on his soul stops him in his tracks as he crosses in front of the small space between the two buildings (where the garden club's flowers are planted). He quickly turns his gaze and sees Tooru on the other side, staring back at him with bated breath. They lose track of time, standing there, gazing at each other, their heartbeats syncing, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Then, almost as one, they take the first step toward each other. Followed by the second. And the third. And the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, until they converge in the middle of the road.

"… Hey," Tooru is the first to speak, suddenly shy and uncertain.

"Hey," Hajime, with reddened ears, returns the greeting, clearing his throat as his voice seems to falter.

"Well... this thing..." He almost whispers, raising his hand to display his pinkie with the end of the red string wrapped around it.

"Ah," Hajime also raises his hand, and both behold the same thread connecting them.

"Ah," Oikawa repeats, blinking like an owl. "You... see it too, Iwa-chan?"

"Yes, it's... red."

"And... it glows."

"So..."

"So..." They gaze at each other again, Oikawa's eyes now shining like a nebula, filled with determination and an overwhelming cluster of emotions that Iwaizumi's eyes also reflect.

"I like you," they speak simultaneously, with firmness, tranquillity, and certainty.

And the world now seems more colourful, more pink, more sweet.

Oikawa's chin quivers, Iwaizumi's gaze softens with mist, and the two share a laughter soaked in tears before embracing fervently. Tooru enfolds his arms around Hajime's neck, face finding refuge in his shoulder; Hajime encircles his waist with a trembling arm, the other hand tenderly tracing the length of his back.

"Just so you know I said it first," Oikawa whispers, and Iwaizumi laughs again, pressing him a little tighter against his body, enjoying the weight of his chest against him, the fresh fragrance of his deodorant, and his hand lazily caressing the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

"Bullshit, I said it first."

Amidst dozens of orchids (among which there is a small sign reading: Makki planted here) they share their first kiss.

...

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darknessawaits28 · 4 months

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What if? V (female) x Johnny Silverhand

Hey yall, here's a bit of a story of Female V and Johnny where they have a happy ending with each other! Hope you enjoy my lovies! Thank you all for your support, I love chu all! you are awesome! Don't forget to like, follow, and obey! :3 :P

"Johnny......I won't be able to see you again if we do this." "Why don't I just wait it out, I'm going to die anyway and I've done all I could."

"It's okay V, this body was yours to begin with, I'm just a passenger."

"Dammit Johnny, I can't lose you!" V held back her tears, not wanting to appear weak.

"It's time" Alt spoke to both of them, V slamming her fists onto the holographic table in anger, not wanting to go yet.

"Hey, we had a good run and.....if I had another chance at life.....I would never leave you" Johnny cooed, his metal hand caressing her cheek softly.

"You were such a fucking asshole when I first met you, but.....overtime I got used to your stubborn rocker boy self" V chuckled, holding onto his hand that was on her cheek.

"I guess I could say the same about you." "Waking up in a female body, and having tits was fucking amazing." "And having a vagina too, it was like fucking paradise." "I also remember when you told me that you wanted to fucking kill me, and look at you now, clinging to me and begging me not to go" he laughed.

"Shut up you dick bag" V shook her head, giving him a small chuckle.

"I'm going to miss you Valerie" was the last thing Johnny said as V got into the tub and closed her eyes.

"Beginning extraction" Alt said as she began to disentangle Johnny's engram from V's nervous system. "When you wake up V, you will feel your synapses tingling, it'll go away in a few weeks" Alt told her, the sight before V disappearing.

"Argh!" V screamed as she woke up in Mikoshi, the alarms blaring everywhere. "Johnny....Johnny!!" V screamed, not hearing or seeing him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" V growled as she got out of the water and rushed past the guards, using every last bit of strength she had to survive.

"Ma'am, you alright?" A trauma team medic asked as he looked at V's wounds.

"I'm fine, leave me the fuck alone!" she growled, pushing the man away as he tried to patch up her head wounds.

"If I don't patch you up, you'll bleed out" the medic growled.

"V?" familiar voices could be heard around V, her eyes glancing up to find her friends surrounding her.

"What happened?" "You alright?" River asked, kneeling down beside her.

"Yeah, it looks like a whole fucking can of beans exploded in your face" Judy chuckled.

"What happened to Johnny?" Kerry questioned worriedly, not really caring much about V's well-being.

"I'm fine guys, thanks....and Johnny's gone Kerry" V sighed sadly, standing up on her own two feet and allowed the tears to drip down her cheeks. "I'm going home."

As V pushed past her friends, she headed home to her Megabuilding apartment, heading inside and walking over to her bathroom mirror to see her face covered in cuts and bruises, "Ahh!" she screamed loudly, punching the glass violently, cutting her fingers in the process. "Fuck....Johnny...." She cried, washing her hands and deciding to head to bed to forget the whole ordeal she had to go through. "Johnny.....".

_Two Months later_

"Hey Misty, what's up?" V chuckled, walking into her store with a happy strut.

"Hi V, how are you feeling?" Misty smiled, pulling her into a hug.

"I'm fine, just taking a bit of a break and thinking about moving out of the city to another state" V shrugged, accepting the hug from Misty.

"I'm glad you're doing fine, but before you think about moving to another state, Vik and I have a surprise for you."

"Misty you know I hate surprises."

"I know, but trust me you'll love this!" Misty smiled cutely, grabbing a hold of V's hand and began to drag her out to the back to Vik's clinic.

Obliging, V followed Misty, hating that she had to be dragged to this 'surprise.' "Please tell me that it's a unicorn."

"Oh ha, ha V, no it isn't but....it's something even better" Misty chuckled, letting go of V's hand and pointing down to the clinic.

"Okay, I guess I'll go down myself" V huffed, slowly walking down the stairs, opened the door, and stopped in her tracks hearing a familiar voice.

"Are you sure I'm going to be able to look like my old self?"

"Yes, but don't be doing any unnecessary upgrades to your new body okay?" Vik chuckled, pouring a glass of whiskey and handed it to the man that was in front of him.

V slowly continued down the stairs, her heart racing, her hands reaching the metal gate and opened it quickly.

"Hey V, look who's here" Vik smiled softly.

The mysterious man that was in front of Vik turned around slowly, a big smirk plastered onto his face, "Valerie, do I still look like a rocker boy?" Johnny chuckled, downing the glass of whiskey Vik had given him.

"Johnny!" V screamed, running towards him and nearly jumping on him as she hugged him.

Johnny gasped when he got bear hugged by her, but ultimately hugged her back, taking a deep breathe in. "I told you that I would never leave you" He hummed, pulling her chin up and then pressing a deep kiss against her lips.

#cyberpunk2077 v #Female v #johnny silverhand #love story

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allen-444 · 1 year

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can I request a STARS wesker with a new rookie? but the rookie is stubborn/ready to get out into the field. if you're able too!! thank you very much and have a good day 💖💓

AHHH YES! I loved this idea! I hope you enjoy <3.

PAIRING: S.T.A.R.S!Wesker x Stubborn!Gn!Reader

Genre: Idk 😭

Warnings: Mention of death and fighting.

(Authors note: This took me like 3 months to write 😭. I’m so sorry I’ve been so tired and I’ve been working a lot, aha. Apologies is this is horrible. Enjoy <3.)

“Shit!”

You were caught by surprise as Chris uppercut you. “We’ll keep training another day, your getting better rookie!” Chris waved at you as he was about to leave. “Wait! How come your leaving so early? We’ve got another hour.” You began packing your belongings then looked at him for an answer. “Captains sending us out on a mission, it’s a high level one. That most likely the reason your not coming, sorry rookie, catch you later.” He smiled and waved then left, walking into the long empty hallway before disappearing around a corner. You packed your thing hurriedly and then headed to the woman’s locker room. You spotted Jill and Rebecca readying their guns and fixing their uniforms. “You guys are leaving too? I swear the captain has it out for me.” You remark as you open your locker and set your bag in it. Then beginning to change out of your training clothes into your own uniform.

“What do you mean?” Rebbeca asked, she was putting her vest on. “All of you guys get to go out on missions and I have to stay here. This is the fourth time!” You sat down against one of your lockers and slumping over after changing into your usual uniform. “Why not talk to him?” You look up at Jill and she’s looking at you waiting for an anwsers. “You thinks he’s gonna listen to me? Jill this is Wekser we’re talking about.” You get yourself up and look at her with an eyebrow raised. “Well things won’t change if you don’t do anything about it.” Rebecca says as she opens the door, waiting for Jill to exit with her. “She’s right, catch ya later Y/N.” Jill says with that signature smile on her face and they both leave you to your thought. You shower for a bit then you decide that their right.

You take a deep breath in front of Wesker’s door and after a bit of self prep you knock. “Enter.” You hear that deep, monotone voice and suddenly your nervous all over again. You open the door and Weskers sitting there looking over files, he then puts the papers down and looks at you. Although he’s wearing those dark sunglasses you can feel his gaze piercing you. “Sir, I’ve been here for at least 3 months now and I still haven’t went on a mission! Please let me go into this one with the team.” You had a determined face and your voice sounded a bit demanding. “You need to train more, whatever you trained for before in the academy won’t fully prepare you for what’s out their when it comes to misson a. Your dismissed.” He waved you off and goes back to reading the file he had been looking at before you entered.

That had been your last straw.

“I’m not taking no for an answer Captain. I respect you but to be honest I’m getting fucking tired of this. You make me sit around and treat me like the office pet while the others get to do their actual job. I came into S.T.A.R.S to be able to help people, not sit around and clean and put things up. So, it’s either I’m on this fucking mission or I quit.” You had furrowed your eyebrows then crossed your arms. Wesker seemed to be a bit taken back, you assumed no one’s ever spoken to him like that. He was contemplating. Staring at you and clenching his jaw, something he did while he was processing a thought. You looked down at your feet suddenly feeling embarrassed. After a few seconds you hear a “Fine.” You whip your head up and open your mouth as you were about to say something but he cuts you off. “But, you stay with my the entire time. I don’t need to drag your body back.” You smile and try to contain your excitement, “Yes sir, thank you.”

You walk out of his office then run to the locker room and gear up. You then arrive at the helicopter and everyone looks at you, seeming surprised. “I told you.” Rebecca says with that determined smile she usually had. “He actually let you come? Ha, how’d you manage that?” Barry asked, he was eating a few gummies, which was typical before mission’s. “I have my ways.” You smiled mischievously at him, Weskers then came ip and told you all to get ready so you all board and head off to the mission.

It went well, and you were about to head back inside after exiting the helicopter but then Wesker pulls you to the side. “You’ll be coming on missions with us now, well done.” He then walks inside and you smile and walk in behind him.

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I hope that was somewhat enjoyable <3. Have an amazing day/night loves. 🫶🏻

#resident evil #resident evil fandom #resident evil fic #albert wesker #albert wesker dbd #albert wesker x reader #ask #jill valentine #chris redfield #barry burton #resident evil x you #resident evil chris

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soranihimawari · 4 months

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Starlogs at 2AM

Word Count: <900

Pairing: timeskip!oikawa x paralmypian!reader

Note: after the holiday season and making sure everything was running smoothly irl, I wondered what it would be like to have friends->estranged athlete->lovers with Oiks.

stubborn oikawa...seems like this was taken right before the argument (it's the same week/day)

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Starlog 202X

Entry 13

It’s been how long since you had stopped by? Months, probably. Can you believe it’s been almost a decade since the last time we did one of these? Regardless, I hope this finds you well.

Life update: how’s the volleyball club you decide to sign on? I hear the Latin America clubs have their eyes set on snagging a European title. Ever think of coming to play here? ‘M sure Ushiwaka would like a chance to play against you. You’re all giants in the modern generation. Remember the time we all made captain? That was fun. I’m sorry you didn’t get your ticket to nationals during our time at Seijoh, but I am glad you earned the right to play in the Olympics back at home.

As for me? Apparently, volleyball and diving are two different events with their own seasons. I play in a neighborhood league nowadays since my injury. I received so many well wishes and support from the old group…Except yours. You never sent me one, but I was reassured by the others (Iwazumi, Mattsun, and Hanamaki) you sent your regards. I guess we were really antagonistic in our attitudes toward the end of that year.

The year that changed everything with the way life called us all to different paths made the choice so clear. You went to Argentina to chase golden sand and I left to Italy to pursue my own dreams. If you’re wondering how I got this address of yours, thank Hanamaki and Mattsun for continuing their OTP-jar to get us to talk to one another.

In case you didn’t know or no one has said this to you in a while: I’m sorry for gloating I got into the university league before you got accepted in Team Argentina… Also, I apologize for this next part too. Can you open your front door?

Best Regards,

[your name]

The taxi driver is still counting his bills that you paid him for. Nights outside here in the quiet suburb of Buenos Aires have you sort of thankful you packed a jacket on your red eye flight. You glance down at your shoes., These were the ones with flower design, but since your accident on the train service going to an away game in Milan, the one on the prosthetic left knee seems a little loose. You hear the unlocking of the door in front of you and when the door pulls back, you rise to meet the recipient of your letter. OIkawa Tooru, proud starting setter of Team Argentina, protege of the Blanco, in his pajamas at two in the morning stares at you.

“Sixteen hours,” your voice cracks under the weight of his gaze. He leans against his door frame before he reaches out a hand; his breathing suggests he’s just stunned–like the first time he received your letter.

Oikawa Tooru hasn’t seen you in the same span of time. The last time you were in the same room, you had a shouting match with him and he told you to disappear. Or was it, “go to hell?” He couldn’t be any more upset with himself when he saw your shoulders slump and you really did make good on your word. From what you can infer, there are clippings of your accomplishments on a corkboard and his own are next to yours in a trophy case.

“How?” His voice is gentle like the breeze at dawn.

“Our friends,” you search your bag for the postcard attached with the plane ticket to Buenos Aires. “Want us to be amigos?”

Oikawa chuckles at the way your lips formulate around the word for friend.

“I never should have fought with you,” he says when he lets you inside his home.

“We were seventeen, reaching for the stars, or something like that,” your bag is on the loveseat and you sit side by side with him on his actual couch.

You both swap stories of the last decade and in the end, he realizes just how much he missed. A void in his heart he once confided in Iwazumi must have gotten out when the Seijoh reunion in Sendai. That was a pinnacle where when you walked through the door of the pub, limping a bit and though the male counterparts of the sports cheer for your triumph, you persisted in leading your group-division of paralympians to victory. Oikawa hears this all second hand afterall, but now you’re here–in his home.

“And you’re ok?” you ask him. You try to not notice the box of take out, the soiled dishes in the sink, the box of tissues from the last change of seasons. “Oikawa…?”

“...not ok,” his smile falters. “But I’m relieved you’re here, chibi-chan.”

“Me too,” you give him a comforting smile before you cup his cheeks. You press your lips to his brow after he whispers it’s ok especially since you’re quieting his overstimulated mind.

He lets you embrace him and for the first time in what seems like a lightyear, the animosity isn’t there. The misunderstandings are forgiven when the stars collide in a tiny abode on the outskirts of the Argentine capital.

#sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #argentine!oikawa x paralymian!reader #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2024

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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the pact (pt. 2)

read part 1 here

what if james had been the only one to die on October 31st? what if Lily did as he said and took harry and ran?

sirius attempts to reconcile with the weight of raising james's kid(s) and the weight of doing this life without his best friend.

quick cw in there for loss of appetite/mentions of grief/depression

about 2k.

The tiny flat he had shared with Remus for the past two years had stopped feeling like home about 6 months ago as a dark storm brewed outside, and rain poured over their four walls., leaking through the ceiling. Sirius had started sleeping on the couch and Remus had stopped coming home altogether, blaming it on nights with the pack, when they both knew things were simply falling apart. The shower head was broken, the floorboards creaked, the windows didn’t shut all the way—the charm the tiny, rundown eyesore of a flat once had (similar to the way Remus’s socks on the floor and inability to make a decision had stolen Sirius’s heart once upon a time) disappeared in the blink of an eye. Which was perhaps a good thing. Because Sirius’s only home had ever really been James, and that was gone too. So it was astonishingly easy to move Lily and Harry into Number 12, a place he hated, a place he swore he would never go back to, after a few days of dusting, and clearing out the dark magic.

There was no place safer. Sirius knew that.

Take care of my kid, Sirius. Take care of Lily.

No one could come and go into Grimmauld Place as they pleased, even if they knew where it was, the house able to detect Black Magic and everyone else was unworthy. Yet Sirius was allowed to pass through the words, unworthy of the last name Black, unworthy of the title Godfather, James seeing the best and the brightest when there was nothing but broken.

Lily had unraveled entirely, laying in bed, unmoving as her husband on the floor of Godrics Hollow. The lights were kept off in her bedroom, and the faucets were left running by magic to mask the sound of tears and to wash away a stubborn grief stain left on the carpet. Sirius had gotten the dark magic out, a few charms here and there without breaking a sweat, but grief was a different beast entirely. Everywhere Sirius turned, there were still, lifeless bodies. Lily only moving to use the loo, or else down the nutrition Potions Sirius put at her bedside table three times a day to keep the baby healthy. Remus only moving for Order meetings, from his bedroom—their bedroom—to the dining room, to the kitchen, and back. It made Sirius roll his eyes, and he hated himself for it.

Lily who had ran.

Remus who had ran as well, using Harry and Lily as a pointed excuse to stay at Number 12 with Sirius when before he couldn’t have gotten far enough away. Using mourning as tool for separation between them, even after an olive branch made of bitten fingernails had been extended.

Sirius was surrounded by cowards, save a one and a half year old who was brave enough to cry. Brave enough to ask for things, for James, brave enough to say things out loud that no one else wanted to and feel his emotions when Sirius had to master how to shove them back down.

“Dada?” Harry asked, calming down from another fit of crying after breakfast, now sitting on Sirius’s lap, head, clutching Sirius’s hands with his own.

“He’s…not here, my love. I’m so sorry.”

“Mama?”

“Mama’s sleeping right now…” He managed, trying to conceal his tone for the benefit of his godson. In another life it would’ve been said with contempt and bitterness, Sirius closing the door to Lily’s bedroom after every check-in, shaking his head in dismay, and then almost immediately feeling guilty about it. Because it was an impossible choice. Sirius knew that, and there was Harry to think about.

Harry was mostly all he thought about these days, to keep his mind from going past the threshold of no return. To keep himself from reaching for a bottle the same way he did when Regulus died, or when Mr. and Mrs. Potter died.

But the worst part of Sirius…perhaps the part of him that cared more about James than anyone else in the entire world, including himself, thought Lily should’ve tried something. Maybe Harry would have been okay, from the vague ideas of Horcruxes being thrown around Order meetings now, something of a plan forming a little too late and Sirius bit his tongue then too. Rolled his eyes. Muttered under his breath. Excused himself to go check on Harry when Harry didn’t need to be checked. Maybe James would’ve stood a damn chance if someone was by his side, instead of leaving.

Cowardice never sat well with Sirius, and here he was in a house full of them.

“Dada?”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius muttered again, kissing Harry on top of the head, and this time, Harry’s face began to crumple, green eyes filling with tears. Sirius stood up immediately, knowing the quickest want to calm down a Potter was to keep moving.

James, let’s just…go for a walk, it can be a fast one, but I’m not running in these jeans. We’ll figure this out.

“Lets take a walk, mon petit amour…” Sirius paced rhythmically around the halls of Number 12 to the sound of his godsons cries, and the low hum of running water. Soon there would be another set of footsteps from Remus joining them, offering to take a shift with Harry, offering to start dinner, offering, offering, offering things he couldn’t fulfill.

Sirius climbed into bed that night after checking on Lily, and shutting off the faucets, making sure she took all the potions on the night table. Harry was sound asleep, for now, in his crib across the hall and Sirius watched him through the two-way mirror, Remus next to him.

“He’s not going anywhere…”

“You don’t know that,” Sirius responded, voice harsher than he intended it to be. Maybe.

“Baby…”

“What, Remus?”

“I don’t know…why you’re so mad…I know it’s what you tend to do instead of being—”

Sad.

“No, you don’t get to do that, save your fucking armchair psychiatry for someone who still has a fuck left to hear it,” Sirius said, putting the mirror down on the night stand and looking at Remus, “Don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel about any of this because we know damn well that there’s a fucking baby in this and his mother isn’t—”

“She’s grieving.”

“And what am I? You think this is fun for me?”

Remus sighed, “I didn’t say that, Sirius.”

“And while we’re at it, don’t pretend that you know me. You’ve been… halfway across the fucking world for the past six months, longer maybe—”

“And where were you?” Remus asked back, “Like you were any closer.”

“Waiting for you.”

“Bullocks. That stopped too.”

Harrys cries started from down the hall and Sirius sighed, throwing the blankets off his lap and across the bed. Sirius had made a joke about it initially, how much Harry slept and how the parenting books he had read with James never mentioned the tiny traits that could be inherited. Sirius had laughed in the mornings, when James would call him through the mirror, anxiously dancing about waiting for his newborn to wake up, or his wife to wake up so he would have something to do. Now Harry slept an hour at a time, startling awake and screaming, calling for James and having Sirius come instead.

“I’ll see you in the morning…” Sirius muttered, grabbing his mirror.

“Bring him in here,” Remus sat up in bed as well.

“What?”

“Harry. Bring him in here.”

Sirius ran a hand over his hair, “Moons…I’m tired, I don’t—”

“You’re not doing this alone, baby, I don’t care how big of a tantrum you throw or how angry you are at me and the world for taking out your best friend,” Remus said firmly, “But I’m still here, or trying to be, and I know that doesn’t mean shit to you at the moment--"

"Don't put words in my mouth."

“Okay then bring Harry in here,” Remus repeated for the third time.

Moony’s it for you, I know it, mate. He’s been it for you since your first kiss. If you make it through this war, then you’ll make it through anything… Just say sorry. And give him that ring you picked out.

Sirius let out another sigh and left the bedroom.

Offerings.

Promises, promises, promises tying themselves in knots around every part of Sirius.

He picked Harry out of his crib, arms reaching out and gripping fistfuls of Sirius’s hair that he had forgotten to tie back.

“Shh, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Sirius soothed, running his hand over Harry’s back, kissing him on the side of the head. “Actually that’s not true at all, is it? No one’s okay…not Mama, not your Uncle Moony…not me,” Sirius admitted for the first time, pressing his cheek against Harry’s head as he rocked back and forth on his feet. To dampen the wails before walking down the hall, not wanting to disturb Lily. Not wanting to bother her. “I don’t know if we will be either…suppose that’s okay though. What do you say, babe, live a life that’s just okay? That might be the best I can do without your Dad.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah…suppose we try though…even if we’re a little sad…and a little mad? I’d be mad if I were you, babe. Stuck with me...” Sirius could feel Harry’s wet cheek in the crook of his neck and started moving out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the big bedroom, with the big bed. Remus awake and waiting as promised.

“You came back.”

“You think I wouldn’t?”

“Lily, he’s been asking for you…” Sirius tried sitting at the foot of her bed.

“I know.”

“So…lets get up, shower, change—”

“This isn’t a we situation, Sirius, and I am tired.”

“And I’m not?”

“He was my husband.”

Sirius bit back the phrase on his tongue that sounded like and I loved him first in three different languages, choosing to put a hand on Lily’s shoulder instead. “He’s your son, and he’s asking for you. It’s been a month, Lils.”

“No it hasn’t-- your, your birthday?”

“Twenty-one really fucking sucked.”

“It’s…a month?” Lily rolled over, looking at Sirius bleary eyed.

“Just over.”

“I…what.” Red hair was in knots, Lily’s face thinner than it had been despite all the potions and the small meals Sirius had been bringing after having big meals left untouched. Pink nails that Lily always took such care to maintain, even in her early days of pregnancy when she was vomiting every morning and every night, chipped and broken and grown out. “The baby.”

“The baby,” Sirius confirmed, “This is a we situation.”

“James was supposed to be here. What am I going to do?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same thing and I haven’t found an answer. I’ll let you know if I do.”

“…How are you so…okay?”

I’m not. But someone had to be and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you.

Every time Sirius wanted to yell at Lily, he heard James.

Every single time Sirius wanted to just rip the bedding off of Lily and dump her unceremoniously into the goddamn shower or drag her to a fucking Healers appointment, he heard James and a stupid fucking promise Sirius no longer wanted to keep.

He would rather it not be a we situation too.

But taking care of Lily, making sure her life was good, making sure she was okay was part of the pact. Even if he blamed her, with everything in his body, for not taking care of his best friend.

Sirius gave a weak smile, “It…gets easier,” he lied.

“There’s…hope?”

“Harry makes it feel like that.”

Lily sighed and sat up slowly, muscles weak from not moving for so long. “…Can you bring him here?”

continue to part 3

#the pact #sad sirius sunday #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #lily evans potter #james potter #cw: grief mention #cw: food mention

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pricescigar · 10 months

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The body guard

John Price X Elvira Wolff

Summary: John Price is a newly hired bodyguard to protect Elvira Wolff from any kind of harm that would befall her.

The Wolff family, a notorious family known for their business in the underworld in terms of illegal arms dealing of weapons, black mailing, hit men, whatever you wanted… They would get the job done, whatever you'd desire, they'd do it. For a price of course. That is the dangers of dealing with the Wolff family, they'd always want something in return.

Ulrich Wolff's past is a mystery unlike any other, all that people know is that he took over the company after his cousin; Dietrich Wolff had died brutally, many say the murder of Dietrich Wolff was a mere act of revenge. Out of pure spite, anger. Any kind of emotion, you name it. But on a more personal level… Everyone knew the real reason, but the whole murder was swept under the rug. One that should be forgotten, and never to be mentioned again. When you hold such power, you can make anything and anyone disappear from the face of the earth.

From that day forth he adopted his goddaughter; Elvira Wolff under his care when she was three years old … And the rest is history. As Elvira grew up Ulrich's Wife, Fritzi had passed away due to cancer. To fill that void and emptiness and also losing their beloved dog Nux to old age, Ulrich got two dogs to make Elvira feel less alone and for Ulrich's sake as well.

One dog is named Ivan – A Caucasian Shepherd, a mountain dog. Stubborn and having a mind of his own, he only listens to Elvira. And Ulrich, occasionally. The second dog is named Luna – A German Shepherd, both of the dogs were named by Elvira.

Elvira lived an isolated life in the Wolff mansion, hidden away from the world and the possible dangers. That dared to harm her. She was home schooled in her younger years and her teenage years. Due to her intelligence and high IQ, she finished homeschooling relatively early and got her degrees. Now she spends most of her days helping Ulrich with work, learning about the business when it'll be her then to take over.

When she isn't working or studying about the business she would draw, read books and take the dogs out for their regular walks and play with them. While her routine may be repetitive, from day to day tasks… Elvira was content with what she was doing so far.

Being an only child of one of the many dangerous arms dealers had it's downsides. As she grew older the more protection Elvira needed, after a situation occurred where she was held as ransom a couple of months ago, tortured, stabbed and interrogated for information. Ulrich came to her aid and killed the person responsible. And from that scary moment… Ulrich knew she needed a bodyguard, and he knew just the right person for the job.

"I don't want a bodyguard, I don't need one and have never needed one." Elvira spoke to Ulrich with a firm tone, her arms crossed as she stared at her godfather.

"Elvira …What happened to you last time was too much of a close call, you could've died. And I can't lose you. You're all I have…" Ulrich said, placing his hands on her shoulders, trying to make Elvira understand the seriousness of the situation. After a moment of silence, a sigh escaped his lips.

"I can't be around that much to protect you anymore, work is getting more busy as the days go by. And it'll be good for someone to be around you, it's for your own good." He added, before smiling weakly. "Just… For me? At least tolerate it? Just a little?"

Elvira stared at her godfather before sighing softly. "Fine, fine…" She mumbled under her breath looking away, though deep down she was still adamant of not wanting a mere bodyguard beside her.

Jonathan Price - A Ex SAS Captain from the 22nd Regiment, for the most part of his life he had been fighting in the shadows. Though his childhood and early years are a mystery, he made a name for himself in the battlefield.

He's been shot, captured, locked up, abandoned, blown, left for dead and tortured. In the moment he knows what to do, experienced in hand to hand combat and known for excelling in a fluid and volatile environment. He was also known for his strength, loyalty, and courage. After being honourably discharged from the army due to an injury, he knew the career of remaining in the SAS was at it's wits end. Up until Ulrich approached him one day, wanting to hire him as a bodyguard. After having an interview and seeing how Price could fight, defend himself. And what he would do in any possible scenario, he was the best bodyguard Ulrich could get. Offering him a fair and high pay, up to Price's standards he took up the job. It was an immediate start, but Price was highly adaptable. No matter the situation or any kind of change, Price was able to compromise.

The next day Ulrich took Price back to the Wolff mansion where he got his own personal room, clothes for the job in his size and all the weapons he could ever need. And from there, his first day being a bodyguard had begun.

Elvira took a good look at Price the moment she met him, athletically built, wearing a smart suit and his short brown hair slicked back perfectly. Though she may have not liked the idea of having a personal bodyguard, it was for her own protection. She only tolerated it for Uli, knowing it would make him happy and at ease.

"Just so you know well, John Price, I can protect myself… I am only allowing this for Uli. Since he's worried…" Elvira made it crystal clear. Her facial expressions remained emotionless.

"I will be there no matter where you go, I took an oath with your godfather. Despite how lenient or annoyed you are, I am there." Price remained professional, his arms remained behind his back looking down at her.

Elvira simply huffed, knowing he would just follow her around. She grabbed the leashes for the dogs, in order to take them out for a walk. All the while Luna and Ivan were busy sniffing Price, curious about their new guest. With their leashes attached to their collars, it wasn't long until they went out for a walk.

During the walk Price remained behind Elvira to protect her, keeping a close eye on the surroundings and anything that may seem suspicious. After a ten minute walk they arrived at the Park, Elvira took off the leashes letting the dogs run around.

Luna was happily running around and Ivan was too busy sniffing the ground, Elvira sat down on the grass. Price remained serious and stoic about protecting Elvira, from the corner of his eye he saw Ivan digging the moment Elvira was no longer looking at the dogs.

"Miss? Miss Elvira?" Price said trying to get her attention, his brown eyes stared down at her.

Elvira heard Price's voice as she looked up at him, confused a little, and he motioned to Ivan who was digging a hole.

"Ach! Ivan!" Elvira said, calling him over. "Nein! We don't dig in the park!" There was a twinge of frustration in her voice, Ivan stopped what he was doing after hearing her voice. Ivan whined, his paws were dirty from digging the grass. A guilty look was on his face.

Price was amused with the whole situation watching Ivan talk back to his owner. "Never seen a stubborn dog." He simply commented.

"He is more than stubborn, it's best to go back home… Time to wash his paws again, for the third time this week." Elvira would say getting up from the grass, calling the dogs over and putting the leash on them once more, and they headed home after that.

The walk home was peaceful, not a problem in sight. Once they arrived back, they went through the gate on the side of the house into the large garden. Price helped Elvira, holding Ivan in place as she washed Ivan's paws with the gardening hose, of course Ivan was barking and whining a little. After a couple of minutes, the dogs were back inside the mansion and Price made the report to Ulrich at the end of the day.

"No problems? Nothing like that?" Ulrich asked, his eyes darting away from the paperwork in his hand.

"Everything is going well sir. But I think she didn't want a bodyguard." Price explained to Ulrich.

"Ja… She said that to me but, there will come a time she will need you. I trust that you won't fail that?" Ulrich's tone was firm and serious.

"I promise you." Price said his tone was sincere and serious. He was serious about protecting this young woman, even if she didn't want it. He knew it as well; There will come a time where she would need him.

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