#but then *enter will* and suddenly there's nothing he wouldn't do.. including jump start the end of the world

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What You Won't Do For Love by Bobby Caldwell

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Líf

First raid

- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.

As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.

At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.

They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.

After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.

After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"

"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."

The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.

As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.

"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept

She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."

Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."

She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"

Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."

Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.

Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."

smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.

Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.

Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.

Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.

gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.

She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."

Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."

She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.

[vorish-wonderland]

Jade has been restraining himself oh so much recently, he thinks he deserves to let himself go for a bit. He decides to eat the next person he sees, but- Oh! It's you! He doesn't want to eat you... but if someone else doesn't come along soon... he might.

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, reluctant-ish pred

★✦Frenzy✦★

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Everything is in position.

Some helpless little prey will come wandering by any second now.

And then........ chomp!

They'll be trapped within his jaws... and sent down into his stomach.

It's been so long since he's indulged himself like this... this is going to feel amazing.

Ah, someone is approaching!

Wait for the perfect moment, and then-!

"Oh, hey, Jade!" You said as he jumped out at you. "Were you... trying to scare me...?"

"(Y/N). Good evening." Jade looked shocked. "Why were you... um... walking this way......?" He asked, a strange smile on his face.

"I was just leaving class, and just... decided to come this way, y'know?" You chucked to yourself. "Were you waiting for me out here? Didja want to walk back to the hall of mirrors together? School's pretty much done for the day, right? Come on, let's go!"

You grabbed Jade's hand and started leading him along with you.

"(Y/N), are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

You and Jade walked through the hallways of the school together, you could feel his grip on you getting tighter and looser randomly.

"Are you... ok, Jade...?" You asked, noticing his grip getting very tight.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, I'm fine, I'm just a bit..." He let go of your hand for a moment. "...stressed."

"About what?"

"Nothing you would understand, so... don't worry. Come on, let's keep going."

"...are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes."

"Well, if you're sure!"

You two kept walking for a while...

You could hear Jade breathing heavily behind you the whole time.

You looked behind you, and realized that Jade was MUCH closer then you'd thought.

You two awkwardly just stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

His eyes almost looked soulless.

He grabbed your hands as his stomach growled loudly, hungrily, wanting you something inside of it.

"Jade...?" You nervously asked.

He suddenly readjusted himself, backing away from you and looking like he'd snapped out of whatever trance he was in before.

"Hm? Yes? Is something wrong, (Y/N)?" Jade asked.

"Are you hungry...?"

"What-? No, of course not- well, maybe a little... but you don't worry about that! I'll get something to eat back at the dorm."

"Um... y-you're, uh... drooling." You nervously said. This entire situation just felt... off to you.

"Oh! Am I?" He asked, wiping the saliva from below his mouth. "How odd. Let's keep going."

"Jade... you're... y-you're kinda scaring me..." You admitted.

...

"I can't do this anymore."

Right as Jade said that, he grabbed your hands and stuffed them into his mouth.

Knowing Jade, this is probably just some sick joke, right?

That's what you thought, until...

Until he swallowed, and you felt your hands enter his throat.

"Wait, Jade, what are you doing?!" You asked in a panic as he made quick work of your arms.

Next, your head was swallowed. Then your shoulders, your chest, your hips, before he jerked his head back, and let gravity work to pull the rest of you inside him.

You were in a horribly uncomfortable position.

"My apologies about that, (Y/N)..." You heard Jade say. "I have a hard time controlling my instincts sometimes... do to the overabundance of humans at this school, I just get... overwhelmed sometimes." Jade sighed.

"Like a... feeding frenzy, kinda...?" You asked.

"Yes... I truly apologize. I had really hoped some other human would walk past, but it was you. I truly did not want to eat you, (Y/N)." Jade insisted.

"Oh, um... t-that's ok, I... I guess..."

"Ah! So you'll let me do this again next time?" Jade excitedly asked.

"Wait what-?"

"How delightful! Thank you, thank you so much, (Y/N)!"

"Um... yeah. N-no problem... I guess."

So this is going to happen again some time...?

Greeeeaat..........

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Thranduil and Josie Part 100- The 13th Hour

Summary: Magic, spells and illusions oh my. Sometimes things aren't always as they appear. Thranduil? Where for art thou Thranduil? Something wicked this way comes. Raven is a wanted witch as Josie vows to end her. Is this the end of a great love? Only time will tell....

Warning: DEATH, angst, sexual references, language

"Love can sometimes be magic, and magic can sometimes be an illusion. Tonight is one of those nights when even the moon has to bathe himself in blood to prove the love for his sunshine."

All Hallows' Eve 1 am.

The full moon had turned to blood at the passing of midnight. Low rumbles of thunder could be heard in the remote distance and flashes of lightning flickered through the hazy night sky.

Raven stormed through the forest, execrated with rage after witnessing her mother's vicious death. She entered a secluded ritual ground that she held knowledge of as Caroline had frequently used it. Raven's hands burst into flames which also lit up the circle of standing firepits.

Her eyes burned bright orange, matching that of the inferno encasing her as she screamed. "Jareth!!!!"

Raven broke down in excruciating emotional agony causing all the fire to extinguish. Although she and her mother grew apart as Raven aged, Caroline was all she had in the entire world. Despite everything, she loved her...and now she was gone...bled dry before her very eyes. All because of you.

"Jareth!! Where are you??? I need you!!!" Raven howled.

The wind suddenly picked up and Jareth appeared behind her. "I am here. Do not fear. I am yours."

Raven gasped and spun around, jumping into his arms.

"Now now my love. Dry your tears and tell me what has caused them." the goblin King sympathetically demanded.

Rave released him and went into a rant. "They killed her! They killed my mother! And I saw it happen! Lestat and his evil clan, including my own grandmother. She killed her own daughter!. My mother trusted him and he turned on her! and they did it all for my wretched witch of a sister!! It wasn't supposed to be this way...my mother...she...she was supposed to come with us...far away from here where we would be safe with you in your Kingdom, after...after she took care of...that miserable Elvenking. And...she did...but something must have happened...after I assisted her to get him alone. I never should have left her but those damn elves were in the way....and the others were coming." Raven then became hostile as she clenched her teeth. "You have to take care of them all! For me, for my mother! and then help me finish the plan she started. I have to do this for her and to make my sister know pain like no other. Like she has caused me..."

Jareth paced slowly about as he took in all of this information. "I will help you but if you are asking of me to also harm your sister and her unborn child, I will not. It is non-negotiable."

"No, I meant I want her to suffer as far as pain...but..umm. Why?? Why are you defending her!! Like everyone else always does! She is nothing to you so why do you care???" The jealousy was unmistakable in Raven's tone and words. "Do you secretly desire her like every other man on the planet seems to? She has already taken one love from me, I will not let her have you too!!""

"Pipe down girl! Know your place for I am all you have left now. You do not want to infuriate me. My concerns regarding the Queen are none of yours."

"They are if you dream of fucking her!! Is that what it is?? Am I not good enough?? Do you crave a more experienced woman?? Because you will definitely find that in her! She's had two elves and a vampire. I am sure she wouldn't mind a....a...whatever you are!"

Jareth was now enraged like he warned her not to do. One swift turn of his hand and a monstrous creature evolved from the ground that stood growling with rage in front of Raven. She fell backwards and the alien like form raised his arm to strike her. A blinding flash of light then engulfed them both.

The hideous creature began to combust in flames, lighting up the forest up through the trees and then it fell dead at her feet.

She ran and then spun around to Jareth in utter fear.

He stood with a cheshire cat grin upon his face as he formed his hand into the shape of a gun and blew a heavy breath over his fingertip.

"Are you fucking crazy??!!" she reeled. "What the fuck was that thing??!"

"That my dear was a wendigo. I suppose if you had not been under lock and key for half of your life, you would have known of the deadly beast's existence. Crazy? Some may choose such words to describe me. But I am only crazy for you. As I told you once before...love me and I will be your slave....but as you have witnessed just now...cross me and I will dig your grave. You conjured me as you wished for a King. You should be more careful what you wish for, for you just might get it all....and then some you don't want. Have I made myself clear now?"

"Crystal....." Raven muttered with wide ghastly eyes.

"Marvelous. Now. For the task at hand that you ask of me. Thy will be done. I will go now and handle the matters and you shall go attend to your mother's and then off we all shall go back to Goblin Town to live happily ever after." Jareth reveled in delight.

"Wait...no. I want to go with you. I cannot go and handle her agenda all on my own."

Jareth stroked her trembling chin and locked his lips on hers, slithering his devilish tongue into her mouth. Raven melted against him at his touch as she twirled her tongue around his. Soft enticing moans escaped her and in turn, his firm cock and intermittent twitches could be felt against her pelvis. "I...I do love you my King Jareth. I wish for you to take me away from this awful place as I once asked of you before."

The goblin King smiled as a clock appeared behind him and he pointed at it. "So be it. The thirteenth hour is upon us. Time is short. I suggest you hurry before the blood of the moon wears thin." Jareth and the clock then both disappeared.

"J..Jareth?? Wait....oh god..." Raven panicked and then raced off.

Haldir, Legolas, Aragorn, Narcisse, Selene and Michael had sped off after Raven but the conniving sorceress was able to deter them from her path. That did not dissuade them from their course and they kept on in search for the fire fiend.

You finally let go of Garrett and ran to your grandmother Maharet, who was now nothing but a statue of stone.

"We have to do something! She cannot be dead!"

A cold hand softly rested on your shoulder. "The power lies within your grasp." You turned to see a saddened and bloody Lestat. Maharet meant a lot to him and she had also just saved his life. If not for her, he would not have been able to stop from sucking Caroline's last supply of blood. He then glanced down at your pocket.

"Oh...oh my god...the pendant! Will it...can it..."

"It can. Why do you think it is so desired in the vampire realms of the world." Garrett added as he came up to you with a smile. "You can bring your grandmother back Josephine."

You took it from your pocket and then gazed at Lestat. "Just so you know...If it were you before me in stone right now...I would do the same for you. You have earned a place in my heart LeBrat."

For the first time since you had known him, the disconnected vampire laughed a genuine laugh instead of his protective snarky ones.

"Just don't ever call me that again." he grinned.

"Deal.."

You kissed the gem and placed it on Maharet's stone cold heart, holding it there with your palm. The emerald lit up so bright, it x-rayed right through your hand revealing your bones and veins. Just like that, there she was, alive and well...and in shock.

"Grandmother!!" you screeched and ran into her arms.

After she realized what you had just done for her, her face softened and she embraced you in return. "I have no words. This will never be forgotten young one. And...just call me Mara. Grandmother seems so....old." she said with a smirk.

"I...I am so sorry for what you felt you had to do."

"Nonsense. It needed to be done or Caroline would have continued on her path of destruction. Now we must deal with Clover so you can find your husband. It is time to go."

As you all rushed out the door....a voice called to you stopping you dead in your tracks. Thranduil's voice. "Josephine...." You whipped around so fast, your neck cracked and then you ran back inside to where his voice came from.

"Thranduil!!! Thranduil, where are you?? I am right here, I hear you!" you cried and panted in despair as your eyes darted all around the room.

"Josephine? What are you doing? Thranduil is not in here?" Julian asked as he gently grabbed your arm.

"Yes he is! Didn't you hear him?? He is calling for me daddy! HELP ME find him!!"

"Josephine..." Thranduil's voice called to you again, but in a whispering echo.

You gasped and clutched your father. "There! Did you hear him??" The look upon Julian's face told you that he did not. "It's alright...you cannot hear him because it is our special connection! Thranduil!! Tell me where you are baby please!!" you shouted as you quickly paced around the room.

You were beginning to hyperventilate when ....you saw him. In the mirror on the wall with his palm resting flat on it...from the other side...and it was raining. He gazed at you with an expressionless face. His eyes were of moonlight... And....then you saw....her. Behind him on a balcony. The same woman you saw that saved you from the ravaging ocean waters...the same woman that you saw Thranduil conversing with on the grounds of his halls. His mother....

You turned to your father in desperation. "Do you see him????"

Julian shook his head softly. "No my love. All I see is our reflection."

"But...but..he is right here!!" You placed your hand on the mirror against his and you felt him. You felt his warm soft skin and could also feel his heartbeat pulse through you. His energy was invigorating.

Sparks began to fly as your hands touched and it shocked you. Literally.

The mirror shattered into pieces like a bomb had went off. The force of the blast sent you and Julian soaring backwards.

After all you had been through, you had become quite resilient and got right up to tend to your unconscious father who had held you in his arms to protect you from the fall. As powerful as Julian was, he still was somewhat weakened from 9 years of being shackled to iron.

"Daddy!! Wake up!! I cannot lose you again!" you sobbed and shook him.

Julian's eyes fluttered open and he sat right up. "I am alright my Jo...I think I just had the wind knocked out of me."

You quickly turned to the shattered mirror on the wall, then ran to it. There was nothing there but the frame and the back lining. You panicked and ripped the frame from it's tethers....and all you saw was a gray stone wall.

"NO!!" You smacked your hands relentlessly all over the empty stone slab. "Thranduil!!!" Your hands slid down the wall as you dropped to your knees and bawled.

"Jo...Come...we will find him."

"But...he was right here!! I..I touched him!! Daddy...you have to believe me! It was like...like he was in some other world. He needs me!! He is trapped somewhere! And...I...I..I saw his mother there too....My mother did this, I know it!!"

"Then we must go now and find him! and Raven... I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help you. There are 13 of us against one little weakened girl."

"She is by far not weak when she is this angry. Father, you should know that the strongest magic comes from the worst emotions...anger and rage. Let us not forget that she was a mere child when she slaughtered half of Laketown. We cannot take her powers lightly."

Julian lowered his hand down to you. "I underestimate no one." You whimpered a soft cry and took his hand, then reluctantly went with him while glancing back at the wall...

1:15 am

Aragorn and the six others found the stone circle where Raven had been. A light smokey film still lingered. "She has been here just moments ago and could not be far off. Lets keep moving."

"Wait!" Narcisse shouted as he glanced all around, smelling the air. He then rushed to the other side of the circle and found the still smoldering remains of the creature, then squatted down to study it.

"Is...is that...Raven?" Legolas asked with his nose cringed from the distinct foul odor.

"One could only wish. No...this mates, is a wendigo." Stephane explained in a disheartened tone.

"I knew that stench was familiar." Legolas informed. "I have not seen one of these since..."

"Gollum." Haldir whispered. "But..this one is much too large to have been him. And what is that other scent?"

Narcisse stood up. "You mean the citrus like smell?" His eyes scoured their surroundings in worry. "We have a much greater problem than Raven. Jareth is here....."

1:30 am

As you, Julian, Garrett, Lestat, Armand, Maharet and Marius raced around the grounds, a breeze swarmed over you and went right up your nose. Lilacs....

"Thranduil!!!" you began shouting in a frenzy as you charged off, following the scent.

"Josephine NO! It could be a trap!" Garrett shouted as he whisked up and snatched your arm.

"Oh you got that right G!!" Raven roared and set her hands ablaze. The redheaded fire fueled dhampir came out of an old church. "How about a little fire, lover?...a little foreplay yes?" She glared at Garrett with soulless eyes.

"Ok..." is all Garrett said and placed his hand out in front of him. You had almost forgotten how his hand lit up in flames when he was trying to teach you how to use your magic as he was a fire sign like you. But in this instance, he did nothing but flicker his fingers together while he grinned.

The flames in Raven's hand began to burn her and she couldn't put them out. Frantically, she swatted her hands about but they remained ablaze and she began to panic.

"You were saying?" Garrett taunted.

It began to rain. Raven became enraged and it broke the hold Garrett had over her. Her eyes lit up like a blood orange and she tenaciously sent a path of blazing destruction towards the both of you.

As the fire streamed right for you, Narcisse stepped in line out of nowhere. "How about a cleansing bath you fucking cunt."

Your jaw dropped as Stephane hurled a ball of water the size of two basketballs at her.

It knocked her over like a bowling pin strike and doused all her fire.

"Narcisse, what the?" you began to ask in shock.

"What? I'm a water sign." he excessively grinned.

Marius muttered from beside you in a jealous manner. "So am I." You had to chuckle as you remembered him taking Raven out in the same style when she sent fire at Haldir.

Raven was now on the ground choking on the smoke from her own fire. You ran and grabbed her up by the neck. "Where is my husband!" Your teeth were clenched so tight together, it hurt.

She cackled just like Caroline did. "Let me up and I'll tell you."

"Jo...do not! She lies!! Kill her...now!" Narcisse shouted.

"No!! She knows where he is! Tell me Clover!! Or I will have G light you up again." you shrieked with sarcastic emphasis.

Garrett gawked at her with a tedious grin. He was becoming impatient with the psychopath. "You're outnumbered so just give it up already."

"Why? So you can then kill me? You are the ones who are outnumbered. The 13th hour is almost up and he will come. Time is short."

You flashed back to your memory of Jareth on Halloween when you were 15, the clock with a 13th hour on it and how he had said those exact same words to you. He had also said he would see you soon. You turned to look at Julian in fear as you knew whom Raven spoke of, and also the fact that you swore you had seen him inside the party earlier.

Narcisse then came up to Julian. "Jareth has come. I can verify it from our earlier findings. Your brother is here. But why is beyond me."

Raven was dumbfounded. "B..brother?" Now it all made sense to her as to why Jareth would not harm you. He was your uncle.

"He has come because the wicked one has conjured him and he has....claimed her." Julian reeled as he glared at Raven. "Do you know what you have done witch?!" Even your father, as powerful as he was, seemed to....not fear but be somewhat intimidated by Jareth and you had to wonder why.

"Enough of this." Haldir snapped and leered down at the weakened dhampir with wide eyes. At that moment you then knew what he was doing. Haldir was taking advantage of her crippled state and forced his power of truth upon her. "Where is Thranduil!"

She began to whimper as she could not control her answer. "He is...he...is...in there..." She pointed with her shaking hand to the church she just came out of.

You stupidly let go of her and raced off to the battered structure as Haldir and Legolas followed quickly on your heels.

Raven took advantage of the opportunity and tried to escape but Maharet locked her to the ground with one glance.

"Hello granddaughter. I have been dying to meet you." Maharet's eyes glowed yellow as she formed a sinister grin and moved towards her only to be stopped by Garrett.

"Wait...not until we know if Josephine has found Thranduil."

"You all are in for a big world of hurt." Raven reeled. "Especially if you harm me. You will all see!"

"You have quite the big mouth for someone in such circumstances. Very much like your mother and look how that ended for her." Maharet snarled.

Raven glared at her. "You are deranged! You killed your own daughter! My mother!"

A hearty laugh plunged out of Maharet's mouth. "You do the crime, you do the time...in hell, and you will soon be joining her."

Raven gulped and frantically searched for Jareth with her eyes.

1:45 am

It was beginning to storm as you entered the darkened church. The only light shined of red from the blood moon through a giant hole where part of the roof had caved in at some point.

"Thranduil!!" you yelled in a panic. "If you can hear me, make some kind of noise so I can find you!" There was so much rubble laying around that made it difficult to navigate.

"Jo...we have to use caution in here." Haldir informed as he glanced all around what was left of the ceiling. "The roof is unstable and could collapse at any moment."

"I don't care! If he is in here, we have to get him out!" You had made your way to the back of the church where part of the wall was missing as well. The wind from the storm rushed in and pieces of stone could be heard intermittently falling. As you walked through an archway, you froze at the sight before you, sending your knife crashing to the ground.

There Thranduil laid on the ground perfectly still in a pool of blood. It all felt like slow motion as you forced your heavy legs to move. You plummeted to your knees at his side as Legolas ran to his other side and also knelt down while Haldir stood in shock. Thranduil's eyes were closed, his skin pale and he was silent.

"Thranduil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you screeched.

Your trembling hands cradled his face. He was so cold. You laid your head on his chest to listen for a heartbeat....but there was none.

You raised your head to look at him refusing to accept he was gone. "No......no....It's gonna be ok. Please just look at me. Please baby don't leave me." you squeaked as you began to break down.

"Josie, the pendant!" Legolas barked.

You gasped as his shout snapped you back to reality and hysterically fumbled to retrieve it from your pocket, then kissed it and slammed it upon his chest holding it firmly in place with your eyes pursed shut. "Please...PLEASE!!! Wake up!!"

Seconds went by that seemed like seemed like minutes. Nothing was happening. It didn't light up and he didn't move. "Why isn't it working!!??" you cried.

"It...it has been...too long. Jo...I am...so...so sorry." Haldir whispered in disbelief and deep regret.

Legolas had a dead locked stare on his father as his gaping eyes filled with tears.

Haldir's words echoed into silence and you felt your heart stop as time stood still.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" you wailed. "Please come back!"

Everyone's heads snapped towards the church at the sound of your shrill cry. Maharet's hold on Raven broke from her distraction and she bolted off. Garrett, Selene and Julian all raced inside as the rest went after Raven. Garrett was the first one you saw come in.

"I...I am going to kill her.........."

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[aoicourier]

November 14th, 2281 (later)

Well, I found the Brotherhood. Or rather, they found me.

I set off from Goodsprings this morning and took a detour through Quarry Junction. There were deathclaws everywhere, but since I was alone I managed to sneak past them with the help of a Stealth Boy device I'd found, rendering me invisible for several minutes. I still skirted the cliffs, keeping my distance from the monsters as much as possible. By complete coincidence I ran into a small group of Great Khans up there… including Melissa, one of Papa Khan's four advisors. A young woman covered in scars and leather. She was waiting for a chem delivery, but the deathclaws had delayed it, like everything else in the region. I brought up the topic of the Legion, and she said she couldn't wait to sign up. The Legion's emissary, Karl, had filled her mind with ideas of becoming a great warrior in their ranks.

I told her that the Legion didn't permit women to serve. I hadn't seen a single female Legionary at Fortification Hill. At best, she'd be sold to an officer as his wife. She took one look at my eyes, and knew I was telling the truth. She assured me that when she returned to Red Rock Canyon, she'd tell Papa not to support an alliance. I moved on, passing through Sloan, a tiny mining town with nothing to mine. A man who turned out to be Melissa's real father - small wasteland, huh - warned me about the deathclaws. Said the infestation had started after the Powder Gangers had escaped the NCR Correctional Facility a few weeks back and stolen all the town's dynamite. Powder Gangers… haven't heard from them in a while. I'm sure I'll see them again before long.

The Hidden Valley area was aptly named, hidden amongst hills infested by bark scorpions. The beautifully-crafted handgun I'd taken from Benny - the engraving on the grip calls it "Maria" - made short work of them. There were multiple bunkers in the area, covered with graffiti that advocated peace and love. The first couple of bunkers I investigated were empty, and I was beginning to suspect I'd come to the wrong place, but in the third bunker I was suddenly surrounded by heavily armed soldiers wearing imposing metal armour, plasma rifles trained at my head. Their leader told me to place everything - my weapons, even my clothes - in a box, or be executed immediately. They wouldn't even let me keep my glasses on.

Dressed only in my underwear, I was marched before their leader, McNamara, who they called the Elder. He was indeed an older man, with white hair. He demanded to know how I had found them. I lied, said I'd seen one of their patrols in the area. He responded by fitting me with a collar that would explode if I tried to leave his jurisdiction. He wanted to test how trustworthy I was. An NCR Ranger had taken up residence in one of the nearby bunkers, and he wanted me to drive him away. I was marched back to the surface and allowed to dress, and saw no choice but to do as the Elder had demanded. I imagined the collar exploding and taking my head off if I so much as touched it.

When I entered the bunker, the NCR Ranger jumped me from behind, holding me up at gunpoint. He assumed I was a Powder Ganger. Exhausted from being ambushed so many times in a single day, I told him I'd shove his gun up his ass if he didn't lower it. He seemed to respect that. Introduced himself as Dobson, from Camp McCarran, said he was trying to establish a safehouse here. I lied through my teeth, telling him the Powder Gangers frequently use these bunkers as safehouses already. He made the decision himself to clear out, deeming it too dangerous. I'm glad it didn't come to violence.

When I returned to the Elder, he revealed there was a microphone in the bomb collar and that he'd heard everything I'd said. Sneaky bastard. Thankfully, he was impressed with the way I'd exploited the Ranger's fears to get rid of him without bloodshed. He removed the collar, warning me that I'd still be executed if I took any action against the Brotherhood. As I explored the bunker - it was expansive, extending far underground almost like a Vault-Tec Vault - I learned more about this chapter of the Brotherhood. They had originally been based at a power station called Helios One - I'd passed by it on the road near Novac - but had been defeated by the NCR and retreated here. They were now under lockdown following the disappearance of three squads of paladins, which meant the only combat training they did these days was in some kind of computer called "virtual reality". The head paladin, a grizzled man named Hardin, told me that morale was plummeting as a result. He blamed McNamara, asked for my help to remove him from power. If Hardin took his place, he'd lift the lockdown and could pledge the Brotherhood as an ally. They may have their conflicts with the NCR, as many in the Mojave do, but with their powered armour, energy weapons, and military discipline, they'd be a powerful tool to wield against the Legion. And women here had just as much power as men.

There's a lot of internal strife here. Months of being locked in a bunker together with nothing to do and nobody to fight has made these people restless and irritable. There are too many names to remember, and they all seem to have a grudge against somebody else. As a new face in the bunker, there was a lot of interest in me. I helped their head scribe scrub a virus from their datastore, and was able to access some records regarding removing an Elder from power. It seems there are three precedents: murder, destroying a relic (anathema to the Brotherhood, whose founding mission is to hoard Pre-War technology) and breaking the Chain-That-Binds: essentially, the chain of command.

I'm writing this in one of their dorm rooms. Tomorrow, I'm going to go looking for the three missing paladin squads. I can track them via the holotapes they were carrying. There's so much to do, and not much time left. I just have to hope I can assemble as many allies as possible before the Hoover Dam falls to the Legion, and New Vegas topples right alongside it.

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true lies - s. r. (11/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: you know what's coming - the truth.

Warnings: angst, minor violence

Word Count: 2k

A/N: i listened to my favorite saddest songs while writing. be prepared. thanks for your kind feedback! gif not mine.

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JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. There's an expression on her face that you can't find the words for. "Y/N? What does she mean?"

You have to swallow. Your throat is tight and you can barely breathe, so you cling to her to keep from sinking to the floor. You can't take your eyes off the two in the interrogation room.

"What deal?" Spencer sits up straighter than he already does. His whole body is tense.

Cat shakes her head. "I thought you weren't here to talk about her or you."

When Spencer slaps the table with his palm, she doesn't even flinch. You do, the harder, and JJ's hands clench into fists. But you only notice this out of the corner of your eye. "What deal, Cat?" His tone is harsh, leaving no room for Cat's games.

She sighs. "Maybe you should ask her yourself. After all, she did come here with you, didn't she? I don't think she'd skip this dance." Cat looks past Spencer to the one-way mirror, straight through it, as if she knows you'd be standing right there. Her grin is crooked and ugly. "Come on, Y/N. You should know I don't bite. Not without notice, anyway."

You feel JJ's gaze on you as you enter the interrogation room without a word. You close the door behind you and out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer looking at you. But your gaze is fixed straight on Cat. You stop right at the door.

"It's good to see you again, Y/N."

You don't have to be a mind reader to know what's going on in Spencer's head. It's practically written all over his face. Again?

"Hi, Cat," you reply curtly. You feel like shooting her.

"I always knew you lived dangerously. But I didn't think you were stupid. Yet you were the smartest one on your team. No offense, Spencie." She says it like she's bored out of her mind, not like the whole situation could completely escalate in the next second. Spencer tries not to let on, but you can read the confusion on his face. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, involuntarily taking a step forward. Cat takes it as a sign to keep talking.

"I know you killed my partner in crime. Must have been quite a mess, I'm told. Shot right through the head. Kudos, Y/N. I knew you were smart, but you're also badass. Who would have thought." She raises her hand and inspects her filthy and chewed fingernails. Her gaze drifts to you without her moving her head. She looks at you through her eyelashes, which makes her look crazy. "Quite a pity about him. But he was really just my accomplice's boyfriend. So, not worth mentioning."

Accomplice? Boyfriend?

It only takes a brief moment for everything to come together in your head. Apparently, all emotion falls from your face, because Cat looks extremely pleased. "You didn't play by the rules, Y/N. And now someone else has to pay for it."

In three steps, you've crossed the room and pulled Cat from her chair. Before Spencer can stop you, you push her full force against the nearest wall, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. You press your forearm against her throat and she lets out a hoarse laugh. Her gaze mirrors yours. Fierce and unyielding. The pressure on her throat intensifies and she has to cough.

You feel big hands on your shoulders, yanking you back so that you stagger and bump into the table. For a brief moment, you want to fight back as you leap forward again to put a stop to Cat once and for all, but Spencer extends his arm to allow some distance between you. You don't look at him. Out of anger and out of shame, because this isn't you.

"What's going on here?", he finally asks when you've pulled yourself together a bit and he's sure you won't kill her the next chance you get. "What's she talking about, Y/N?"

Cat's look is challenging and you know full well she's not going to say anything. She's dropped the bomb and now it's up to you to make sure the explosion isn't too devastating. You look at Spencer and tears form in the corners of your eyes. There's no way to get around it. And he better hear it from you than from some crazy psychopath. You owe him that much.

"When you were arrested", you begin, hoping your voice doesn't sound as brittle as it does, "it was clear to me from the start that Scratch couldn't be responsible. When you were taken to Millburn Correctional Facility instead of protective custody, it should have been obvious to the others. It was no accident that they sent you there. It was too personal." You can barely look at him, which is why you stare at the floor. "It couldn't have been Scratch, but there was no one else who had a score to settle with you." Your gaze shifts to Cat, "Except for her.

I had no proof, nothing. But I was one hundred percent sure she had something to do with it. So I talked to Emily. She gave me the day off, and I came here." You suppress the urge to knead your hands, so you shove them into your pants pockets. Your gaze wanders back to the floor, though you'd like to look at Spencer. You want to know what's going on inside him, but you don't dare. "Cat denied having anything to do with it at first, but I didn't believe her. And then she made a deal."

"And that included?" asks Spencer. You have to swallow.

"She would get you out of jail, after all, she put you in there too. I knew you wouldn't make it through jail. And not because you were too weak, but because I knew there were some people there who wouldn't bat an eye to hurt a FBI agent like you. And I couldn't stand that, so I went for it." With each word, your voice grows quieter, though you try to sound as determined as possible. But the pain weighs you down and takes away your breath. You remember the visit then, and what it had cost you.

"And what did she want in return?" Spencer's eyes glisten as if tears have formed in them. He blinks once, and the shine disappears. "What the hell did she want, Y/N?"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks Your heart is beating fast, like it's about to jump out of your chest. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what follows. "She - she wanted me to leave you. Cat knew that prison could never hurt you the way I would if I abandoned you. If I left, with no explanation and no goodbye."

Spencer's shoulders sink and his muscles are no longer stretched to breaking point. You don't dare look at him, so you stare at Cat, whose grin has actually widened. Psychopathic sadist.

"Actually, Y/N was never supposed to come back either", she continues the explanation, but Spencer continues to look at you. "That was the deal. You weren't supposed to tell anyone about this and never come back, but you didn't stick to that. You thought if you killed the guy and I continued to be in here, you could go back home and get on with your life." Her grin disappears and suddenly she looks incredibly bitter. "Very reckless, if you ask me. My birdie knows you're back home, and as a warning, she left you a trail of dead married men. Apparently you got the message, after all, you're here. That they are dead is all your fault, Y/N. Because you couldn't stay away from your beloved Spencer." She looks from you to Spencer. "It's tragic, isn't it? She loves you so much that she took on all that pain just so you could get out of jail. How incredibly selfless of her. And I'm pretty sure you weren't exactly kind to her when she returned, were you, Spencie?"

Spencer and you can't look at each other, so heavy is the pain on your shoulders. All the anger, despair, and confusion that had spread through you since you saw each other again gives way to an all-consuming feeling of pressure that you can't shake. The only thing that can give you both some comfort is the clarity that has been created. Spencer now knows what really went on, and you no longer have to keep secrets from him. But the matter is far from over.

You look to Cat, but can't find the words. She's won.

You leave the interrogation room without looking at Spencer or saying another word. What could you have possibly said? JJ looks at you with widened eyes as you rush past her. She has her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to Emily, but calls after you, but you don't stop. The air in the building is stuffy and you feel like you're choking on it. Your heart is racing and you feel sick. You just want to get out.

"Y/N." Spencer's voice forces you to stop. You stop so jerkily that you almost fall. When you turn to face him, he's standing right in front of you. His gaze is hard. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't know exactly what to say either.

"I can't, Spencer", you beat him to it. You want to turn and keep walking, but his hand curls around your arm. At the touch, you're struck by lightning.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?"

You should. Definitely. "She had the men killed because I returned", you whisper. "She killed them because I couldn't take it anymore. Because I wanted to be with you. It's all my fault, Spencer. And I'll take the consequences for that."

"So you're just going to leave? Without explanation and without goodbye?"

You don't want to leave, quite the opposite. You would love to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him and never let go. You want to tell him you love him, but you can't. "I can't stay, Spencer. If I did, she would kill more people. I can't be responsible for that. I'm sorry."

You turn away from him, but as you take a step forward, Spencer pulls you back, making you slam against his chest. Your hands settle on the soft fabric of his shirt as his settle on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His expression has changed. There is deep sadness in his eyes and he tries to blink away the tears that have formed in the corners of his eyes, but they fall down his cheekbones. All at once, he looks so young. "Promise me you'll come back? Back to me?" One of his hands clasps both of yours, still resting on his chest. He holds them tightly, afraid of losing you again.

You smile weakly at him and tears come to your eyes too. Your smile is honest, but sad. "I will always come back to you."

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Immortal - 1, Introduction (kinktober)

Kaminari Denki - Electricity

Warnings: 18+ (minor dni), non-consensual touching, electricity, creepy Denki, running, not edited

Word count: 3,185 (this is longer than all the other parts)

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October

The month that had become dedicated to stories and decorations on store shelves that ranged from spooky to creepy. But there was a strange unsettled feeling resting in the air this year. You felt it in the cool breeze and the whispers as people talked about the missing heroes from the past two years.

It was hard to believe the year was almost over. Especially when it felt like it had only just started, but here you were. You checked the clock and found your shift was done. You promptly wrapped up what you were doing and practically skipped out, with a book in hand. On your way out, your ear caught snippets of a conversation.

"It's horrible what happened."

"I wonder if it's going to happen again this year."

Right.

Two years ago, in October, the famous incident occurred when several students from U.A. went missing during a mission they had all been on. No one could ever find a single trace of them.

You pondered on it as you walked on the sidewalk with your book tucked under your arm. The sky was a deep blue and the air you breathed in was crisp and refreshing. And you were off work for the rest of the day. Which meant you could finally read more of the book that had been sitting on your counter for the past month. And it was a perfect day to read outside.

But you couldn’t stop recalling the strange, seemingly related event that happened last year. The next year after the disappearance, also October, two more heroes who had only just recently graduated from U.A. vanished the same way. It was also around that time when they realized that the villains Shigaraki and Dabi never showed their faces again, and the League of Villains seemed to be looking for them.

However horrible the disappearances, it soon faded into past news and life went on like nothing had ever happened. However, when the calendar changed to October once more, everyone was on edge. The heroes seemed more cautious, the public held their breath in anticipation.

You did your best not to care. It put a sick feeling in your stomach. Hopefully your book would manage to distract you.

Upon finding a nice bench, with a view of the nearby forest, you sat down with a content sigh and flipped the book open. Thankfully, it worked. You slipped into the story, hardly even noticing when you flipped the page or even when the clouds began to block out the sun. You only stopped when it became nearly too dark to read the page. You looked up.

Night had fallen. Shadows stretched and covered everything like a blanket. The only bit of natural light was a dim blue that was sure to fade soon enough.

Your heart beat fast. You closed your book and started in the direction of your apartment. There were always stories. Stories you knew were real. Stories that you'd hear all throughout the whole year, about people staying out too late at night and running into the wrong people. Real monsters.

This was your plan until you spotted somethin- no, someone moving. In the darkness, it took you a moment to see them more clearly. Someone in black and gray from head to toe, not a single bit of skin showing. And one in yellow, a top hat, and a theater mask. It took a moment, but you recognized these two as villains. You stumbled back. They were on the news once, and now they were there. You could see them. They could see you if they looked, they just hadn't yet. Or had they?

Your hands shook. Your limbs were frozen for a few precious seconds. Seconds that you could have used to get away. You ran to the forest. It was the first place you thought of. Maybe you could hide in the trees if they followed you. It was certainly a better option than running in the middle of the street.

The shadows swallowed you. You rushed past the tall trees that loomed over you. Twigs snapped beneath you. The sound of your own terrified breathing filled your ears. So loud, you thought everyone could hear.

The thought of actually stopping to hide finally occurred to you. You ducked behind a tree, hoping it was wide enough to completely hide you. Your eyes darted everywhere. You stopped breathing, praying that you wouldn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Nothing. Just the wind in the trees above. The leaves were so dark they looked more black than the sky above you.

Suddenly, your eye caught something that you missed. It was large. You jumped, as if some primal instinct were prepared for a giant monster. It didn’t move. You squinted and let out the breath you were holding.

It was a mansion. There were no lights on inside of it, and the wood was so dark it almost blended in. You never heard about this being here.

You wondered if anyone lived in it. Maybe they could help you. Though, it thankfully seemed like you weren’t being followed. It would be easy to just walk up and get a closer look. With a hand against the tree, you considered your options, to stay or check it out.

Your curiosity won the day.

You stayed low, prepared to dive behind a tree or bush, or duck underneath the mansion porch's railing. Almost every sound was amplified in your ear, making you jump. Which included the sounds even you were making.

The door wasn't locked. It swung open with ease, seemingly inviting you in.

You were considering whether you should enter, when you heard a distant, deep voice behind you. Your heart leaped from out of your chest. Following the voice, now another one, were footsteps. Without a second thought, you dashed inside and closed the door.

The entrance was large and open. Two staircases across from you. Two rooms to the left and right. You stepped into the left room to peer through one of the windows. You walked closer and closer to it. But no matter how close you looked, even when your nose was nearly against the cold glass, you could only see black. You stepped back in confusion.

It was the moment that you heard the door opening that you realized there was nowhere to truly hide in the left room. You quietly ran and dove under the table in the right room. Probably a dining room. The old carpet was rough against your elbows propping you up. You willed yourself to stop breathing as you watched their feet slowly tread in.

"I don't remember this mansion wasn't here last time we searched here," one said.

The other closed the door behind him.

"Yeah. This place is cool, but a little creepy. It's old and boring!"

"You don't suppose this mysterious mansion would have anything to do with Shigaraki's and Dabi's disappearance?"

"Hopefully, definitely not! Everyone's been looking for them for a long time. But I think the voice behind the screen cares more about Shigaraki."

You couldn't hold your breath anymore. You tried to be as quiet as you possibly could, but the small amount of air you allowed yourself just made you breathe faster and heart race. What were they doing here? Still looking for Shigaraki? You resisted the urge to peek up at them. If you could see them, they could see you. But somehow even looking at just their feet filled you with anxiety. Jumping every time one seemed to walk towards you. You wished the table was lower. That there was a long tablecloth that would hide you. That they wouldn’t see you.

"We should tell Kurogiri about this. Let's just leave."

"I agree." A moment passed. He tapped his foot against the floor. "I seem to not have a signal here."

A few seconds and some rustling. "Me neither. I'll go out and make the call."

His heavy steps left, leaving the other to wait behind, but only for a second.

"Um, you might need to see this. We're screwed."

"Hm?" He promptly left, leaving you alone.

You considered getting up and running away. But where would you hide? Would you be fast enough to hide somewhere else? Maybe you could open a win-

"How… did this happen?"

"I don't know! I just walked out and saw the ground wasn't there anymore! Or the trees or anything!"

You barely concealed a gasp. The door slammed shut and you saw two pairs of feet walk in once more. They debated for what felt like hours. Your nerves were shot and it felt like your elbows had rugburn. Finally, they walked up the stairs. You waited just a little longer until you heard a door closed. And even longer, until you were sure.

You slid yourself out from under the table. That couldn't be true, right? You ran to the door on your tippy toes, wincing every time you made the slightest sound. The door opened after a gentle twist.

You looked out. And sure enough. There was nothing beyond the porch but an endless black. Not the kind of black when everything's too dark to see. Even then, the shadows had depth. This.. seemed to stretch on forever.

You rushed back in and grabbed a vase on a wooden stand. Fragile white with turquoise lines that formed diamonds. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do. You lowered the vase to the dark, one hand on the floor board while the other reached down as far as you could with the vase in hand.

The vase never touched the ground. With a sigh, you let go of it. It dropped and dropped. Fell and fell, slowly spinning… until you couldn’t see it anymore. You listened for a crash, some sign that it reached the bottom, but the only sound was your own breath.

No bottom in sight.

This had… this had to just be some sort of quirk. Some sort of… defense for someone living there. It was the only explanation. That had to be it. You weren't trapped there with no way out, right?

You sat up. You cautiously glanced into the room before stepping in. You hadn’t noticed that it should be too dark to see anything. But somehow you could, like dim light coming from a moon that didn't exist.

A red carpet led to the staircase, then split to go up each set of stairs. Between the two sets of stairs was a book on a stand. One you hadn’t noticed.

You opened up a window and looked out. The void was still there. Still wrapping around the mansion. The only thing that existed now was you and this house. And the villains.

You wrestle with your pocket while dashing to a dark corner beside a table, and ripped your phone out. It nearly fell out of your hands as you turned it on and dialed the first contact you saw. Dial tone. The number was unavailable. You texted your parents. The text couldn't get through. Zero bars. You could get onto social media or make a Google search. But you could post or message anyone. Not one word, not on a single forum.

Your hands trembled. You ran one through your hair, grabbed onto the roots, and pulled. It didn’t even hurt. Nothing to distract you from your situation.

What to do. What to do. Well, hiding there was doing nothing good. Maybe you could search for a way out. Or find the owner and tell them what had happened.

There was no way you were going through the dooring up the stairs. You wanted to avoid the villains at all costs. You picked the door on ground level to the right. Book shelves were lined against the wall. There was no dust, but something gave you the feeling they hadn't been used in a long time. No lights, but strangely lit like the room before. You walked through the next door. A bedroom. The bed was sloppily made. Maybe it was the lack of people, but something unsettled you. Nothing felt quite right. But perhaps this was reasonable considering nothing else about the mansion was normal.

You reached for the knob of yet another door when you heard footsteps on the other side. That was your chance. You should have seen who it was, if they could have helped you. But there had been almost no real sign of anyone being in the mansion up until then. Even with the used bed, what if the villains had found another way downstairs? What if they were about to catch you?

You turned and made a dash. Through every door you'd been through so far. You should have just hid under the bed, but you didn't think of it at the time. You just wanted to get as far as you could.

When you got back to the entrance, your heart dropped in horror when you saw the villains emerging from the doors at the top of the stairs. They hastily ran out of it and firmly closed it behind them.

"Who is that!?" The louder of the two said.

Blood pounded in your ears. You didn’t stop. You were already opening the door in the left room and pulled the door shut behind you, still running.

How did they get there? Were they actually following you? Was it someone else you had run from? Was any of this even real?

You lost track of how many rooms you had run into. This one was hardly any different from the others. Same dark red wallpaper. There was a wardrobe, but did that really make a difference? You stopped in front of a window. Black. The moment you stopped was the moment your exhaustion hit you. Your legs and chest ached. You glanced at the door quickly then stared at the window.

Was this real? Was this all some sick dream?

You opened up the window.

If this was a dream and you fell, you would wake up.

You leaned out, placing your hands on the farm and beginning to lift a knee. The whole time you just stared into the nothingness.

"Woah, that's not a good idea," a cheerful voice behind you said, pulling you back by your waist.

Your back hit the stranger's chest. You twisted your head back to see who it was. His blond hair was long enough to reach his stubble covered jawline. He looked to be in his twenties, and was familiar for some reason. None of the villains, fortunately.

You breathed a much needed, heavy sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness you're not them."

“Nope, I’m Kaminari. Kaminari Denki. Wow! It’s been forever since I’ve talked with someone new. Hi, I’m Denki. Oops I already said that.”

You raised an eyebrow at his behavior. He held you a little too tightly. It was then you noticed you were too close together, with his crotch against your rump. You, embarrassed, gently pushed him away and he let go.

“Nice to meet you too. Kaminari? That sounds familiar.”

“Maybe you heard of me from the U.A. Sports Festival?”

“U.A…? Wait! Chargebolt? One of the U.A. students that went missing two years ago!??”

“The one and only.” He puffed his chest out.

“But.. what? That’s not possible. You look like you’re twenty-five or something.”

“You’re right, I am! It’s been so long since I had someone else to talk to! Did I already say that?”

He held your hand and pulled it close to him. Electricity sparked, going straight into your hand and making you jump.

“Sorry.” He smiled with concern in his eyes. “I have a little bit of a hard time controlling it now. Especially when I’m this excited.” His other hand reached towards you.

You stepped back and pulled your hand away. “Don’t touch me, please.”

He tilted his head, like he didn’t understand. But he didn’t come any closer.

"By the way, who were you talking about earlier? I’m not who?"

"Villains! They came in here after I ran in to hide from them."

“Really? What did they look like?”

“Twice and Mr. Compress. Twice has a black and gray suit, and Mr. Compress has a top hat, a mask, and a yellow jacket. Did you see them?”

“Yeah, I did. Actually, I saw them coming this way.” He pointed towards the door he had just come from.

“What!? Oh no…” your head whipped around, eyes scanning everywhere for a place to hide.

“I know a place to hide! In here.” Kaminari opened the wardrobe.

He quickly stepped in and moved to make room for you. You slid the hanging coats and clothing to one side and closed the door with just a small crack to see. It was too cramped for you. It was uncomfortably warm, but you would take it.

Your heart pounded in your ears. It was hard to see anything in the room with the small slit. Even then, you prayed they wouldn’t see you through the crack. If they did, you’d be finished with nowhere to run.

His fingers were against your waist, something you hardly even noticed because of the adrenaline. But they began rubbing circles into you, small tingles of electricity tickled you. One slipped down to the dip where your legs attached to the rest of your body. He pressed against your butt, at first you assumed it was simply him adjusting and the lack of room, but he didn't move. In fact, he pushed himself flush against you. You felt something warm and hard between your cheeks through the fabric of yours and his pants. If you tried to back away, the wardrobe door would open more, and the villains might come in any time.

"Please stop," you whispered.

He didn’t stop. He rubbed his head against the back of yours. He breathed in contently.

His hand rubbing you fell to your hip, then up again, into your shirt. You felt him drag against your soft skin. Reaching up to your bra. He made a clumsy effort to slip beneath it before squeezing and massaging it with the bra still on. Tiny sparks from his fingertips only drew your attention to this. You jolted when one ran over your nipple.

"Hey," you tried to sound angry, but it came out as a whine.

Much to your dismay, you felt your core growing unbearably warm. You wanted to stop him, but you froze. Your breaths were heavy. It didn’t help when he dipped his hand into your pants. Electricity somehow teased your clit through your panties. You barely held the moan in your throat.

"We can't be doing this," you said as a final attempt, "What if they hear?"

His lips fluttered against your skin. "Who will hear?"

"What do you mean? The villains… they are…" Did he actually see them coming?

He chuckled and ran a finger against your waistband. "We're gonna have some fun."

Next

[satansphatass]

Cold - Technoblade

Hello - this is my first post so if you see this follow me because I crave human validation 😎👍

I originally posted this on wattpad but nobody was interacting so I’m posting it here :)

Word count: 1800

Trigger Warnings:  Blood/injuries

Pronouns: They/Them

Platonic/Angst/Whump

Summary: Y/n is injured and caught out in a snow storm - will anyone reach them in time?

***

The snow stung against y/n's skin, they were starting to become numb all over from a combination of blood loss and the cold. They had been trekking along since the end of the war in L'manburg; which wasn't ideal seeing as they had been pierced by a piece of debris from the explosion.

The shock of Wilbur and Techno's betrayal stung more than the physical pain itself - they needed to get away, have a fresh start. They didn't tell anyone they were leaving and they doubted anyone had even noticed. Y/n had no clue where they were going and had had the misfortune of ending up in the snow.

The cold was really starting to have an effect on their body, their skin had a waxy look to it and they were shaking like a leaf due to the lack of a jacket - again, another big mistake on their part. If they didn't find anywhere dry and warm soon they feared that they would either bleed out or freeze to death - neither of which were very nice options. Their crisp white shirt was soaked through with crimson, they weakly tried pressing their hands up against the wound only for them to come away slick with blood.

As they pushed themselves up from the ground a spark of pain shot through their body causing them to sink even deeper into the snow; on second thoughts, maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad - the snow was nice and comfy after all. They curled up and slowly lost consciousness.

***

Techno continued on his horse Carl, searching for his home that had secretly been in the works for months, it was hidden far away from L'manburg - he doubted that they wanted to see him after the little stunt that him and Wilbur had pulled. It was located by a village in a snowy land that he had just entered; he pulled his large cloak closer to him, it was thick and kept him warm even during the harshest winters.

He was starting to approach the forest near his home when he saw a small pink stain to his right, thinking it could be an animals print he approached. He jumped off of Carl and peered down at it - it looked to be a footprint, but nobody knew where he lived. That wasn't right.

He peered up to see more going up over a snow mound, he followed the trail to see them getting crisper and darker, they eventually joined together to make a continuous line of blood - these were clearly fresh, but the question was, who or what had caused them?

He made it to the top of the mound and looked down to see the trail lead to a large crimson stain against the fresh snow. He picked up speed and saw a mop of (hair length and colour) hair - he recognised that, it was y/n. What on earth where they doing out here?

He ran towards them in a state of panic - how long had they been here?! He fell to his knees beside them and flipped them onto their back. Their skin had a greyish-blue tint to it and frost had formed on their eyebrows and lashes. He unclasped his cloak and went to scoop them up when he was suddenly hit by the severity of the situation - they were bleeding out fast, like REALLY fast. He pushed his hands against the wound; even their blood was ice cold. He felt something nudging his shoulder and whipped around to see Carl by his side.

He weighed out his options and carefully wrapped them up in his cloak, the deep red a stark contrast to the fresh snow. He sat atop of Carl and rode into the forest with them in his arms. The silence was all of a sudden eerie and crushing compared to the peace he felt from it earlier. The trees sped past him in a blur and he finally made it to his quaint wooden cottage, he tumbled to the ground in a panic and dismounted y/n from his noble steed.

***

Y/n lay there in the snow: it seemed more solid than before, and warmer, and- where were they? This definitely wasn't how they remembered it, the cold was no longer wrapping its death grip fingers around them, they no longer felt stinging on their front - infact they felt pressure wrapping round their middle.

They forced their eyes open slowly, that really did not help with the pounding in their skull. They gazed around the room, they could faintly make out a shape in the corner - it looked to be a rapier, they weren't interested in getting on this persons bad side. They didn't know where they were and were starting to panic - who had done this?

They could make out the faint shape of bandages by their waist, unfortunately their shirt was still stained - whoever had done this couldn't have even cleaned their shirt or something smh. Pick a struggle.

They pulled the blanket closer to them, it was very comfortable; it was quite heavy and had a fur trim around the edge almost like Techno's--

Nononono- they couldn't be here. He had betrayed everyone. They had trusted him - to some extent anyways. They sat up abruptly - not smart. They let out a gasp of pain, the dark threatened to consume their vision. They placed a hand on the edge of the mattress to steady themself. After much trial and error they managed to sit upright.

They calmed themselves enough to take another look around the room. There were a few worn maps on the walls showing L'manburg and its surrounding areas - their heart ached at the sight of the familiar structures; party island, the podium, the various towers dotted all over the land - all gone, all blown up.

There was a small fire illuminating the dark room, and also the mass on the floor. Their blood ran cold - colder than it already was anyways - y/n had hoped for some time to leave before he got back. Luckily he was asleep on the floor and was a relatively deep sleeper. They slowly but surely pushed themselves up from the bed and wobbled towards the door, leaning on the walls for support. This was perfect, they would be able to make it away before he even woke up!

"What are you doing?"

Ah- turns out he wasn't a deep sleeper, that was a fatal flaw in the plan.

They slowly turned around to see a sleepy but amused Technoblade stood in the middle of the room staring at them.

"Uhh- I was going on a walk." 👀🤠

"Is that so?"

....

"Yup."

They started aggressively coughing, the speaking hurting their cold and sore throat.

"Get back in bed, you need to rest," >:(

"I'm fine, I don't need to rest - resting is for the weak."

"Everyone has to rest, even I rest."

"That's because your weak."

He stared them in the eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

👁👄👁

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeh."

"Get in bed."

"No."

"Yes."

It went on like this until he started to walk towards them - slightly pissed off. He picked them up and placed them onto the bed.

"I don't need to rest!"

As soon as they said that, coughs wracked their body.

"You sure about that?"

They quickly tried to sit up to run off while his guard was down - but he pushed them back down as soon as they attempted anything. He held their arms down so that they couldn't escape, they tried wriggling free but to no avail. They quickly gave up.

"As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily."

"What are you talking about- I'm" their sentence was interrupted by more coughing "-super -strong"

He gave them a skeptical look not buying a word of their bullshit.

"I'm gonna go get you some water for that cough, you stay right here - okay?"

They nodded.

He walked off and climbed down the ladder.

They crawled out of the bed, ignoring his very clear rules and made their way over to the map of L'manburg on the wall. They stroked the coarse paper littered with so many of their favourite places - the forest where they liked to make flower crowns for everyone, the cliff top where they could think about life and how it's so very meaningless. 😶

Y/n sunk to the floor; tears threatening to spill from their eyes. It was so unfair, a beautiful nation destroyed by power hungry people. They had no idea whether Wilbur was still alive, they never saw him after the explosion. They missed him, they missed the land before the government - where they would all dance to Wilbur's songs around the campfire speaking nothing of governments and laws.

"Y/n?"

Techno walked up behind them and hesitantly placed a hand on their back, not knowing what to do because, social situations are awkward dude - am i right?

"You good?"

They whipped around slamming their fist into his chest in a futile attempt to hurt him,

"It's all your fault!" They said through tears, "We trusted you!"

He took their fists in his hands, staying silent while they had their tantrum. They soon grew tired; slumping into his chest, staining his shirt with their tears. They stayed their for a while, his embrace warm but his attitude still cold.

***

I did not proof read so if there is a section that got deleted or some shit then just let me know 🧍‍♂️

Please send me requests people (no smut/nsfw) - make sure to include pronouns pls.

[nonstoplover]

happily ending catastrophies ~ Fred Weasley

summary: Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl's life.

pairing: Fred Weasley x muggle (female) reader

words: 5K

meaning of: (y/h/c) means 'your hair colour'

(kinda) warnings: (1) this plays after the war and Fred lives, because i refuse to accept anything else; (2) i'm not from the UK so excuse the possible mistakes i made about the underground; (3) also there are a couple time jumps, i didn't want to drag it for too long and had quite a few ideas i wanted to write

a/n: this was an idea born whilst i was studying for this year's most difficult exam at uni lol but i thought it was worth giving a shot so here it goes xx

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(y/n) wakes up to the sweet scent of some kind of flower filling up her nose and lungs. Despite the panging in her head she cracks her eyes open to find the source, though as soon as she takes in the totally unfamiliar room around her, the flower immediately gets forgotten.

What the hell?

She frowns, pushing her upper body up on her elbows to get a better look around. She has never seen this room ever before. Or has she? Suddenly she's not so sure as a foggy memory appears in her mind. Her glance travels across the cardboard boxes beside the wall on the floor, piled high on top of each other, then a desk, a wardrobe, arriving to the bedside table that has a lamp and several strange things - looking like some foreign country's small candies in colourful wrapping - on the wooden surface.

Sitting up fully she tries to move her legs to place them on the floor, but finds that it's much harder than it usually is - than it should be. All her attention turn to her legs now and the weird feeling that surrounds her left leg she hasn't noticed before. Carefully she lifts the covers that wrapped her body in a warm embrace to see what's wrong with her leg. A gasp leaves her lungs right away as her eyes fall on the cast wrapped around it from her knees straight to her toes.

In that exact moment the door slowly opens and her eyes snap towards the entering figure - a flaming red haired young man - whilst her fingers scramble to get the blanket back on her lower body, hiding the lack of clothing she's wearing as she's in nothing else but her underwear.

"Ah, you're awake! How are you?" He asks when his eyes connect with hers and slightly widen.

And his voice brings back everything. Literally everything to her mind about how she got here, all the memories flashing by in front of her inner eyes.

- - - - - - - flashback - - - - - - -

Friday the 13th. The day of misfortune and disasters. (y/n) huffs as she makes her way down the street towards the underground station to go back to her apartment. Now she knows this fact from experience.

She woke up a bit late that morning and didn't have time to drink her usual morning coffee in the comfort of her home, so she had to wait until her first break at work to drink one. When she just finished brewing a cup for herself in the small kitchen at her work, the handle of her favourite mug she kept in there broke and the now handle-less mug full of the brown beverage fell to the ground and shattered to a thousand tiny pieces, and if it wasn't already bad enough, the coffee splashed on her white shirt, colouring it light brown and leaving a wet stain behind all across her chest.

After that she managed to get through the day quite normally, right until 3pm, when her boss called her in to his office.

"The company is facing a hard time," his voice still echoes inside her head, making her shiver in sadness and anger. "I'm sorry, (y/n), the performance you showed us in the past two years was truly great, but you gotta understand that I have to decrease the number of employees. And that unfortunately includes you. I'm sorry."

If the way she worked was actually 'truly great', then why do they fire her and not someone else?

Well, probably her boss told the exact same thing to everyone he kicked out today, she thinks, but it doesn't help at all - it doesn't get her her job back.

So half an hour ago she packed everything in a box and set off to go back home, mentally raging about the cursed day. She has never believed in any superstition like this, but today she's changed her mind. Maybe all these things are true.

And that's when the next string of catastrophies starts.

As she's moving along the pavement next to the tracks at the station, the heel of her shoe breaks and she stumbles, her box flying away from her grip, all the contents of it scattering all over the ground. (y/n) tries gaining her balance back, taking a couple steps back, but the pavement disappears from under her feet as she reaches the edge, completely unaware of it.

She falls back, down to the tracks, and an impossible pain shoots up from her left leg as she lands, the air totally knocked out from her lungs. As she tries catching her breath, her hands move to lay flat on the ground so she can push herself up, but the world around her seems like it's spinning and she feels too weak to move a single muscle in her body.

Everything decelerates into slow motion and she glances around to see what she could do when something bright catch her eyes. A shiny warm yellow circle in the distance, getting slightly bigger and bigger with every second. She observes it carefully, thinking about how pretty it looks as she wonders what it might be. It only takes a second or two for her mind to catch up and suddenly she's more than aware that a train comes towards her and she's not capable to do anything to stop the collision from happening.

Friday the 13th.

Out of nowhere she feels a presence next to her, and just as she turns her head that way to see what's going on and her eyes fall on locks of bright red hair and a freckled face, the man has already grabbed her arm and with a fierce pull hoisted her up to a standing position. It feels like her arm is ripped out from her body, for a moment even the unstoppable hurting from her leg fades out to give space for the one in her upper body and she gasps before everything goes black.

- - - - - - - end of flashback - - - - - - -

The following events go by as a dozen of blurry pictures (y/n) can't make out in her mind and she blinks a couple times to get back to the present, to reality. She focuses on the redhead again, the last person she clearly remembers seeing.

"Where am I?" Her voice comes out hoarse and quiet and she clears her throat, waiting for his answer, knowing how she behaves quite rude completely ignoring his question, but she just can't help it.

She hasn't a clue where they could be, she's never seen a place like this in her entire life. It's obvious it's not a hospital. And after what happened it's just as obvious that she needs hospital treatment.

"The Burrow," he replies with a small smile playing on his lips.

And though she thought his answer would help clear some of the fog inside her head, it only confuses her more. Fred bites back the chuckle that threatens to burst from him seeing her cute frowning expression and waits for her to ask again, knowing it'll soon happen.

"The what?" The girl speaks up again, her voice now much clearer.

"My family home."

The confusion still stays on her face, and Fred truly can't blame her for it - who wouldn't be distraught after waking up in a stranger's home? Still, seeing the same expression he first ever saw on her face brings him back to the Tube station in London.

- - - - - - - Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

He's rushing down the stairs to catch the apparently soon arriving underground train, cursing his twin brother under his breath for winning the bet that resulted in the usage of any and every magical thing being forbidden for Fred for this whole week. Now he has to run errands adjusting to the timetables of muggle public transport and he's running out of time. Everything takes so much more time in the muggle world, and in the past few days he's grown to appreciate being born into the world of magic more than ever.

Arriving next to the tracks he catches sight of a dozen or so people there and relief fills his body. So the train hasn't left yet. He slows down to a walking pace and tries to catch his breath, and that's when he notices something weird about the people, something he has never seen in the past days when he used the Tube. They're all moving closer to each other, slowly making a tight circle, all of them looking in the same direction, as if something was on the tracks.

Curiosity rises in Fred and he makes his way to the edge of the crowd, standing on his toes to tower over it and glance down. His eyes immediately fall on a young woman lying there, one of her legs twisted in an abnormal way. She's looking to the side, towards the tunnel from where the train should arrive any minute now. Her expression displays confusion and slight fear, but her breathtaking beauty is still obvious, and it makes his heart skip a beat. His eyes slowly turn to where she's looking and he can see the light that swiftly grows brighter and brighter inside the usually dark tunnel, but his mind can't comprehend what he sees as all his thoughts are still only about the gorgeous woman lying there.

"The train's coming!" Somebody in the crowd shouts and that's what wakes Fred from his daze. His head snaps back and forth from the tunnel to the girl a couple times, so fast it's a miracle his neck doesn't break.

His body moves before he can fully think about his actions and suddenly he's pushing people away to make a path for himself in the crowd and he jumps down to the tracks. He hears a couple gasps from behind him, even a couple voices trying to inform him again and again that the train is actually soon there, but he doesn't care. All he focuses on is the task in front of him.

Squatting down he grabs one of the woman's arms and drapes it around his shoulder, standing up again as fast as he can, pulling her with him a bit harsher than he intended. She lets out a gasp in obvious pain, but he knows there's no time to be more gentle. Both of his arms move around her, one around her shoulder blades and one around the backs of her thighs to lift her up bridal style as he knows one of her legs is broken and she can't stand on it. And he's thankful for his own speed and thoughtful actions as he feels her body go limp as she faints.

The head-splittingly loud sound of a horn fills the air just as he turns around, signalling that they were noticed by the people on the train. As he takes the first few steps back towards the pavement he glances up, seeing two or three men already there bending down with their arms stretching in his direction. Fred quickens his pace as much as he's able to and practically throws the woman in the waiting hands, helping them pull her up by pushing her body from under, the screeching of brakes, iron on iron being the only sound that can be heard.

He stays on the tracks until he's completely sure that she's safe, than he grabs the edge of the pavement and swiftly pushes himself up, crawling on the cold surface until his legs are lying there as well. He feels a breeze moving against his back as the train arrives to the station, but he doesn't care about it, neither the cheering that erupts from the people around him, celebrating his heroic act, not even the burning feeling in his muscles from being strained. He just pushes himself up and stumbles to the woman, falling back down on his knees to be able to get a better look of her.

From up close he can see how she's even younger than he has thought, probably close to his age. She's obviously falling in and out of unconsciousness every other second. The word 'ambulance' enters his ears from the people around them, and he finds himself with a new task ahead of him. Somehow he has to get the girl away from this place and back to the shop so he can take her to the Burrow. Muggle hospital treatment isn't enough now, the wizarding world offered much better methods of healing. His mother will know what to do.

- - - - - - - end of Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

"And why am I here?" (y/n) continues asking.

"You broke your leg."

"Yeah, I figured, but shouldn't I be in a hospital then?" She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.

"This is better than a muggle hospital," the young man shrugs.

"Mu... a what?"

"Ah, sorry. Slipped out," he let out a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

Here comes the moment he dreaded. When he has to explain the existence of magic and the wizarding world to a completely clueless person and trying to do that without making a complete fool out of himself in front of the angel-like girl when she won't believe him - which he's sure she'll do.

"Wait, who are you? I don't even know your name," she speaks up again. "And how could I truly thank you for saving my life if I don't know even that?"

"There's no need to thank me," Fred protests.

"Of course there is!" (y/n) squeals as loudly as her weakened state allows. "Not everyone would jump down to the tracks when there's a train coming to save a complete stranger."

"Yeah, well, true," he mumbles, thinking back to how nobody did anything for her, anger filling his veins. Then he clears his throat, shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts and to focus on the girl again. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley."

"Thank you for all you did, Fred. I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)," she sticks her hand out and a smile makes it's way to Fred face, matching the one on hers as he steps closer to shake her hand.

- - - - - - - 2 months later - - - - - - -

"I'm absolutely fine, Freddie, stop acting like I'm made of porcelain. I'm totally able to walk down the stairs on my own two feet," (y/n)'s giggling voice fills the air on the second floor of the Burrow when the redhead gently pulled her arm around his neck as he's done so many times in the past weeks.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Fred puts his hands up in surrender, backing away as laughter erupts from his throat and he turns his head away to hide the blush forming on his cheeks from the nickname she used.

Unfortunately he only gets completely face to face with his smirking twin brother who winks his way before pushing past him, a knowing chuckle sounding from him as he rushes downstairs, past (y/n), who follows him right away, only a bit slower, with Fred's careful, watching eyes trained on her back.

"See? I told you," the girl glances back at him over her shoulder after arriving downstairs, not stopping on her way to the dining table, only to stumble in a shoe someone left in the way. Fred immediately reaches out to grab her elbow and stop her from falling. From the strength of his attentive pull on her arm, instead of flying to the ground she crashes into his chest.

"I don't know, I'm not so sure," he teases, looking down with a smirk playing on his lips.

(y/n) moves her head up to connect her eyes with his, and Fred glances around her face, taking in the pink colour of her skin on her cheeks caused by the embarrassment of almost falling, then as his eyes reach the sight of her lips, he suddenly becomes almost too aware of how close the two of them actually are, and the breath hitches in his throat.

"Come on, kids, dinner's gonna get cold!" Molly's voice breaks the moment they shared and (y/n) regains balance, then gently pushing the boy away she turns around and limps the rest of the way to the dining table.

All of the Weasleys are already sitting there, watching the two of them appear in sight, and (y/n) has to bite back a giggle, still not used to the seemingly infinite number of redheads, all smiling wide and sweet at her. George pulls the chair she has always sat on ever since she was able to get downstairs out for her, offering a helping hand knowing that it's harder to sit down with only one properly working leg. Fred reaches out for her other arm just as she makes contact with George's hand, and the two of them don't let go until she's stopped moving.

She glances back and forth between the two boys sitting on either side of her, rolling her eyes at how overly protective both of them behave, when she's already told them hundreds of times that she's able to get by on her own.

The meal is delicious and the company is entertaining, just like it has always been since (y/n) stepped foot into the Burrow. Conversation flows without a hitch, only the occasional laughter breaking it for a second or two, and the (y/h/c) girl finds it hard to think about the inevitable - the moment that's coming fast, the moment when she has to leave these people and go back to her normal life. The Weasleys has become like a second family for her, and she fears that if she walks out that door, she'll never see them again. They're living a different life, in a completely different world. Their paths most likely will never cross again. She tries to brush off the sad thoughts, knowing that she'll have all the time to mope and grieve when she's back in her (ordinary and plain) flat on her own.

As she's helping Molly clean the dishes after the family finishes dinner, (y/n) pauses for a moment to glance at the redhaired woman. "Thank you for letting me stay here and for taking such good care of me."

"Oh, sweetie, you're more than welcome. It's our pleasure to have you here."

"That's true," Ginny chimes in with a joyful grin on her face as she places another dirty plate in front of her mother. "Your presence brightened up our boring lives."

"Boring?" (y/n) lets a loud laugh escape her throat. "Your lives are nothing even close to boring. Everything around here is breathtaking and spectacular."

"Is it though?"

"Try living my life for a week or so, and you'll know what boring really means," she shakes her head, the different memories and thoughts swiftly filling her mind as she turns around to lean the small of her back against the counter top, her eyes instantly connecting with Fred's, who's still sitting at the table, shamelessly watching her with searching eyes.

"I still can't believe there's a whole world of wizards and witches that we have absolutely no clue about. It makes me wonder how many things are there that's hidden from us. And it makes me scared how clueless we all are in the muggle world."

(y/n)'s only able to stand the intensity of his gaze for a couple seconds before she has to turn her head away, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and heat them up. She swallows, only hoping that it stays unnoticed by the boy, but when she finally dares to glance back for the shortest of moments, she catches sight of a small smirk playing on his lips and she knows that nothing has gone unnoticed by him. Clearing her throat she tries to find something else to say, speaking the first words that come to her mind.

The newly learned word still rolls uncertainly from her tongue, not sure if she says it correctly, but when her restlessly moving eyes accidentally catch Fred's again, she sees a new kind of glint sparkling in his eyes, and it's enough to let her know that she used it correctly.

"It's not your fault," Ginny places a hand probably destined to be reassuring on the older girl's shoulder. "We're just too good at hiding it."

The two of them share a laugh, and unbeknownst to (y/n), it turns the shape of Fred's eyes into something that very much resembles a heart. His own heart flutters at the sound, the temperature of the room suddenly feeling too hot for him to bear, and he abruptly kicks his chair back, standing up and swiftly moving out of the house to get some fresh air and somehow try to cool the fire that's burning inside of his chest.

(y/n)'s eyes follow him, an eyebrow raised in question, deep in her thoughts right until the door closes shut again behind the boy. The sudden noise brings her back to the present and she shakes her head to get rid of the things running around in her head.

"Anyway, I gotta go upstairs and pack. I really have to go back home now," she sighs, pushing her body away from the counter.

"I'll come help you," Ginny immediately offers, hurrying after her.

Two and a half hours and a heart wrenching goodbye later (y/n) and Fred come to a stop outside her apartment's door, both of them feeling a previously never felt sadness fill their hearts.

All (y/n) can think of is flashing images of the flaming red haired boy. The way he sat at the edge of the bed she was lying in, telling her everything about the wizarding world. The way he lifted her up so effortlessly as if she weighed nothing to bring her downstairs when she was unable to walk in the first weeks. The way he walked her around the house and the garden, showing her everything and explaining things to her, adjusting to her extremely slow pace without a word. The way he showed her multiple of the products he and his twin brother sell in their shop, sometimes only speaking of their effects, other times even showing her, not caring with the fact it caused something inconvenient for himself as long as he made her laugh - which she did so many times and so hard that it made her sides hurt. The clothes he let her have when winter set in and her own became too thin to keep her warm, and the way the material smelled like him. The lingering touches of his calloused fingertips against the skin of her cheeks when he thought she was fast asleep - when in fact she was completely awake, fighting back the urge to press her face further into his touch.

In the meantime all Fred can think of is flashing images of the gorgeous muggle girl. The genuine curiosity that sparkled in her eyes whenever he told her about the world he's living in, the endless amount of questions she's asked him about anything and everything, the pure interest she showed from the first time he told her about the existence of magic. The way she bonded with each and every member of the Weasley family, finding a common thing with all of them and eventually making them all grow fond of her. The way she told him all about the muggle world and her own life, sharing all the details with him without hesitation - trusting him right away. The way his name rolled from her tongue - even more when she called him Freddie. The bubbling, loud laughter that erupted from her throat when he told her about the shop and all the pranks George and him did back in Hogwarts or when he showed her the products they now sell in the shop, the laugh that always made his heart skip a beat, the laugh he couldn't help but adore along with the fact that she seemingly didn't care the slightest bit how loud she is or how funny her laughter might sound. The way she looked in his clothes, always taking his breath away, making him wish nothing more in the rest of his life than to see that very sight every day as long as he lived - and possibly even after that.

"Well, thanks for getting me home," (y/n) points at the door behind her back as she looks up into his mesmerizing eyes. "And for jumping down in front of a train for me. And for letting me into your family home. And for taking care of me."

"It was the least I could do," Fred smiles sheepishly, his mind spinning, trying to come up with something to say that would keep the girl in his life.

"Bye, Freddie," she hesitates for a moment, then decides it doesn't matter anymore and leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his left cheek.

Fred's eyes flutter closed, heart bursting with the sudden feeling of love from both her lips touching his skin and the oh so loved nickname. He freezes, unable to think anything else than eight very important letters.

The girl moves back, fiddling with her keys to find the correct one, pushing it in the slot and turning it, gently shoving the door until it's wide open. She steps in, her eyes taking in the furniture and decoration she once loved but now finds unbelievably plain and mundane. A sigh escapes her lungs and she turns around to close the door - and wave once more the boy.

Fred still stands in the exact same spot, obviously not moving even the slightest bit since she backed away from him. (y/n) raises her hand to wiggle goodbye with her fingers at him whilst moving to close the door with the other hand, already feeling the tears blur her vision as she tries to take in the sight of him as best as she can to be able to remember him forever.

"Wait!" Fred exclaims, placing a palm flat against the wooden material to stop it before it fully closes.

This time (y/n)'s the one to freeze, hand pausing high in the air and she even holds back the breath in her lungs as she waits for him to continue.

"Can we meet again?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. She always thought that he'd never want to see her again. That he'd be happy to finally get rid of her and be able to continue his life as before. He wants to meet with her again?

"I... y-yes, of course," she stutters, heart stammering inside her ribcage so wild and loud, she's almost sure he can hear it.

The extremely wide smile that splits his face in two hearing her answer makes it impossible for her not to mirror it, her own lips curving on their own accord. Fred, feeling the previous nervous shyness evaporate from his body and the always present confidence fill his vein up again, takes a step closer to her, then another until he's right beside the door, gently pushing it wider open again. (y/n)'s hand on the door handle inside goes limp, and she lets it fall down to hang loose beside her body as Fred steps inside.

When he's so close that she can feel the breath coming from his nose reach the skin of her face, his lips open again to let out a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"

The already abnormal rhythm her heart beats in gets even more uneven, and her head moves in a nod as she breathes out the word 'yes'. Fred's eyes sparkle up even more, and his hands slowly start moving up, one reaching out to gently caress her cheek whilst the other wraps around the small of her back. Slowly, extremely slowly he leans down, pausing for a second just before their lips could touch, and as a wave of impatience rushes through the girl, she raises her head and presses her lips against his.

Fred lets out a muffled chuckle at her eagerness before tilting his head and snaking his arm further around her torso to pull her flush against his own body, his hand that's resting on her cheeks moving slightly further back until his fingers completely disappear in her (y/h/c) locks, his lips moving passionately against hers.

She completely melts into his touch, feeling like she's floating in the air, as if she's only dreaming. But when they both run out of oxygen and pull away to fill their lungs again, their foreheads pressing against each other in search of support and their eyes connecting without problem, looking deep into his beautiful brown orbs (y/n) grows sure right away that it's truly reality, not just a dream.

"I love you," he breathes in-between his quiet pants, but it's enough to make (y/n) totally dizzy as a love-struck grin spreads across her face.

And in that very moment they both know that their story is just starting.

.::the end::.

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Saying this once again— I know you're gonna get a lot of prompts, but here it is.

Linumi at their... deathbe- SURPRISE PARTY THAT THE AIRKIDS HELD AFTER THEY SAW THEM KISSING!

Hi friend, this in no way is a one word prompt but you were cute about wishing me and all so I'll use the whole thing. ALSO you scared me there for a second so er OUCH? But here's your share xD

14days to go🌼 Need to plan and order my cake omg!

"Bumi, are you sure about this?" Lin asked nervously as she stepped off the ferry trudging arm in arm, behind her boyfriend.

"Yes, I'm sure! I wouldn't bring you all the way here if I wasn't!" Bumi scurried on towards the main house.

"This is too risky. What if someone comes home?" Lin lurches at the threshold of the house.

Bumi catches her other hand and leads her through the dark entrance, “Well, that’s the thrill, right? We’re always shacking up at your place and I have never seen you naked at Air Temple Island. That needs to change. Now.”

Lin couldn’t feel for anyone through the wooden flooring as she skeptically looked around, seeing nothing but black. Bumi could sense how she was feeling: nervous and vulnerable. He could read her perfectly nine out of ten times and that's what made them work so well as a couple.

“Lin, nobody’s here." He placed his hands on her shoulders and chuckled, "I made two rounds just the way you would, the entire house was empty. I shut all the lights before coming to get you and look, they're still off. Even if someone does pop in, you can just say you needed to speak with Tenzin- you work together, after all. It’s that simple!" He shrugged as if he had the perfect alibi.

"Bumi! I can't say I needed to speak with Tenzin while I'm naked in your bed!"

"Who said we're doing it in my bed?" Bumi smirked as he pulled her in his arms.

Lin gave him an aghast look- that of course he couldn’t see in the dark so he continued grinning.

As soon as they entered the dark living room from the entryway, Bumi pushed her up against the wall closest to him to kiss her breathlessly, one hand holding her jaw, pushing her hair behind. She responded just in kind as she ran her hand in his wild hair and pulled him closer.

When suddenly, the lights came on followed by a too-loud-for-that-moment, "SURPRISE!" 

Alarmed, Lin immediately pushed Bumi off her, he too used his own force and sprung all the way across to the other wall. 

When they fearfully scanned the room they thought was empty, they saw no traumatized, but beaming faces. This was pre-meditated. It was a trap and they were caught red-handed. Lin was baffled- if it weren't for Bumi, she would’ve seen right through this simple rouse. 

Lin exhaled, face flushed, and looked at Bumi who was just as flushed as her. Their faces were red from the adrenaline from that short, yet powerful kiss and then the sheer horror of having an audience that thankfully didn’t see and hear everything.

Slowly, together they started to register the faces of the people around them. All the airbenders (That knew all too well how to trick Bumi and evade Lin's seismic sense), both their nieces, nephews, and their friends, including the Avatar, Tenzin- ugh the whole clan really!

Meelo's singing broke the silence, "Uncle Bumi and Chief Lin sitting in a tree-"

"No no no- it's not- no-" Their eyes widened at the young boy.

"Are you two dating?" Bolin winked at the embarrassed couple.

"K-I-S-S-S-"

"Daddy, I TOLD you I saw them kissing!" Ikki smacked Tenzin's back harder than she meant to.

"How did you-" Bumi began.

"S-S-S-S-S-S-"

"This is such great news!" Jinora and Opal were jumping with joy, "If they get married, we'll be related!"

“Okay okay enough, all of you.” Bumi walked around to the center of the room to attract everyone’s attention, “No one’s getting married. Let us talk about this like adults,” He turned to face Meelo who was still spelling out the word ‘kissing’.

“Of course! Care to explain what’s going on, Bumi?” Tenzin smirked at his brother. 

“You’re up, Linny.” Bumi quickly pulled her by the hand to the center of the room and hid behind her, hoping the walls would suck him in. 

“Well, umm- Bumi and I are.. umm.. friends. And we’re-” Lin was at a loss for words. Some instincts this friend had, “And sometimes, as friends we, umm- Why is there cake?” She joined her eyebrows in confoundment, now noticing the decor. 

That’s when Jinora spoke up, “It’s for you and Uncle Bumi! We’re very happy that you’re together and so we planned this party.”

The couple looked at each other, trying their best to have a wordless conversation in a room full of people. Sure it was a party, almost everyone they knew was there, the house was even decorated. And nobody seemed to care how they defined their relationship, just their happiness. They must've set this up in the short time it took Bumi to bring her here, which was impressive and well thought out. It all really was very sweet. The least the couple owed them was honesty.

Lin nodded at Bumi, their wordless communication ending seamlessly. And as if Bumi had fully understood her he yelled, “LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!” 

And the whole room cheered in joy and Asami even popped a bottle of champagne. 

Nine out of ten times, remember?

Lin slapped her forehead. She wanted him to repeat the three words he had said to her a week ago. While she couldn't quite say it back, overwhelmed, she risked kissing him at the Island and now there was a party thrown in honor of that.

But she smiled and went beside him to grab a glass of champagne.  If her man wanted a party, a party is what he’d get. And if this didn't clue him in, perhaps she'd tell him she loved him later that night when he finally gets to see something he never has at Air Temple Island.

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I don't want to talk - Part II (George Weasley x Reader)

Description : To read the first part and third part.

Word count : 3.7K

Warning : mention of cheating, angst

It’s been two weeks since George kicked you out. These words may sound too violent for what happened but you really feel like he kicked you out of where you found a home. It's not so much about the apartment, it's above all living with him, being surrounded by his love every day. As cliché as it sounds, you've never felt better than in his arms, and knowing you may never be able to find your way there again makes you feel terrible.

A part of you tells yourself you deserve this punishment and a part tells yourself it’s ridiculous to lose everything (including the person who matters most to you) because you love two people. You mean, okay it’s not common to be in love with two people at the same time but you can't help it, and it hasn't changed your love for George. So losing him would destroy you, because you still love him like a fool and you don't know if you will ever be able to draw a line under the life you had imagined for the two of you. But there's still hope, George sent you an owl to tell you that he wanted to see you tonight after work. He asked you to arrive a little before the store closes so he wouldn't have to wait for you. The tone of the letter was far from warm or enthusiastic but it suits you, you didn't expect him to forgive you so quickly and you will have the opportunity to see him again and discuss all this with him. You're terrified but also full of hope, if he wants to talk to you that means he doesn't just want to leave you and forget everything, right ?

So here you are, in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the heart at the edge of the explosion. You were so scared to be late that you arrived an hour early, leaving you looking at the window with undisguised anxiety. You keep nipping your lower lip, your hands are sweaty and you keep fiddling with the ring that George gave you a few years ago. It was to celebrate your coming out of Hogwarts and getting your NEWT's at the same time. He was so happy to offer it to you, even though you had only been together for a little more than a year, he already wanted to offer you everything he could. He gave you so many products from his store, you almost got all the new products just a few days before they went on sale. It was important for him to share this with you and it made you happy he shares with you this passion he has made as his job. By the way, you must have forgotten it in the apartment, you didn't think to take them with you. You should have.

The door opens with the sound of a bell, suddenly taking you out of your thoughts and making you jump. It’s George, with a cold gaze and an annoyed look on his face.

-What are you doing here ? You were supposed to arrive later.

-I was afraid I was going to be late, so I didn't really pay attention to my advance. Sorry about that.

-Come in, you're going to scare the customers by staring at the storefront like that. You look like a psycho.

He moves to let you pass. You enter timidly and you immediately have the feeling of entering hostile territory. Maybe it's because Fred looks at you badly as soon as he sees you come in, making you want to disappear. You've never experienced hostility with twins, it's always been the other way around, even more so when you were the girlfriend of one and the sister-in-law of the other. It’s funny that Fred always acted as if you were a married couple. He was the only one to call you Mrs Weasley, saying it should motivate his brother to ask you. Today you doubt he calls you by his last name as he used to. After all, you break his brother’s heart, you doesn’t deserve any sweet nickname.

-Since you're here, all you have to do is help us organize the shelves, you know how it works.

-Okay, what do you want me to start with ?

-I think there are almost no more love potions on the shelf, there's a whole box of them in the reserve.

He hasn't even glanced at you, already on his way to see a customer. You’re going to get that box when Fred passes close to you, saying the air of nothing that you do not need to steal one of them. You immediately understand what he is implying and you want to tell him to fuck off, that it’s none of his business. But you don't have the courage to argue with Fred when you came to try to patch things up with George. That would be counterproductive and you can't blame Fred for being upset with you.

A few minutes later, you put the bottles on their display, being on your guard. You know Fred well enough to know it's not impossible that he might play a bad joke on you to avenge his brother in his own way. It might even be an opportunity to demonstrate a product to customers, unless you're getting paranoid. You’re just so tired of all of this …

-Hello Y/N.

-Luna ! You surprised me.

-I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. You came to see George ?

-Yes.

-Great, I’m happy to see you both. It's been a long time since I've seen him, and so have you. I haven't heard from you in two weeks. Were you sick ?

It's weird to see her again since the argument with George. Curiously you don't have that odd feeling like all the other times, you just want her to go away before George sees you together. It would probably make him mad, he might imagine you asked Luna to come or she came to try to stop you from talking to him. You have no idea what might be going on in his head but you refuse to waste your chance.

-Kind of. You should go before you get sick too.

-Luna, what a pleasure to see you !

You stiffen at the sound of his voice behind your back, suddenly so warm that his sentence sounds sincere. But he's angry with Luna even though he doesn't let it show. He knows it's ridiculous because it's Luna, she didn't do anything to make Y/N fall in love with her again and she may not even know about it. But he resents her because she took a part of the heart he desires entirely, just for him.

-Hello George. I was telling Y/N that it's been a long time since I've seen you. It's a bit sad, you're good friends and we see so little of each other.

-But you have seen Y/N a lot in the last few months.

-True, but not for the last two weeks. It was as if she had disappeared, I thought she finally asked you to marry her and the two of you have stayed together ever since. It could have been a secret wedding, I think that's your type. But she told me she was sick.

-What ? Ask me to marry her ? Why would she do that?

-Luna !

-Sorry, I thought you talked about it with him.

-You wanted to ask me to marry you?

-I don't think it matters now.

-I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Rolf tells me I should be more subtle when talking to people.

-Who is Rolf ?

-She didn’t tell you ? Rolf is my fiancé, he’s a magizoologist like me. We met at work, he is adorable and very nice. I'm sure he's going to love your products, I came to buy some for him. He's going back to England in a few days.

George feels lost, he had no idea Luna had gotten engaged. If he had known, maybe he wouldn't have been so angry with you, because he wouldn't have thought Luna could dump her fiancé to get back together with you while you were in a relationship. He knows Luna well enough to know she is not that kind of woman, no matter how she feels about you she would have pushed you away and told you to stay with him. She has always been so nice and fair while he feels terribly selfish. 

-Congratulations, I had no idea. It's wonderful news, you have ... have you picked a date yet ?

-Yes, we will soon send out the invitations, you will receive one of course. It will be this summer, dad is very keen on it. Don't hesitate to come in yellow, it will make him happy.

-I take note.

-I'm going to go pay, it's closing soon. It was nice to see you again, feel free to visit me anytime.

The blonde goes to the cashier after a smile. You've never felt so embarrassed in front of George, it was the weirdest conversation and you don't know what effect it had on him.

-Why didn’t you tell me she’s engaged ?

-What difference would it have made ? You said that no matter what happened between her and me, the problem is I had feelings for her again.

-Luna would never cheat on someone, least of all her fiancé.

-So you trust Luna more than you trust me. Great …

-You're not going to get offended when it's all your fault in this story !

-George ! Calm down, the store is not closed yet.

He almost screamed while there were a dozen customers in the store, most of them looking at you waiting for the next part. Can this day get any worse ? It hasn't even been 10 minutes since you walked in and it's only getting worse.At this rate George won't even want to talk to you anymore and you'll have to say goodbye to him forever before the store closes. Resuming his professional appearance, he clears his throat to regain his composure and walks away without a word. Then you go back to what you were doing before Luna arrived, putting the small bottles carefully. You feel tense, it seems like there's not much missing for you to break down and either burst into tears or go crazy. It's like being in the middle of a nightmare, you would give anything to make it stop and wake up in bed with George's arms around you and his breath on your neck.

Lost in your thoughts and anxiety, the closing finally arrives and Fred leaves the store for the apartment above, not without giving you yet another bad look before winking at his brother. Here we are, and you just want to run away.

George comes to you, always with his mask of indifference on. It’s only a facade, you know him by heart and in truth he tries not to show he’s in pain. You're both in pain but you're the only one to show it, that's the game. All means are good to make him understand this separation hurts you and you miss him. You’re sitting on a step of the stairs leading to the second floor, with desperate eyes looking at the ground like a punished child. It's not going to be a piece of cake, he's probably going to say some hurtful words, but everything has to be said and heard.

-What about the proposal ? Were you really going to ask me ?

-I really thought about it, I never lied when I said that I love you and you are the man I want to make my life with.

He says nothing, assimilating this information with difficulty. He's still hurt and angry about what you did, but he feels it's not as he imagined it would be. He thought the moment he threw you out, you had gone to join Luna and since then you had been consoling yourself in her arms. He doesn't doubt your love for him, he saw how you were that night, but he thought you would move on with time, with Luna. He imagined himself learning that you were moving in with her, and the day you were going to get married. It destroyed him from the inside, this image, this perfect happiness that you would live with her when it should have been with him.

-You are the most important person to me, since we have been together for so long, I told myself that I could be the first one to make the proposal.

-Sounds ridiculous …

-You know that I want your kids. We already talked of this, I want 4 children and you, 5.

-Stop it. I know all of this too, but we can't talk of our future anymore. I'm not sure of our couple anymore.

-I understand. But you asked me to come here to talk. I'm trying to make you understand I don't want a future without you. Isn't what I'm supposed to do?

He remains silent, staring at the display of love potions. He stands up straight with his hands in his pockets and again you can't read him. You hate it, feeling like he's already so far away from you when the breakup isn't official yet. You're afraid he won't want you anymore and say it out loud, that he'll move on and make his life with another girl. He would have the right, nothing obliges him to stay with you, but how could you survive it ? He's the love of your life, it's the only thing that's been going round and round in your head for the last two weeks. It's him and nobody else, Luna is nothing compared to him. The tall man sighs and raises his head to the ceiling, you can see that he is chewing on the inside of his cheek. This is not a good sign.

-You understand it changes nothing for us.

-Not even a little ?

-I don't think so.

-Why ? It must change something. We both want to marry each other, we want a home and a family to build together. I told you more than I can remember that I am sorry and I choose you for ever and ever. Why isn't it enough ?

-You're going to get angry now ?

-I do, because I don't understand ! I understand you need time and you're mad about me and you have all right. But I didn't do anything to get her, not a kiss, not a look, not even a word. I never wanted to do anything with her, I was lost in my feelings and you … you say you will never need me again. How I'm supposed not to be angry ?

Tears fill up your eyes, it's kind of unfair of you to put a blame on him for his choice but you can't handle it. This man is yours since so many years, you've already imagined what your future would look like, to the kind of grandparents you would be. You want to live so many things with him, like traveling abroad, laughing at your children's mischief, celebrating your wedding anniversaries in so many different ways, just laughing every day of your life with this wonderful man. He can't take that away from you without you saying a word.

-Everybody makes mistakes, there is such a thing as forgiveness and you have to know how to forgive the people you love. I'm not saying this to make you feel obligated but because I want you to do it, because I still love you. Do you know that saying, "Love cannot be divided, it can only multiply" ? That's exactly right, I didn't take a part of my love for you to give to Luna. It's an old love that has woken up, it's something totally different. It's more like loving a friend very much or wanting the last broom, it’s unreasonable, foolish and not that strong as the way I love you.

-Is that supposed to make me want to take you back ?

-Shut up George ! I’m falling ! There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, and you heard Luna, I haven't spoken to her in two weeks ! I’m ready to do anything for you, to prove you my love !

-And you think that makes you respectable and forgivable ?

It's the most frustrating situation you've ever experienced, it's like talking to a wall. No matter what you say or what you do, he doesn't want to forgive you. This sudden realization makes you cry your eyes out. You refuse to give up your story, but it takes two to make one more, and George is sinking the ship. You don't know what's more powerful between despair and rage, but you're falling apart again. So it's really over ? He asked you to come here to finish you off like this ?

-George, I’m begging you … Don’t do this … Please, don’t leave me …

-I love you from the depths of my being, I was ready to give everything for you. But I can't give you my forgiveness, and above all I know I can't give you back my trust.

-But I don't understand ! I didn't cheat on you, I didn't do anything with her, she doesn't even know what happened ! I ignored her, I left you alone waiting for you to come back to me to talk and try to make things right because we love each other and this story doesn't change anything about OUR story !

-It changed something.

-No it doesn’t ! Maybe you’re afraid and you don’t trust me like before, and again I understand it and accept it. You’re hurt because you feel betrayed, you wanted to be the only one I love and unfortunately this is not the case but you still want me. In spite of everything you feel and what you told me, you still want me to become your wife and to raise a family together. You still want to offer me your newest products in advance and find me every night at the apartment. Because you know as well as I do that we are meant to be together. We survived Umbrage, we survived the war, I was always there when you needed me and you did the same. This love that unites us, it’s different from the one I have for Luna, it’s much more powerful and indestructible. We can break up if that's what you really want, but you know as well as I do that this love will never die. And you'll miss me every day of your life because I'll miss you too. I’ll love you forever, and I can’t do anything against that. 

-You’re cruel. Do you really think I'm happy I have to break up with you ? I'm not because you are ... everything I've ever wanted. I've always felt lucky to have you, I was sure we would make it. I’ll love you forever too and that’s the problem ! I can't escape you while you are hurting me, you will make me suffer all my life because I will have to try to run away from you all my life !

-You don't have to run away. Especially if it means it will make you suffer for the rest of your life.

Neither of you has moved since the beginning, almost like statues with words. You are together on a path that separates into two other paths, and you don't agree on which one to take next. One is clearly a dead end while the other leaves more possibilities. But you can't force George to follow you, if he really wants to stop everything then you'll have to accept it. Even if it breaks both your hearts, you can't stop him from living his life the way he wants. You've already done enough harm, and his feelings will make him suffer for a long time if he chooses to break up, there's no need to add to it. But you're not ready to hear it so you try to save this love story that's falling apart.

-Why can't we at least try to work things out before we break up ?

-If I come back to you, I know I would forgive you and we would go back to the way things were, almost as if nothing had happened.

-And it would be a bad thing ?

-I talked it over with Fred, he told me not to be fooled and not to give you a second chance. He says I deserve better than a woman who can't love only me.

-Excuse me but we don't give a shit about what Fred thinks. He's your brother, your twin, your partner, but he's not the one living your life. You know me much better than he does, you know our history and you know if I'm honest or not.

-So why didn't you tell me about Luna ?

-See where that got us ? As soon as I realized, I was ashamed, and I knew it would lead nowhere because there is only you for me. She has never been an option, least of all when she is engaged and I was hoping we would be as soon. I know, it sounds cheesy and cliché but it's the truth. I just wanted to wait for it to go away.

-By continuing to see her every day ?

-What would you have thought if I had stopped everything suddenly ? And I really thought it was a kind of nostalgia for a time when it was simple and not painful. The more the days go by and the more I'm sure of it, I don't miss her as much as I miss you, her absence doesn't hurt as much as yours. It was stupid to go back to her like that, I know. I’m sorry George. For all of this, it’s my fault. I never meant to hurt you, but I did. And I can never apologize enough for that, I promised you I would never hurt you. I’m really sorry George.

These words ring true in George's heart, yet this is not the first time you have said these words and he already knows everything, even what you didn't say. All you've done is tell the truth you both know, and even if it hurts he can't deny it. This is the moment when he must choose between yes and no. This is the moment when no matter what his twin brother said to him, his heart beats reason. It’s true he has loved you for four years and he can’t see a future without you, that's a pretty good reason to give a second chance. 

-Come on, let's go home.

-What ?

-Come quickly before I change my mind.

Without a word, you get up in a hurry and leave the store to let George close behind. You don't know what to expect, but this opening draws you like a beacon in the night. He lets you come home, which means he wants to try. You feel like you're living again, breathing is suddenly no longer painful, everything seems a little better and a little less sad. 

-You’ll sleep on the couch.

-Okay.

-I promise you nothing.

-That’s fair.

-I hope it will work. It would hurt too much if it didn’t.

You walk side by side in the night, without holding hands as you used to do. It's strange but there's a glimmer of hope that's lit up for both of you. Maybe it’s not the end.

[fangirlings-things]

He's just too much — Part. 2

A/N: heyy guys, thank you for all the compliments about the first one so here I am, with part 2 of this fic! I'm thinking about a part 3 so, let me know what you guys think

Pairings: Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: a few curse words

Summary: Michael Gray is just too much for (Y/N) to not fall in love with him

Word count: 2234

Part. 1 Part. 3 Part. 4

"Well, well, well, look who's prettier than ever", John's voice echoed through the kitchen when you entered the room, making everyone that was there stare at you instinctively. 

All the Peaky Blinders had been reunited to a formal event at Tommy's house, that had the intention of gathering money for his foundation for children. He had been hesitant to do this because the last time he tried the same thing, Grace, his wife, had been killed, taking a bullet that was meant for him. That destroyed Tommy for a long while but now, he was decided to let it all in the past and you couldn't be more proud of him. 

As it was a formal party, you all had to dress properly so you had bought yourself a simple but beautiful black dress, that fit perfectly on your body and made you feel good. Truth was, that you hated using dresses. Being raised by a single father, since very little you realized that man's like clothes were so much more practical and comfortable. You always could be found using leather pants, boots and a white shirt. But in that day you couldn't escape your fate. You had promised Tommy to go, and so you would. 

"Shut up, John", you said, blushing a little under the looks of all those men. You tried to ignore the fact that in the back of the room, leaning agaisnt the white walls, was Michael. 

He was doing that sexy exotic thing again, the french inhale. The same thing he had done when you went to his house, looking for Polly. The day where he had kissed you and left you alone and feeling more confused than ever. It all had happened two weeks ago and since then, he had been doing his complete best to stay away from you and taking the hint of someone who clearly didn't want you around and regretted what had done, you stayed away. Gladly. You had decided that you wouldn't be pursuing this feelings, not anymore. Not after all the pain it had been causing you. So you ignored the way his eyes rested over you right now, and pretended he didn't even existed. 

"Hey, I'm not mocking you. You're really very beautiful", John said with a gentle smile looking you up and down, clearly amazed by seeing you wearing female clothes for once. You smiled back to your friend, thanking him with only your eyes for trying to make you feel more confident and he winked at you, in a way that made you feel more than safe. You loved that idiot with all your heart. 

"(Y/N) is dressed to impress", Arthur laughed while taking a sip of the glass he had on his hands, never losing the chance to tease you when he could, just like he would do to a younger sister. "Anyone you're planning on taking back home with you tonight, honey?"

Rolling your eyes at his words, you laughed while jumping a little and sitting up in the kitchens counter. "We'll see, Arthur. Who knows whom I may meet in this event"

"Oooh, someone's on fire tonight", the oldest Shelby brother said and everyone in the room including you laughed. But with only a quick glance to Michael, you saw that he didn't. In fact, he looked even more serious than before. 

Fuck him, you thought to yourself angrily just in the moment where Tommy entered the kitchen, looking extremely handsome in his formal clothes. His expression was stern, and you knew that all his courage was being putted on making that event happen. 

"Alright, you all know what you can't do. I've talked to Polly and she will be here as soon as it all begins to help me take care of everything", the black haired firmly stated, looking briefly but intensevely at every single person that was on the kitchen. "Just behave yourselves and it all will... (Y/N) why the fuck are you in my counter?" he asked with his forehead frowned, his bright eyes fixed on yours. 

"I like the view from up here, Tommy" you said shrugging, secure that an answer like that coming from you would make him laugh, and it did. You felt proud of yourself in that moment for being able to make him feel a little better. 

"Right, just don't stay here when the event starts, or I'll come and drag you out there myself" he gave you a warning playful look and only when you muttered "fine, dammit", he smiled again. "You're beautiful" he said afterwards making you smile brightly and with one more look to everyone, he left. 

"Alright, who wants to do some smoke on the yard before all those fancy rich bastards get here?" John suggested and all the boys quickly agreed, making their ways to the kitchen door. Turning to you, he raised his eyebrows. "Want to finally give it a try, love?"

"I'll pass" you said in return and for knowing you so well, he was already expecting that response. 

"See you later then, love. Save me a dance" he said and kissing your cheek, left with the other boys. 

When you looked up, you saw that after all, you weren't now alone in the kitchen. Michael had stayed back, and was watching you with his eyes fixed on every part of your body. Allowing yourself to admire him for a moment, you realized that he was as handsome as ever, with a blue suit that made his blue eyes look even more bright. 

Before you could think of an excuse to leave or something to say to start a conversation, he got rid of his cigar and walked towards you. You held your breath, already panicked, remembering all that had happened the last time he approached you when you two were alone. As much as you tried to deny, you wanted him again. Wanted him to kiss you as roughly as he did for the first time. Wanted to feel his hands on your hair, gripping at it firmly. 

You watched completely still as he stood in front of you, getting between your legs and looking up to your eyes as you were taller than him from above the counter. Without any ceremony, his hands found your waist and with one quick movement, he got you standing in front him; now you were the one who had to look up, as usual. Your bodies were completely smashed against each other, your back pressed to the counter where you had been sitting before. 

"You really look even more beautiful today" he said, his voice deep and serious. 

You thought about saying something, thought of hopefully bringing up the night where he had kissed you and maybe get an explanation from him, but again, he didn't give you the chance. He just let you go like nothing had happened and walked out, leaving you again, breathless and annoyed. And above all, confused. 

"I'll talk to Arthur, see if he hasn't been drinking too much. You'll be ok on your own?" John was still holding your hand, you two had just shared a dance together. 

Tommy's house was full of rich important people, who he hoped would make donations to the foundation by the end of the night. You had been doing your best to smile and look pleased and as far as you knew, you had been doing a great job, because they had been smiling kindly at you either. Maybe, not all the rich people were bastards. Just maybe. 

"I can take care of myself" you said to John, who smirked by hearing your words. 

"Yeah, I know you can" he then let go of your hand and walked away, searching for Arthur between many strangers. You silently hoped, that he would find his older brother soon. If Arthur got drunk, things could go incredible wrong. 

You were about to go talk to Isaiah, who was standing in a corner of the room as alone and looking out of place as yourself, when you saw something that made your heart shrink in your chest. 

Michael was talking to a rich girl, that was wearing a glistening golden dress that matched the color of her blonde perfect hair. She was extremely beautiful, you couldn't deny that. And Michael apparently thought the same thing, because of the way his hands found her waist and how his mouth curled into a smile in her direction. He whispered something and her ear and she laughed, already head over heels for him. 

And that hurt you. More than you imagined it would. Yes, you had seen Michael with other women since you met him but that was in the time he ignored you; the time where he didn't show you any emotions. Now that he had, you felt jealous. You felt pain, because you wished to be the one in his arms again. To be the only one that he would hold. But clearly, he didn't feel the same way. 

You saw them brush their lips together in a kiss and without being able to hold back your emotions tears started to fall from your eyes, running through your face. You quickly ran out of that room, your vision clouded with tears. Suddenly, you collided with a heavy chest. Looking up, you saw Tommy. At first he looked confused but seeing the tears in your face, his expression became incredibly worried. 

"(Y/N), what happened?" he asked, his hands on your arms, caressing them in a gentle way. 

"I-I... I don't want to..." you stumbled in your words, trying to hold back the tears but you couldn't. All the feelings you had repressing were suddenly in the open. 

"It's okay, it's okay" Tommy brought you close to his chest and hugged you tight, knowing that the best was to not make questions at the moment. You cried in his suit, feeling safe in that familiar spot, right there. He was family, the brother you never had, and his presence made you feel a little bit better. Taking only a step back to be able to look you in the eye, he cleaned the tears from your face his with thumbs. "Don't move, I'll just give some instructions to Polly to carry on the event and then you and me are going to be alone, ok?" when you nodded, lightly, he kissed your forehead. "I'm going to take care of you, little one" and with those words, he went into the room you had just left. 

You stood there in that cold empty hall, avoiding a few peoples gaze that ended up to fall upon you when they passed by. You just wanted Tommy to come back soon and take you with him somewhere only you two could be. If someone could make you feel better, it was him. 

"What you're doing here alone?" that deep ans stren voice filled your ears and turning around almost instinctively, you met Michael's eyes with yours. When he saw the tears in your face, something crossed his expression but you couldn't tell what it was. "You saw that" and by that you knew to what he was referring to. You waited, but he didn't say anything else. 

"What the fuck do you want me to say, Michael, huh?" your voice was high, you could feel the hurt and anger pumping in your veins fastly. You wanted to beat him. Wanted to make him feel the pain he had been causing you for so fucking long. But you wouldn't, because after all, you loved him. And that was the pure unfortunate truth. "That yes I saw you kissing that blonde? That yes that's why I'm crying?" 

"But why would be crying by seeing me with someone else?" he stated in return, his voice also raised in a higher tone. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were glued to yours.

And after hearing that, you laughed. A genuine laugh that expressed all your resentment. "Seriously Michael, can you be that stupid?"

"I don't know what the fuck you're trying to say, (Y/N)! You fucking said that you were going to my mother about some guy that night! So why are you crying like a bitch about seeing me kissing someone?" he shouted those words and all of them hurt you, every single one hitting you like bullets. 

"You are the guy I was going to ask device about, Michael!" you shouted back, you're voice almost cracking completely in pain. "I'm in love with you bloody idiot but you never gave me a chance! You never even thought about making conversation with me! You just ignored me since the day we met and I hate you for that!"

When you stopped talking, you could see the impact that your words had on him. His expression, before angry and serious, was now breathless and schoked. There were tears forming in his eyes, making the blue in them seem a little less bright. 

"What's happening here?" Tommy got back and looked at you two for a few moments, assuming a defensive position by your side, as always. 

"Nothing" you responded, taking a deep breath. For some reason, seeing the tears in his eyes, made you feel even worst. "Me and Michael were just having a enlightening conversation" 

Tommy grabbed your hand, and you happily let him take you away from there. Away from Michael. 

[dabistodorokitouya]

Numb To The Feeling {Dabi & Touya Todoroki}

WARNING: THIS IS REALLY DARK STORY! IT INCLUDES MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DRUG ADDICTION, SELF- HARM!

He was such a loser. Just like everyone says, he was useless. Even his own body couldn't stand his power. He just needed everything to stop. He looked at the medicines on his hand. He needed them, he had to do it. In the end, at least he could find a little peace. His only wish was just a little bit of peace, he would take care of everything else later. Though he had nothing to care about. He looked at where he lives now. He was living in the worst part of the city, he was a criminal, of course, he couldn't live in the city center. Maybe he wasn't living in the best place but at least he had a place to stay. He definitely wasn't living in a great place. He burst out a wild laugh loud, not even close to the word great in a long time.

The apartment which he had been living in consisted of only a bedroom, and a bathroom and that was enough for him. If he wasn't on a mission for the League, he would stay in the flat all day. He couldn't pull off some stupid acts them every day. Sometimes they got annoyed him and he needed somewhere to be alone. Everything he did, the places where he stayed, what he did to live was terrible, just like himself. He didn't deny this, he couldn't. Someone must be incompetent, failure. After all, not everyone could be a masterpiece, right?

He drank the medicines and lay on the bed. He waited a little bit for the effect. He wasn't in a mood to deal with'em thus he turned off his phone. Three to four hours of sleep was all he needed right now. He closed his eyes and hoped no one would bother him.

It was a windy and thunderstorm night. Just like every other kid, he was scared. Of course, he was scared, he was only seven! Two years had passed after his quirk was released, that was an awful year in his life. That wasn't fair! It was supposed to be the greatest year. He remembered it as if it was yesterday when his quick came up, his father had shown him value for the first time. Before that, all Touya knew was that his father was a pro hero ranked 2 and his father was always busy. But Touya had understood this.

Heroes always busy with villains, that is the purpose of them and he was proud of his father to catch the villains. He had what a strong father! He thought he loved him even if he couldn't spending time with him. Just his work tired, his mother always said that. Along five years he had always spent time with his mother, she was kind. When his quirk released he was watching tv with his mother and his sister Fuyumi. At those times Fuyumi was just a 2 year - old baby and his mother was pregnant with his little brother Natsuo. Touya was going to be a big brother again. He was happy, he was wondering what his baby brother would be like. Would he look like his mother, like Fuyumi, or would he look like his father, like Touya? He was going to learn two months later.

Fuyumi has her mother's warm eyes with smiling gray inside, her hair was just as well as gray in line with it, but between two or three strands of hair was red. Touya was just like his father. They shared the same turquoise eyes colour. The only difference was his father's eyes always filled with rage. Touya's eyes were cheerful and full of sparkles. Also the shape of his hair and colour of eyes just like his father's. Even if his father's eyes always filled with rage, he would never use to against Touya. He usually saw him when he was just coming home or when they were making a lot of noise and he was yelling at them. He would never join them in mealtimes. Whatever Touya did he never accept that. He always said that he was so busy for this. He went to his room and ate there. Sometimes Touya would hate his father's job he wished his father had spent more time with them.

One day he said that his mother had given him warm smile and she said that a lot of people had needed his father. His father had saved lives, that was an important job but he cared for him, not just him he cared for all of them. Even if he couldn't with them, he would always within his heart. After his mother said this he was so embarrassed for his selfishness. He was so jealous! But his mother fondle Touya's head and said it was okay. That was the only thing he believed madly but that was a first lie his mother told him.

He loved his siblings, he used to think they're a perfect family. Just like every other kid Touya was waiting for his quirk to appear. He was five which means it would appear anytime soon. He had always loved his mother's quirk, she always used her quirk to relieve him. He loved the refreshing coolness of the ice but he also loved fierce fires of his father. He was sure whatever his quirk was it would be amazing. How come he wouldn't have amazing quirk with such perfect genes. That was the wrongest thought in his life, fire and ice was the terrible duo. He would realize that soon.

They were talking about new heroes on the television when he grew up Touya would be like them. He was going to work with his father side to side and they were going to catch the bad guys. His father was going to say that he was proud of him. Yes, he used to believe this like a fool. He was looking at tv and his hands, he suddenly felt a weird prickle on his hands. A massive blue fire burst out of his hands, he was shock but also happy. Now he had a quirk and it was just like his father's. He started to jump in the living room saying he has a quirk.

His mother gave him a warm smile. Even though she didn't understand what was happening, his sister was staring at the fires and then she started to giggle. That day was Sunday which means his father was at home. He ran out of the living room. Normally their mother would never let them interfere with their father's business but this was one of the biggest moments in a child's life. She didn't say anything and followed Touya slowly. Touya hurried upstairs to his father's room and knocked on the door.

When he entered the room, his father looked down on. He said that he was busy and he asked why had I bothered him. Touya tried to use his quirk and blue flames appeared inside his hands. The first time, Endeavor changed his facial expression. Touya had never seen his father like that. Touya thought that he was happy. He got up from the chair and approached to Touya. His father was tall and big molded. Whenever he looked a long time, Touya was scared meaninglessly but Endeavor fondled Touya's head just like Rei did.

"Your flames are stronger than mine! Touya that is great! You will be my masterpiece."

His father had praised him for the first time in his life, while Touya smiled unaware that this would be his first and last. Endeavor told him they would be together all day tomorrow, training him on his quirk. Touya came out running to give the news to his mother if it was future Touya he would have hit himself for his stupidity at the time and tell himself to come to his senses. However he wasn't Dabi at those times, he was the joyful kid whose only concern was to get his father's attention.

He had no idea how his father's training would be but it was way worse than he thought. His father kept pushing him, told him that he was not a little child anymore since he was already five. He told Touya to rise and stand tall. He had to be strong enough to surpass All Might, he had to stop acting so miserable. Not wanting to let his father down, Touya had tried too hard but there was a big problem. His fire was too hot, he regretted that he had thought it was great at first. When he used too much of his power, he burned his own body and left traces.

At first, his father thought this was because of Touya's lack of attention, he wasn't focusing enough and that was ending up with burning himself. Touya had been training for a few months now, he was able to control his fires. If the fight hadn't lasted too long he could have overcome it with ease but when he tried to force himself to use his flames longer, The truth was always the same: frustration. His body was suddenly warming up too much and burning his arms. His father was a very tough teacher, he never tolerated mistakes. Touya was naive enough to think that his father was only doing this for his sake because he couldn't think of any other explanation. His father was already training his power so he would become a hero in the future. The truth is, his father only cared about being the strongest and wanted an heir to surpass All Might. Fuyumi was still just a baby and had at least two years for her quirk to occur.

Touya wasn't exactly what Endeavor wanted, he wanted an heir who could control both ice and fire, but if that didn’t happen Touya was still a good option. His fire was definitely stronger than Endeavor, even though he had a child who can control both ice and fire, Touya's fire was so strong that it was worthy of attention. Even if he wasn't the strongest he could still be worthy and Endeavor was highly aware of that. Seeing Touya couldn't control his fires for long disappointed him. He was almost perfect, almost...

Touya was tired every day. After training with his father he would not have the energy to do anything and he would have a lot of wounds. Also even though his quirk didn't burn him, it was too hot and effects maintained after then the training. Those times he was very lucky to have his mother. His mother used to clean all wounds and bandage. He used to stick a cute band-aid for small wounds. He was not spending as much time with his mother as before. The only time he saw her when his mother healed his wounds and Touya would always fall asleep in the event of he was tired. His mother would stay next to him until he slept and she used her quirk for reduced temperature in Touya's body. Touya loved the cool feeling of ice, and when his body temperature returned a little more to normal, he would immediately fall asleep with tiredness. 

He was the big brother he could take care of himself, his little brother needed their mother more. The only thing he was unhappy about was that he couldn't spend time with Fuyumi anymore, Touya would start training with his father early in the morning and continue till late hours. Fuyumi would be asleep in the mornings and go to sleep before his training ends. He had only seen his younger brother Natsuo a few times, Natsuo was constantly asleep.

There were a lot of times he wished he would wake up and play with him. Natsuo was the one who looked the most like their mother with his grey hair and eyes. Touya was a skinny kid, no matter how much he ate, he couldn’t get rid of it. It could be said that Natsuo had their father's size, already. Touya was thinking Natsuo would be taller than him in three to four years. He couldn't help but be a little jealous since he was the oldest.

His father's training was becoming more and more brutal as months passed, his wounds were now staying for days and the new ones were added before he could heal. Bruise and burn marks were now part of his arm. Two years later, after Fuyumi's quirk was manifested, everything became worse than it was before. Fuyumi had an ice quirk just like their mother. Although Fuyumi was quite happy with this, their father was disappointed. Touya was still in the first place but noticing that the fire was constantly damaging Touya's body, he suspected this was not because of his incapability.

One day his father did something that he had never done before. He took him to a hospital which was about quirk. Touya was scared, he didn't want to be a disappointment. He would proud his father and he would become a pro hero. The doctor did a lot of tests on him and he said that he was too skinny, just like everyone said. The doctor said he was probably like that because he used his flames by forcing his body. Touya knew that. Also, he learnt scary truth that day, his body couldn't stand his fire.

Normally, the bodies of people who had the fire and of similar quirks had more tolerance to the heat. This would prevent their warming up quickly and provide them to use quirk for a long time but Touya's body withstood more suitable of ice, he could stand just normal temperatures. That was a terrible thing for those who had fire quirks. That was sucks that his body couldn't have stood his own power. Actually, Touya had ice and fire pieces inside of him but that wasn't what his father wanted. His father wanted a child who had fire and ice quirk, not a miserable boy who even couldn't stand his own flames.

The doctor said that the quirk mismatch is normal for children with opposing powers, and that if he tries too hard, he can burn himself or even kill himself if he overdoes it. Even he exceeded, he could do enough damaged to kill himself. If he had only normal firepower he would still not be able to use much of his power, but at least he wouldn't burn himself in ten minutes.  After what the doctor said, he could never forget the way his father looked at him, he was a disappointment. He had no value in his eyes anymore, he would never be able to use his flames as well as his father's wanted.  When this happened he was only seven years old.

Now his father was humiliatimg him more in training, constantly angry with himself for thinking that he might be a masterpiece that was nothing but failure. His father was angry himself to think that Touya could have been a masterpiece. His father had decided that he was not worth his time anymore, and the never-ending daily training was ended all of sudden. He was only being trained three days a week and sometimes fainted from exhaustion. Because he was not good enough, his father was always angry, making violent attacks.  At the very least, he was telling him to control his power without harming himself, not to bring shame to this family.

Touya felt that he was drowning in this pressure, stress. He was increasingly afraid of his father, and he used to be, but as long as he didn't annoy him, there was no reason to be the cause of his anger. Touya had no fault, he had not chosen this power himself. While his strength should have gotten better, it was just doing more damage to himself. Touya was almost always angry. He was always angry with everyone at everything. Fear would cause anger, anger to hate, and hate to disappear ...

Dabi woke up in sweat, the damn hour is gone. Shigaraki was definitely going to kick his ass, this was not the first time he was late. He had lost his perception of time as usual, he looked at his phone to see the clock. How stupid he was, he had turned off his phone himself.  He went to wash his face while waiting for his phone to be turned on, he was awful. He was not very surprised, it was always like this. He remembered that Shigaraki was talking about a mission, and he would  turn him into dust if he was a little late. He sighed, he had to deal with his staples later. He got out of his apartment and started to walk towards the meeting place.

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Eighteen

I was standing alone looking at all the monitors that had recently been set up. The images displaying the empty maze. I thought about everything that we had trained for. Everything we have been told. Is this really the best way?

"You okay?" A boy's voice from behind me made me jump.

I turned to see my brother. The only family I had. Aside from all the other kids here that I had befriended he was the one who truly knew me the most. My twin. He stepped closer to me stopping to stand next to me.

"What happens now?" I asked him quietly.

"We make the world a better place. It's up to us." He said with a small smile.

"Are you sure this is the right way? The best way?" I asked turning to face him.

"Emi, everything is going to be alright. We've all trained hard for this. We know what to do." His smile was warm and infectious.

I nodded then wrapped my arms around him to hug him tightly. I heard the door open followed by clicks of high heeled shoes. I knew who it was right away.

"Let's go you two" she spoke stiffly.

We both followed her threw the halls. We were almost to our bedrooms when someone grabbed me from behind. I screamed and kicked to get out of the hold. My brother whipped around and immediately tried to help me but she stopped him.

"Thomas! Tommy help me!" I screamed at him as my capture drug me away from him.

"Emi!" He yelled reaching out for me to only be pulled away from me and down the hall.

"What is this?" I shouted as I tried to fight against the hold.

"Sorry, boss says it's time for you to join the others." The man said quietly.

"What does that mean?" I asked frantically as tears fell down my cheeks.

He let go of me to only turn me around so he could grab my arm.

"Don't fight me it will only make this harder." He said sternly.

He pulled me further down the hall. We turned a corner and that's when I saw them. All of them. All of my friends. They were each in their own tank like chamber completely emerged in water. One of the last tanks held Gally. He was trying to scream and beat on the glass. What are they doing? Why are they doing this? I thought they needed us?

I screamed for my life as I was drug from the hallway to the room across from the tanks. I don't want to die!

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I jolted awake as the fear took me over. I was drenched in sweat. Why do these dreams keep happening? What the hell do they mean? That boy, Thomas, is he really my brother? My twin? Before I could ask myself more questions the morning bell tolled. I got out of bed feeling like I wasn't actually moving. I felt lost and confused. I dressed myself then went out for breakfast. Everyone was in an anxious mood. The box was suppose to arrive almost a week ago. Everyone started thinking it might never come back up. I tried to ease my mind as I grabbed some food from Fry then went to my usual spot between Gally and Newt.

"You alright? You look a little pale?" Gally asked quietly.

"I'm fine just a bad dream." I whispered.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked sweetly.

I just shook my head no. I wouldn't even know how to go about talking about it. How could I tell him about this. I had told Alby about my other dreams but this one was very different. The boy that I called my brother, Thomas, he wasn't in the Glade. How could I dream about someone I've never seen before or at least I don't remember ever seeing?

After breakfast Gally and I went to work on a few things alone. I knew he wanted to talk. He could tell something was up with me.

"Em, I love you. You know that right?" He asked watching me closely as we walked.

"I know. I love you too." I answered.

"Can you please talk to me about what's going on? Did I do or say something?" He asked stopping to look at me.

"No Gally, you haven't done anything." I gave him a small smile.

"Then what's going on?" He asked again.

I sighed as I turned to keep walking.

"I've been having these dreams. Well, they're more like memories. They are just messing with me." I explained.

"Dreams that are memories? Memories of what?" His face was scrunched up in confusion.

"Memories of us. Of all of us that are here in the Glade. We were all friends before this. They kept us all together since we were little."

Gally seemed to get tense. He started pacing in front of me.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He asked harshly.

"I don't know."

"What was your dream last night?" He asked looking at me angrily.

"It was of me and this boy who I called my twin brother. His name was-" I was suddenly cut off by the box's alarm.

Gally and I shared a quick glance before running full speed to the box like everyone else. I could see relieved looks on most of the glader's faces. Gally pulled the doors open then jumped inside. I leaned over to see him grab the greenie's shirt.

"Day one greenie" he said then pulled him to his feet.

As soon as the boy was out of the box and I could see his face I felt like I was going to be sick. It was him. The boy from my dream last night. What the hell is happening? I watched as he pushed the other boys away then took off running threw the Glade. Most of the boys cheered as they watched him. I couldn't feel any part of my body. The boys around me started laughing making me turn to see that the greenie had fell head first into the dirt.

A few of the boys drug the greenie over to the pit to calm down while the rest of us started unloading the box.

"Emi, you okay? You don't look so good." Newt said coming to stand in front of me.

"I don't feel so good." I barely croaked out.

Gally had heard me and immediately came to my side. I pushed him away ignoring his and Newt's questions. I turned and ran straight for my room in the homestead. As soon as I enter the building I was stopped by Alby.

"Hey Emi, you alright? I was going to go talk to the greenie. You wanna join me?" He asked with a smile.

I shook my head quickly then ran for my room. I need to be alone. I need to get my head straight. I'm going crazy. I have to be. Maybe I was stung. I started tearing my clothes off as I checked every inch of skin I could see. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing. I huffed in exhaustion as I fell to the floor. Why me? Why is this happening to me?

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Creator/scientist!Tony and Clone!Peter (Orphan Black AU)

🔬 Peter Parker is on the train station on his way home when he sees a boy kill himself by jumping in front of a train. But, the boy looks exactly like himself and due to impulsivity and desperate need for money, Peter steals the boy's possessions and identity from the platform and runs off while everyone else is busy panicking over the corpse under the train.

🧪 The boy's name was Harley Keener and Peter goes to his apartment, hoping to grab what he needs and continue with his life with a little more money in his pocket. While snooping in Harley's apartment, Peter is startled by an older man entering the apartment. ”Harley? I thought you wouldn't be back before Wednesday.” ”Yeah, well I-uhm got back early.“ Peter lies and before he knows it, he has to pretend to be Harley for a lot longer than he had originally planned.

🧫 Harley's boyfriend is called Stephen, Peter finds out, while snooping in the apartment when the older man is at work. During his snooping, Peter finds love letters written by Harley to Stephen while he was in the military. The letters reveal that Stephen did not love Harley, but for some reason didn't leave, making Harley heartbroken and confused to the brinch of insanity. Despite the damning information Peter has on Stephen, the boy finds the ex-soldier to be quite attractive and Peter finds himself being fucked into pure bliss by Stephen in his and Harley's bed multiple times. Peter hopes that the sex will distract Stephen from the truth and it seems to work, until he starts asking Peter if he is back on his meds.

🧬 One morning, Peter wakes up feeling odd, and it wasn't just because of Stephen fucking him raw the night before, but like something was done to him in his sleep. He finds tiny prick wounds in the crook of his elbow and an EKG sticker on his chest. Horrified and confused of what is going on as he stares at himself in the mirror, Peter suddenly feels a cold gun begin pressed into his back. ”You're not Harley.” Stephen growls. ”Where is he?”

⚗️ ”Harley never had any siblings, let alone a twin brother.” ”What are you talking about, Stephen? It's me!” ”Harley and I haven't had sex in over six months.” ”Well, I just missed you, is all? Come on let's forget this nonsense, yeah? Please, Stephen.” ”All right. If you are Harley then answer me this. Where was your last marathon? What city was it in?” Peter is unable to answer, of course, and gulps as fear has his throat all closing up when Stephen raises his gun again. ”I'll ask you one last time. Where is Harley?”

🔍 Peter tells Stephen about Harley, but keeps his own identity and lifestory short. The older man seems surprinsingly calm when he hears about Harley's suicide, which prompts Peter into a revelation. ”Harley killed himself because of you. Because you didn't love him! You let doctors examine him in his sleep and turned his whole life into a lie! Why?” Stephen makes a pained expression before yelling back. ”They don't tell us why! I just- I just do as they say.”

💊 The two of them come to a truce of sorts and decide to work together, but there is no way Peter trusts Stephen, so he tries to dig further by following the older man when he goes to work. He follows him into a fancy looking building where he sees Stephen talk to a dark haired man with a neat goatee in an expensive looking suit. He looks like a man in charge and overwhelmed with a need for answers, Peter barges in. Security grabs him immediately as the alarms by the doors go off and Stephen and the dark haired man turn to look with baffled expressions.

🧠 Stephen is quick on his feet and approaches Peter and says ”Harley!”. Perhaps Stephen can be trusted after all, Peter thinks, but the dark haired man in the suit calls the bluff immediately. ”Stephen, Stephen. We know that he isn't Harley, the medical examination revealed it.” Peter struggles against the two muscular security men holding him back and screams at the man with the goatee. ”What the hell is going on? What did you do to me in my sleep, you pervs!”

💉 ”Nothing invasive, I can assure you, but it is quite necessary for your own good. Some of the other subjects have become sick, unfortunately, so we just want to monitor you, like Stephen here does.” ”Wh-what subjects? There are others? I don't understand... What the fuck is this and why does Harley look exactly like me?” ”Subjects, yes. Clones is another word, but we prefer not to use the c-word here at Stark Industries. More importantly, however, you aren't Harley. Who are you? I know you are the one that got away. My white whale. But what's your name?” ”I'm not fucking yours! I am me and answer to no fucking one!” ”That's where you're wrong. I own every single one of you. But, if you won't say your name then I'll be the grown up and introduce myself. I am Tony Stark and I am your creator.”

(Mind you, the clones, Peter and Harley included, are 30 in this AU like the clones in the original show)

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3 Words - Stucky

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: It only took 3 words to turn Bucky's world around. Normally, almost nothing could caught him off guard, but in that moment, his jaw nearly hit the ground.

Word count: 2,733

Warning: Slightly implied smut

A/N: This plays partly before, partly after Infinity War but we're gonna imagine everything went well, they won the fight and everyone is alive and friends again. Basically, let's pretend life isn't as fucked up as it is rn. Also, in this Steve and Bucky didn't had contact during Bucky's stay in Wakanda.

For already a while, Bucky's constant state had been simply Confusion. Nothing new, some would say, but it was. At least to him.

He always loved Steve. More like a brother, a best friend, but he loved him. But something has changed since he got unfreezed in Wakanda, being met with T'challa and Shuri rather than his best friend. He felt disappointed almost.

The time he spend in his little cabin in Wakanda wasn't the best as well. Of course, he loved the kids and his goats. And the peace he was finally able to enjoy, apart from the farm work. But he wasn't happy. Steve wasn't there with him and he missed him more than anything. Bucky couldn't go to anyone when those nightmares came back and he couldn't talk to anyone about the fears that still lingered inside of him. He had to suppress all that.

When T'challa brought him his new arm, he knew the peace was over. But Steve was coming. He would be able to see him again. And after all this was over, he would be able to be with him again. He felt his heart swell whenever he thought of it, a small smile creeping it's way onto his face. He couldn't wait. So he did everything to not look like a greasy, depressed man. He took a much needed shower, put on his new arm and suit before making his way over to where Steve and the others would arrive.

When Bucky saw the jet landing he could almost feel his heart exploding with excitement, the smile on his face permanent as he shifted nervously. He watched from afar as T'challa led the group towards him. Then he spotted Steve for the first time in years, and he felt his throat get dry. His hair was slightly longer, styled back, and he had grown a pretty impressive beard, his old uniform worn out. He looked so amazing, Bucky felt himself starting to sweat. He never had that kind of reaction from just seeing someone, but he did now.

As the group neared he tried redeemed himself, taking a deep breath as to calm himself, even though his heart was racing harder than it ever did before. He could hear T'challas voice the closer they got. "You have my kings guard, the border tribe," They were so close, but still haven't seen Bucky. He slowly crept out of his hiding spot. "the Dora Milaje, and-" "A semi-stable 100 year old men" He grinned, instantly walking towards Steve. The Blond smiled brightly at him before pulling him in for a hug. It didn't last long, but it was enough time for Bucky to take in Steves sweet scent. He wished they could stay like this forever. He had missed him so damn much.

"How've you been, Buck?" Steve asked with a smile after pulling away. God that smile. "Ehh, not bad, for the end of the world." Bucky joked, a small grin on his face.

After that they all prepared for the war that was about to happen. Bucky clearly wasn't ready, he was tired of fighting. All he wanted to do was to stay somewhere safe with Steve, just the two of them, like it used to be back in the 40's. But he realized he wouldn't get his wish granted as a couple of spaceships brought a mass of giant, angry aliens to Wakanda.

The fight was hard and exhausting and left all everyone physically and mentally scared, but after what felt like eternity they finally won.

*2 month later*

Most of the Avengers came back to live on the Avengers compound, including Bucky, and it was the happiest he's been in years. He finally got to spend time with Steve again. He obviously didn't have him all to himself, but he would have to accept that.

By now, Bucky had realised that the feeling he got around Steve wasn't like friendship. He had changed, just like his view on Steve. Bucky could feel his heart pick up whenever the Blond smiled at him and when Steve fell asleep next to him after Bucky joined him after another nightmare, he could burst out in tears of happiness.

What held him back from saying anything is Steve's past. To Bucky, it appeared like he was straight. He never told him anything about any attraction towards men, and hell he watched him making out with Sharon a couple years back. On the other hand, Bucky hasn't told Steve about his sudden bisexuality as well. He himself wasn't even sure if he was bi. All he wanted was Steve. But he kept silent, pushing his feelings down in fear of rejection. At least until that day, which turned his whole point of view around.

It was one of those cozy evenings where they all would sit in the lounge, maybe watching a movie, joking around and just being happy about how peaceful it finally was. Bucky would take his standard place on one of the couches, next to Steve. Their arms would brush against each other from time to time, and even the small contact made Bucky shiver. He wouldn't even listen to the ongoing conversation, his mind focused on his phone in his hands and Steve's slight touches. But when the conversation shifted to that exact man, he lifted his gaze to listen. "Come on Steve, when was the last time you had fun, mh?" Natasha, who was sitting on Steves other side, grinned. "I don't have time for relationships. Someone's gotta save the world, y'know." Steve answered, shrugging. "But come on, maybe just a little fun from time to time, nothing serious. It would do you good, you're too tense all the time." Tony joined the conversation, grinning as well. Bucky tensed in his spot as Steve chuckled beside him. He didn't want to think about his best friend/crush sleeping with a random girl. "I hate to admit, but Stark is right." Natasha went on. "What about that barista in the coffee shop this morning? He totally gave you bedroom eyes." Buckys eyes widened. He?

The rest of the team seemed just as surprised. "But Steve isn't gay?" Sam spoke from his spot on the bean bag. Steve turned to him, brows furrowed. "You didn't know?" Buckys breath quickened. There was no way he was- "I'm actually bi." Buckys jaw slacked as he started at Steve in disbelief, just like everyone else. "What?" he heard himself say, a little too loud as now everyone turned to him. He felt himself blush, slowly closing his mouth again. "Why didn't you tell me." He was actually kind of hurt Steve didn't tell him. But then Steve softly smiled at him and he forgot basically everything. "I just didn't know why it would be relevant. I just told Natasha because she was with me when I once didn't turn down a guy who flirted with me." He shrugged. Bucky just sat there staring as his hands, not knowing how to react.

"I'm bi as well." He suddenly blurted, his mouth speaking faster than his mind could think. His cheeks turned a dark shade of red when he realized what he said, his mind spinning as he thought how weird that must have sounded. His gaze lifted to Steve who was just grinning at him. "So you wanna call me out for not telling you when you didn't tell me yourself?" Bucky chuckled nervously at the irony. "Great. Now we have two bi super soldiers." Rhodey joked. "Anyone else want to out themselves? Or are two enough for today?" The room went silent. "Noone? Good, these two are acting awkward enough." Rhodey continued, pointing at Bucky and Steve. Both men laughed slightly at that.

When Bucky was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen a little later, Steve entered as well. "Hey Buck." He smiled brightly, making Bucky smile as well. "I wanted to say I'm sorry i didn't tell you about - y'know." He continued, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Bucky nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry as well. I should've told you earlier." He said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Steve smiled at him again with this goddamn smile that made his heart jump. "No more secrets from now on, alright?" Steve suggested, making Bucky gulp down his bite, the phrase 'I love you' running through his head instantly, wanting to be spoken out aloud. But he kept quiet, told Steve "Of course." instead. Steve nodded at that, padding him on the shoulder before leaving the kitchen. Bucky left out a heavy sigh, his mind dizzy. God he wanted to tell him so badly. But just because Steve was into men didn't mean that he was into him as well. He wanted to slap himself for his feelings, he hasn't fallen for someone in so long and now it had to be Steve? He knew his brain was messed up, but not that messed up.

The following night, Bucky once again woke up in the middle of the night with his chest heaving, his forehead glistening with sweat. A relieved sigh left his lips as he realized where he was, his dream not being reality. He could punch himself that after all these years, he still had nightmares about his times as the Winter Soldier.

He slowly slid out of bed, making his way to Steve's room, as usual. But this time it was different. Since he now knew Steve was bi as well, the chances that he might feel the same as he did were now higher. He took a deep breath as he stood infront of Steves room before lifting his hand, softly knocking again the door. He listened closely to the sound of ruffling sheets inside before a grumpy "Yeah?" made him open the door. He felt a little bad as he stepped inside, seeing a tiredSteve rubbing his eyes. He clearly had woken him up. Still, he didn't miss the way his heart jumped at how adorable Steve looked. All sleepy and soft, shirtless with his blanket pulled up to his broad chest.

"I-I'm sorry if i woke you up. I can leave again." Bucky mumbled, nervously picking on a loose threat of his sweatpants. "Shut up and come here." Steve chuckled, making Bucky smile. He closed the door behind him, walking over to the empty side of Steves bed and getting under the covers. He layed on his back, about 2 feet away from Steve as he stared against the ceiling. "Wanna talk about it?" Steve asked, laying on his side as his head rested on his elbow, looking down at Bucky. Bucky could feel his heart racing. "It's almost the same I've been having the last couple weeks. Nothing new." Steve nodded before dropping down beside Bucky, now laying much closer to him. Bucky could feel the heat radiating off the Blonds body and it made him want to cuddle into his side.

"Hey Buck?" Steve ripped him out of his thoughts as he stared at the ceiling as well. "Yeah?" "How did you know you were bi?" Bucky swallowed thickly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Steve was looking at him again. He clearly couldn't concentrate under his intense gaze. "I-I don't really know. Why?" Steve lifted his gaze back to the ceiling. "I dunno. Just curious." Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion. "How did you know?" "I fell for a guy, duh." Steve answered amused. Bucky felt his face heat up. "Of course." He simply replied. A calming silence filled the room after that. Bucky could still feel the heat from Steves body while he listened to his steady breathing. This was normally the point where they would either cuddle or just fall asleep next to each other. Bucky wanted nothing more than to be as close as possible to Steve, so he went for option one.

"Steve?" He asked quietly, getting a "Mhm?" as a response. "Can we cuddle?" He hated how desperate he sounded, but he smiled lightly as Steve chuckled. "Of course." Bucky immediately turned to Steve wanting to scoot closer but Steve suddenly stopped him. "I probably should put something on before this." Buckys brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" "It's a warm night. Didn't expect company." Steve answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders. It took Bucky a moment to understand, his face turning red as soon as he got what Steve meant. "Y-You're naked?" He asked, making sure he understood him correctly. Steve chuckled, amused by how flustered Bucky was, before nodding. Bucky just stared at him in disbelief. He had been laying in a bed with his butt naked crush. Steve still faced him as well, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "You want me to put something on or not?" He asked, biting his lip. Bucky fought the ought to stare at his mouth. Instead he kept his eyes on Steves as his throat went dry, his whole body feeling on fire. He wanted to say no, wanted to feel every inch of Steves skin. But he would never be able to fall asleep when Steve would be just laying beside him, completely naked.

So he swallowed thickly before croaking out a "Yeah." Steve nodded, smiling before standing up. Buckys eyes went wide as he now had full vision of Steves butt as he walked to his wardrobe to put on a pair of boxers. Buckys breath got caught in his throat as he watched the other man bent down slowly. Then it hit him. Steve was putting on a show for him. Noone takes so long to put on one piece of clothing.

"You little shit." Bucky almost growled, making Steve bite his lip again. "What was that?" The Blond asked as he turned around to get back on the bed. "You're doing this shit on purpose." Steve drpped back down beside Bucky, tilting his head to one side innocently while he grinned. "And what if I'm doing it on purpose?" He leaned forward slowly, smiling as Buckys breathing became more erratic. "For what reason?" Bucky questioned, now shamelessly staring at Steves lips which were slowly inching closer. They were already so close, he could feel Steves breath against his face as he chuckled. "Because i like you, dumbass." Buckys eyes widened, flying back to Steves to see if he was lying. "Are you serious?" Steve chuckled again. "Of course. Now stop talking and kiss me." Bucky didn't need anything else as he leaned forward, crashing his lips against Steves. He groaned into the kiss as they lips moved together, the taste of Steve even sweeter than he imagined it.

Bucky moved his hands to Steves waist to pull him closer, while one of Steves hands made it's way into Buckys hair, tugging gently. Bucky moaned softly at that, Steve taking this opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. Both their tongues danced together perfectly as small noises of pleasure left Steves mouth. Buckys grip on Steves waist tightened as the only way to keep him grounded. He could feel his mind spinning, the warmth he felt in his belly spreading over his whole body. Of course he had kissed multiple people already, but this was a whole new level. With Steve it felt so good, just RIGHT. Like they were made for kissing each other and noone else.

After a couple minutes Steve pulled away, gasping for air while grinning at Bucky. "Shit, if i knew you could kiss like that i would've made out with you earlier." He chuckled, making Bucky smile. "We definitely should have done this earlier. We're both surprisingly good at it." Bucky agreed, earning a laugh from Steve. "Guess I'm going to take this as an 'I like you too'?" Steve questioned, his eyes meeting Buckys. Bucky slowly lifted his right hand to lay it on Steves cheek, slowly stroking the stubble as he smiled softly at him. "I like you too." He could see the way Steves eyes lit up, a wide grin on his lips. Both leaned in to kiss again, this time more slowly and lovingly than the last one as butterflies interrupted in both their stomachs. And as Bucky felt Steve smile into the kiss, he knew he was deeply in love with his best friend.