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movie night pt ii

Summary: After your previous movie night was disrupted by Sam, you finally manage to get a real date with Tara. Or so you thought.

Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: swearing, mentions of stabbings, suggestive themes Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)

"I demand a do over," you said as you sat directly opposite Tara in the little café.

"It's not my fault you got caught," she said without looking up from her textbook. "I agreed to one movie, nothing more."

"Okay, then no movie," you said. "Go on a date with me."

"And they say romance is dead."

"Please go on a date with me," you corrected.

Tara sighed and looked up at you with bored, beautiful eyes. It wasn’t like you could blame her; you had been annoying her since you had been unceremoniously kicked out of the apartment by Sam. But the least she could do was humour you. It wasn’t your fault Sam had come home early and cockblocked you both.

You leaned forward on the table. “One date,” you said softly.

Tara leaned forward too until you could feel her breath on your lips. “You said that about the movie,” she replied just as softly before leaning back once again.

“Why won’t you go on a date with me?” You asked with a huff.

And just like that, Tara got silent. Not the “I’m ignoring you” type of silence she usually had around you, but a genuine silence. One that you weren’t entirely sure how to deal with. Your family was rather loud and rambunctious, and that was on purpose, so whenever someone was silent you were at a loss. Did you crack a joke? Ask what was wrong? Change the subject?

The longer the silence went on, the more your palms started to sweat. Through all the teasing and bickering between you both, did Tara genuinely not enjoy being around you? Sure, she played it off and still kept you around, but was it just because she was being polite? Did she share the same sentiments as her sister?

“I was just kidding,” you finally said with a humourless chuckle as you leaned back in the booth and picked up your coffee. “You don’t actually have to-”

“-I’ll go.”

“What?” You asked, nearly choking on your coffee.

Tara looked up at you. “I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” she said with a huff and the smallest crinkle at the corner of her eyes.

“You’re agreeing because you want to go, right?” You asked, your eyes still glued to her face even though she wasn’t sparing you a second glance. “Not because you-”

“-oh my god, do you want me to go or not?”

“Yes I do,” you said as quickly as you could manage.

“Good,” Tara said with an exasperated nod of her head before she started packing up her things. “We can go after our media class tomorrow.”

“Wait but I don’t-”

“-this is your one chance,” she said with a pointed look and a move toward the front door. “Don’t blow it.”

“Tara!”

“See you in class!”

And just like that, she was gone and you were stuck at the table with a cup of coffee you didn’t even want and your stomach twisted into knots. This whole situation was your fault, of course, but you would never admit it. Your determination ramped up instantly. You were going to make this the best first date. It was going to be so perfect that even Tara fucking Carpenter would have to admit it.

“Do you try to sound as stupid as possible?” Tara asked when you held the classroom door open for her to leave.

“You’re just mad because I refuted your theory about one of my favourite movies,” you argued back before stepping in line beside her.

It had been a good class and, though you wouldn’t admit it aloud, you had done your best to rile Tara up. You couldn’t help it, she just got so passionate and then she would wave her hands and her facial expressions gave her away. Everything about it was adorable, and you didn’t care if you had to sound like an idiot to make it happen.

Although you weren’t an idiot and you were right about your theory.

“You need to improve your movie tastes,” Tara said once you were both walking down the steps of the Liberal Arts building and out into the quad. It was a beautiful day.

“My movie taste is flawless, thank you very much,” you said. Her knuckles brushed against your thigh, sending a jolt across your skin. “You’re just an elitist snob when it comes to media.”

“Elitist snob, huh?” She asked with a nonchalant nod of her head. “That’s really how you want to start this date?”

Shit.

“So where to, your highness?” You asked, completely ignoring her question and keeping your head up. She could humiliate you, but you were at least going to try and keep your dignity intact.

“You’re the one who wanted the date,” Tara said; her knuckles brushed against your hand this time. You suspected she was doing it on purpose. “You lead the way.”

Fuck. She was insufferable. God you were obsessed with her.

Wait.

“Come on,” you said with a giddy smile as you reached out and grabbed her left hand. She flinched but quickly settled. “I know a place.”

“Sounds like something a creep would say,” she mumbled, but still let you pull her along with you.

“You’re the one who entrusted me with the date,” you said as you started dodging between people and cars that honked at you both even though they were still in park. “So shut up and come on.”

“If you get us killed and prove Sam right, I’m never going to forgive you,” she said but still followed suit.

“Sam thinks I’ll get us killed?” You asked when you slowed down, finally only a block or so away from your final destination.

“Yes she does,” Tara said with pursed lips and a nod. “Even called you a liability.”

“Well now that’s just rude,” you grumbled, but otherwise kept silent.

You pushed open the door to the abandoned building and pulled Tara until she walked in. With only a glance outside, you let the door click shut behind you. Your hand placed itself on the small of her back until you could lead her further into the building, quickly making your way to the empty arena.

“What is this place?” Tara asked as she stepped away from your touch to look around.

“Some sort of indoor sports arena, I think,” you called out on your way to the wall where you kept a projector screen. “Don’t know for sure, but it’s been abandoned for ages.”

“You brought a Woodsboro survivor to an abandoned building?” Tara asked. You froze. “Maybe Sam was right.”

“I… did not think that through,” you said as you turned to look at her. “We can go if you want.”

“It’s okay,” Tara said before walking closer, stopping when she was directly in front of you. “It’s a thing of the past.”

Was it though? As much as Sam hated you, you knew she meant well. She was traumatised, understandably, by her sister getting attacked three times and having to kill hers and her sister’s partners. That was enough to make anyone paranoid, and even with Sam going to therapy, it was evident that it still haunted her.

You weren’t so sure it didn’t still haunt Tara too.

“I’ve got stuff in my bag,” you said with a gesture toward the small duffle you had left on the floor. “I’ll set up the movie if you set everything else up.”

“Deal,” she said with a small smile that had your stomach doing somersaults.

It only took a few minutes to finish getting everything set up. For the first time, you were genuinely thankful to your dad for getting you the small portable projector. Sure you had used it before, but now you were going to use it to hopefully make it the best date ever. Failure was not an option.

“Pick a movie,” you said when you sat back down beside Tara and handed over your phone. “I won’t change it this time.”

“That a promise?” She asked, but took your phone nonetheless and started scrolling through.

She barely even looked through the plethora of movies on your phone before picking one and starting it. You raised your brow at her when you heard the beginning notes of Titanic playing, but kept quiet. If she wanted to put on a cheesy romance movie then you weren’t going to judge.

Tara quickly laid back on the blankets and pillows she had gotten out of your duffle bag, and you followed suit almost immediately after she was settled. The small space between you both vanished after only a few moments when Tara rolled onto her side and rested her head on your chest. Your breath caught in your throat before you exhaled and got comfortable.

“You picked a cheesy movie,” you said eventually as the movie continued to play.

“I figured you would like the score,” she said without looking at you. Her hand was now resting underneath the hem of your shirt while her fingers scratched your hip. “Since you’re a nerd for that kind of thing.”

“Uh huh,” you said; your own hand was rubbing small circles on her back. “I think you just wanted an excuse to watch a romantic movie.”

“Oh please,” she huffed. “Romance? With you around? You wish.”

“I most certainly do not,” you retorted quickly. “If I wanted romance I would find someone else.”

“You don’t think I’m romantic?” Tara said, finally sitting up just enough to turn her head and look at you. Her hand still stayed pressed to the stretch of exposed skin on your hip.

“No I don’t,” you said, your eyes stuck on hers. She was staring into your very soul and you didn’t want her to stop. “I think you’re a brat who knows how to get what she wants.”

“And what do you think I want?” She asked, now resting her chin on your chest, right over your heart that you knew she could feel racing.

She was teasing you, you knew that much. It was in the well-concealed smile on her lips and the way her eyes stayed locked with yours. Her question gave you pause and you knew you couldn’t answer. Tara had a habit of leading you on and then pushing you away once you were close enough for something to actually happen. If you hadn’t both been drunk at the frat party all those weeks ago, nothing would have ever happened.

“I don’t know,” you said softly, quietly.

Her smile grew slightly as she moved, pushing herself up until she was straddling your waist and looking down at you. The movie continued in the background but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the feel of her small hands splayed across your chest and your hands on her hips as she leaned so close you were breathing the same air.

“Sam can’t interrupt this time,” Tara spoke slowly, her lips barely brushing against your own. “Does anyone else know where this place is?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words got caught in your throat when you felt the slightest roll of her hips. It was small, barely noticeable, but you certainly felt it. Had she done it on purpose? She probably had, Tara was cunning. With a singular huff, you closed your mouth and shook your head in the negative.

“Then I know what I want,” she said, and you didn’t have to guess what she meant before she pressed her lips to yours.

You felt more than heard her exhale softly through her nose, the warm air brushing against your cheek. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberry cheesecake; a chapstick Mindy had admitted to giving her after your first movie night. Her fingers curled in against your chest, and her nails left the most delicious sting.

Both of your hands slid under her shirt, resting on the warm skin of her waist. Your thumb accidentally brushed against one of her scars, leaving her to shiver above you only for a moment before she leaned further into you, her kiss now feverish. You tried it again, brushing your thumb over the scar with a gentleness you usually kept reserved. In return, her nails dug deeper into your chest and she lightly bit your bottom lip until you let out a small groan.

She leaned in to kiss you again as her hands left your chest. With the warmth gone, you wanted to pull them back until she grabbed your own hands. Your breath caught in your throat again as she guided your hands up her sides, pushing her shirt up until you could feel the lace of her bra. She let go of your hands before grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her own head, tossing it onto the blanket beside you.

You wanted her to sit up so you could look at her, admire every inch of skin currently exposed to you. The frat party had been so crazy, and you had both been so drunk, you hadn’t been able to even look at her. Then Sam had interrupted before you had gotten the chance. Now was the perfect time.

You tried to pull back, pushing her softly with your hands so you could see, but her hands quickly flew to your cheeks to hold you still. Her lips found yours again and refused to let you go. As much as you loved kissing her and feeling her hands on your skin, you just wanted to get the chance to see her every curve and freckle and scar.

“Let me see you,” you mumbled against her lips, but she was already shaking her head before you could finish.

“Just kiss me,” she said; she didn’t give you much of a choice before leaning in once again.

When her hands held your face a little tighter, you knew she wasn’t going to give in. And as much as you wanted to admire her, you would let her make the choices this time. Besides, there were other ways you could admire her. Your hands went around her back to find the clasp of her bra, and even though you were no professional, it only took you a little bit of fumbling before the straps fell down her shoulders.

Tara removed the useless bra as quickly as she had her shirt, and even though you tried to look at her for even a second, her hands found your face once again. It would have been comical how much she didn’t want you to see her if you hadn’t been so distracted with her soft skin against your fingertips.

With feather light touches, you dragged your fingers across her skin until you could brush your knuckles against the side of her breasts. She exhaled through her nose again, but you didn’t move. If she wouldn’t pull away long enough for you to look at her, then you weren’t going to make a move without her say so. You just wondered how long it would take her before she-

-a door slammed shut.

You sat up quickly, nearly knocking Tara off your lap in the process. With wide eyes, you looked around the empty room, scanning for the source of the noise. It had sounded like the outside door, but that didn’t make any sense. In all your years of visiting the abandoned building, no one had ever come in.

Titanic continued to play in the background.

“Should we-”

-you cut Tara off with a finger pressed to her lips. You did your best to tune out the movie, listening intently in the direction of the only open door of the building. Focus. It almost sounded like…

“Come on,” you whispered as you grabbed Tara’s hand and pulled her after you. You were still vaguely aware of the fact that she was topless, but as the footsteps came closer, you didn’t care. You could fix that after you pulled her into a closet with you.

The door clicked closed behind your back as you pushed Tara further into the empty equipment closet. You pulled your shirt over your head and handed it to her quickly before pressing your ear to the door, listening for any other sounds of an intruder. Once she had put your shirt on, you felt her body pressed up against yours, listening just as intently.

Through the door, you couldn’t hear footsteps, but you did hear the movie stop suddenly. Tara’s body shook slightly against yours, and you looked down to see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes were wide and she was holding her stomach. Where she got stabbed, your brain pieced together.

You continued to listen far after all sounds had vanished from the empty room. No footsteps, no movie, nothing moving around, nothing. Part of you was telling you to stay in the closet; there was no need for anyone to get killed. But you couldn’t stay in there forever…

“What are you doing?” Tara hissed when you grabbed the doorknob.

“I’m gonna make sure they’re gone,” you whispered back.

“Are you stupid?” She asked. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I grew up in the closet, Tara, I’m not gonna die in one too,” you shot back.

“Please don’t go out there,” she said softly as she reached out to grab your arm. “I don’t want you to go out there.”

The quiver of her bottom lip was enough to break your heart. Try as she might, you knew Tara was still scarred from Woodsboro, both physically and mentally. And you understood, you did, but someone had to be brave for the both of you. There was no way in hell you were going to make her go check for a murderer.

“I’ll be right back,” you said before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Promise.”

You didn’t give her time to argue with you before easing the door open slowly, closing it just as quietly once you were on the other side. Even just the few seconds with your back to the room was enough to have your pulse rushing so fast you were dizzy. But when you turned around, the room was as empty as you had left it.

Each potential hiding spot you knew of was empty. Not the other closets, or the hallway, or behind the bleachers pushed up against the wall. There was no one there, and that both made you feel better and more terrified. But with no one around, you needed to hurry and get Tara and get the hell out of there.

“It’s me,” you said through the door before Tara opened it quickly, throwing her arms around your neck and pressing herself into you.

“Let’s just get out of here,” she said quickly, and you only nodded in agreement before you went over to the pallet and started packing everything up.

It only took a few moments, but Tara was on edge the entire time. She tried to act like she was fine, but you could see the shake of her hands and the glazed over look in her eyes. She wasn’t fine by any means, and that was more than okay, but guilt started to crawl its way up your throat. She kept your shirt on, and you weren’t going to bring it up. Lucky for you, you always kept a jacket in your bag, and you quickly threw it on.

“I’m sorry,” you said once you finally dragged Tara out of the building and back onto the streets. Thankfully the sun was still out, or you swore she would have had a panic attack. “No one has ever come by before.”

“It’s fine,” she said quickly.

“Can I walk you home?” You asked.

She didn’t say anything, but grabbed your hand and held it tight. You took that as a yes and started making your way down the streets of New York, knowing how to get to her apartment by heart. It was a silent trip, but quick, and before you knew it you were standing on the stoop of her apartment building.

“I’m sorry again,” you repeated. “Guess I blew my chance, huh?”

“You didn’t blow it,” Tara said with a quiet sigh. “How about a do over?”

“Seriously?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah.” She smiled softly. “But no more abandoned buildings.”

“Deal,” you said with your own smile and a light chuckle. “I don’t even think I’m going back for my projector.”

“Get going before Sam sees you,” Tara said as she pushed lightly against your stomach. “I don’t think I can handle her scolding.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said while stepping backwards. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“If you’re lucky,” she said before turning around and walking into her apartment building without a second glance.

With a small smile to yourself, you turned around and started the long trek back to your own apartment. You would need to come up with something not quite so risky for the next date. There were only so many do overs she would grant you, and if you got cockblocked one more time, you were going to combust.

But third time’s the charm, right?

#tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader

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moronkombat · 11 months

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OOoo, one of the Lin Kuei trio being the father of the youngest princess's child! They meet during a covert mission before Bi-han becomes Grandmaster. Work together and stay in contact(somehow) before falling in love. By the time the story begins, the princess is carrying a tiny prince, but hasn't told them. As the symptoms grow, Sindel demands to know and the princess confesses, but begs not to tell anyone. She very reluctantly obliges, at least until the tournament is over. She does, however, send the pregnant princess to her trusted medical advisor, Shang Tsung.(Idk what his real position was, so let's go with this). Shang Tsung, seeing the opportunity, notes this for later. Which comes in very handy at the Ying Fortress, where the very same man appears.

And Idk how the three would react. I have ideas, but they don't feel that good. Smoke is terrified, Kuai Liang flies into a protective rage, and Bi-Han uses this to further out himself in 'the right'.

HCs of the Lin Kuei Bros being the father of the youngest Princess of Outworld's child as a result from a secret relationship tw: pregnacy, afab pronouns

Kuai Liang:

Kuai Liang was tasked with escorting you somewhere on behalf of Liu Kang

He's known you before then and has always found you to be beautiful and captivating but never had the opportunity to get to know you

Now that he does, Kuai Liang still feels a bit shy and reserved when it comes to approaching you

Well, since he is in charge with escorting you, he doesn't have much of a choice but to interact with you

Your romance is sweet and simple at first, very slow to build

You two share your first kiss well into the journey and your love for each other only continues to bloom

Soon enough, you two are left unburdened and get quite caught up in the moment of each other

The two of you end up having sex and Kuai Liang is so gentle with you

Kuai Liang makes love to you all throughout the night, the two of you sharing each others bodies many times throughout those hidden hours

You really should have figured something would have...happened because of your time together but still your pregnancy comes as a shock and you're scared

Kuai Liang had returned to Earthrealm after his mission and while you two were in contact, you couldn't see each other

You keep your pregnancy hidden for as long as you can but your mother, Sindel, knows something is wrong.

She is your mother, after all, and is educated in the signs of pregnancy so she discovered your secret all too quickly

Your mother demands to know who the father is and you tell her on the condition that she will not share the information

Her response to knowing Kuai Liang is the father is met with mixed emotions. If it had to be anyone out of Earthrealm, Kuai Liang is the best choice but still, she is displeased

Sindels can tell you need medical aid as you progress and so she has Shang Tsung oversee you. Shang Tsung is the only one she reveals the father to

Shang Tsung is, of course, amused by this and keeps this information close until it can be used to his advantage

The time comes, Kuai Liang has been subdued but he refused to relinquish his loyalty to Earthrealm

Shang Tsung realizes that Kuai Liang will forever defend Earthrealm so he choses to taunt him instead

He saunters up to him, smirking wry. "To think Kuai Liang from the Lin Luei will be viewed as a traitor..." Shang Tsung would kick his tongue while circling the helpless pyromancer

"Whatever will the precious princess think...the father of her child someone who wishes to see Outworld burn..."

Kuai Liang's head snaps towards the sorcerer, eyes wild and shocked. Shang Tsung relishes in his reaction, a chill twirling up his spine.

"Oh?" he feigns pity, "You didn't know? How unfortunate you had to find out this way..." His words are betrayed by his tone and viper like smile. "She'll be so sad when I tell her that her dear Kuai Liang has been a traitor all this time. Don't worry though, I'll take real good care of the princess."

As Shang Tsung chuckles, Kuai Liang rages within himself. He knows not if what the sorcerer says is true but he can't take the risk and not believe it. His priority is to survive and get to you, he must protect you from whatever Shang Tsung is planning. It's a fiery and bloody escape because now Kuai Liang has everything to lose.

He isn't sure how he will be as a father, he doesn't have time to think on it. He just needs to get to you and bring you somewhere safe. Somewhere he can protect you and the child you carry. He owes you that much.

Problem is, you are well protected and guarded by Shang Tsung who has conveniently kept you out of all the chaos that's ensuing

This cannot last, however, as Kuai Liang raises hell to find you and bring you some place else

The guards that Shang Tsung has employed are dispatched by Kuai Liang and his allies which terrifies you. You don't understand why this is happening

The moment Kuai Liang sees you, he rushes to you which causes you to flinch but he takes you into a hug and checks you over

Your confusion only grows as he lays a hand on your stomach. How does he know? That shouldn't be possible...

Kuai Liang promises he will explain everything but you need to leave with him right away

Though you have your doubts, you trust Kuai Liang and he takes you to someplace where you can remain hidden away from all this conflict

Kuai Liang still worries for you and your unborn child even with you hidden away.

The worry won't stop until this entire nightmare is over and he can remain at your side and begin a loving life with you

Tomas:

Tomas meets the princess during some negotiations between Outworld and Earthrealm that he attends as security to Liu Kang

He sees you and is instantly drawn to your beauty and grace

Finds himself smiling when he sees you, it goes hidden under his mask but his gaze lingers to you

Tomas is lucky that he doesn't have to simply admire you from afar

The two of you get to work together for something minor but Tomas is still grateful to be given the opportunity to get to know you better

His feelings are quick to develop and he often thinks about you when not next to your side

He's day dreamy and whimsical about it, telling his fellow Lin Kuei about you and how amazing you are

They all give him a knowing look and smile among themselves but Tomas doesn't get why

Tomas gives you compliments frequently and you notice the softness of his gaze which you find yourself blushing at

However you are painfully aware of the differences between you two

You are from Outworld and he is from Earthrealm. You are royalty and he a mere member of the Lin Kuei

The relationship between you two would not be approved of but you don't care

You invite Tomas to see you in private and there is where you kiss him and he is quick to reciprocate

He'd pick you up, throwing every item on the table onto the floor before laying you atop it

You two have wild and untamed sex as the feels you share for each other are made apparent

This happens quite frequently, the two of you calling "meetings" together

But Tomas cannot say in Outworld forever. He needs to go back to the Lin Kuie which leads to a tearful goodbye but the promise to stay connected

The two of you stay as connected as you can but you're unable to see each other

Soon ,though, you begin feeling sick and you come to find you you're carrying his child

This terrifies you and you do your best to keep it a secret but you just can't, you keep getting too sick

Sindel knows what's happening and she confronts you angrily. She demands to know who the father is and who dared touch her baby girl

You try to stay tightlipped but the pressure your mother puts on you is too much and you crack. You shout to her that Tomas is the father

Sindel is shocked. An Earthrealmer? A lesser member of the Lin Kuei? She's disappointed but there is little to be done except get you care

At first Sindel believes Tomas had taken advantage of you but you are quick to defend his character and plead your case. Sindel remains...unsure

You are referred to Shang Tsung who is made aware of the identify of the father. Soon it is also revealed that you are carrying twins

Shang Tsung finds great value in this information and plans to use it to his advantage which he ultimately does

He keeps you quite isolated from your family and what is currently happening in Outworld. All for your "protection" of course

When the famous Lin Kuei brothers arrive, he is all too giddy in waiting to expose the truth. Shang Tsung may not be able to tell Tomas directly but the message is relayed to him.

Shang Tsung would congratulate Kuai Liang and Bi-Han on becoming uncles soon which is met with curiosity. Through a toothy smirk, he goes onto reveal that Tomas has been quite the "naughty boy" in sullying the precious young princess of Outworld. Bi-Han is not amused and angered at Tomas' insolence but Kuai Liang worries for his adopted brother.

Kuai Liang reaches Tomas and the wielder of smoke notices his brother's panic.

"Kuai Liang? What's wrong?" Tomas would ask, holding onto his brother's shoulder.

The pyromancer tries to explain but he is breathless and unsure of how to break the news. "Tomas...the princess...is it true?"

Tomas looks upon his brother fearful and guilty. He drops his gaze for a moment before a sigh fills his chest with air. "I...Kuai Liang what is going on?"

His brother just looks to him before revealing what Shang Tsung had told him and Tomas can no longer feel his legs. He shakes, he crumbles, falling to the floor if it not for Kuai Liang catching him.

The terror he feels, the absolutory anguish, Tomas looks so desperately towards his brother. "We need to find her. Brother, we need to."

As Tomas clings to Kuai Liang for strength, the pyromancer offers his comfort to the trembling younger brother. "We will, Tomas. We will. But we need to get out of here before anything else. If we don't then there's little hope for the future."

Although he does not wish to do this, he must. Tomas agrees and leaves with Kuai Liang to formulate a plan to rescue you from Shang Tsung's capture.

You miss Tomas so dearly and feel so trapped alone in Shang Tsung's care

When you ask the guards for news of what's happening they lie to you and you know it

But what is there for you to do? You're stuck here and in a vulnerable state

That is why you are so surprised when you hear a rough commotion happening around you

Is someone attacking? You ready yourself with whatever tool you can but when the door opens you are filled with happiness

Tomas stands there, panting and out of breath but still he runs to you and engulfs you in a hug

You return the gesture and Tomas is quick in his explanation that you need to get out of here

When there is brief moment of calm, Tomas would tell you all that happens. He also says he know you are pregnant with his child and you freeze

He reassures you. Tomas tells you not to worry one bit. He says that once this is all over the two of you will be together and that he is excited to be having a family with you

Bi-Han:

The first time Bi-Han laid eyes on you, the breath held in his lungs leave him

He sees you sitting on a throne behind your mother but all he can really focus on is you alone

You are beautiful, you are graceful and Bi-Han's thoughts begin to scold him for being distracted

But he can't help it. His eyes continue to drift to you even when he tries to look away

He continues to think about you and he begins to wonder what it would be like if you were to give a smile to him

Eyes drop his palm and it feels so...empty, cold. These thoughts threaten to engulf him but Bi-Han is quick to shake his head a and throw his hand back to his side

Bi-Han is so frustratingly annoyed with himself. Why can't he stop thinking about you?

If only he could stop thinking for a moment. Would the images of you in his dreams finally disappear? Would he truly want that?

Bi-Han is so crudely interrupted when he hears the voice he's thought about so much call out his name

There you stand, graceful and poised and Bi-Han feels like a fool caught in your light

He tells himself he should rebuff you, tell you that he is busy but he does not

This leaves room for he two of you to speak, well, it's mostly you speaking with Bi-Han giving hummed responses

Yet, the relationship continues and soon Bi-Han thinks about what it would be like to hold your hand, to hold your heart

Never has he loved, never had he even dreamed of it but now, it is all he is when he is with you

Bi-Han is restrained, determined to keep his affection for you hidden but he would not be so lucky

You draw it out of him with a chaste kiss to his cheek. A thank you to him for keeping you company

As you turn to leave Bi-Han has grabbed your wrist without him even realizing it

When he does he mutters out an apology and moves to release you but you don't let him

Instead, you hold his hand before placing your palm and fingers against his

Bi-Han is immobilized, captured in all that is you but that's alright because you will lead the way

Your lips brush, a ghost of a kiss before you truly feel his against yours

Bi-Han struggles with how to respond. He is unsure of what to do and merely stand there as if made of stone

You smile to him and tell him you wish to do this again. While Bi-Han is unable to speak he does nod

The rest is simply history as they say. Your relationship continues, you but sinners left in secrets

It takes time but Bi-Han begins to open himself to such a vulnerability that is to be with someone

The two of you end up making love in the garden, under a night full of beautiful stars

It is the first time for both of you and it is so special. His hand is locked with yours throughout it all

The love between you two goes unsaid but it needn't need to be verbalized

Yet, when Bi-Han must depart back to Earthrealm, both of you are crushed

It is a tragic yet passion filled goodbye. The two of you have sex once again

The both of you are so caught up in this moment of love, passion and mourning that him finishing so much inside you goes forgotten

Unfortunately, even if you hadn't paid attention to it, you can't deny the consequences of it

You know quickly that you are pregnant with Bi-Han's child but you want to hide it

The secrecy of your pregnancy is relatively successful for awhile but your mother, Sindel, begins to see the signs

She confronts you, saying she knows that you are pregnant and that you can't hide something like that from your own mother

You end up breaking down, dropping to your knees and crying. You say that you are sorry and Sindel comforts you

Through tears you confess that Bi-Han is in fact the father and Sindel is considerably upset by this

Sindel has never enjoyed Bi-Han, finding him to be too brash and impulsive but she keeps her opinions to herself as she holds her crying daughter

Shang Tsung is charged with overseeing your medical appointments and when he learns the identity of the father he is, indeed, intrigued

When tensions begin to rise, Shang Tsung promises Sindel that he will keep you safe and protect you but this leads you being cut off from basically all that is happening

During your time in isolation you discover you are pregnant with a son and you are happy. You hope your son looks just like Bi-Han but Shang Tsung has other plans for this information

Bi-Han lies on his knees, chained like a dog. How he wishes to rip the flesh from his capture's bones...Well, he has once wanted that but then Shang Tsung begins speaking honeyed words that hit right Bi-Han right where it should.

He could make the Lin Kuei so much greater...so much more than what it is. Finally his clan would be recognized as it should be. Bi-Han mules over the promises and Shang Tsung can see right through Bi-Han's thoughts.

Shang smiles to himself and it is a wicked smirk he hides. This is the moment he has been waiting for. The information regarding that cute little princess he's been watching over.

"And of course...there is the matter of the princess' pregnancy..." There it is, Bi-Han's brows raising, his eyes panicking with such desperation.

"Oh? You hadn't been made aware? The princess is going have child...a son." Shang adds in just to cut deeper into Bi-Han's will.

Bi-Han stiffens noticeably and while he attempts to keep himself composed he knows he so close to falling apart. The deal had already been tempting. To bring Lin Kuei power and glory already had Bi-Han ready to agree but now...

He thinks about to you. He remembers your smile, the softness of your touch...You're pregnant. You're pregnant with his son. Bi-Han is plagued by visions of you holding a small baby. You smile and look to him, you appear so...happy. Thoughts play stories in front of his eyes. You are alone now, you will give birth to your son alone...He isn't there for you.

No. That will not happen. Bi-Han had already been convinced to join Shang Tsung with this revelation his conviction is unwavering. Once he is finished here, he will see you again. He'll be able to take care of you and provide you a strong home to raise your son. Both of you will be protected.

That's how it should have gone but Kuai Liang had bested him and taken him further away from you

Bi-Han is furious with his brother and refuses to cooperate in any sort of way with him or Liu Kang

Bi-Han is anguished over being apart from you, being kept away from you

The word of Bi-Han betrayal spreads to Outworld and you rescued from Shang Tsung's care but members of the Umgadi

They tell you all of what has happened and you are heartbroken and you begin to cry so deeply that no one can console you

It is almost too much for you to handle. Your mother has been killed and the father of your child has joined forces with the enemy

Your sisters and the return of your departed father comfort you but you still long to see Bi-Han again and try to help him come back from this corruption

Bi-Han also longs to see you and it is a top priority for you to be with him

He knows you are well protected but Bi-Han will not give up on you or your son

The two of you will meet again. You will embrace one another in time. It's all a matter of how and who gets to who first

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Warning! This chapter focus on mental health struggles and body image issues (depression and ed) It’s a little dark so if that is at all potentially triggering to you please be advised and do not interact.

Chapter 20 - Miss Mama | ‘Ours’

“She’s okay? God, please tell me she’s okay.” Trent asked in a voice that was heart wrenching. Lauren felt her heart shatter listening to him sound so meek and broken.

“Erm… physically so so, emotionally, T, I’ll be honest it’s not good. I know she fucked up but this isn’t good for you two to be apart. I’m worried.” Lauren croaked out. “I’m here with her now but….” She tried to begin to provide some sort of update but Trent cut her off.

“I need her to be okay, Lauren. I can’t have her like this. I need her. She… She’s my whole world. I am nothing without her. I’m so worried. I was the one that caused all of this. I need her to be okay.” He started to cry. Lauren could hear the gasps for air and sniffles through the phone. “I.. God, I l..love her so much.” Trent began to stutter interspersed between his tears. Lauren hadn’t really ever heard him cry but she understood wholeheartedly how upset he must’ve felt because she was feeling pretty much the same way.

“I know… I know you do, T. I think she needs to come home. She needs you. Seriously, I know you guys have a lot to unpack after what’s happened but being away from you, from Teddy… it’s killing her. She’s… she’s not well.” Lauren didn’t know how to describe or even articulate your current state. You were gaunt, your face didn’t have the glow it did when you were with him or your baby. Lauren had seen this version of you before though unfortunately. She hadn’t seen it in years but she’d never forget it. Since Trent entered your life there had been an incandescence about you. Sure, you had dips, everyone does but he was there now to hold you through it all. She recalled an ability you had that she hated to morph your body to completely display your emotional state. Your mental condition contorting into a physical one. “T…” Lauren whimpered, starting to cry. “This isn’t the first time this has happened, I know she’s told you. You’ve been so good for her, you’ve changed her whole outlook on life, you treat her the way she deserves to be treated. I’m just worried because this isn’t the first time I’ve had to do this.” Lauren took a deep breath.

“I am made for her. I know that. That is my purpose. I am supposed to take care of her and cherish her and I was mad, I was upset but I don’t want this. I never wanted to be the one to kick off something like this. God, I’m going fucking mad, here. Why did I let her leave like that ... .Wait, wait, hold on, do what, Laur?” Trent paused his momentary rant to get Lauren to clarify.

“Winnie told me about the first time. I hadn’t met Y/N yet. She just was so sick. She wasn’t taking care of herself. I know you already know about these things, I don’t have to relay it all to you again. Honestly, I can barely talk about it. I don't want to have to do this anymore” Lauren’s body shuddered remembering other time’s that she’s been in this very situation. “I’ve watched her destroy herself. She lets herself wither away. I've seen it again and again and I thought we were done. I thought that you’d be the person that finally brought her some peace and seeing her like this again… it’s breaking me. When I came into the apartment… god” Lauren continued to cry, her heart hurting thinking about her best friend struggling to see what everyone around her saw. You were beautiful, inside and out and not in a cliche way, in a way that was indisputable and breathtakingly refreshing. Trent’s stomach dropped. He actually thought he might’ve blacked out while Lauren continued talking. “She’s okay, she’s safe and asleep but she just really doesn’t want to lose you, she couldn’t handle it.” You didn’t always have the strength to push past the type of destruction you’d inflict on yourself over the years but there was something that Trent was able to do that gave you hope, gave you moments of truly feeling love and value. Lauren believed in you. You could be strong but losing Trent was not something she wanted you to have to ever endure. That was your person. The one that was created and cut, defined and detailed just for you.

“Get her back to me, Lauren. I need her. I am not losing her. You will not lose her. This is stopping now. Whatever you need, just get her back home to me. I’m going to take care of her, I promise.” Trent said sternly. This was over. Being apart was over. Honestly, Trent wanted to just fly to New York right now but he couldn’t because he had a match. He wanted to say fuck football. Trust, he never said that and meant it but he did right now. He knew you’d be mad if he did it and he knew it would cause a stir so he bestowed all his trust in Lauren to get you to him.

As you laid in your bed, Trent was unavoidable in your dreams. He was everywhere. You cried in your sleep. Missing him. You couldn’t get up when your eyes began to flutter open, god knows how much longer later. Enough for Lauren to have your next 24 hours already planned out for you at the least. Your body was paralyzed by the crushing weight feeling as if you ruined your impending marriage and family over a stupid night out you took too far. The tears kept falling. In retrospect, you’re not sure they had stopped for the past few days. You were amazed you had any left in your tear ducts. You thought about how beautiful Trent was and how, in a nearly impossible way, what you created together, Teddy, your baby, was even more beautiful. You could hear their laughs echoing in your head in the most cynical mockery of what you were missing. You missed them so much.

You were filled with a mix of fear, regret, anxiety, heartache, and anticipation when Lauren got you back to your house. You felt your body go cold as you approached your once incredibly warm front door. Lauren stayed outside calling Jude for her own moral support that she needed. You were in a haze but this was really difficult on her as well. You punched in the front door’s code and heard the lock turn and shift. You grabbed the handle and pushed. The smell of your house hit you like a freight train. You could’ve physically fallen over with the amount of memories that flooded your mind at the scent. You covered your face with your hands for a moment and took a deep breath trying to compose yourself. You dropped your bag and your Rimowa at the door just the way you hated Trent did. The alarm beep rang through the house alerting that a door had opened. The sound was like catnip. You heard the pitter patter of bare feet running clumsily on the hardwood floors. Around the corner swung the most perfect little girl. Her hair laid flat pulled into a bun with a few ringlet curls escaping. She had a light pink shirt on dragging a bear on the ground behind her with one arm holding its paw in her hand. You started to cry immediately.

“Mama!” Teddy cried. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Her initial excitement of who was at the front door halted by the surprise of how much she missed you. This was so unfair to her. You sat on the floor and pulled her into your embrace engulfing her. You sobbing along with her.

“My baby. I missed you so much. I love you so much. I’m so sorry mummy was away. I’m so sorry, baby.” You pressed your lips to her hair and shut your eyes tight. She didn't really understand why you'd been away but boy was she happy to see you. You never wanted to let go of this little girl. Teddy continued to weep but she slowed eventually. Your hold of her only seeming to get tighter though as she fell into shorter breaths and sounds of hiccups

“Miss my mama.” She cooed talking into your shirt. You squeezed her that much tighter. Your hand running over her head before you loosened your hold to be able to look at her. You pressed her nose against hers. “Mama no sad.” She whimpered, being able to see how visibly upset you were. It hadn’t actually been more than 72 hours that all this unfolded but you felt like she managed to grow up somehow. She was so emotionally attuned and intelligent. She nuzzled her face into the nape of your neck comforted by your smell and you by hers.

“Oh baby, I know, I know you missed mama. I missed you so much. I’m not sad, I’m just so happy to see my little Teddy bear, yeah? Were you good for daddy?” The question just fell out like a habit. You shut your eyes barely able to process saying his name to her. It was then you heard ‘daddy’s’ footsteps coming to stand close but what still felt far away watching you in the foyer. He could tell immediately you’d lost weight in the span of days. The curve of your shoulder looked different, your cheekbones just a little more defined.

“Dada! Mama home!” Teddy pulled away from you and turned around to Trent to tell him the exciting news. He nodded with a smile at her, not looking at you. You weren’t sure if this would be all that exciting of news to him. Nevertheless, you got yourself up on shaky legs. He came over to you in what felt like slow motion. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry. He hated when you cried and you didn’t want to upset him more but you thought you might seeing his gorgeous face again. You had no idea where the two of you stood. He said he was done but you were back home by Lauren's guidance for the sake of your daughter. She didn’t want to do any of the talking for Trent, she was simply acting as a delivery woman. Trent extended one arm out to you. His big hand grabbing the back of your neck harshly, almost aggressively pulling your sylphlike body into his strong one. He brought his other arm around you slipping low across the small of your back the way he usually did. It was a bone crushing embrace. You felt his chest tremble and then he sniffed in harshly as he began to cry. You made him cry. You shut your eyes, extending the persistence of the horrible feelings you’d had for days.

“I love you.” You whispered, tucking your face against his neck. Your nose flattened against his soft skin. Teddy stood quietly holding onto your leg not ready to let go. Lauren snuck into the house quietly and grabbed her. “I’m sorry.” you whimpered barely audible. You took a deep breath reveling in the feeling of his warm hold, relief and fear concomitantly falling over you.

“Don’t fucking ever leave us again. Your home, your place in this world is right here in my arms with our little girl. We cannot survive without you here. Do you understand me?” Trent cooed with a stern but shaky voice keeping you tight to his chest. You nodded as your pervasive tears returned. More and more falling the longer he held you. “We love you. God, fuck… I am so in love with you Y/N. Please don’t ever leave me. No matter how much I push, no matter what’s happening, you cannot leave.” He pleaded begging you more than he was instructing you.

“I don’t want to leave, I don’t want you to not want me anymore. I want to come home, T. You’re the love of my life. You’re the only way I’m able to breathe.” You placed your hand over your heaving chest because your heart began to hurt so badly.

“You can’t go anywhere else. Not letting you.” He said with a desperate release of air. Your other hand’s nails dug into his cotton t-shirt covering his back. You let him cry, loosening your claw and rubbing circles with your hand on his lower back whilst the other moved off your chest to gently scratch his scalp until he was able to calm down.

“You never cry…” You made the observation giving him a sad smile in between gasping breaths. You wiped the tears under his eyes gently. Guilt and empathy running down your face.

“You’re worth crying for, baby.” he cupped your cheek. The heartfelt way he said baby to you returning, stilling your racing mind. He looked into your eyes and you felt everything around you disappear. Every worry, every physical thing around you vanishing, only him left. He kissed you and it was like someone restarted your whole nervous system. The cogs in your brain began turning again, the blood in your body began to pump again, your heart began beating again, the color began to rush back into your cheeks. “You owe me a few days of kisses, yeah? Teddy too. She’s desperate, apparently I’m not the same as mama.” He cooed, pulling away momentarily letting you know the work that laid ahead of you before returning his lips to their rightful place on yours.

“Oh no…” you couldn’t help but giggle picturing the conversations they must’ve had. Your lips curling into a toothy smile inadvertently pulling them off his. Listening to the two of them together was precious, you could only imagine what they were saying when they were alone. It made your heart swell seeing those two identical faces together. “What’d she say?” you asked curious to hear about the exchange.

“Nah, she had me running, you know? I felt like she knew the game she was playing as well. Dada want this, dada up, dada quiet. Just command after command and then in swept the critiques.” You smiled seeing his eyes light up recalling their days and Teddy’s hold over him.

“No mama does!” She rattled off squirming away as he attempted to do her hair after he placed her on his lap in front of him in a mirror in her room.

“I know she’s the best at it but can you let daddy do it today?” He asked her politely. He pulled her curls back into the best bun he could manage. Brushing it slicked back. She furrowed her brow at the finished product. He looked at her trying to make out why she wasn’t happy. He thought he did a good job.

“Bow! Dada bow, please.” She looked at him back through the mirror like he was dumb pressing her palm onto his thigh. Obviously, he forgot a bow. How did he not know that? He placed it and sighed. He kissed her cheek and plopped her on her own two feet.

“Are we hungry this morning? I am. I’m thinking we have the toastie you like.” Trent cooed looking at her as they walked down the hall inspecting his handiwork on her hair trying to find a flaw that warranted her disgruntled response. Teddy replied with a simple ‘yuck’ keeping her gaze fixed ahead focused on her tiny steps. “What why? What do you want then?” He asked inquisitively with a bit of a smile. It was hard not to laugh at her developing personality. He held her hand but let her navigate the grand staircase in your house roughly by herself.

“Mama.” She responded to him confidently and calmly knowing not what she wanted to eat but very certain she’d prefer you to be there to make it for her.

“Yeah, well same…” Trent exhaled, inspecting the empty refrigerator he knew you usually filled with all the things you knew he and Teddy liked. It was the little things you did that had disappeared in front of his eyes now missing them tremendously in a day's time.

“I mean… it wasn’t good, baby.” His smile faded as he recalled the last couple days that were filled with some cute moments but more so difficult ones.

“Baby?” You asked, interested if that’s where you stood now. Were you on good terms? One of the last times he said it it really stung.

“Yeah, my baby. Forever but we really need to talk.” He spoke to you softly before taking your hand and guiding you into the cinema. It made you nervous hearing the door shut behind you. The noise reminding you the room had sound proof walls. God, you hoped this wasn’t going to be another loud fight like the one that transpired in your kitchen where you’d need those walls.

“I know we’re talking and it’s serious but…” You took a deep breath and tried to fight back tears. You sat on opposite sides of the couch in the room awkwardly as if you had just met. You looked at him with a pout and puppy dog eyes. “I’m scared and I really need you. Can you just hold me please?” You whimpered out, quite pathetic.

“C’mere, pretty girl. This is where you’re supposed to be, yeah?” He smiled softly, loving hearing that you needed him, that he was a comfort to you. You relaxed in his arms, relieved that was the vibe and not you two raising your voices. You laid your head on his shoulder. Trent hugged you tightly and you couldn’t hold back the tears that began to run down your face. You bawled his shirt in your fists.

“T… Who was that in the photos?” You sheepishly asked, unable to keep it inside anymore. You wanted to get what felt like the hard bit out of the way. You were lying to yourself and using him as a scapegoat. This wasn’t the hard part by a long shot. No matter his answer, there was a massive elephant in the room and it was you but you couldn’t shake the photos online of him and that woman. The thought of someone else, another girl spending time alone with him. Her somehow becoming his best friend. Him choosing her over you.

“Baby…” He drew out the pet name, saddened you’d seen the photos and imagined something completely incorrect.

“If you did, I’d understand.” You cut him off before he even answered you, excusing an action he didn’t do. He dropped his head back against the couch frustrated this was still where you were at, that things didn’t magically change when you walked back into the house. You believed he could treat you like that and it would be an okay thing, something you might’ve deserved.

“Stop. I didn’t do anything. It was George’s cousin. Baby… we gotta work through this. You need to understand I’m committed to you. This is why I met with her. You need…” He trailed off feeling awkward and terrible for what he was about to say. “ You need help.” He muttered out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for it all, T, the final, New York. I never wanted to hurt you.” You apologized earnestly.

“You didn’t hurt me, I mean you did but I’m more concerned about you hurting yourself. I was scared. I know Lauren told Jude not to but baby, we’re all really worried. They both told me about what happened in the apartment in New York…” He sighed hating that you were even having to have this conversation. You exhaled his name, defeated feeling the same. “Nah, I don’t want a defense or excuse. I can’t lose you.” He tried to deter you from the innate need to defend yourself.

“Before Wembley… I don’t know. I got too drunk and I was alone and I got sad. It was a one off.” You had no ground to stand on, any reasoning would’ve been illogical but you felt the words jumbled rolling off your tongue.

“It’s not. When Lauren visited, you got so sad, baby. It’s just not, you’ve said it’s happened before. Your dad told me, Winnie’s told me, Lauren’s told me. It might not be happening in front of me but it’s happening. Baby, I get that it…” He tried to keep talking to you but you gave him a face you gave to a lot of people. A facade of interest. A mask being pulled in front of your face, the elastic band snapping behind your head securing it. “Don’t…” he reprimanded you knowing it all too well. “Fine, I can’t understand but I imagine it’s hard to talk about. I’m scared. I’ll be the one to say it, alright? I’m fucking scared, Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted to you. Feeling like he failed by doing so. “We need to go to a doctor. I don’t mean this derogatorily I just think someone could help. I'm out of my depth here. I don’t want anything to happen to you. To my Y/N. To my baby’s mum.” He defeatedly let out. You could feel his heart racing pressed against you. You had so much to say but nothing would come out. You cuddled into him, laying your head on his chest. “I love you so much.” He whispered, breathing you in. Transitioning from sheer desperation to admiration for your body in his hands right now. Jesus Christ, what had happened? In a weird way he began to wonder if he felt like he had used you. “Am I making things worse?” He questioned you terrified of your potentially heartbreaking answer. You shook your head ‘no.’ Why didn’t this stuff go on in front of him? The inability to keep up with a golden boy wasn’t the problem but it was hard to not feel downtrodden. Trent was empathetic, he could hear it in the way you cried in the kitchen before you left.

'You expect me to be this perfect version 24/7 but I’m not. I’m not!” You kept crying. “I’m sorry. Fuck! I’m sorry, I’m trying but I can’t be like you, okay?” You whimpered, feeling defeated and broken.'

You didn’t really blame Trent for being good at well… life. Instead, you felt a crushing amount of guilt and shame for not simply being enough. The inability to measure up not to him but for him. You felt so tender in his arms like if he moved suddenly or too rough you’d break or bruise. He thought about the way he had sex with you, the way he uprooted you to England, the way he got you pregnant. He felt horrible that he inflicted so much on you physically. He just wanted to take care of you but alternatively, you’d never felt less used. The exact scenarios he was recalling flashed through your mind in the most blissfully painful way. You shut your eyes again. You wouldn’t change a thing, a lie, maybe a few things on your end but overall, no. His hands on you felt alleviating and comforting all the time. Even if he was fucking you roughly, even if you were jet lagged flying places to see him, even the grueling process of labor was fine all because he was there.

“Thank you for caring.” You muttered out embarrassingly honestly, finally finding some words that you felt wholeheartedly would be good to start with. Trent’s heart, if it hadn’t already when he saw you come back into your house, it surely did just completely shatter. He kissed your hair and then over your ear before whispering to you.

“I will always care about you. More than you could ever understand. I will do anything for you…” he paused and let out a breathy sigh. “Anything.” The warmth of his breath, the drag of his lips moving down your skin sent a shiver running up your spine.

“T, we shouldn't, it's too soon.” You moaned feeling his lips cascade down the length of your jaw. The mood in the room shifting in slow motion. He didn’t mean to, it just was instinctual. His big hands moving the fabric of your top further and further up, finding more and more of your bare skin. You pushed yourself back into him, rolling your head to the side. Telling him one thing out loud and asking for something completely different silently.

“It’s fine. We’re fine, baby. We’re gonna be fine.” He rattled off, not able to think very clearly lost in a very thick haze feeling your body again.

“We can’t do this, T. I have more to say.” You whined, not meaning half the words you said. You definitely wanted to do this but you also did have more to say. He had no control at this point and you hated that it turned you on so much. His desire for you would always trump any sense of reasoning you had. You couldn’t stop him because the sensations running through you were invincible. The physical attraction and the sexual desire between you would always pull you back together.

“No, no, this is going to be really good. I fucking need you. I missed you so much..” You turned towards him with a desperate look on your face. Your eyes filled with lust. Trent could get hard off the look on your face alone but feeling you again, touching you again was setting him off. He pulled you into a messy make out gripping your face before pushing you backwards onto more of the couch crawling over you. “We need this. You need this.” He whispered, breathing you in and moving his kisses to your neck. You kept him close to you pulling him to you by his face. His hands dropped to your waist. He was right, you needed this, you needed him. His soft warm hands pushed your shirt up to feel more of you.

“I love you, baby.” You murmured your lips unable to not pull into a smile. He sighed into the crook of your neck hearing you say that. You brought your legs to wrap around him digging your heels into his back. You couldn’t think about anything else but him for the last few days and right now was no different.

“I love you so much.” He cooed and his voice never sounded more caring and honest. He spoke into your warm skin, kissing them into the most sensitive part of your neck. The whole thing feels more intimate than ever. Love filling the room to the brim. He reached between you and looped the two layers of his boxer and trousers pulling both off. He revealed his tone v line and you let out an embarrassing moan, you taking your own clothes off swiftly. He pulled away from you and looked at your bare body. You felt so naked and vulnerable, he could sense your nerves. He tilted your face towards his holding your cheek. “What are you being shy about? It’s just me, yeah?” He waited for you. You nodded pulling him back into a kiss. You sighed in the kiss dragging your nails up his chest. He repositioned his body over yours and dragged the tip of his leaking cock through your folds.

“T… please, I need you.” You whined. He smiled happy you were back to your normal comfortable self with him. He slowly eased into your dripping wet pussy. You moaned as Trent treaded carefully moving slowly inside. His face fell into your neck groaning at the feeling of you wrapping around him. He moved slowly but precisely. Your nails dug into his back as he kissed your skin. Each stroke loving and thoughtful. He picked up his pace though lost in the feeling.

“You feel so good, baby.” He grunted pushing your thigh up further to your side, hitting deeper inside you. The grip of his fingers on you dug into your soft thigh. He found the spot inside you only knew, only for him, only for you, repeatedly

“Baby, oh my god, T. I missed you. I’m so sorry. I love you.” You were unable to stop your babbles. Tears began to fill your waterline.

“Don’t be. I love you. You’re here with me. Be here with me. Fuck, you feel so good. Let me take care of you” He inhaled a sharp breath. His dimples s sank into cheeks as he gave a sincerely sad and sympathetic smile. “Tell me your mine, baby.” He murmured continuing to thrust into in a way that was so euphoric your tears began to fall. His voice was breathy against your ear feeling the same amount of emotion you were feeling. The weight of his body on top of yours feeling like nothing compared to the weight lifting off you two. Your orgasm approached faster and faster, minute after minute. He bit onto your earlobe and tugged, grabbing your attention.

“I’m yours, Trent. I’m always gonna be yours.” You whimpered. His mahogany eyes poured back into yours. He felt his heart skip a beat when you pulled him back down into a kiss. He fucked you harder with a harsh grunt juxtaposed by the sweetest kiss to the bridge of your nose. Your hand dragged down from behind his neck down the protruding veins of his arms until you reached the rigid texture of the Patek Phillipe watch he had wrapped on his wrist. The knot in your stomach tightened. It only took a few more mind numbing thrusts before Trent’s head dropped into your neck. Your climax erupting inside of you, your vision going white. His cock throbbed inside of you, beginning to paint your walls. You moaned ‘I love yous’ simultaneously. You felt him pouring into you. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. You hid your face against him. He slowed and you felt your bottom lip quiver against his skin. An uncontrollable sob escaped you. Your emotions bubbled over once more. Trent pulled out as gently as he could. He rolled off of you but was swift pulling you back into him. You clung to him crying.

“I’m right here.” He whispered, pulling you that much closer to him and yet it wasn’t close enough. You wanted to be completely surrounded by him. “Can you look at me, baby?” He sounded so worried. You shook your head ‘no.’ “Y/N…” He grabbed your face gently and turned you towards him. “I need to know you’re okay.” He asked softly. More tears escaped.

“I’m okay… just love you so much, T.” You pouted up at him and you felt his tense hold relax. “I love you.” He pressed a wet kiss to your cheek the way you always pretended to hate but secretly loved. You wiped his wet spit off of you and giggled. Trent felt relief wash over him when he heard his favorite sound in the world.

“Oh wow… so mummy and daddy are… fine.” Lauren laughed carrying Teddy past the cinema minutes okay from upstairs into the kitchen. She was currently FaceTiming Jude biding her time while watching Teddy for you and Trent to ‘talk.’ “I think they’re fine. I mean they’re fucking so it’s either a really good thing or a really bad thing.” She laughed. Hoping for the first option. “Should we make you some lunchtime, hmm?” She cooed to the little girl in her arms while Teddy eagerly nodded trying to grab hold of her phone curious about Jude on the other end.

“You’re good with kids, Laur.” Jude spoke through her phone with a cheeky smile seeing her so attentive and kind to Teddy.

“I think I’m just good with Teddy. She's chill so it doesn’t really count. I know this is how it works but she’s the perfect blend of them. All the best things I like rolled into the cutest, squishiest, baby girl in the whole world!” Lauren sang in a soft voice, pinching at Teddy’s tummy. Her squeal shrieking through the phone, Jude blinking his eyes a few times, taken aback by her response to Lauren.

“All done mama!” Teddy yelled as you met them in the kitchen, flush. You pressed a kiss to Teddy's hair on your way to get the water you needed desperately before attending to her. She had finished eating the lunch Lauren kindly had made for her.

“Good girl.” You cooed with a smile. Lauren sat with a smug look on her face as she waited for the inevitable late entrance of Trent, who, when he did stride in, looked absolutely fucking elated.

“Dada miss mama,” Teddy told you as she saw Trent enter. It was an over simplified way saying Trent had really missed you. He sadly and softly smiled at you hearing her. Your heart broke a little that she’d been able to piece it together, that she could sense Trent’s sad mood.

“Mummy loves you so much.” He’d reassure her feeling completely unsure of what was going on in your relationship.The few nights you were away Trent would tuck Teddy in as she cried. Teddy would fall asleep only comforted by Trent babbling on little stories and tidbits about you, how perfect you were, how much you likely missed her. They’d watch videos of you and he’d melt. “Want to see something baby? Want to see the day I met mummy?” He laughed remembering a specific video he had on his phone, he wanted to watch. Teddy nodded tiredly, adjusting to the new routine activity. He was a little embarrassed he even had it but it made him remember a really good time despite things being so bad right now. You likely didn’t even know this video existed. He kept it in a locked folder on his phone primarily where all your nudes and let’s say spicer videos lived. He smiled seeing you like that. Vulnerable, needy for him and in love. You looked gorgeous. He dragged his thumb over the screen. He just wanted to feel your soft skin again as he carefully picked the video of you out of the roll making sure not to pick the wrong one before he showed Teddy. It was a video Marcel had sent around in a snapchat which seemed mundane at the time. He remembered Jude teasing him about it the following day as you laid on his chest, experiencing a new warm feeling of comfort. The video was strangely endearing, like you could see your connection in real time. Energy and force pushing you together. The earth letting out a sigh of relief finally getting two people that were meant to be connected.

“Mama pwety.” Teddy looked up at him cuddling a plush bear with big sleepy eyes as they looked at the thumbnail before he pressed play. He nodded at her. “Yeah, you have the most beautiful mummy in the world.” He confirmed to your daughter with a sigh before he hit play. Hearing your coquettish laugh in the video cozying up to him in a club years ago just about sent him into cardiac arrest. It hurt. God, did it hurt.

“Oh, I missed you both lots.” You cooed, kissing her. She smiled, little dimples indenting in her cheeks. A very visual confirmation she was Trent’s little girl. You’ve said it before but you were comedically jealous of the genetics Teddy was inheriting from him.

“More plebs!” Teddy screamed, grabbing for you. “Mama, miss!” She giggled loving that you were back and really loving your kisses, kicking her feet in her chair. She greedily hummed. “Lub my mummy.” She squealed excitedly. You wanted to cry but you didn’t want to stop kissing her to so you held off.

“Mummy gives the best kisses, huh?” Trent cooed, bending over in front of Teddy to plant a kiss on your cheek with a hum.

“You’d know…” Lauren quipped cheekily eliciting a proud augh from Trent and a raised eyebrow from you.

When Teddy eventually got sleepy you brought her upstairs for sleep. You went to her nursery and you pouted seeing that Trent had nestled one of your softest jumpers in her crib, the smell of you still lingering. There was a little framed photo of your family moved from its original place propped closer for her to see. You started crying so hard you had to sit down. You couldn’t believe you put your child through this, you couldn’t believe you put Trent through this. Trent came upstairs and you met him in your bedroom after you had calmed yourself down on your own. He held you in bed in a close cuddle.

“I can’t remember ever going to bed without saying goodnight before. I hated this so much, baby.” You whispered into the dark room as he caressed your warm skin under a tiny camisole you had on.

“We’re never doing this again. I’m sorry I got so upset.” He cooed behind the shell of your ear pressing his lips against you. You both stayed awake in a warm cuddle. You didn’t know what time it was but it as the color of sky outside fell into that warm navy color, you’d guess around 4 am though.

“Do you still want to marry me?” You asked after a few hours of not talking, just happy to be back in his arms and good graces. Neither of you wanted to fall asleep but not out of worry, but out of comfort. You didn’t want to lose the cognizance of his presence, what he felt like, what he smelt like.

“Not a single second went by where I ever questioned that, okay?” He hummed. You smiled through a pout. You’d hope that was true. He meant it though. He didn’t waver in his commitment to you. He told Tyler he had no plans of leaving you. Through all of this it didn’t even pop in his head you would call off the marriage. Maybe he was angry and didn’t like how things currently were but not have you, not marry you? Never. You turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back and shut his eyes, getting tired, not being able to keep them open anymore. You let him rest but you stayed awake inspecting his features. You brought your hand up to his face and tracing his perfectly plump lips. You brushed your thumb over his high cheekbones. You started to fall asleep then dropping your face in his neck, tucked carefully under his chin, wrapping your arms around his waist, legs tangled together. You kissed his warm skin drowsily, letting him know how much you loved him even while he slept. He woke up first the next day. He did the same as you did last night inspecting your features. The morning sun seeped through your blinds. The golden light casting over you. You looked radiant and luminescent but your soul, your heart, he could feel it. It was more striking than your beauty. He kissed your forehead before pulling you that much tighter to him.

Trent had his last game of the season. It was a little surreal mostly because you realized that when the next season began you would be married, the surname on the jersey you were in, would be your own. Lauren and Marcel accompanied you along with Teddy. You wished Marcel would shut up so you could live in your moment of bliss imagining being his brother’s wife and admire Trent in peace. The way sweat dripped over his adams apple, his jersey sticking a little to his abs, his cheekbones highlighted by the floodlights. He looked unreal. Lauren went inside and Marcel looked at you curiously. You could feel his eyes but you ignored him until he spoke.

“Going to tell me how things have been?” He looked at you completely ignoring the game now. You rolled your eyes but he was persistent.

“Yeah, all fine” You said dismissively, keeping your eyes on Trent whilst tucking a loose curl behind Teddy’s ear. He rolled his eyes now at you.

“Y/N… you know you have to let us in, let him in, let me in. I don’t get why you didn't tell me to begin with?” He spoke, sounding heartfelt, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

“When was I supposed...” You sighed stopping yourself from starting to defend yourself but you could see his brow raise in annoyance. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to scare anyone.” You exhaled feeling a lot of guilt wash over you. He was one of your best friends and you had been extremely selfish not considering how he must’ve felt and dense assuming he wouldn’t want to know.

“Well, you did a really bad job.” He laughed and it made you smile. You felt relieved he was at least being normal again with you.

“Marce… “ You sheepishly got out. “I’m so sorry” you apologized earnestly, leaning your head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of yours.

“We love you. Just want mummy healthy, right Ted?” He cooed picking up Teddy from you from under her arms. Her eyes lit up.

‘Lub mama, Celly!” She giggled, reaching to hug him wrapping herself around his neck. You pulled her Liverpool jersey down for her covering her back. You smiling at her voice. She loved him so much. To be fair, Marcel just had good vibes and since having Teddy you felt like kids had a great gauge of people. There was something that was so endearing about her relationship with him. She trusted him and was comforted by him, it made you feel incredibly relaxed knowing she’d always have her uncles and your sister.

“I’m so glad you’re mine.” Trent whispered, kissing your head. You held Teddy and smiled for the annual end of season family photo you so loved. Trent was staring at you though not the cameras. You had gone down onto the pitch for one final lap after the match. It was lovely as always. Sweet and a bit emotional.

“Always yours.” You cooed, turning to kiss him. Teddy quick to want the same amount of attention you were giving each other. She pulled at your shirt with a cute grunt. “Yes, yes and you are ours, Teddy girl.” You kissed her with an eccentric ‘Mwah!’ her giggle following.

When you finally were driving home, you were tired, Teddy already fast asleep, and Trent absolutely exhausted. Needless to say it was a quiet ride. You looked at Trent as the colored lights lining the motorway leaked into the car. You smiled admiring his beauty. His focus on the road but yours on his jawline strikingly sharp.

“What are you staring at me for?” He laughed, calling you out, flashing his eyes your way quickly. You giggled sliding your hand over onto his face brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“You’re so pretty. Do you know that?” You cooed admiring his annoying perfect skin, despite his annoyingly minimal effort.

“Yeah, obviously.” He replied with a straight face before he couldn’t hold in the cheeky childish smile he was trying to keep down. His perfect grin made your heart hurt. He was so pretty but you rolled your eyes at his pompousness. “Don’t pull a bird like you looking anything but leng.” He turned his adorable look to you.

“Yeah? How did you even manage to bag me?” You teased with a giggle. His smile staying put hearing the sound but he rolled his eyes at your joke. He tapped at his cheek with his free hand, keeping the other draped over the steering wheel. You raised your eyebrows at his gesture.

“Go on…” He instructed you. You laughed again and pressed a kiss where his fingers had been tapping. “Thank youuu.” He sang.

“Ridiculous.” You reached over again to him and squeezed his thigh.

“Erm… Ow? I just played 97 minutes. Keep your hands to yourself.” He quipped. You squeezed his thigh again just because. You knew he liked the attention. He loves when you give it to him and he can just annoy you in return.

“You love my hands on you. So full of it, you know.” You giggled with one more squeeze than attempted to remove your hand but he was quick to place his over top of it to keep it on him.

“I do. I really love your hands on me.” He cooed in a voice that made you feel like you had a juvenile crush on him. You were flustered by the flirtatious comment. He could feel your arm tense a little so instead of keeping your hand on his thigh, he picked it up and brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

“T… do you want to take me on a date this week?” You asked him bluntly, turning the direction of the conversation. You liked him flirting with you right now and you wanted more. You thought it’d be nice to have a night out just you two. Probably a good thing considering what had transpired.

“Yeah? Want me to?” He smiled big again squeezing your hand. You nodded in an adorably naive way. “Yeah, beautiful, I’ll take you out.” He cooed turning towards you again. His mind beginning to comb through ideas of where he wanted to take you. You leaned over once more unprovoked to give him another kiss on the cheek before you tucked back in your seat shutting your eyes and resting your head onto the window. “Alright, sleepy girls, we’re home.” Trent’s voice waking you up from a daze you didn’t know you had fallen into. You turned to him with a tired pout as if to ask ‘can you please carry me inside?’ He laughed getting out of the car. He came around and opened your door but then he stepped away and opened the back seat. “I’m gonna carry our literal baby but if you want to wait I’ll come back and get you.” He mocked you. You obviously weren’t going to wait outside so you begrudgingly got out of the car yourself. Trent picked up Teddy gently making sure she didn’t wake. He held her tight to him. You shut the door of the car for him and followed them, proceeding to slip your arms around his waist and resting your forehead against his back. He shook his head as he got both his sleepy girls to bed.

The next day you were getting ready to go to Dianne’s house up in your bedroom's wardrobe. You were doing your best to get back into your routine. Lauren was still there, leaving soon, but you had promised Dianne you’d go see her with Teddy. She heard rumblings about the situation, naturally. Trent had confided in her early on in your relationship when you first let it slip you had struggled with your health to him. He’d never really thought about something like that affecting someone he knew. He had girl friends and girlfriends but he never had a sister he had to share a bathroom with growing up. He didn’t know girls were skipping meals and doing diets or maybe the more extreme things you had been doing that you shared with him. She of course was empathetic to him and did her best to be a sounding board and not intrude but as a mum, as a person who knew you and loved you, she was concerned. So you promised you’d go.

“Hey… have you seen my Van Clef?” you asked vaguely to Trent. “Like our one?” You clarified more as you were trying to put final touches on your outfit. He puffed out some air realizing that he was going to have to confront his mistake head on. He hated himself. He had been trying to avoid it but of course you were looking for it, you wore it almost everyday.

“Baby…” he called you, watching nervously. You hummed acknowledging him as you dug through your wardrobe thinking maybe you had misplaced it. “It’s not here.” He told you sheepishly. You gave him a side eye confused but when he didn’t speak you turned your whole body to him.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” At first, maybe you thought this was some sweet ploy of his. He came to you and slipped his hands around your waist. When he dropped his forehead against yours you felt the energy shift in the room. This wasn’t some goofy thing he was serious about something.

“I had to bring it in to get repaired.” He got his words out so slow you clung to each one in anticipation. Your brow furrowed. He exhaled, dropping his shoulders. He wished he could lie but he knew it'd be wrong to. He was asking you to be honest with him; it would be incredibly hypocritical. “I found it when you were gone and I don’t know I just snapped and then it snapped.” He shut his eyes. You let out a measly ‘oh’ you felt the things he did when it happened. That necklace was your relationship and he had destroyed it. You were definitely in the wrong but it made you feel so sad you were actively trying not to cry or react. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I don’t know what happened it just felt like such a punch in the gut finding it. I though that you didn’t want it or you left it, left me… it hurt. I’m sorry. Fuck.” He babbled incredibly quickly. You usually were fine with his accented words but your eyes narrowed trying to focus your spinning mind on what he was saying. His accent would come in thick sometimes and disappear other days. Relaxing with his friends at home, their words could feel like another language. Nervous doing press, he was more conscious of what he was saying, letting it slip away.

“It’s fine… I guess.” You gave him a soft smile wishing you didn’t say the last bit. “I understand.” You kissed the tip of his nose and pulled yourself out of his hold. The room went ice cold. Trent’s mind was just filled with his inner voice screaming ‘fuck.’ It was hard not to notice the mood change after that. He hated it. “T, I didn’t leave it on purpose…” you told him right before you left, kissing his cheek, holding Teddy and heading to your car. You were so swift; he didn't even have the opportunity to respond.

“Laur... what am I meant to do here? Things aren’t just going to snap back.” Trent sighed, squinting, picking up his hand to shield his eyes to better make out Lauren’s face. They were sitting in your back garden as the English summer sun beat down on them. They stayed at home while you popped to Dianne’s. Despite your upset about your necklace it did make you happy that your best friend and your fiance “I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like a kid. I feel like I’m making stupid mistakes.” Trent was thinking about breaking the necklace. You’d probably be just as upset if he had managed to break your engagement ring but in a way this had stung more. The necklace was a decision he made before, a decision he made off of instinct, under your nose, completely infatuated by you. It was such an indication of how he felt about you from the very beginning and it was gone. A part of you was happy you didn’t have any visual of it all.

“You’re not but I know the feeling. If you didn’t pick up I was going to call your mum the other day. I was in a moment of introspection on the flight over and I almost laughed. Your mum? Oh hiya erm… can you help… embarrassing.” Lauren rattled off what felt like a million different thoughts. She shook her head but noticed Trent faint smirk on his face not pulling into a full smile but drifting into a tight line.

“Maybe we should’ve.” He reflected. Maybe Dianne would’ve been more of a help than him. “Like she’s fine most of the time right? I make her happy? I try so hard and yet some days I can feel it like nothing could ever change it all.” He spoke looking and sounded defeated.

“It’s not you T… She loves you so much. You make her happy, she’ll be okay, but she is the only one that can change it. You’re there for her and that’s the most important. She needs you and Teddy.” Lauren kept her eyes locked on his, making sure he knew she was being serious. She meant what she was saying. He couldn’t fix things but he was essential. Trent responded only with a soft ‘yeah.’ He thought to himself though that what you really needed was for him to repair your necklace and your relationship.

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Alastor relationship headcanons

gn!reader, hinted acearo spec Alastor, mention of one-sided radiostatic, who knows how many words

Warnings: mostly fluff, I don't think so

Notes: Whew it took me way too much time, but here it is! My first even headcanons! Hope you enjoy it, my darlings!

Platonic:

(I imagine it is after some time or after a certain bond is established between the two of you. Because let's be real, Alastor wouldn't act like that with just anyone.)

Alastor is... Well he certainly is.

To be frank though, I would say he is a generally good friend and a very useful one to boot.

People fear him and that means if you are seen as his friend, let's just say not many demons dare to get on your nerves (unless they are especially stupid).

If they do, just go to Alastor for help. He will deal with it, he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty from time to time. He won't always like it, though, so try not to overdo it.

Prepare yourself to pay him back too. He doesn't demand it, but if you buy him a nice whisky and invite him to dance with you as a thank you, you'll earn a lot of brownie points.

Having a powerful overlord as a friend has its cons though: people just won't leave you alone, especially his fans. If you like the attention: good for you. If you don't: then just deal with them accordingly. Your public image may change for the worse, but who cares, it's hell anyway.

Hanging out with Alastor is usually very chill, though it doesn't happen often, he's a busy man. He likes going out on a walk just as much as he likes visiting a fancy club or restaurant. I wouldn't recommend going to one with him, though. He has... Very questionable taste. If you have a very questionable taste too, then congratulations, you won't give a fuck either way.

Also he's such a gossiper, you can't tell me otherwise. If you're friends with Rosie too, prepare yourself to be drawn into the gossip circle. Soon you'll know every detail about the latest tea.

If it's your turn to choose a place, then just don't go to a cinema, and you'll be good. Unless they are playing black-and-white films, then he will somewhat survive and maybe even have a little fun. Just no modern technology, grandpa Alastor will have a stroke otherwise.

If we're talking about watching something, he fancies going to the theater. Bring him there and you'll get an unforgettable experience. He will be commenting on almost everything that is happening, to the point when you'll need to shut him up, unless you want to be kicked out (this man doesn't know how to whisper or is purposely irritating everyone, I swear).

When he really likes you, he might show you his collection of retro radios and other various antiques. Only if you're interested, though, he doesn't want to bore you.

Now onto physical touch, he isn't a big fan overall. But if you're good friends he won't mind a hug or little touches here and there. He also likes dancing with you. Usually he's leading, so it's not that big of a deal to him. He enjoys the little displays of affection, if you enjoy them too.

To sum everything up: he tries, even if he is a serial killer and a horrible person overall, but we don't talk about that. But either way you get some kind of protection, and hey! Just take it, because hell is not a nice place.

Romantic:

Now onto the good part! Alastor generally isn't a person who is interested in romance, but maybe if you were a special exception... He would catch feelings!

I imagine he won't confess first, he isn't someone who initiates something like that. So you would need to pull yourself together and do it yourself. At first he would be hesitating, though ultimately he will reciprocate. And boom! You're dating Radio Demon just like that.

Many people would be jealous, I imagine he received lots of confessions before, so by being his s/o, you'll get yourself a good amount of enemies (for example Vox you can't tell me, he doesn't have a thing for him).

But don't worry about it, Alastor, trying to be a good partner, will take care of any difficulties.

Actually, I don't think he would even want to announce your relationship publicly, though he won't protest if you wanted to tell your friends. And don't be surprised that when you tell Mimzy, the information would be already known worldwide.

I think dating Alastor wouldn't even differ that much from being close friends at first, but after some time he would slowly ease into doing new things with you.

Like he will come to really like your kisses! His favourite would probably be a kiss on the forehead. He wouldn't really kiss you himself, though. An exception is a kiss on your hand, because he really likes being a gentleman.

He would be a gentleman in other ways too! Like opening the door for you or pulling out your chair for you. Doesn't matter if you're a woman or not, he will treat you with respect either way.

His love language is giving/receiving gifts and quality time! Nothing beats spending time with you, even if you're just sitting in silence. He loves giving you flowers! They are usually wilted, and maybe not really on the pretty side... (More like dangerous). But I mean it's the thought that matters. If you buy him a new addition to his radio collection, he will gladly accept, too! He feels very valued when showered with gifts.

Dates with him will be really enjoyable. They won't differ much from when you were hanging out, but I imagine he would try to be even more fancy. And he will actually think before bringing you to a restaurant, which doesn't suit your tastes.

Alastor would gladly use pet names for you. Darling, sweetheart, love, you got it all! It's all natural for him.

When talking to you, he would use an entirely different tone, sweeter and softer. Yes, he has a soft spot for you, better make use of it!

Your relationship will be progressing slowly, but it doesn't mean he loves you any less. It's just hard for him to be romantic and intimate.

After some time, you will just act like an old married couple mindlessly in love. Your relationship is just like that, comfortable and content. Kissing, holding hands, just pure wholesomeness, which is ironic for such a sadistic and bloodlusty demon like him.

But if you wanted more than that... I mean in a sexual way, I imagine he wouldn't even think about it himself. But if you really wanted that, it would take like fucking centuries, but he would reciprocate. Though maybe not as you thought he would.

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Putting The Moves On Him (My Hero Academia)

Heyo everyone! Guess who's back with some fluffy Todobaku for your viewing pleasure? This girl! The fabulous @intheticklecloset and I were yelling about Todobaku together as one does,and thus this fic was born! Thank you so much Nym for fangirling about these two with me and inspiring me to make something soft and squishy with them in it! I hope y'all like it :D

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Summary: Todoroki's love language is physical touch, so much so just seeing it in his favorite drama's makes him swoon. Bakugou decides to give his boyfriend the real deal.

Bakugou wasn’t oblivious.

Well..okay, maybe SOMETIMES he drank from the carton without checking the expiration date. And sure- occasionally he might fail to see his headphones aren’t connected, leaving everyone to bear witness to whatever playlist he put together that only made sense to himself. Small, meaningless things that might lead to some discomfort, but ending at that. Discomfort.

He always made sure to make note of the important things.

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A small sigh; gentle and breathy. Bakugou tried not to make his interest show as he dared a peek towards his boyfriend. They were in his room; lying across wrinkled sheets on their bellies as they entertained themselves. Todoroki was watching a show on his tablet, headphones in and cheeks flushed. The blonde didn’t have to see the screen to know it was a romance.

He dared a peek, trying for stealth as he watched the two characters on screen interact. They were fighting- but it didn’t seem like anything truly intense. The girl stepped forward in a sudden surge of emotion when it happened.

She was against a wall, the guy pinning her with a hand above her head. She sucked in a breath, as did Todoroki. His chest raised and lowered as if he were the one being pinned.

Bakugou fought off a smile, shaking his head at just how affected his boyfriend was by the scene. Returning to his Switch, he considered the various other moments he got to witness Todoroki swoon over as his Charizard destroyed the champion.

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“Hey, come train with me.”

Todoroki looked up, not surprised by the request. “Right now? Haven’t we done enough these past few days?”

“One more day isn’t gonna kill you. Besides- I haven’t fought you quirkless yet.” Bakugou didn’t wait, turning and heading into the nearest room. He knew Todoroki would follow him.

“You’re as hardworking as ever.” The duel-quirked hero laughed softly, kicking off his shoes and wandering across the mats. “But that’s what I like about you. You’re always so persistent.”

“Tch- shut it.” Bakugou huffed, turning away before Todoroki caught a glimpse of his smile. “Let’s freaking do this! Come at me!”

“Why? You should come at me.”

“Cause I said so.”

“I don’t recognize your authority.”

“You son of a-fine, come here!” Bakugou ran at him, aiming low. Todoroki dodged at the last second, dancing out of reach as the blonde tried to grab onto him.

“Come on- Ol’e Or whatever the bullfighters in movies say!” Todoroki smirked, enjoying how irritated Bakugou looked. He pranced and dodged every grab and swing sent his way, throwing in little jabs here and there to really get the blonde going. “Is this what you can do without your explosives? You need more practice.”

“Ah, you son of a-” Bakugou paused, studying him. Then he calmed- a rare sight in a fight for him. “No, I know what you're doing. And it’s not gonna distract me!”

Todoroki would have asked what that was if the ground suddenly fell out from under him. A hand grasped his shirt while the other nestled the back of his skull. He landed flat on his back, Bakugou looming over him.

Oh…

Oh.

Was his heartbeat loud? Todoroki felt it in his ears, eyes wide and suddenly unable to breathe. His cheeks felt like lava, hot and tingly and dear lord the way Bakugou was looking at him- calm and smug and beyond attractive. He leaned down, and Todoroki involuntarily closed his eyes.

Only to blink when his nose was flicked.

“Gotcha.” Bakugou grinned at him, delighted at Todoroki’s fluster. “I win.” With that, he gave him a quick peck before shooting to his feet, running out the room like a child pulling a prank.

Todoroki laid there, heart racing and ears burning. He covered the stupid grin pulling at his lips with his hands, fighting the urge to make a noise in case Bakugou was still within earshot as he kicked his feet.

~~~

“Good grief- how much whipped cream did you put on that?” The blonde asked one morning, more amused than anything at the tall pile resting against Todoroki’s waffle stack.

“Not enough. It’s good for the brain.” He replied, swiping a finger through the perfect mountain before licking it, closing his eyes. “Sugar or something- ask Midoriya.”

“I’m not asking that nerd shit.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, a fondness in his smile as he watched Todoroki snag another bite. “How did I not know you had a sweet tooth?”

“I don’t- I just really like whipped cream.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

“No- this is light and airy. Sweets are heavy.”

“How-ah, it’s too early for this.” Bakugou shook his head as he grabbed his water bottle, turning towards the outskirts around the dorm. “I’m going for a run. Be ready when I get back- it’s our turn to get groceries.”

“Hm.” Todoroki had picked up the waffle whole, biting into it as he listened to Bakugou talk. He looked like a squirrel harvesting; cheeks fat and happy. Bakugou tried not to laugh. “Sure, sure, no problem.”

“Good. Hey, hold still.” The blonde reached out, swiping a dollop of cream off his cheek. Without breaking eye contact, he licked his thumb, smirking when Todoroki blushed. “You know- it’s not all that bad.”

He took off, fiddling with his playlist as he disappeared out the door. Todoroki was stock still- staring at the waffle he bit into as he replayed that action over and over in his mind.

“Dude- you got it bad.” Denki mused from beside him, taking the other waffle off his plate. Todoroki didn’t even notice.

~~~

“Hmm..’He looked at her with such…context?’”

“Contempt.”

“I knew that!”

Todoroki smiled at the blonde’s annoyance, his eyes never leaving his notebook. They were working on their English homework together; Present Mic was insistent they kept their studies going even with everything else in the world going on. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Like hell I am.” Bakugou grumbled, glaring at his own notebook. “You can’t even begin to imagine how many tutors had to help me before I could figure this out.”

“I always assumed academics were natural for you.”

“I’m not a genius like people say I am.” There was a touch of insecurity in his sarcastic remark. Todoroki reached out and patted his hand.

“Struggling with one subject doesn’t make you any less smart. You help me with any subjects I barely understand. I mean it when I say that; you’re a natural when it comes to this kind of thing.”

Bakugou flushed, cheeks on fire as he glared into his clenched pencil. Then he reached out- squeezing Todoroki’s shoulder. “Erm..thanks, Shoto.”

The half-n-half hero smiled gently, returning to his notebook.

“I never believed in fate until I met you. Now I know we’re meant to be together.”

Todoroki felt himself shiver, dropping his pencil at the words. “W-What?” He asked, turning around to look at Bakugou.

“What? I was just reading the next question out loud.” Bakugou didn’t look up from his work, hands scratching away at the paper. Todoroki felt his heart race again, trying not to clutch it as he took a shaky breath.

“Yeah..yeah, I see…” He swore he could see Bakugou smiling to himself. Only after he finished the last of the worksheet did he realize none of the translations even came close to that.

~~~

“Shoto.” Bakugou called out to him many weeks later. At this point, Todoroki was ready.

“Yes?” He asked when the blonde reached him. He could see the signs now- little quirks here and there. A suppressed smile, a glean in his eyes. His hands twitched with eagerness to do what he was going to do next. Todoroki’s heart raced with each fidget- also eager.

“I saw this new thing on the internet. Some cool handshake or whatever.” Bakugou raised his hands between them, flat and straight. Todoroki immediately knew what was happening.

“...” He did the same, mimicking the pose as he watched Bakugou smile. Fingers folded into the other one, leaving five digits standing. Todoroki did it with some feign hesitation, slowly dragging them down before looking at Bakugou. “Is this the part where we shake hands?”

Bakugou didn’t respond. Instead he hooked his own into Todoroki’s standing ones, bringing it up and above his head. That hand from before was back on his skull- cushioning the blow as he was pressed up into the wall. Another small gasp, his eyes widened involuntarily as he looked into Bakugou’s.

The blonde was grinning now, leaning in so they were forehead to forehead, his hand dragging slowly from Todoroki’s head to his neck then shoulder. The duel-quirk hero tried not to squirm, fighting off the giggles building up in his chest as the hand rested on his chest- right above his heart.

“Heh. Knew it. You totally love this.” Bakugou’s voice was hushed, a secret between them as he held Todoroki’s gaze. “Your heart is practically sprinting, Shoto.”

“Can you blame me? You’re so close..” He didn’t have the words to banter- his brain was barely working with Bakugou right there. “You really have been doing all this on purpose, have you?”

“Yeah.” No point denying it, it seemed. “Has it been working?”

“...Yeah.” Todoroki confessed. No point denying it himself either. “It has.”

“Good.” Bakugou laughed softly, letting the hand on Todoroki’s chest slide. He was about to take it off before deciding he had one more trick up his lack of sleeve.

“What-Ah! Ahehahahahah, dohohoohn’t you dahahahhare!” Todoroki squeaked, bursting into giggles when Bakugou began squeezing his side. “Nohohohooho, it tihihihiihckles!”

“That’s the point, Shoto. Man, you really gotta keep up with me, here.” Bakugou snickered as he leaned in to kiss him, smothering his giggle fits briefly.

Voices could be heard then. Uraraka and Midoriya- something about moves and whatnot. Todoroki felt his stomach churn with sudden dread. “Katsu-”

The door he was leaning on opened, sending them tumbling back. A few moves- a hand back on his head and a kick to wood sent them straight into Todoroki’s room, concealed away before anyone could witness.

“What was that?” They heard Midoriya ask.

“Maybe a ghost? Scary..” Uraraka added, their footsteps passing by with no stop. Bakugou waited, still as a statue until they couldn’t hear them any longer. “Wow- talk about a close call.” He turned back to Todoroki, bringing his hand out from behind his head and brushing his thumb against his cheek. “You good?”

All of it was such a daze. Between the wall pin, the kiss, the almost getting caught- and now he was once again pinned to the floor beneath his boyfriend, breathless and light. When Bakugou asked again, he reached up and kissed him, hard and fast.

“Mm!” The blonde yelped before melting, grabbing onto his shirt as he quickly returned the favor. “Damn, I should do this more often.”

“Mm…wait- wait, Katsuki.” At Todoroki’s words, he froze immediately, giving him enough space to speak. “Can I ask you something?”

“Right now? I mean- yeah.” The blonde nodded, brows furrowed. “What’s up?”

“Why…why did you do all this? The wall thing, the quotes- all that romantic stuff?” He had a feeling he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from his boyfriend's lips. “How did you know I’d…”

Bakugou blinked, considering. Then he grinned, laughing as he fell into Todoroki’s chest. “You’re so duhuhmb! Isn’t it obvious?” He looked at him, eyes dancing with such love it once again snatched his breath away. Damn- he was gonna need new lungs. “It’s because you love this kind of thing. You’re like- physically affectionate or whatever the love thingy is.”

“Love languages. But- you don’t like this kind of stuff though, no?” The blonde was never much for physical contact- griping and groaning over it whenever someone tried to hug him. “So why..?”

Bakugou sighed, the sound amused. “It’s not my preferred love thing, but…you love it. And I guess I don’t really mind getting physical-” He paused, wagging his brows. Todorki rolled his eyes with a laugh. “No but seriously- I know how much you love this kind of thing, and I want to give you the kind of love you deserve. And- mind you, I’m not against physical touch- obviously.” He gestured to their positions. “This isn’t my thing, that’s all. I’ll gladly give it to you-” Another pause- Todorki shoved at his shoulder. “Hehe, okay okay. I just know you well enough to make you happy.”

Todoroki felt his heart swell, eyes misting some at the words. Before Bakugou could panic, the half-n-half hero reached out, touching his cheek with a strong smile.

“I don’t think I tell you this enough- but I love you, so much.”

Bakugou’s cheeks flushed, eyes wide and smile growing. He leaned into Todoroki’s hand with a small laugh, puddy at his fingers. “Now we’re really recreating your romances.”

Todoroki laughed, pulling him close and kissing him once more, resuming their previous activity. Every kiss reminded him just how lucky he was to have someone like Bakugou in his life.

Thanks for reading!

#My Hero Academia #fluff #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #todobaku #I love them your honor #series of mini things #Thank you again to the incredible Nym #it was her idea that Todoroki loves romance and combined with my hc that Bakugou is a romantic manga reader we're in the CLEAR! :D #this was so fun to write and share and just- AHH!

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I am once again thinking about Solas and how his potential arc this game could go regarding the Veil being up or down and I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure [spoilers obviously] I don't like being intelligent/thoughtful on here I prefer to be stupid but here we go

In [yet another] article that came out, idk? today? Mark Darrah says the story "allows us to, hopefully, give a good conclusion to all the varied attitudes toward Solas that are going to be coming from people who love Solas, who agree with Solas, who hate Solas, people who want to kick Solas off of a building – I think that we give you the opportunity to bring that to a close, but then tell a greater story about The Veilguard and about the world as a whole."

and I don't know what to fucking think about this? They obviously know people's opinions are varied and I think it should be obvious that this is not a case where 'one ending fits all'

Because like, he is such a tragic character and I know there's gonna be an option to kill him, calm down, before you start in my inbox with "I WANT TO KILL HIM" like, you will be able to, that's kind of...almost a certainty. Especially for low approval Inquisitor/swore to stop him at all costs. Because if he Won't agree to stop trying to tear down the veil and causing mass destruction, (even after dealing with Elgarnan and Ghilly) then you'll have to kill him. Even trapping him forever isn't really an option because he created the fucking veil, man's crafty, he'd eventually find a way out. Like, If he will not and cannot see reason, then you, the protagonist, will have to end him.

It's the OTHER option that has me spinning because, you could, maybe, potentially, hopefully, talk him out of it. And if you did that, either as a romanced or friendly Inquisitor, or apparenty? Rook? based on this new info that Solas and Rook are going to have a lot of interaction, then he doesn't NEED to die. If he stops wanting to tear down the veil, he could potentially just disappear and do whatever he wants, like nerd out over magic.

And honestly, having him die on both paths is such a slap in the face for "your choices matter" because like clearly they do not if that happens; like what was the point of making me choose at the end of trespasser? If the only difference is 'stop Solas at all costs' leads to a boss fight where you kill him and 'redeem Solas' leads to ? him dying anyway somehow? Like I'm sorry but that is lazy and boring. His redemption should not end in death, he should have to live and deal with the consequences, because that could be so much more interesting.

[because I'll be real, I don't think they're going to let us have the option to tear down the veil/side with him AND have the option to keep the veil up. I think it will be one or the other no matter your choices; Simply because there is too much of a massive difference between world states of 'killed Solas to prevent him taking down the veil Thedas remains status quo' VS 'let Solas take down the veil, Thedas is now fundamentally different in an almost inconceivable way'. Like the setting for any future games depend on this; you would have to create 2 very different games. There has to be some uniformness to the world state, like; the veil remains, but it's thinned or whatever and the people of Thedas are living life more or less as usual if they ever want to make DA5. Would be wild of them do go the route of no matter what you do the veil comes down anyway. Which would be annoying if you swore to stop Solas at all costs and he just... succeeds anyway, even if he dies? Of course, there is Sandals prophecy, which I think is about the events of DA4. And devs have said in the past they had 'something' planned since Origins. "One day the magic will come back - all of it. Everyone will be just like they were" - The veil coming down and everyone gaining magic? Not just elves but humans, dwarves and qunari too? "The shadows will part and the skies will open wide" - Talking about the veil coming down?? Do shadows represent the abyss? "When he rises, everyone will see" - I'm actually convinced this is about Elgar'nan, or, something even worse; like the 'thing' that Mythal locked away, that the "evanuris in their greed could unleash" that "would destroy us all". So I think the end of DA:TV will be either the veil stays in place no matter what, or the veil comes down no matter what, which is, idk, interesting? Because again, they can't have both- that just gets too messy for the setting for the next game. They could have the veil come down no matter what, but, you would need to have a "better option" as Varric and Solas put it. Which, let's say for narrative purposes, this option exists and we tell it to Solas and he goes "Okay let's do that instead" and it results in a world state where the veil is 'down' but not in a catastrophic mega-calamity way. Even then though, some players are just not going to pick that and also if the veil comes down; what the fuck are we guarding it for???? I think it might come down temporarily. Maybe we have to make a new one? a better one? we have our fade tamagotchi fen'harel who happens to be the only fucker who knows how to make a veil too. Could this 'better veil' alleviate some of the problems Solas had with the old one? If there was like a set door way that allowed people and spirits to pass safely? One that didn't cause so much discord between spirits/people? Is our Veilguard a Fade TSA? I can dream. But who knows. Either way, I think we're only getting one endgame worldstate regarding the veil.

So; OK, back to Solas and how the fuck that could end. Harking back to that Varric/Solas conversation about the old man living alone. Solas is clearly speaking as though he is the old man, and he can't fathom just living a quiet life when there are literal world ending gods waiting for a weak moment to bust free. He Will not, Cannot stand by and do nothing while he knows his prison is failing. He HAS to at least deal with the 2 evanuris before tearing down the veil bc he doesn't want them to cause harm. He didn't want that before (hence locking them away) and he doesn't want it now, even for modern day Thedas (hence him helping Rook). He's got such a fucking heart under all that armor. He cares about people, he demonstrates it again and again. But my god what if, he finally *sees* that the veil may not have been a mistake, it doesn't need to be torn down, (maybe it has to be remade, better?or just altered?) and then us the protag, no longer has to kill him to stop him from tearing it down?

Like, I am very partial to the "what if love changes everything" trope especially for such a tragic character. Bc he's got death flags left and right; "I walk the dinanshiral" "there is only death on this journey" "this does not end in my downfall" his "dying alone" fear tombstone, and he's lonely he's miserable he's afraid. I'm so worried they'll kill him off anyway bc 'he was always doomed' trope and it would be easier to write, but motherfuck it would just, be SO so satisfying if, instead, there was a path where he wasn't doomed; whether it's bc of Rook or the Inquisitor or a combo of both. I feel like what if, either platonic or romantic; if there was just at least one path where love changes everything.

ofc this is massive amounts of copium and I don't expect bioware to give me anything so cool as "the veil starts to come down anyway and you, Rook, have to rebuild it with Solas' and the Inquisitor's help and at the end you can either kill him or convince him that this world is worth living in"

but hey, i can dream ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#dragon age #dragon age spoilers #da4 spoilers #da4 speculation #solas #like dont open unless you want a fuck ton of my ramblings on what could happen #when will i shut up about this??? probably not even after the game is out #and depending on what happens in the story i will either be elated or really fucking disappointed

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lnfours · 8 months

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inclinations (the 1) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: language, fluff, surprise visits, mostly a filler chapter before we get into the good stuff of this first part of the series!

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a few months later…

fall was quickly approaching, the autumn leaf colors swallowing the green ones and the wind getting colder. you had loved this time of year, the transition from summer into fall feeling like a fresh start for you every year. a new chapter of your story unwinding before your eyes.

however, this year it felt a little bit different. the summer had been mediocre, a let down from what you had wished it would be. between everything with lando falling out of place as soon as you figured it out, to having to turn your social medias private due to the backlash of your relationship.

the truth was, you hadn’t really let it bother you. people could say what they wanted about you and your relationship, but at the end of the day, it was basically a dream come true. everything you had ever wanted wrapped up with a pretty bow on top.

right now, it was the last week of august. two official weeks left of summer until you were thrown into your final year of uni, until you were put out into the real world to show everybody what you were made of. you were wheeling your suitcase through the monaco airport, smiling softly to yourself at the thought of the surprise you were about to pull off.

you had texted max on a whim a few days ago, saying you wanted to surprise lando and hang out with them for the final few weeks of summer. get back that time the two of you lost when he was swept away and had to come back. he had thought it was a great idea, knowing his best friend needed something like this. he knew lando needed you.

so he agreed to pick you up from the airport, helping you put your bag into the trunk after giving you a quick hug and before you climbed into the passenger seat. he had told lando he was out to run an errand and that he’d be back, leaving his best friend in complete unawareness.

“he’s gonna be so happy to see you,” he smiled, “when’s the last time you talked to him?”

“before the flight,” you said, “i told him i was out with chloe, getting some shopping done for school. i’m excited to see his reaction.”

you were practically beaming, over the moon excited about everything that was about to happen. about seeing him, being wrapped up in everything lando and letting it consume you.

max pulled up in front of the apartment building, the two of you making light conversation on the way up about how your semester was gonna go. the key turned into the lock, the two of you laughing softly. the door pushed open and your heart was going a mile a minute, so excited to see his face when you walked through the door.

you had quietly wheeled your suitcase to the living room and kicked off your shoes, max following behind you as you made your way down the hallway. you were smiling so wide it hurt, hand slowly approaching the doorknob to his bedroom door. you opened the door slowly, smiling as you peaked your head in.

you spotted brown curls flushed against the white linen pillows and your heart squeezed in your chest. his eyelashes kissing his cheeks and lips slight parted from his cheek being squished, he was asleep.

you climbed softly next to him, smiling and running a hand through his hair. he stirred, letting out a soft groan as he squeezed his eyes shut, clearly not enjoying the morning monaco sun that had decided to peek through his curtains.

“morning, sunshine,” you smiled. this made his eyes shoot open, hearing your voice right next to him rather than through a phone line.

he sat up quickly, laughing softly before pulling you close against his body, “no fucking way!”

you laughed with him, “surprise!”

he looked over at max, “were you in on this, too?”

max nodded, “yeah, figured you could use a little pick me up before you start racing again.”

and he was right. lando had been missing you like crazy, you had become the sole topic of all his conversations lately.

max had left the two of you alone for a while, you with your head on his chest as you laid in bed. you spent the time catching up, talking about anything and everything with his hands in your hair.

the monaco sun had finally set when max came knocking on his bedroom door, peeking his head in, “the guys are talking about hitting the club in a bit, you guys wanna go?”

you turned your head to look at him as he looked down at you, “‘s up to you,”

you shrugged, thinking about how good it could be to go out, especially during the last few weeks of summer. and so you did, thankful you had decided to pack a few dresses in your suitcase. lando had thrown on a button up and a pair of trousers, looking good even with the little effort he put in.

the music inside was loud, bass raking through your body as you walked through the crowd of people, lando’s hand on your waist. you had finally caught up with your friends, spotting the familiar face as you laughed and pulled her into a tight hug.

“oh my god, it’s been so long!” you sighed happily.

“i know! tell me everything i’ve missed!” flo smiled. and you did, you had caught her up to speed with all the little things she had missed. the summer you had been craving for was finally coming in little doses.

“you want a drink?” lando smiled, leaning his head down to your ear so you could hear him. you nodded, letting him squeeze your hand before he gently dropped it back to your side.

you had took part in the conversation between flo and max, laughing with them for some time before you realized it had taken lando longer than usual to reappear back at your side. you smiled at your friends and excused yourself, pushing through the crowd as you tried to find the curly haired boy who had your heart.

you looked up, finding him laughing at the bar. a set of freshly manicured nails resting against his chest, matching with long brown hair and a girl with long, tan legs laughing with him. her arm was around his neck, like she had been holding him close. too close.

you were suddenly frozen in your steps, staring at the two as you took in everything. a hand on your shoulder pulled you back to reality, followed by flo saying your name.

“y/n,” she mumbled softly, grabbing onto your arm, “i think we should go-“

you didn’t mean to snap, snatching your arm back from her grip as the anger tears welled up in your eyes. you made your way through the crowd with her hot on your heels.

lando’s eyes met yours and the girl untangled her arm from him quickly as he stood, “hey, baby, sorry there’s people i want you to-“

“don’t bother,” you said, his eyes meeting yours, “how long, lando?”

he looked at you confused, “how long what?”

“how long have you been letting her wrap herself around you knowing damn well i won’t find out just because im halfway across the world?”

flo stood next to you now, torn between dragging you out before it got worse or sticking up for you against her brother. her brother who was letting another girl hang on him, without a second thought.

“would you let me explain,” he said, “it’s not what it looks like.”

you shook your head, pushing past him and letting your shoulder bump into yours, “save it for someone else. i’m done.”

you didn’t bother looking back as people called your name. you pushed the doors open to the club and stepped out into the cool summer night in monaco, a city you had never been in as the hot tears flowed down your cheeks.

you had come to the city for one thing, to fix the way everything with lando had come crashing down so quickly so fast. just for the same thing to happen again.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Eyeless Jack x angel!reader

Prize request 1/5 for @blackflask ! I hope you enjoy!!

Notes: Reader is GN! More of a "reader and jack meet and slowly grow closer" rather than "heres how they romance" post! I've never watched trolls but the dynamic in my head for reader and Jack here reminds me of poppy and branch

CW: None

Well it all started when you LOUDLY and quite ungracefully smashed through the poor mans roof and slammed into the ground

To save yourself from the embarrassment, you try to scramble out through the front door only to find it had already been locked for the night; you... were caught, quickly..

For one reason or another you're not immediately snuffed out due to trespassing onto his property; maybe it was because your wings were sprawled out on display, clearly showing that you weren't.. well, human

I like to imagine it's because he already has to deal with the fact he needs to take other human lives to survive, taking yours when he gets no sustenance or resource out of it just feels... worse

Jacks original plan was to patch you up and then have you leave immediately. The only real reason you werent instantly kicked out was due to your injuries, you couldnt really.. go anywhere

Jack is quiet, so hes not going to speak much when hes bandaging you- a problem if you happen to be a chatty person, you'll only really be met with short responses

He doesnt answer any questions you ask about him, he doesn't even give you his name on that first night

His original plan doesnt end up working, though, because you keep coming right back with things. Food, gifts, things like that. When he keeps rejecting them you turn to just.. following him around when he leaves his cabin, you insist that you want to pay him back

He tells you that you don't need to

And you dont take that as a cue to leave

Initially he wants his peace back but over time he starts to get used to your company

You guys start talking when he goes out to make sure the traps he set around are still.. functional and to see if they've caught something yet

You eventually learn his name, and he learns yours. You mostly talk about yourself, and your past and where you came from

It would take a while longer for Jack to tell you about himself, but he does open up to general conversation before that!

Hs finds you sitting on his porch waiting for him and he finally invites you inside.. now that you're not running off of pain and adrenaline you can see how run down the cabin was on the inside

You offer to help fix things, and he doesn't stop you after you keep insisting

And you add your personal touch, and unofficially you move in with him.. and suddenly things aren't so bad for either of you!

He doesnt even realize it when he starts seeking you out first, just to be around you.. its.. sweet

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack x you

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merakiui · 5 months

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MERAAAAAA 😇😇😇

IVE BEEN ENGRAVING THIS IDEA OF EBB AND FLOW SEQUEL BUT WITH JADES PART!??!?!?!?!?×?×?@?@?×@?!!?! AND ALSO READER KIND OF GETTING ALONG WITH HER STEPBROS SHENANIGANS AND COMPLETELY FORGETS AZULS EXISTENCE.

Like who needs azul when your big bros are there to help you with your womanly things that happens monthly like omg

*sobs violently*

ANON....... anon, please don't tempt me...... the urge to write a part two with Jade's side is so strong omg,,,, illustrating the lore between Jade and Reader. >:D while Floyd was being a brat and a bully, Jade was being his strange, whimsical self. T_T ooooo sleepover with your stepbrothers and Azul, and you all get high and watch movies. Floyd and Azul end up falling asleep, but you and Jade are still awake,,,, maybe you're on your period and it leads to Jade eating you out beneath the covers while you're digging your nails into his scalp to keep him between your legs!!!!! orz poor Azul who wakes up and has to lie still and pretend like he isn't listening to his crush of 10+ years getting fucked by her stepbrother. >_<

Aaaaa but it's cute to think about the Reader x Azul romance. 🥺 you were there when Azul was chubby and being bullied, and you always stood up for him. Maybe he developed a slight crush because you were one of the few people in his class who didn't look at him like he was utter garbage, but he forced it to go away because he was certain you'd never like him. AAAAAA OTL meanwhile you're head over heels for him, but you never say anything because you're too shy and also your annoying stepbrothers get in the way. Maybe you and Azul could have been high school sweethearts if it wasn't for the twins' meddling.

I also think it's so yummy to imagine the twins matching jewelry with you now that you have your navel pierced, but it will only be for their eyes. >:D Azul who sees your piercing for the first time and just knows it's the twins subtly leaving their mark on you.

There are so many silly things that can happen when your weird stepbrothers are pining for you versus Azul whose love is just so sweet (albeit very overwhelming). Spending the day studying in your room with Azul and the twins want to join, but you lock them out. Floyd quite literally kicks the door down because there is no way they're leaving you and Azul alone in a locked room for hours on end. Papa Leech gave him an earful for that. >:/

The layers to the ebb and flow universe are essentially:

Floyb -> thinks he's going to be your first time.

Jade -> was actually your first time (in fact, he probably took most of your firsts before Floyd did and neither of you are aware of this).

Azul -> just trying to hold your hand and have a real date with you without the twins' annoying interference.

Reader -> wants one chance with Azul, but your stepbrothers aren't going to allow that.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: periods #tw: stepcest

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bitchinbarzal · 8 months

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Plastic Palm Trees | J Drysdale

INSTALMENT IN THE THINK LATER! SERIES

It’s not great but this song wasn’t giving much.

Used to drive 'round in your wrangler, in our deadbeat town. In the parking lot, we would talk about all the drama. Had nothing better to do. Now I go out with my new friends to a party downtown, in a new dress, 'til the liquor runs out. Every weekend, go out somebody new

You and Jamie were the romance in the movies. He made you feel like the star of any show at any given time.

He didn’t need to treat you to fancy dinners and vacations. Your favourite times spent together were when you’d borrow Trevor’s wrangler and he would drive up the coast before finding a car park to stop in and you’d both hold one another listening to the radio.

“I love you, jamie”

“I love you more pretty girl”

You’d told each other for the first time in that car. On those nights.

If you had asked anyone who you were as a person they would say quiet, conserved and completely, totally in love with Jamie Drysdale.

Now, you were out every weekend. You could be found in any club in downtown LA.

You were posted up on Instagram wearing little to no clothes, a drastic change from the oversized vintage ducks crewneck you would be found in.

Those instagram pictures would always include a new boy, never tagged.

Jamie would scroll through and try figure out who they were but he never could. They were simply, in his mind, douchebag.

He talked to Mason and Trevor who told him they’d seen you around. That you were a shell of the person they’d all once known before.

Before Jamie broke you.

Thought that it was real, thought that it was worth it, Out the window everything was looking perfect. Caught in a dream, it's not what it seems. Thought that I was fine sitting in the backseat, In the mirror really looked like I was happy caught in a dream 'til something in my head said ‘I'm sorry’ You were just lookin' at plastic palm trees

Everything was fine, it was perfect.

From the outside it seemed like you were coping with everything so well when in reality you took a back seat to Jamie.

Jamie’s trade was nothing short of terrifying for you and your relationship but you both wanted to make it work so you did. Jamie held you in the airport, holding your cheeks in his hands

“I love you pretty girl”

“Don’t forget me Drysdale”

“Never”

The first few weeks proved that while you might have been in this, Jamie certainly wasn’t.

He aired your calls and when he did pick up he wasn’t talking much just agreeing to whatever you said.

Everyone online and in your life awed over you both, how good of a couple you were for taking the distance in your stride.

Until the distance wasn’t just between you two, it was now you three.

You spotted her in the background of his pictures or fan images and you knew. You knew he’d replaced you.

For a while you just went on, not wanting to lose Jamie at all but something kicked you one day to decide to walk away.

Walk away from sadness and Jamie.

You called him and left a message “there’s not enough room for the three of us Jamie. You said you’d never forget me and you replaced me”

It's not how it used to be

The phone rang in your bag, you pulled it out without checking the caller.

“Hello?”

“I- I shouldn’t have called” your throat tightened at the sound of his voice

“Jamie…”

There was a silence that hung between you both for a moment. It wasn’t the silence that was warm and welcoming. The silence was cold and screamed at you to hang up.

He spoke, “I’m so sorry for what happened, I still love you pretty girl”

You clenched your eyes, stopping the tears from falling and sighed “It was all fake Jamie. You didn’t love me then and you don’t love me now. It was fake”

“It was never fake to me, you were real!

we are real”

“We were never real, my smile was fake, your love for me was fake… nothing was real Jamie”

“I love you… that’s real” he croaked, tears streaming down his face “It’s real, I promise”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I can hear my heart breaking”

“Funny… I thought it was frozen”

#jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale x reader #think later series

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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Can you do a male chief ,Zoya,bai yi romantic headcanons?

thank you for the req!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im sorry abt bai yi,,, i got possessed . anyway

⛓️🐺🏍️

⚜ When asked, Chief will insist that romance isn’t a high priority for him. Unfortunately, it’s very easy to charm him.

⚜ He’s got a huge heart and can understand a sense of you even without you opening up to him.

⚜ Everyone at MBCC knows that he shows his affection through actions not words, often before he can catch them.

⚜ Things like dropping everything to come fix your collar when he passes you in the hall, or cupping your neck to check you over after you come home from a mission, etc.

⚜ Even when he’s in a rush, he’ll still spare a few seconds to straighten out your sleeve or ruffle your hair.

⚜ He flusters a lot of Sinners by doing this but it’s in his nature to be a bit of a mother hen.

⚜ He’s always been careful about throwing around the words “I love you,” especially around Sinners who internalize every little thing. But he starts using them with you.

⚜ Often gets headaches as a result of using the Shackles. He likes it when you weave your fingers through his hair or massage his temples.

⚜ He’d never admit it, but he has a notebook with your name scribbled around his notes. They’re just mindless doodles to pass time during long phone calls, but he still always defaults to you.

⚜ Zoya isn’t always aware of her own strength, especially since she lets herself relax around you. She can be handsy and aggressive.

⚜ The type to stop you from leaving a room too soon, tell you that you “forgot something,” then gesture to her lips with a waiting smirk.

⚜ It’s impossible to overwork yourself around her. She can read you like a book. She’ll come to wrap her arms around your waist, feigning curiosity in whatever you’re working on... then sweep you up and carry you away.

⚜ Most of her date ideas can hardly classify as dates. You’ve learned that when she offers to “take you for a spin”, she means it literally.

⚜ A perfect night, to her, is getting to share some light banter under the stars or next to a fire.

⚜ While she’s not outwardly possessive, your honor is something Zoya doesn’t compromise on. She defends you with so much fury that most people have established you to be her property.

⚜ She can sleep off most injuries, but finds it cute if you fuss over them. She’ll let you treat them for her as she tells you stories about her scars.

⚜ Comes to you whenever she needs to blow off steam. One look at you, or one moment in your arms acts like a magic switch to ease her mind.

⚜ Bai Yi is the type who can only be found when she wants to be. She often appears in your life unexpectedly, but every second with her is a memorable one.

⚜ She often slumps her head on your shoulder to vent about nonsense like Che and K.K.’s antics or having a bad hair day.

⚜ Her weariness does feel real. She just covers up what’s really weighing on her with trivial things.

⚜ She calls you her lucky charm. It starts as a meaningless flirty nickname and eventually comes from a place of love. Every kiss from you fuels her to keep working.

⚜ Seductive in everything she does, including when she needs to shake you off her tracks. This kicks up a notch after you start dating.

⚜ “Chief, wanna see a trick?” — dangerous words from a dangerous Sinner. If you say yes, Bai Yi instructs you to hold out your wrists while she ties them together.

⚜ Suspicious. But you’re still curious to see where she’s going with this. She dips her head under your arms, resting your bound hands behind her neck ... and you realize you’ve been lifted up against the wall.

⚜ Helplessly you wrap your legs around her as to not slip. The last thing you remember is her leaning into your ear: “You’re just so adorable, I might lose track of time.”

⚜ That incident leaves you too winded to remember what happens afterwards. Where did she go? What was the trick??

#path to nowhere #ptn imagines #ptn x reader #path to nowhere x you #chief x reader #zoya x reader #bai yi x reader #chief #zoya #bai yi #ptn

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꒰ :🥀 [ Unexpected visitors - Welcome to Aurora ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Part 6 - Unexpected visitors

Summary: After the things that happened on Mavery everything was supposed to go back to how the daily life was, while tracking down another crew, but two little visitors made a change of plans.

Pairing : Pirate! Hongjoong x Fem! Reader

Word count : 3.5K Words

Genre : Fluff, Romance, Slow Burn

Warnings ➵ Kids have injuries from another crrw

a/n : Finally got around to write the next chapter this is rather a little fillet chapter with a guest apperance of someone from my other stories!♡ Let's see how many will know who it is!

《 Masterlist 》

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A few days have passed by since the incident on Mavery, and Hongjoong has been a bit more strict with Yunho and Seonghwa since then, giving them tasks from day to night. Though it feels like he was slowly warming up to you, he doesn't glare at you that often anymore and even talked to you.

The next approach now was apparently an island some pirates often visited who stole something from Hongjoong that he wanted back. According to Mingi, though, it would still take some time till you guys would reach that island, making you go back to your daily tasks of training, helping Mingi, and looking for jobs to help out around the ship.

"Yeo I didn't eat-!" Mingi got kicked out of the kitchen sitting on his but in front of the door like a kicked puppy now. "Did Yeosang catch you stealing pie again?" Giggling at the offended man, he immediately shakes his head as he gets back up on his feet. "He accused me but I didn't! For real, this time, it wasn't me!" Mingi pouted as he walked past you, a soft pat on his back before you joined Yeosang in the kitchen, he looked obviously distraught. "Is the whole pie gone?" You ask, approaching the annoyed man as he looks over to you, nodding, disappointed. It was supposed to be a surprise for the guys, Yeosang bought the best products on Mavery for it. "I could help you? I mean, my baking isn't as good as yours, but I have this nice receipt my mother taught me; not much is needed either!" Yeosang looked at you with hopeful eyes, making sure you got access to everything you needed before bringing the dinner for the crew upstairs, leaving you to be on your own.

First, you needed some apples, washing them before putting them to the side, five to be exact. Turning around, you got the flour, milk, and eggs out; it was amazing to have fresh ingredients after stopping at an island. Mixing everything together, you went to grab the five apples to cut them up, but suddenly there were only four. Looking down at the floor, if one might have fallen down, you raised your eyebrow; maybe you counted wrong? Getting back to using the four you had, you put the pie into the oven before turning to clean everything up, Yeosang coming back just in time. "Thank you so much again! By the way, have you seen Seonghwas dagger? He mentioned how he left it on a table upstairs but it's gone now.." Raising your eyebrows in confusion now. First the pie, then the apple, and now the dagger?

"Yeo, could it be possible we have an unwanted guest on board? First, the pie, then an apple went missing just now when I was preparing the cake, and now Seonghwas dagger.." He nodded, acknowledging your assumption and making a little noise. "Better go and tell Hongjoong, I'll take care of the kitchen." Nodding, you quickly clean your hands before making your way to the captain's quarters, knocking before entering. "Hongjoong, Yeosang and I assume we may have an unwanted guest on board; a pie went missing, then an apple, and now Seonghwas dagger." The captain now looks up from his papers with and raised eyebrow as if you're crazy for disturbing him for something like this. "It was probably Mingi and Yunho? Mingi probably ate everything, and Yunho probably put the dagger away, assuming it was from your training." Your head sways from side to side now as you deny his assumption. "That can't be; Mingi said he didn't; the apple went missing when I turned around for a bit; I would've noticed Mingi, and my training is later today; he couldn't have mistaken it for training equipment." A sigh leaves Hongjoongs lips now; standing up now, you just now notice he is wearing rather simple clothes for once, a low-cut blouse and some high-waisted pants, some belts adorned his waist, and a necklace hung around his throat with a pendant. "Alright let's clear this up."

He follows you outside, ready to solve this and get back to his work. "So who ate the pie and stole the apple? And who took Seonghwas's dagger?" His voice sounded pretty annoyed, looking at every member of the crew, none stepping forward to admit who it was. "No one? Does it have to be the hard way?" His eyelid was now twitching in irritation from his crew. "Captain? You should look at this, this seems rather interesting." Yunhos voice sounds now, his eyes looking between some barrels. "What is it now?!" Approaching the barrels followed by you, you gasp when your eyes land on two children. The girl, looking around 6 years old, was holding the missing dagger in her trembling tiny hand, outstretched to the three of you, while her other arm was around a boy barely 4 years old probably, an apple in his hand, the empty pie tray beside them.

All three of you were rather speechless seeing the children there; Seonghwa approaches now, gasping softly when he sees the children, tears now slowly running over the girl's face upon seeing more and more people. "There there, no need to cry, pretty princess; how did you two get lost here, mh?" Seonghwa sat down in front of them now, pushing Hongjoong to the side with a side remark that his scowl was scaring the kids. The kids were trembling visibly, they must've been frightened to the core. The girl looked around till her teary eyes came to a stop on your face, her tiny hand slowly loosening around the dagger as your hand reached out to hand it to Seonghwa before sitting down before the two children. The girl took one last glance at the man around her before pressing her face to your chest, trying to hide from all the intruding gazes around her. The tiny body of the girl was shaking with sobs now, and her brother was looking confused at his sister now, clutching the apple tightly in his hands. He was also visibly frightened, but his brain wasn't quite able to grasp the situation. "Do you want to see something amazing? One of our members can break that apple in half with only his hands, how about you come out so he can show you." Stretching your hand out for the boy, he crawls over to you, laying his head on your shoulder now, before looking at all the people around him.

"It's okay now, you two are safe.." The girl's violent sobs slowly subsided to silent tears rolling down her chubby cheeks. Standing up with her in your arms now, you softly take the hand of the boy and lead them through the crowd that has gathered to your quarters, Seonghwa and Hongjoong behind you. "Get back to work, nothing to see here!" Hongjoong barks, before closing the door, watching you sit down on the bed with the girl on your lap. The little boy tugged on Seonghwas pants softly, holding the apple out for him and motioning for him to cut it up, making the male sit down with a smile and start to cut the apple into little bunny slices with his dagger. Taking a seat beside you now, Hongjoong looks at the girl all over, noticing rope burns on her wrist and bruises on what he could see of her arm, making his breath hitch. His eyes glance over to Seonghwa, who has noticed the same on the boy and is now meeting Hongjoongs eyes.

"How did you two get on here?" Hongjoongs voice was soft as the girl looked at him, his hand reaching out to push a strand of hair behind her ear before wiping her tears away softly. She looked over her shoulder to her brother, who was happily eating the apple slices Seonghwa made him with a smile, before casting her eyes back to Hongjoong. "We ran away from pirates that captured us and.. I saw you rescue this girl on the island so.. We hid on here.." Her voice was trembling and her tiny hands shaking, what this girl must've been through already in her young years of age. "Alright, you're safe now, you don't have to worry anymore. Where are you two from? We'll bring you back." Hongjoong had this soft look in his eyes, the same he looked at you with when you were crying on Mavery. "We're from a small kingdom to the east, it's called Horizon. Our parents are the king and queen." The girl explained, making your eyes go slightly wide; you have heard of that kingdom but never got to encounter it in any way; your parents had talked about it a few times. "I see; we will take you back as soon as possible; you two should probably sleep a little bit now." Looking up into your eyes you nod softly, laying the girl down in your bed, Seonghwa doing the same with the boy, before putting the blanket over them. "It will take a while, but we'll make sure you're back with your parents soon." Smiling at the softly, the girl thanks you quietly, before both slip into dreamland and the three of you exit the room.

"Mingi, we'll take a course to Horizon; we'll search for those assholes later. First, we'll get those kids home and then go find them." Hongjoong barks an order to Mingi and the crew, making the tall man nod and run to the steering wheel with his compass and little map book in hand. Mingi had a small book full of maps he personally took care of; it was a little help for him every time he had to quickly change course. "We'll probably take around five days to reach that island; I know it's a lot to ask for, but please look after those kids in the meantime, make sure they eat and rest well." Nodding, you saw another side of Hongjoong yet again today; he was truely different than you had assumed at first.

The kids slept rather long, both of them waking up in the evening when the sun was setting, peaking their heads out to watch some of the crew. "Oh, you two are awake! How did you sleep?" It was Wooyoung who approached them with a big grin, crouching down to them, the girl stepping protectively in front of her brother. "My my, you are such a brave young lady, protecting your brother with your whole being mh?" Another voice, this time it was San approaching, crouching down beside Wooyoung. "This is Wooyoung, and I'm San; we never got to know your two names; mind telling us?" San smiled at the sweetly; the girl was slowly letting her guard down, looking at San; he somehow had a comforting aura around him, yet she couldn't pinpoint why; it was as if she knew him. "My name is Eunhee.. And my brother is Heejun.." She mumbled softly, making San smile at her. "I see; you two are probably hungry, mh? Let's go eat something?" Holding out his arms for them, the siblings looked at each other for a second before holding onto his neck as he stands up with both of the children in his arms, carrying them over to where Yeosang was giving out the dinner for everyone.

"Three plates please!" San beams at Yeosang, who smiles at the two kids in his arms, calling you over. "Oh, you two are awake! How did you sleep? I see you meet San and Wooyoung!" You greet the two kids, who smile at you for the first time, handing Wooyoung two plates as you carry two more over to a table. "They even told us their names, Eunhee and Heejun!" San explains, pointing at the girl and then the boy, amazing how quickly they seemed to trust him. "What pretty names! Enjoy your food and then you can go back to the room or enjoy some more time with Sannie and Woo!" You softly pat their head, before returning to help Yeosang with the food. "She reminds me of my mom, so elegant and lovely, yet strong." Eunhee tells San, while her brother was already feasting on his first warm meal in probably days or weeks. "Oh really? She is definitely a little sweetheart. She hasn't been with us for too long, but everyone loves her and how nice she is." Wooyoung explains to Eunhee now, making Jongho behind him scoof. "And this! Is the man that can break an apple with his hands! Come on grumpy bear, show the kids." Wooyoung tosses Jongho an apple now, making the man glare at him, but can't resist the excited eyes of the children, showing them how he breaks an apple with only his hands, making their mouths open wide in awe, as he places each half on their plate now.

"Where are you, by the way, going to sleep when the kids sleep in your bed?" Yeosang leans against a table now as he finally gets to eat his own meal. You didn't even think about this, pondering over his question for a second before shrugging your shoulders. "I'll probably sleep on a chair in the room or maybe with all of your guys downstairs?" You mumbled to yourself now. "Over my dead body will you sleep down there with all these men. You'll take my bed till we drop the kids off, I'm used to napping on my chair." Hongjoong appears behind you now, making you a bit startled. He wanted you to sleep in his bed? Along with him staying in the room? "Oh, I can't accept that! I wouldn't want to take space from you!" Shaking your head in denial of his offer now, he raised his eyebrow. "That wasn't a request or offer, that was an order." He explains to you now, making all movement stop and your cheeks turn a soft hue of pink. "Besides, Joongie barely gets any sleep, a little workaholic, you see~" Seonghwa buts in, running away after dropping off his empty plate before Hongjoong could hit him.

So it was decided you would be staying in Hongjoongs quarters for now while the kids were on board sleeping on his bed, while he would either sleep on his chair or the small couch in the room. "Seriously I could also take the couch.." Pulling the blanket over your legs, you look over to the man at his desk, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose now, looking over to you from his book. "Seonghwa already told you, I barely sleep overall, so why should I let you take the couch and end up with back pain when the bed is fully free." He shrugs his shoulders as he goes back to reading; he had a point, of course; you still felt rather bad to take up his bed, but apparently, discussing it wasn't going to happen, so you simply turned around and laid your head down on the pillow. It smelled like him; Hongjoong always had this fresh smell of lemons and mint, yet something spicy, too, along with a tinge of a iron smell. The smell was soothing, so you quickly fell asleep in his bed.

The first night was calm, you woke up to an empty room, hearing Hongjoong bark out orders to his crew as you get ready, peeking in to see the children still asleep, making your way over to Yunho for your morning training. Since you weren't able to train yesterday due to the kids, Yunho decided to do a double lesson this morning, making sure you got all the training Hongjoong asigned him to do with you. It was a calm morning; the kids soon woke up; Seonghwa helped them wash up and then gave them some breakfast while they watched you and Yunho train in awe.

"Did you two sleep well?" Approaching the siblings now after you handed the sword you were using to Yunho, sitting down beside the girl now. "Pretty well, the bed was really comfortable! Thank you for letting us sleep there!" Eunhee was so polite in her young years already making her remind you of yourself, smiling softly at her as you softly pat her hair. "Of course, we want you to feel comfortable on the way back home." Looking up now as San approaches you three, taking a seat beside Heejun, you had no idea but it seemed like San was drawn to them, obviously having a soft spot for the kids. "You'll soon be home again with your parents, it will probably only take a few more days." Sans's voice was soft when he spoke to them; it was adorable, honestly.

So the days went on, you and San spent most of the time with the kids, cheering them up when they missed their parents, while at night, you tried to get enough sleep, despite knowing Hongjoong was in the same room.

So here he was, sitting at his desk, the last night before you guys would reach Horizon to bring the kids back and go back on to track down those thief's. Whimpering caught his ear as he looked up now, his eyes moving over to your shaking form; you were probably having another nightmare. He often heard you at night, the soft whimpers and cries in your sleep, a name he assumed of your brother tumbling from your lips. Standing up with a sigh, he slowly approaches your bed, taking a seat beside you as his eyes scan your scrunched-up face. Tears were slowly running down your cheeks, lip tugged in by your teeth, making Hongjoong cringe; he swore he could see a drop of blood from the way you were biting down. Screw him. If anyone came in, no, he would kill them. Pushing off his boots, he softly laid down beside you, his arm coming around your waist as he started to softly whisper to you. "It's fine, you'll be okay.." It reminded him of San when he first joined, Wooyoung often told him of the night terrors San had. Running his thump over your scrunched-up forehead and nose now, watching your face slowly relax as his thump traces down to rub away the tears. "I told you, tears don't suit your pretty face.." A low sigh escapes the captain's lips, and his fingers softly tug on your lower lip now, making your teeth release it and a soft whimper escapes your lips. "Finally.." Watching you peacefully now, his eyes were suddenly feeling way too heavy, resting his head beside yours now as his eyes close, his arm around your waist drawing you closer to him.

Soft knocks wake you up from your sleep, noticing something heavy on your waist as you look behind you to see Hongjoong's peacefully sleeping face. At first, you wanted to scream, push him away, but then you remembered Seonghwas's words, carefully pushing his arm away to not wake him up; as you scoot off the bed and exit the room, one last glance at the sleeping captain. "Morning, Hongjoong isn't here?" Seonghwa looks confused at you, as you were the one to exit the room and not his captain. "He's asleep; let's not wake him up; you said he doesn't sleep well often." Moving past him, you notice that you were finally docked at Horizon. The island was lively, a rather sunny and warm one, with colorful flowers growing everywhere, making you watch in awe. "Different from your kingdom mh?" Seonghwa asks you, nodding at his question, noticing now how some of the members had already gone into the town to collect some things. San was sitting to the side, getting the kids presentable; most of their injuries were by now gone and treated, thanks to Yeosang. "Let's get those kids home." Hongjoong finally joins you, stretching his arms and yawning, his coat on now. "Seonghwa you take the kids, let's go." Following the order, Seonghwa takes the kids as they wave goodbye to San; just as you are about to join Hongjoong and Seonghwa, your captain stops you. "Did you forget who you are? Where you're from and who is searching for you? You can't join, stay here with San." Watching them leave with a pout now, San comes to stand beside you. "Don't be sad; he still leaves me here too, when they have to talk to higher-ups." Looking confused at him for a second now, he just shrugs his shoulders as he goes over to help Wooyoung carry some things he and Yeosang bought on board.

It took roughly an hour till Hongjoong and Seonghwa came back, a little bag in their hands. "We'll be going as soon as everyone is back; they were rather thankful and rewarded us nicely for bringing their children back," Hongjoong explains to the crew now before moving to his room.

The next stop would be an island where a rather famous crew often resided, the crew that stole something from Hongjoong he badly wanted to have back.

#x reader #imagines #ateez x reader #imagine #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #kim hongjoong #pirate hongjoong #kim hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong #kim hongjoong x y/n #ateez pirate au #ateez pirate #pirate au

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