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Maybe 🔥 meme for Primo?
they had to kill twitter circles specifically so i would stop screaming in there about bad primo takes but now i run LOOSE. FREE. I WILL NOT BE SILENCED.
🔥like. ok. listen. the sheer amount of primo takes i have seen that boil him essentially down to "delicate sexy pouty catty waifish femboy" make my FUCKING HEAD SPIN. I DONT. GET IT!!!! i dont understand how primoplacido yugioh 5ds is somehow one of the most consistently mischaracterized yugioh characters i've ever fucking seen. why him!!! it's like people saw the white heels and immediately fell victim to an incurable horny brain fungus (even though. like. i dont even think he picked those heels. if anything that was Z-one's choice. and also Aporia has them too and yet why dont i see people lusting after them on him.) (i know why it's because primo's canon appearance is something twink adjacent and aporia's isnt) (anime fans are very often not terribly slick, im finding)
a lot of yugioh characters fall victim to "the fandom version of this character is just some shit yall made up" but primo is by far the weirdest instance of it, especially since he's not a terribly popular character to begin with so the fanwork well is already NOT VERY BIG. and that in general just always frustrates me a little-to-a-lot. I JUST DONT KNOW WHY HE GETS FUMBLED SO BADLY. i want an MLA formatted essay arguing where this Delicate Prissy Prettyboy Primo is in the 5D's narrative text. point to it and show me where it is, show me where it's a supposed consistent part of his character.grabs you and squeezes your shoulders with wild eyes. im being SO good im not even getting into the bee thing i already went off about the bee thing.
I JUST. This guy is a maladjusted permanent robotic manchild who turns into a FUCKING MOTORYCLE MONSTROSITY, he's aggressive and unpleasant to be around, he commands robots that make people crash their bikes and end up in the hospital. He thinks his little butler RPing is sooOOooo clever. He fucked up his duel so bad he died. He is a WEIRDASS FREAK ANGELROBOT, he's practically CARTOONISH, and i just wish people saw his little things like liking strawberries in the Tag Force games and Wisel Top 3's bizarre gerbil-ish design and interpreted them as "oh it's really silly that this unwell robot from the future has this trait, what a funny juxaposition" instead of immediately jumping to "im going to make this his entire personality and not actually comprehend literally any of his other actions." he is SUCH AN INTERESTING CHARACTER AND I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING MY MIND AND IM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE DEPTHS OF IT ALL!!! GRAAAHH
like man he is not even Catty when he's upset he starts snapping and snarling like an unsocialized pit bull he might as well be punching a hole in the drywall. revisit the assigned reading and see me after class.
#THANK YOU ERIN THIS WAS LIKE BEING LET OUT IN A BIG FIELD TO HOWL AND SCREAM AND THROW THINGS AROUND#he's..my...COMFORT CHARACTER!!!! ROOM ERUPTS IN FLAMES#sorry if this comes off as bitchy im just like. i feel like im failing a color blindness test. i do not see any of this fanon version of hi#and it drives me a little insane. it has driven me insane for months. i do not get it!! WAUGH.#ygo posting#asks#starry-knight-rayel#iliasterliker9000#dana's ygo bible study
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CLAIMED - Chapter 15
*Warning: Adult Content*
"I should have known that all of this was just a ploy for you to get your slimy little hands in my pants," Beta Jaxson Ortiz shouted, pressure rising in his chest as he stared daggers at the large man who sat in front of him on the bed.
There were many other emotions swirling around in Jaxson’s chest that were, as usual, basically impossible for him to decipher, however he was able to discern at least one among the chaos.
Anger.
The emotion surged inside of him unexpectedly, like someone stomped on the flickering ember that once was the pleasant feeling of contentment that he began to feel with his Mate yesterday, when they were wrapped up tight in each other's arms in the middle of the woods.
"Fuck this, go find some dumb twink that's willing to play your games because I sure as hell won't," he said, hastily going to stand and leave the room, however as soon as he moved to do so, a large and devastatingly familiar, hand wrapped tenderly around his left wrist.
His touch, although incredibly gentle and simple, sent a massive ripple of sparks up his fingertips, across his muscle fibers and straight into the sensitive base of his spine, immediately halting his movements.
Ever since the tumultuous events of the day prior, Head Warrior Corey Cahill's touch had been affecting Jaxson differently.
Although it still sent tingles along the surface of his skin, the feeling had seemingly amplified tenfold over the past twenty-four hours that they'd spent together, the Betta’s heartbeat quickening exponentially each and every time they made even the slightest of contact.
Jaxson felt somewhat raw and vulnerable when they weren't touching.
It was almost as if Corey’s presence was the final piece of him that he needed to function, filling a void that he had gotten all too used to compensating for by himself.
He would be lying if he said it was anything short of fucking terrifying but that anxious feeling was quelled as he was somewhat comforted by the calming sensation that traveled across every synapse in his body.
After a few moments, his nervous system never failed to become overwhelmed with all that was Corey.
There was no denying their connection at this point, Jaxson had at least accepted that much.
But that didn't mean he was going to just roll over and become some little obedient bitch.
"Jaxson, please. Do not leave. That was not my intention at all," Corey breathed, his words laced with the same undertone of sincerity that they always carried.
His velvety, deep voice made tiny butterflies erupt in Jaxson’s stomach and his Wolf, Luka A.K.A. The Little Slut whined wantonly in the back of his mind.
He could feel his Mate's eyes on him as he glared at the wall, clicking his jaw back and forth and using every living ounce of his strength to keep his signature word vomit from tumbling out like it always does, making him say something that he was sure to regret later.
he was trying his best to drop that bad habit.
‘That's character development, people.’
Surprisingly, after a few deep breaths and a couple more moments of allowing the tingles that sparked between he and Corey to calm his impulsive urges, Jaxson finally turned to face his Mate.
With a silent nod of his head, the Crescent Moon Pack Beta acquiescently gave his permission for his Warrior Mate to continue explaining just what the fuck he meant by what he had suggested a few minutes prior.
Corey's face immediately softened when Jaxson’s finally met his eyes and he noticed the corners of his Mate’s lips turn up in the ghost of a smile, an expression that the Beta was getting increasingly more used to seeing in the past day they'd spent together.
Corey very slowly released his Mate’s wrist as if he were attempting to tame an wild animal that had the potential to run off at any moment and when he did Jaxson immediately found himself missing the comfort of his Lover’s touch.
‘I swear, I was turning more and more into a God-damn flaming homosexual with every passing second. I may as well raid Berlin's sparkly ass closet and start wearing booty shorts and crop tops.’
"I apologize, I should have thoroughly explained what I meant first," Corey continued as Jaxson reluctantly settled back onto the bed.
He crossed his arms firmly in order to assert the fact that he was definitely still pissed, however he couldn't resist inconspicuously touching the tip his knee to his, secretly savoring the rush of tingles that surged between them.
Corey glanced down at the small booklet that laid between their crossed legs with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he attempted to somehow explain its contents.
Admittedly, Jaxson was slightly curious as to what explanation he was going to provide, given the fact that the cover of the booklet read none other than 'BDSM for Beginners'.
‘Yeah, I was just as surprised as you are. Dead-ass.’
"Engaging in BDSM is not necessarily about sex but rather trust above anything else," Corey began, his eyes raising back up to meet mine as he spoke. "In some cases, it is even used as a form of therapy. You said that you enjoy submitting..." he spoke the last word delicately, as if Jaxson would break if he said it too harshly. "Although you still have conflicting feelings about it. It's a common misconception that the submissive partner in a relationship doesn't possess the control, when in actuality they hold most, if not all, of it."
‘Is that really true?’
Jaxson wondered, nibbling on the heavily chewed up corner of his lip in contemplation as he attempted to reason through Corey’s foreign words.
Before he could inquire further however, his attention was re-captured by the Warrior that sat before him as he finished his thought.
"Jax, listen. I know that we still have a long way to go until you will be fully comfortable with our relationship. I also know there are many things about your past that you still have yet to tell me and I would never pressure you to do so until you definitively choose that you are ready," Corey paused, giving Jaxson a moment to digest his words before continuing. “We don't have to do any of this if you are uncomfortable with it but my hope is that I can help you realize that your desires are not wrong. Additionally, if you are able to first trust me with your body, I hope that one day..." he paused again and Jaxson blinked wordlessly as he cautiously slipped his hand into his, slowly intertwining their fingers and giving them a small squeeze as if to emphasize his words. "You may give me the honor of also trusting me with your heart."
The heart in question immediately began to flop around helplessly in his chest, and a spark of contentment roared back to life at the cumulative impact of Corey's thoughtful words and the feeling of his fingers against his.
Jaxson had to squeeze his free hand into a tight fist, digging his fingernails into his palm as a reminder that he was even supposed to still be angry at the man in the first place.
‘I mean, how could I be angry when he'd just given a perfectly reasonable and not to mention ridiculously compassionate, explanation for what I had just been dramatically fuming about moments prior? I definitely needed to add 'not jumping to conclusions' to my seemingly endless list of skills to work on.’
Keeping his head down and staring daggers at the dinky little pamphlet that laid between their crossed legs, Jaxson chewed down harder on his already abused bottom lip.
Meanwhile, Corey waited, patiently as always, for his response, his thumb leaving a comforting path of sparks along the side of Jaxson’s hand where it rubbed across his skin.
So many thoughts were echoing around in the Beta’s brain at that moment, although one particularly stood out among the rest.
‘How could the submissive have the control? I pondered. It went against everything I had ever been taught. The lessons that were beaten into me, engrained into every broken bone and inescapable even in my dreams were a constant reminder that sub-missives are always weak and powerless and a weak and powerless Beta is useless....Right?’
Jaxson’s palms began to sweat at the amount of anxiety-producing cognitive dissonance that stirred up from the deepest, most nefarious depths of his being, his vision distorting slightly as he felt the onsets of an all too familiar panic attack setting in.
"Jax, look at me," Corey instructed firmly, immediately noticing his Mate’s silent struggle.
His free hand slid up to softly cup Jaxson’s cheek, tilting his head up so that his lover had nowhere else to look but straight up and into his warm brown eyes.
To others, they may have looked devoid of any feelings at all but Jaxson now knew better.
Now, he could see the delicate emotions that intertwined in an intricate dance behind his seemingly empty facade.
"You are safe with me. You are always safe with me," he whispered reassuringly, squeezing Jaxson’s hand gently before pulling it up to rest his palm against the center of his chest. "We need to slow down your breathing. So when I breathe in, you breathe in too, okay?"
Jaxson could only nod at his words, as he felt that he might just burst into tears if he even attempted to form a semi-coherent response.
Corey's firm gaze kept him tethered to the earth as he felt his chest slowly rise and fall underneath his palm and Jaxson began trying his best to follow to his Mate’s instructions and mimic his movements.
It took a few good minutes for him to get it right but with Corey's guidance and a shit-ton of focus that Jaxson didn't even know his swiss cheese brain had the capacity for, he was eventually able to re-stabilize myself.
For the first time in his life, Ihed somehow managed to avoid falling into a panic attack.
"Great job, you did so well," Corey smoothly stated when Jaxson’s breath returned to normal, that subtle ghost of a smile that he had come to adore gracing his lover’s lips once again as he stared down at him.
Jaxson couldn't help it as his body suddenly lurched forward, leaning in close as his eyes widened at the unexpected praise.
‘I wanted to hear it again. I needed to hear it again. And again and again.’
"Say it again. Tell me I did well," Jaxson instantly demanded, his voice coming out at a ridiculously embarrassing timbre that could only be classified as a whine. "Tell me you're proud of me. Please."
Corey didn't skip a beat as he wrapped a thick arm around Jaxson’s waist, effortlessly pulling his Mate’s body across the rest of the short distance that sat between them on the bed.
Any residual anger that the Beta previously held was long forgotten and he felt as if he might spontaneously combust as he waited the few seconds that it took for Corey to fulfill Jaxson’s desperate request.
“I am so proud of you, Jaxson. You did so well."
Jaxson’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head with the amount of pleasure that Corey’s simple words brought him.
He closed them instead, subconsciously leaning into his Mate’s warm chest as he also savored the consoling vibrations that rumbled through it as Corey spoke in that ridiculously deep voice of his.
The whole world outside of them seemed to fade to insignificance around Jaxson, the only thing that mattered being that Corey thought that he had done well.
"Again," Jaxson repeated, his voice was barely a whisper but he knew that Corey would hear him.
"You are such a good boy, Jaxson. My good boy."
Another surge of pleasure shocked it’s way through his system as Corey praised him again and Jaxson couldn't help put squirm a little in his spot.
Luckily, the onslaught of tingles that were provided as he pressed himself firmly against his chest helped calm him enough to not embarrass himself with another pathetic ass whine.
Jaxson turned his face further into Corey’s chest in an effort to hide the giddy smile that pulled at his lips as he repeated his words over and over in his head like a broken record.
‘I'm his good boy. Oh Goddess, I want it so much. I want Corey. I want us.’
Jaxson took a few more deep breaths in the same manner that Corey taught him minutes prior, his scent making his brain feel slightly hazy but also reinforcing the importance of his next decision.
No matter how hard it was going to be, if he wanted them to work, he knew that he was going to have to trust Corey.
After all, they did already pinkie promise and those are unbreakable.
"I still think you're just using this as an excuse to cover up the fact that you are an undercover kinky pervert," Jaxson joked, unable to wipe the giddy smile from his face as he reluctantly untangled himself from the warm cage of Corey's large body.
Jaxson met his Mate’s eyes as he continued, wanting to make sure Corey took every next word of what he was about to say seriously.
"Fine... but I still need you to explain more about this because it's all new to me and honestly it's... a bit daunting," he admitted, taking yet another deep breath to steel his resolve, "but I said I would trust you... so guess we can try it out. I'll be your submissive."
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Happiest of birthdays!
Could you write some more Asim? I’m so intrigued by his character and his relationship with Lucius (also my personal headcanon is that he’s Zaira’s soulmate).
<3
Asim doesn't like Abraxas.
They're hardly required to like their donors, obviously, and as a trainee healer he's not really supposed to have opinions about anything.
But he's spent plenty of his life around the pretentious, spoiled upper crust of society. And while they're plenty ridiculous and exasperating, most of the time that's the worst of them.
Abraxas is so derisive of them, of the work they're doing that he supposedly supports, and even more so of the people they're trying to help.
Maybe he's just being honest about it while everyone else lies about their feelings, but if that's the case that he thinks he prefers the lies.
It's the middle of the night and he's just gotten off his shift, nearly on his way out the door, when the floo in the main hall erupts in green and out steps Idetta Malfoy.
Abraxas's wife is tall and thin and has never so much as looked twice at him. He would have bet money on her not knowing he even existed.
"Mister Jaspal," she snaps. "I require you assistance, if you'd be so kind."
He's off the clock, and even if he wasn't, he works for the hospital, not her.
But her husband is funding almost all of their experimental research and he's not important enough to keep around if he manages to piss off Abraxas's wife.
"Sure," he sighs, for now putting aside the thoughts of his not even that comfortable bed that he doesn't see enough.
He expects a comment about his attitude, but maybe it is important, because she just nods sharply and gestures him into the still green flames.
Asim steps in and startles when she steps in beside him, hanging onto his arm with a vice grip. "Malfoy Manor, third eastern parlor."
It's dangerous for two people to take the floo together, and he intends to tell her that but then there's a tug at his naval and they're careening through the floo system. It spits them out and he stumbles, but is saved from falling thanks to Idetta's grip on his arm.
"If you please, Mr. Jaspal," she says. "My son is such a clumsy boy."
He straightens and looks up, then freezes.
Twelve year old Lucius Malfoy is standing perfectly straight in the middle of the room, his face blank except for the way he's biting the inside of his cheek.
He has a bloody lip and swelling around his cheek and eye that's sure to bruise and his white shirt is sticking to him with blood.
"What happened?" he demands, striding forward, whipping out a diagnostic spell. "Who did this to you?"
"I fell off my broom," he says, voice raspy.
Asim pauses in looking over the results of the spell. "Excuse me?"
"I was flying," he continues, still in that voice like hasn't had a sip of water in years. Or he's been screaming. "I fell."
He doesn't say anything, just unbuttons Lucius's shirt with wave of his wand and carefully peels it off his shoulders. He has to pause and loosen it with water in several places where the blood has dried it in place.
There are nearly a dozen criss crossing lines across Lucius's back, all of bloody and swollen.
"He fell through some tree branches," Idetta says. "You know how they can be."
It turns out that he doesn't prefer lies, actually.
He's so furious he can't speak, but he keeps his touch gentle as he cleans and heals Lucius's wounds. He's only a trainee, but he's used to dealing with things weirder and more life threatening than this. For how terrible the circumstances are, the wounds are easy to heal, from the lacerations to the bruises to his split lip and even the place he can see Lucius has bitten into his cheek in his attempt to remain stoic.
"Thank you," Lucius says when he's done. "Apologies for the inconvenience. I will be more careful in the future."
"Get some sleep," he says, forcing his lips to form the words and not completely different ones. "The healing won't take as well if you don't get some rest."
Lucius looks towards his mother and doesn't leave until she nods at him.
"Thank you for your services," Idetta says, throwing a pinch of floo powder into the flames. "I'd appreciate you not spreading this around. My husband gets so embarrassed about Lucius's clumsiness."
Asim is going to break something in this very nice room.
"Okay," he says, because that's all he can manage.
He doesn't sleep that night.
When he tells his supervisor the next day, she's not even surprised.
"Whatever you're thinking, don't," she says. "Abraxas is powerful enough that even if his son was willing to speak against him, nothing would probably come of it. Trying to cause a fuss when Lucius will look an auror straight in the eye and claim all his injuries are his own fault won't do anyone any good. If you really want to help him, you'll heal him when you're asked and accept whatever explanation you're given. At least then you know he's getting healed, which I'm sure Idetta is doing without her husband's permission. She's more concerned with appearances than he is."
Asim hates this, but he does as she does, and over the years he's called to the Malfoy Manor several times to heal injuries no one will tell him the truth about.
He thought that would change when Abraxas died, but it doesn't.
He doesn't agree with what Lucius is doing. But he doesn't have proof and at the end of the day, it's not his job to find any. He just does what he always does. He heals him.
Decades later, he goes to heal Lucius and find what should have been mortal injuries already partially healed.
He stares in disbelief. "Pick up a new skill?"
Lucius's lips press together. Asim assumes that he's not going to get any answer at all, as usual, but then he says, "It seems as if my son is gifted at healing charms."
His son? His fourteen year old son?
Damn. If this is what he's capable of now, he'll have to keep an eye out for Draco Malfoy.
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comforting childe and diluc after a nightmare
character x gender neutral reader, fluff (angst?)/sfw
trigger warning: brief mention of blood and death
additional notes: this was requested by a lovely anon ♡ i had fun writing these (had the most fun picturing what nightmares they would have but you didn’t hear that from me)! i listened to “the moon song” by karen o while writing childe’s scenario and “butterfly’s repose” by zabawa for diluc’s, which is why i’ve included lyrics in their respective scenarios! feel free to imagine yourself singing another song to them, if you’d like :) there are potential spoilers for their backstories, so read at your own risk.
childe:
he is cold, frigid air nipping at his skin viciously as he flees, blinking away snowflakes that cling to his eyelashes. pursued by ravenous wolves and beasts, he loses his footing, falling into a seemingly innocent fissure in the earth. recognizing the dark realm that haunts his memories, he panics, searching for an escape. no, please, not this again.
too late, he lands, trapped in this hell once again. pain jolts through his bones and a gasp leaves his lips when he places weight on his sprained ankle. struggling to stand, childe grips the sword in his hand, hope dying when he finds that several monsters block his path. slaughtering them quickly, childe wipes off the blood that splattered on his face.
“b-brother?”
he turns around, shock evident on his face when he sees his younger siblings, cowering away from him. the snow surrounding them is stained with crimson, and his hands are slick, viscous blood slowly dripping on the floor. tonia wraps her arms around anthon and teucer, shielding them with her body. childe takes a step forward, and extends a trembling hand toward them, calling their names weakly.
“stay back! you....you monster!” a shriek rips from tonia’s throat, gripping her brothers’ closer to her, her terrified expression mirroring theirs. childe recoils at the lack of recognition in their gazes. no matter how heroic and righteous he believed himself to be, he is merely a tainted soul, a monster who could never redeem himself.
lurching awake, childe’s momentary relief is quickly replaced by bitter contempt. a nightmare? he almost laughs, running a hand through his mussed hair, but his hammering heart and shaking hands tell another story. childe needs a breather, and he eyes the door, longing to escape the past and lose himself in the beauty that nature offers. perhaps he will meander along the ocean and watch the waves kiss the shore and recede, and let it wash away his sins. sitting up, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but it creaks underneath his weight and childe cringes at the sound that resonates throughout the room.
“where are you going?” you ask groggily, squinting blearily at him.
“i just,” childe begins, but before he could continue, shudders ran through his body, interrupting him. you tug him back into the warmth of the duvet, hands cradling his face while you peer at him in concern.
“i’m sorry...” childe squeezes his eyes shut, hands clenching tightly. he tries to calm down his erratic breaths, apologizing meekly as his hands try to nudge you away.
what if he hurts you too?
but you hush him, pulling him closer so that his head rests against your collarbone, limbs tangled together.
you start to sing, the familiar melody striking a chord in his heart. your voice is hoarse and muddled with sleep, but you gradually fall into a soothing rhythm, like the euphonious and undulating cadences of a piano.
i'm lying on the moon
my dear, i'll be there soon
it's a quiet starry place
time's we're swallowed up in space
we're here a million miles away
childe sheds his brash and arrogant exterior and allows himself to get pulled under by the overwhelming tides of his emotions, just like the waves of the ocean that he adores so much. he feels like he’s fourteen again, but this time, you’re here with him. he grasps your shirt tightly, and anchors himself, tears leaking from his closed eyes, falling on to your skin, seeping into the fabric of your shirt.
there's things i wish i knew
there's no thing I'd keep from you
it's a dark and shiny place
but with you my dear, i'm safe
and we're a million miles away
he is consoled by the fact that you do not view him as a monster, and when he’s with you, he can be whoever he chooses to be. he does not need to be tartaglia, childe or even the ajax he used to be, rather, he is content with simply being your lover and spending every hour of the day with you.
diluc:
the moment diluc sees his surroundings, he knows. he knows what’s going to happen, and how everything will go down. the carriage rocks back and forth as it travels over the uneven path, and everything is calm. too calm. swallowing thickly, he turns to his father, heart twinging at the sight of his familiar figure, with hair of flame, so similar to his own.
horses whinny frantically in the distance, and diluc tries to warn his father, but is cut off by the carriage toppling over as they lose control of the reins. a roar shakes the very earth and diluc is thrown against the side of the carriage, hissing in pain when his hand gingerly presses against the bruise on his head.
“father! wait!” diluc scrambles to his feet when his father begins to rise to his feet to investigate and protect the transport fleet. his father looks at him inquiringly, and diluc advances, clutching the hem of his coat in an effort to make him stay.
“you mustn’t go, father, your life will be in peril.” he implores, and even though he tries his best to keep his voice steady, the anguish he truly feels does not fully dissipate.
“i can’t afford to lose you again” is what diluc wants to say, but can’t muster the courage to form the words.
“my son, is that not what a man like your father should do?” his father rests a heavy hand on diluc’s shoulder, and his heart sinks in response.
“but, father-” diluc presses, but his father simply shoots him a reprimanding look.
“i’ll be back soon, just wait for me here.” he lets out a booming laugh, and ruffles diluc’s hair with an affectionate gaze, before walking off, summoning his weapon.
horrified, diluc calls out, but his pleas fall on deaf ears. he desperately wills his body to move, but it’s like vines have erupted from the dirt and tangled around his legs, trapping him in a prison of thorns.
all he can do is stand there, watching from the sidelines. even as his father gulps his dying breaths, all diluc can do is clutch on to him, and pray to whatever god that still remains, while the very light of his soul eclipses.
and like an incompetent fool, all diluc does is weep and regret.
hands shake his shoulders, and diluc snaps out of his dream, released from the tormenting illusion. his gaze meets yours, and when he reaches up to touch his face, his fingers come away damp from the tears that streak his skin.
you’re seated on the bed, sheets pooling around your waist. your brow furrows, and diluc opens his mouth, about to let false reasurances tumble from his lips to alleviate the look of unease you don. how many times had he dreamed of the incident? how many times would he continue to blame himself?
diluc himself does not know the answer.
you lean forward, hands tenderly brushing away the tears that remain, and diluc loses himself in your eyes. eyes really are the window to the soul, he thinks, everything is so clear, like how he knows that the sun will rise, signalling a new beginning. your eyes betray every emotion that flicker through their depths.
“i’m okay.” he whispers, but both you and him know that he’s lying. diluc lies back down, and he gestures for you to do so as well, but you situate him so he lays with his head in your lap.
you card your fingers through his hair carefully, your delicate touches evoking a chill that runs down his spine. you begin to hum softly, voice lilting in an ethereal melody before words surface and accompany it. diluc feels like he’s simultaneously floating and sinking. he wants to weep, for barbatos was lenient enough to grant him such a caring and understanding lover to someone as undeserving as he is.
for a moment, he wonders if you are perhaps hestia incarnate. the warmth and love with which you behold him with is surreal, and god knows that diluc is not capable of replicating or returning such affection.
the shadows in your head
they've got you down again
got you feelin' low
your voice is an intimate whisper, and diluc welcomes the warmth that it entwines him in. he catches your hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a chaste kiss against it. moonlight slants against your features, and diluc can only stare in awe as you continue to sing, body slightly swaying along as your hand aimlessly caresses his hair.
but it's time to rest, now
let it all melt now
wipe your tears
“thank you.” he murmurs, eyes falling close as your voice lulls him into a sleep. one that he knows will not be plagued with nightmares. you don’t respond, but diluc can hear the hint of a smile in your voice.
it’s a sight to behold: diluc ragnvindr, a man with a renowned reptuation of having a heart of ice, melting in your embrace. out of everything, perhaps your love is what ignites him, and brings back the fervor that was once lost.
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omg I love your work very much! You write really great and it's a pleasure to read you. I have a small request, if it's possible. I've never read this before so why write a one-shot (or series?) with a reader pregnant with chishiya ? (pleassse) With this news, it becomes extremely protective with the reader. Thank you so much !!
Yeah sure! Here you go! ❤
Trying My Best | Shuntaro Chishiya
{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}
{Main Masterlist}
Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Ann, OC)
Summary: You tell Chishiya that you’re pregnant and his change in behaviour from the news is hard not to notice
Warnings: accidental pregnancy, murder, swearing, graphic violence (guns), heavy angst, vomiting, panicking, blood
Word Count: 3.3k
*reader is female
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“Chishiya, I think I’m pregnant.”
The statement hit the young man like a thousand knives. He stood up on the roof of the hotel, the moon reflecting off his glowing skin. You stared at his side profile, waiting for his reaction to the news, but he merely sighed and tucked a piece of his bleached hair behind his ears. “How do you know?”
“I’ve been throwing up a lot, without even feeling nauseated at first. It just suddenly hits and I have to run to the bathroom,” you began listing your symptoms to back your claim. “I also have been a lot more tired, going to bed super early and waking up super late. As well as my period hasn’t come yet, and it’s been a week since it was due.”
You still kept your eyes on Chishiya, trying to figure out how he was feeling. His emotions hardly ever come through his body language. He seemed too calm for your liking, but you couldn’t exactly tell because you weren’t able to see his eyes.
“It is mine?” he asked, turning to you with a serious expression. Your eyes widened in shock. “Whose else would it be Chishiya?” you exclaimed, shoving his shoulder in disbelief.
Chishiya smirked and looked away from you again. “Just making sure.”
“Do you want to keep it?”
The question took Chishiya off guard. “That’s not my choice to make,” he said.
“Yeah but if it were?” you pressed, sliding along the railing until your sides were touching. Chishiya went quiet for a few minutes, thinking about his answer. “I would hate to bring a baby into this world if I’m being totally honest,” he started. “But it’s not like we have a choice.”
You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and sound against his warmth and scent. He laid his cheek on top of your head and sighed heavily.
“What are we going to do Chishiya? We’re too young to be parents, let alone in a world like this.” You felt your eyes start to water but tried your best to hold in your cries. You were terrified. Not only would you have to go through nine months of pregnancy, you would also have to play games in order to keep your visa valid.
“Hey,” you heard Chishiya say. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll push through this together. And I’ll make sure I’m here with you every step of the way.”
His words made you smile sadly, and droop your head down into your hands. You cried softly as Chishiya rubbed your back in a comforting manner.
It would be tough, impossible even. But the both of you had each other, and that’s all you needed to push through.
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Ever since that evening on the roof with Chishiya when you told him about the baby, he had acted strangely since.
He had lost his cocky and smug personality, being replaced by a cautious and anxious type of behaviour. You began to feel worried about him, because it was so out of character.
It didn’t go unnoticed by other members of The Beach either. Although you hadn’t told anyone else about the news (wanting to keep it between you and Chishiya), you found yourself being confronted by a lot of people asking if Chishiya was okay.
Ann mentioned that during a meeting he rushed out suddenly, not even stopping to say where he was going or why. You reassured her that he was fine, and that the stress of the games may have just started getting to his head a bit.
It was like you were suddenly dating a whole different person. There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side, always asking if you needed anything or that you were okay. He’d refuse to let you do the smallest of things, liking lifting heavy objects or even dancing in the crowd at night. There were times you would have to reason with him and remind him that you weren’t helpless, and you were basically only a few weeks pregnant, and he was acting like you were eight months. He always shrugged it off though and argued back that he just felt overwhelmed, so he wanted to try his best to be the best partner he could be during the stressful time.
But when push came to shove and you had to participate in games to renew your visa, Chishiya always insisted that he went with you. Even if you said no and tried to convince him that you would be fine, he refused to listen. You didn’t have a chance when trying to reason with his stubbornness.
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You had decided to participate in a game a few days earlier than when your visa would expire so you wouldn’t have the stress of having to rush to one on the night it expired. As well as you had been feeling okay for the past few hours and you didn’t want to lose the opportunity of clearing a game when you were at your best instead of being forced to play one on one of your worse days.
When you told Chishiya your plan, you ended up having a small argument. Chishiya thought it was unreasonable for you to put yourself in danger when it could be prevented, as well as he felt anxious due to you not being able to perform to the best of your ability because you were holding your child.
But after you both calmed down after realizing that arguing would get you nowhere, you both decided to go to the game that night, as long as Chishiya was able to come with you.
The game was simple enough. It was a six of clubs. Each player had to find an area of the building to stay put in no more than groups of three. You were able to move around these small areas, but once the game started and you were inside one, you were not permitted to leave your area. There were four seekers, each with a different animal mask on their heads. Each area in the building also represented one of the seeker’s animals. The goal was to kill the seeker that had the animal corresponding to your area. So the players would have to create a way to lure the seeker’s to their position, but if they lure the wrong one, they would have to hide until they left.
To clear the game, players would have to kill all four of the seekers. But if they failed to do so in the time limit, flames would emerge from the ground of all areas, killing all the remaining players.
In the registration room, Chishiya kept a firm grip on your arm, making you stay close to him. There were two tables, one holding the usual phones for the players, but the other was covered with a variety of hand-held weapons, scattered across the top of it.
Chishiya strolled over to the weapon table and scanned the dangerous objects. He reached to a moderately sized blade and felt it in his hand before turning to you and holding it out, wanting you to take it.
“Here, you have this one. If we happen to get separated and you come across one of the seekers, give them a short jab to the throat with this. I have my taser to defend me.”
“We won’t get separated, we have designated areas.”
Chishiya looked directly in your eyes and sighed, placing a hand on your head. “You know what I mean.”
You hung your head low. He was meaning if he was to die. “Don’t you dare die on me now Chishiya. If you do anything reckless, you bet your stupid ass I will make sure you survive this game just so I can kill you later.”
Chishiya chuckled at your threat, allowing you to see his shiny teeth in a smile. He knew that if there would be a point that you were in any kind of potential danger, he would throw himself in front of you. His life wasn’t worth as much as yours or his child’s, to him at least.
Around ten minutes later, you both sat in a dark room that had a large painting of a wedge-tailed eagle across one of the walls. You both already assumed that was the seeker you were trying to attract. You came up with the plan to wait a short while before starting to attract the eagle’s attention, because then other people may have already killed their seeker, making it less of a chance for a different animal to come find you.
You both sat in silence on the uncomfortable couch that had springs and stuffing pouring out of it. It was the only piece of furniture in the room, so there wasn’t really anywhere else to wait.
You groaned as a short stab of pain shot through your lower abdomen, making Chishiya snap his head to you and place a soft hand over your arm that held your stomach area. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
You waved your hand in front of you. “It’s fine, just a cramp.”
Chishiya sighed in relief and rubbed your back soothingly. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest, thumping against his ribcage rapidly. He was terrified, but he sure knew how to hide it from you.
You both sat in silent together, your head leaning against Chishiya’s chest as he stroked your head softly, trying to keep your nerves down. “How are we going to keep this up Chishiya?” you asked out of the blue. Chishiya hummed in acknowledgement. “I don’t know, we’ll just take one step at a time.”
The situation was overwhelming for you. With the mix of the fear of dying, your stomach cramps, Chishiya’s comforting voice and the eerie atmosphere, you couldn’t help but feel tears of stress start developing in your eyes. Before you could even get the chance to wipe them away, a sudden sob erupted from your throat, making you cover your mouth and push your face further into Chishiya’s chest.
“Aw no, don’t cry,” Chishiya cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso and holding you close. “We’re going to be fine. Trust me,” Chishiya pulled back and held your teary face in his palms. “As long as I’m here, nothing’s going to hurt you.”
You smiled at his promise, leaning into his touch on your cheek, making his face glow slightly pink.
As you and Chishiya stayed huddled close together and spoke in whispered tones, you froze as you began to hear a small noise just outside the door of the room.
Chishiya didn’t seem to hear it, and he kept talking. “Shh!” you said, cutting him off. He frowned at you and followed your gaze to the large, grey door that stood opposite to your position on the couch.
Silence filled the air as you both tried hard to listen. The tension in the room was making you almost suffocate.
“I think there’s someone outside.” you stated, standing up from your position and slowly beginning to shuffle along the floor towards the door. But Chishiya rushed after you and pulled you back before your hand could touch the door handle.
“What are you doing?!” he whisper-yelled, turning you towards him by moving your shoulders. You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? We need to kill it!”
“But we don’t know if it’s the eagle or not. It’s better if we hide until we’re sure it’s the one we have to kill.”
“We haven’t got time! We have less than five minutes to finish the game, so the chance of the eagle being the only one left is quite likely.”
“You don’t know that. And we aren’t even sure whether they carry weapons or not. It’s too high of a risk, and I’m not letting you put yourself in danger like that, especially when you’re pregnant with our child.”
“For fucks sake Chishiya! I’m not defenseless!”
Your yells became louder and louder with each argumentative statement, which eventually gave away your position to the seeker that stood just outside the door.
Just as you were about to rip away from Chishiya’s grip on your shoulder when you heard the large door creak open. You both turned around abruptly at the sound and laid on your eyes on a tall figure with an eagle mask covering his face. In his hand he held a small machine gun, making Chishiya’s stomach drop at the sight of it.
“Y/N!”
He grabbed your shoulders once again as you stood there in shock, not being able to move. Chishiya yelled as he pulled you roughly further into the room towards another small door that led to a closet. A few rounds of bullets shot around the room, illuminating the small space for a few short milliseconds and making the both of you develop a piercing ringing noise in your ears.
Chishiya pulled you against him as you struggled, pushing you against the wall with him in front of you, shielding you from the seeker. As he did so, he ripped the small closet door open beside you and shoved you inside, panicking and trying to get you to safety as soon as possible.
You fell to the floor of the closet, a small groan leaving your mouth as you hit the ground harshly. You were about to stand up again to push yourself out to help Chishiya, but he kicked you down before you had the chance. Your eyes landed on his, filled with frustration, but they softened as they saw the waterfalls cascading down his face.
“Please,” he choked out, putting the door behind him so the seeker can’t shoot him from the back. “For once in your life just listen to me and stay in here. Please don’t come out.”
That’s all he said before he stepped around the closet door and slammed it shut. The absolute fear and sadness on his face was burnt into your mind. You had never seen Chishiya hold such dreadful emotion on his features. It made you feel awfully guilty for picking a fight with him.
You finally came to your senses, the ringing in your ears faded and the gunshots just outside the door made your head spin. You sobbed and covered your ears with your hands, trying to block out the sounds. Your stomach churned and groaned, and you suddenly felt the urge to throw up.
You lunged forward from your sitting position on the floor and emptied the contents of your stomach on the tiled ground, coughing and gagging on the putrid smell and taste of it in your mouth.
“Fuck,” you mumbled out, rubbing your eyes to clear the tears dripping from them.
Something shifted in the pocket of your jeans, making you turn your head and place a hand over the object. Reaching in, you hissed as a sharp blade slightly cut your finger. You pulled it out gently and held it in front of you.
It was the blade Chishiya gave you at the start of the game.
“I can’t abandon him. My last words to him can’t be an argument,” you rasped out, putting a hand to your chest to recover your breathing. “I’m not going to let him die. He can’t escape being a father that easily.”
Slowly you lifted yourself up onto your feet, using the shelves in the closet as leverage. You shuffled towards the door, holding your blade out in front of you, ready to attack if you needed. You weren’t thinking straight, at that moment you didn’t even think about the fact that the seeker had a gun, all you could think about was Chishiya.
You slowly pressed down on the door handle, opening it carefully in case the seeker was still in the room. It was back to it’s darkness, making your heart drop lower.
You stepped out around the door. It was eerily quiet, making you become anxious. Something must have happened. It wouldn’t be this quiet if Chishiya and the seeker were still fighting.
A sudden wet feeling on your foot broke you from your thoughts and you glanced down to see a dark liquid seeping into your shoe. You leaned down to look at it more closely, noticing how a strong metallic smell filled your nostrils as you did so.
It was blood, but whose blood was it?
Your breathing began to quicken as you started panicking. It was a large puddle, there was no way Chishiya would survive if he got injured that badly.
“Chishiya!” you yelled out, hearing nothing but your own echo answering you. You held no care for being heard by the potentially still alive seeker at that moment. All you wanted was to find Chishiya.
“Chishiya, please!” You lifted your feet and rushed to the grey door where the seeker originally came from. It was slightly ajar and a light from the hallway outside was shining through into the room.
You pushed through the door, almost tripping over in the process. Further up the hall, two people laid on the ground. One was on their back with no movement while the other was leant up against the wall clutching their shoulder.
The injured one wore a white hoodie, making you immediately recognize them as your partner.
“Oh my god, Chishiya.” you whispered as you approached him, eyes locking on the large blood stain on his white hoodie. “Y/N, I told you to stay in the room,” he groaned out.
You placed a hand against his that held his wound, trying to keep pressure on it to lessen the bleeding. “I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to let you die that easy.”
He smiled up at you, a pained expression on his face as he hissed and whimpered at the pain of his wound. “They got me in the shoulder, but that was it.”
“You should be fine. If we get back to The Beach and get Ann to remove the bullet, it’ll heal fine.”
He knew you didn’t really know that. You were trying to reassure yourself that he would live. But either way, he wasn’t planning on dying on you anytime soon.
You looked away from him, glancing over at the figure lying on the ground motionless. The eagle mask was still lazily placed on their face. Chishiya probably didn’t want to remove it out of respect for the individual.
“How’d you kill them?” you asked, locking eyes with him once again.
“A few shocks around the ears to knock them out. But I didn’t take any sharp blades with me so I had to get creative,” he explained, nodding over towards a small slab of metal that laid a few metres away. “After a few hits with that to their head, they were gone.”
You cringed at the thought, but you appreciated Chishiya having the bravery to do that.
You felt a soft hand pressing itself against your stomach, rubbing the spot up and down. “Are they okay?”
A smile spread across your face. “I think so. They didn’t help much by making me throw up in the closet,” you laughed, making Chishiya grin.
“Causing mum trouble already.”
A happy tune being played from each of your pockets caught your attention.
“Game Clear. Congratulations.”
The reality suddenly hit you. You were alive and so was Chishiya. And although you would have to go through many more traumatic and harsh events such as the one you had just experienced, you would at least be there for each other, whether the outcome was bad or not.
“Come on. Let’s go home,” Chishiya groaned, using his good arm to push himself up. You helped him by lifting him by his shoulders.
You were alive today, and that’s all that mattered. You would worry about tomorrow when it comes round to it.
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Always kiss me goodnight
Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader
Content: Pining, kissing, mention of food, oh no there’s only one bed, helmetless Din (but it’s dark), baby Yoda is an adorable tiny terror
Word count: ~2200
Note: I swear I was only going to write one Pedro character fic. Has this kind of thing been done a million times? Yes. Am I doing it once more? Also yes. It’s self-indulgent hours and this little love letter to our favorite space dad and his green baby has been nagging at my mind since I first watched the show.
Tagging the people who asked (If anyone wants to be tagged or un-tagged in any future fics since it seems I’m well and truly back on my bs just say the word): @songsformonkeys @yespolkadotkitty @emesispo @beccaplaying
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Fatigue has caught up with the little green child now that his belly is full, and crankiness along with it. The Mandalorian has been known to lovingly call his adopted son a womp rat, but when the baby gets overtired, a rancor is more like it.
This time, you can hardly blame him. The three of you have spent the better part of the day traveling, finally landing on this backwater planet late in the evening. With some searching and a small fortune in credits, Din managed to find a safe, out-of-the-way place to stay, leaving you and the child to eat and settle in while he went to scout the bounty’s location for the next day’s work.
As the child’s fussing gains momentum, you hustle to the small sink in the corner of the room.
“We’ll wash your face and go straight to bed,” you promise him, letting the water warm before wetting a cloth and wringing it out thoroughly.
In the mirror, your own face looks as exhausted as he obviously feels. The bed in question is little more than a pallet with a mattress and some blankets, but it might as well be a royal welcome at this stage of the game.
Despite your gentleness, the baby erupts in an indignant whine as you wipe the cloth over his face and ears. “I know, little love,” you soothe while he struggles in protest. “Almost done.”
He quiets when you scoop him up into your arms, pressing a kiss to his fuzzy head. You hum bits of a song from your childhood, rocking him from side to side, and his little face crumples with a yawn. His tiny fingers curl into the fabric of your tunic and his head goes heavy on your shoulder, but still he fidgets, making pathetic little sounds in the direction of the door.
“I know,” you murmur again, still swaying on the spot. “He’ll be back soon.”
You’ve grown to love the child and you know he’s fond of you, but as far as he’s concerned Din is the one who hangs the stars in the sky. He’s always a little agitated when his father is out of sight, and truth be told, so are you.
“I know what we can do,” you say. “Let’s make a plate for your buir for when he comes back. Don’t you think that’ll be nice for him?”
Neither you nor Din are sure how much the child actually understands, but you don’t let it stop you talking to him. If nothing else it makes you feel a little less alone in the long hours when Din is hunting his quarries.
His drooping ears twitch upward with this suggestion. He watches with interest as you lay a plate with some of the fresh fruit, bread, and stewed meat Din bought from the innkeeper for your supper.
“There we go. Now then, bedtime for little ones.”
You turn to survey the sleeping area with a stab of nerves. The minuscule size of the room isn’t a challenge -- the Razor Crest has made you an expert in living in small spaces -- but the lone bed is a wrinkle you hadn’t expected.
Din, ever pragmatic, had been quick to point out that it was plenty big enough for the three of you, and it was only one night. He was right, of course.
Still, you’d never been so grateful for dim lighting, sure that your secret longing for the Mandalorian was written plainly on your flustered face.
You couldn’t have said exactly when your feelings for Din Djarin had strayed into dangerous territory. Somewhere in the months of traveling with him, caring for his child, helping maintain his ship, reminding him to eat, and tending the worst of his wounds your initial wariness turned to admiration, admiration to fondness, and fondness to something alarmingly like love.
It’s a fool’s errand.
For all his kindness to you Din is an island of a man, set apart from the world in his shell of beskar and the even more unyielding armor of his creed. Even if his heart is big enough to encompass the child, you don’t dare to hope there’s room for you too.
And now this bed -- this one kriffing bed -- sits there mocking you and all your silly fantasies of you and Din and the child being a real family, bound together by love instead of convenience.
You turn off the light overhead, leaving only the small, sickly lamp at the table to light Din’s way to his supper.
The mattress is clean and the blankets are a bit threadbare but soft, and the baby only has the energy to grumble a little when you lay him down on the side closest to the wall and tuck the thickest of them around him. Yawning widely, he stretches out a hand toward you, fingers grabbing at the air.
The gesture warms your weary heart.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
You lie down beside him and face away from the table, mindful that Din will need privacy to eat. The little body shuffles closer to you, curling into your shoulder, and a surge of fierce affection pricks your eyes with tears. You wrap your arm around the baby to hold him close as the full brunt of the long day overtakes you.
“Good night, little love,” you say around a yawn, just as your eyes fall closed.
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You wake with a start. The windowless room is pitch black, and in the absence of any landmarks your brain races to orient itself.
At your back, the child’s soft, snuffling breaths. A well-worn blanket draped over you and a slightly lumpy mattress beneath.
The inn, you remember in a flash.
At your front...something warm and broad and solid. You’ve nestled into it in your sleep, one arm thrown over it, your hand grasping soft fabric. A familiar, comforting scent surrounds you, a scent you cherish from laundry days and the cramped quarters of a small ship.
Oh, Maker.
You clearly slept through Din coming back and getting into bed, and now you’re wrapped around him like a second set of clothes. The rush of blood into your cheeks flames so hot you worry he must feel it through the base layers he’s wearing to sleep.
Shrinking into yourself, you begin to pull away, as stealthily as you can. If you can just get back to your own side of the bed and brazen it out in the morning, maybe he’ll never be the wiser.
Slowly, so slowly, you release the handful of his shirt you’re holding and move your arm from where it’s resting across his chest...
In the darkness, a hand encircles your wrist.
Oh, Maker.
You’ve watched Din wrestle enough uncooperative bounties into the carbonite chamber to know you’re not getting away from him if he doesn’t want you to. But his grip on your wrist is light, gentle. His thumb rests on the place where your pulse is fluttering like a trapped bird, whether from embarrassment or his closeness you’re not entirely sure.
“Din.” It comes out barely a whisper, sabotaged by the sudden dryness of your mouth. You swallow hard and try again. “Din, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s all right.”
His voice is a revelation. Free of the modulator’s rasp, it’s warmer, richer, somehow softer and more resonant at the same time. You’ve never even been in the same room with him when he has his helmet off, and the realization that he’s right there, a breath away, is dizzying.
Silence stretches before he speaks again, more quietly. “It’s...nice.”
Your brain fails you entirely. “Oh.”
You search desperately for something more intelligent to say, but his thumb is drawing feather-light circles over the soft skin of your wrist and your pulse is thundering in your ears. Those touches, so delicate from a man so strong, blur your thoughts like liquor and drag a confession from your lips before you can bite it back. “I’ve always wanted to hold you.”
You wait, blessing the darkness that swallows your shame, and hope he’s not going to tell you to pack your things and find a job in this bleak little skug hole for when he leaves you behind.
Instead, you feel the mattress shift and know he’s turned toward you.
The sudden fear of breaking Din’s creed is overwhelming, even in the dark. Instinct has you squeezing your eyes shut so tightly that white specks float behind your eyelids.
“I can’t see you,” you say quickly. “I promise.”
“I know.”
His thumb moves from your wrist across your palm, uncurling your fingers to map each one in turn, trailing up to the tips and back down again. You wonder how long it’s been since he’s touched anyone’s bare skin.
He sighs, which is nothing new, but this one doesn’t sound exasperated. It sounds almost...content. “Mesh’la,” he murmurs. “Beautiful girl. I thought so the first time I saw you.”
You’re overcome with a wild, childish urge to pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.
His praise gives you a rush of courage to ask for something you’ve only dreamed of. “Din...can I touch you? Is it allowed?”
His only answer is to cradle your hand in his, bringing it to rest on his cheek.
Stubble prickles your palm as your fingers slowly trace his scruffy jawline and the thick column of his neck, savoring the feel of him. His hair is soft, long enough to curl at its nape, and when you comb your fingers through the tousled strands he makes a low, strangled sound in the back of his throat. It reverberates through your body like a bell, making your head swim with the thrill of affecting him.
You only just resist the urge to suck a mark into the spot where his pulse races under his warm skin.
Your greedy hands move on to discover a strong brow and the curved bridge of a prominent nose. A mustache frames lips that are more plush than you imagined, a note of sensuality in an angular, warrior’s face.
“Can you tell me what color your eyes are?” you ask, fingertips traveling over his cheekbone.
“Brown.”
Brown. You see them in your mind’s eye, soft and dark, expressing all the things he doesn’t say out loud. Stroking his lower lip, you repeat his own word back to him: “Mesh’la.”
Din’s mouth twitches under your fingers. “You can’t see me.”
He has no idea. His body warming yours and the sweetness of his voice calling you beautiful is everything you’ve ever wanted and thought yourself unworthy of having, and he thinks you’re only talking about his face.
You cup his cheek, smile at him, even though he can’t see it. “I don’t need to, Din. I just know it. I always have.”
“You’re so good to me.” His hand catches yours in his large one, his voice rough with some nameless emotion. “To me, and the baby. All the time.”
“You deserve everything good,” you whisper past the lump in your throat.
He’s caressing your hand again, holding it in place to press his lips to the pad of your thumb. “I want to kiss you, cyare.”
Your exhale is somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Please.”
His hand moves to cradle your head as he closes the distance between you. If you were expecting him to pounce, you’re completely unprepared for him to linger, breath hovering over your lips for a long, agonizing moment as he brushes his nose over yours.
You’re almost startled by the first touch of his lips, a little chapped but warm and lush. His mustache is softer than you thought it would be, and so are his kisses, a series of slow, gentle presses of his mouth. Like he wants to do with his lips what you’ve done with your hands, sketching and learning.
It’s only when you slide your hand into his hair again that something inside him breaks. His arm snakes around your waist, holding you to the refuge of his broad chest as he slants his mouth over yours, claiming you in earnest. He’s possessive and tender in equal measure and the tease of his tongue against yours, his teeth nipping your lower lip, the span of his hand on your back has you drunk on him and whispering his name between kisses like a prayer.
...Apparently not quietly enough.
A little hand scrabbling at your shoulder blade brings you out of your haze. As you pull away from Din the baby is climbing over you as quickly as his short limbs will let him. He wedges himself between the two of you with a delighted coo at Din, hands flailing to find his father’s face.
Din heaves a sigh, but there’s no malice in it. “I’m here, ad’ika,” he says, with unmistakable fondness. “We’re all here.”
You can’t stifle a breathless laugh as the baby snuggles into Din’s arms, making himself comfortable for the night.
Your Mandalorian surrenders good-naturedly, wrapping an arm around you with the child tucked safely in the middle. He presses a kiss to your forehead before settling on the pillow beside you. “Sleep, cyare.”
Drowsiness is already fuzzing the edges of your mind again, but it catches on the word he’s said twice now. “What does that mean?” you murmur. “Cyare?”
You feel him smile against your temple, one last brush of his lips. “Share my bunk tomorrow night, and I’ll tell you.”
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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Pt. 4
Click here for other parts. Part 5
Warning: This shit gets intense. Not smut but like character almost dies. Be prepared. Dabi’s alpha really comes out in this one. He angry boi.
Word Count: Just under 2.5 K
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You woke up from your nap, your neck stiff, to the annoying sound of Dabi’s phone going off for what you were pretty sure was the third time in five minutes. Whoever was trying to contact him really wanted his attention, and he wasn’t giving it to them.
Instead you watched with wide eyes as the annoyed villain gave another meaning to burner phone, watching the melting plastic drip onto the floor, holding it from the top of the phone so not to get the melted plastic on himself. He was sitting up on the bed and looked absolutely done with whatever was going on with that phone. Running his hands over his face pulling his skin with a deep sigh before he noticed you watching, replacing his expression with a smirk as he pulled out a cigarette lighting it with his finger and placing it between his lips before leaning back against his forearms.
“Good morning, Princess. Well I guess I should say good night.” The shadows on his face being exaggerated by the lamp next to his bed by his cigarette tray. He was just in an old tattered wife beater at this point, the hoodie piled up on the corner of his bed like he was using it as a pillow. It was only then that you noticed his singular pillow was tucked between you and the armrest of the chair you were in, and the furry blanket draped across your body. You could help but sniff it, shocked that it smelled brand new and unscented. For some reason you pouted at that. Which he didn’t miss.
“H- ahem… How long was I out?” You’re throat was dry making your voice scratchy and you were silently grateful when he reached out to you, handing you an unopened water bottle.
He hummed thoughtfully to himself glancing at the window, blowing out a puff of smoke that started to collect in the air. “Maybe five hours? I tried to get you to move to the bed and stretch out but you’re pretty mean when you’re asleep”
“I’ve been told that before,” You stood up out of the chair, letting yourself stretch out and folding the blanket up neatly on the chair, pretending like you didn’t care about it, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could feel the eyes of the alpha in front of you drag along your body, slowly taking in what was before him. There was nothing you could do to stop him, and after your nap your omega was starting to wake up and was enjoying the stares for once. It did feel kind of nice that someone thought of you like that, like you were something worth looking at. You tried not to dwell on it. Instead you located the snack bag, riffling through it to locate something to eat, the alpha next to you as he continued to puff smoke out like an angry dragon, making lazy circles in the air.
Finally, after some deliberation, you picked out a candy bar, turning and leaning against the dresser facing the door and opening it. Your stomach ready for food, your foggy brain, however, was not prepared for the door in front of you to collapse suddenly in ash, the number one villain in Japan standing behind it, five fingers up where the previously standing door was, rage in his blood red eyes. The stench that enveloped the room could not be mistaken for anything other than a very angry and pissed off alpha.
Dabi reacted quicker than you, jumping up in between you and the offending alpha with a snarl ripping through his throat.
“What is this? Playing hooky with some dumb useless omega? Can’t keep it in your pants, Dabi, long enough to answer my calls?” The tall and lanky blue haired alpha stepped into the room menacingly, and while Dabi was easily bigger than he was, you knew that the other alpha outranked him. That he was more dangerous.
“Get out, she’s mine.” The smell in the air was choking you as the two alphas pumped out enough pheromones to coat the entire block, along with the smoke emitting from Dabi’s body, his temperature rising and blue flames appearing in one of his hands threateningly. Your omega let out a loud chirp realizing the situation. You were in a very small flammable room, with two pissed off and very dangerous alphas. That were about to fight because of you. And you had dropped your candy bar.
Shigaraki moved first, he reached for you, but Dabi reacted faster, grabbing your wrist and spinning you behind him the opposite way past Shigaraki, thrusting his enflamed hand out towards the alpha, essentially switching your places, the lamp providing the only light in the room other than the light from the hallway outside being dusted in the process, Shigaraki hissing in pain at being touched by Dabi’s fire before he started laughing maniacally. You could smell the fear coming off of yourself as you stepped back into the door frame. You realized this was it, you could run. But you weren’t sure you would get very far. You hesitated not sure what to do, your omega chirping wildly as you searched for an answer.
Dabi continued his onslaught of fire, burning scorch marks into the walls as the blue haired alpha dodged. An annoyed hiss leaving his lips. “Kurogiri!”
Shigaraki moved again, this time disappearing into a black mist that appeared in front of him. You could hear Dabi snarl out whipping around to grab you, but he was too late. Four fingers were wrapped around your throat from behind you, and you could smell the distinct scent of ash and decay radiating off of the alpha that had you trapped. The room went silent other than your whimpers that you couldn’t control. You had heard very little about Shigaraki, but after the USJ incident, Shoto had talked about the villain who could dust anything or anyone with just a touch of five fingers. At the time you had thought the villain was scary. With how shaken up Shoto was you thought you understood what he was trying to explain. But being here, in this moment, with your life just a finger from ending, you truly understood the extent of the fear that those kids had gone through. You weren’t even sure if this villain’s quirk would work against you, but you didn’t want to test it.
“Maybe next time you’ll answer your phone instead of entertaining a stupid little omega whore.” You couldn’t even feel the tears streaming down your face, your voice had gone silent. You never smelled anything as sour as the fear radiating off of you. Not even when Endevor had engulfed you in fire for the first time when you were just a pup to test if your quirk would protect you.
“No! Please!” The look on Dabi’s face was heartbreaking. The sound of his voice cracking at seeing you like this, about to die due to his negligence, echoed around the room. The word ‘please’ ringing in your ear, almost as loud as your own roaring heartbeat.
For some reason, that word made Shigaraki pause, glancing with confusion to you behind your back, and for some reason, that brief second made you realize you didn’t want to die seeing Dabi with that look on his face, it reminded you so much of a look that another alpha had given you so long ago. So you did the only thing you could do in the moment to make him feel better.
Dabi doesn’t think he has ever heard a purr so heavenly. You sounded like an angel. Like a siren desperately calling him out to sea. He didn’t think he would ever listen to another purr again and enjoy it, with one noise you had ruined him. It was sad, scared, but beautiful and comforting and all at the same time, even with the current predicament you found yourself in. It was all that his alpha could do to return your purr with an attempt at a calming scent, one that he hadn’t emitted for a long time, and it was a shaky attempt at best, but your omega could still pick up on the change in the smell of the air. You closed your eyes, purring louder and focusing on that spicey warm smell of cinnamon, letting your mind wander back to the one of the last times you had smelled something so nice.
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“Leave her alone!” A growl came from the young red headed boy in front of you, he was getting closer and closer to presenting age and his secondary sex was growing stronger by the day. There was no doubt now that he would present as an alpha. Endevor was proud.
He was also annoyed at the pup’s disobedience.
Endevor shoved you to the ground, you chirping softly and curling in on your self as you looked up at the two males.
“You want me to leave her alone? Then prove to me that you can handle this. Do it Touya. I want you outside in five minutes, and you are going to get that move perfected or she becomes target practice.” Endevor turned to leave at that point, sending one more glare in your direction before muttering. “Prove to me there was a point in wasting the money on this runt.”
Immediately Touya dropped down in front of you, pulling you into his arms, checking you over for injuries.
“I’m fine… Touya I’m fine.” You pushed him off of you. For once in your life you were upset at him. Angry. And he couldn’t understand why.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have stopped him sooner. I just am too weak to over power him. I promise I’ll get stronger.”
“No! That’s not what I want! I just want you to be safe! Stop trying to prove that you can do this stupid move. Do you not see what it’s doing to you? Touya you are burning yourself up! You are going to end up hurt in a way that might not be fixable!” You stood up, brushing yourself off, ignoring the bruised pain where endevor had you held up by your throat. Ignoring the way your eyes your eyes burned with unshed tears. You couldn’t protect Touya if he was so worried about you all the time. You had to suck it up.
“Y/N,” Touya’s face looked completely torn. All he wanted to do was to be good enough for you, and if it meant hurting himself just a little he would do it.
“I have to Y/N… I have to get stronger, to be able to protect you.”
He pulled you back into his arms, placing soft little kisses to your cheeks, releasing the calming scent of cinnamon that he knew you liked so much. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe. He wouldn’t let you cry anymore. He would do whatever it took to protect you. To give you the life you deserved.
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You threw yourself into Dabi’s arms, a sob leaving you lips the second that the fingers detached from your throat. He collected you into his grasp, hugging your face to his chest, lightly pressing his lips to the top of your head, petting your hair soothingly as he glared daggers at the other alpha who was watching in awed confusion, his fingers tearing at his neck with scratches.
“What the fuck is your problem?” He was angry. He was livid. He was going to kill him for scaring his precious omega.
You couldn’t help yourself, your omega wanted comfort, from the only person in the room that would give it to her. You leaned up on your tip toes and nuzzled gently against the alpha’s scent glands, inhaling the scent of cinnamon, smoke and whiskey, trying to calm yourself down. Earning a soft strangled sound from the alpha’s throat.
“Get out!” He wasn’t going to say it again, you were finally warming up to him and it was because you were terrified. He hated that it was in this situation but all he wanted to do was to make you feel better. All his alpha wanted to do was worship you.
The blue haired alpha was scratching his neck in thought, watching the exchange between the alpha and omega in front of him. He could tell she wasn’t bonded. Hell, she wasn’t even scented by him thoroughly it seemed, yet the alpha in front of him was acting like she was more than just some groupie he found to warm his bed. As far as he was aware, Dabi had never shown any interest in an omega other than to deal with his ruts, and they usually didn’t want anything to do with him after that, screaming profanities that could be heard throughout the compound that was the leagues base where most of them stayed. In fact, Shigaraki was pretty sure Dabi never brought anyone to his personal shithole of an apartment, always stating that he didn’t want them to stink up the place.
Dabi leaned down, running his nose against your scent glands in return, cooing softly in your ear that everything was okay. You were okay. He was going to kill him and that everything was okay and then the two of you could take a nap and relax and everything was going to be okay.
For some reason, the threat didn’t even phase you.
Finally, Shigaraki groaned in annoyance. His fingers stopping their itching as he turned to the beta Kurogiri, who you just now registered was there, mumbling something quietly to him before snapping at the couple in front of him.
“If you want to play house then do it on your own time. We have a mission to do.”
“I’m not leaving her unprotected” Dabi snarled back the tension in the room still thick, causing your omega to curl further into his arms until you were flush against him, your face hiding in his neck whimpering soft pleads for him to protect you. You knew within three seconds that you much rather cuddle up against the murderer in your arms than have to face the hand covered alpha that wanted to rule the world.
“Fine, fine. Then bring your pet. I don’t care.” Shigaraki turned and slipped into the black mist that was Kurogiri’s portal, another one appearing underneath you and Dabi, swallowing you whole as you let out distressed chirps.
#bnha omegaverse#alpha dabi#omega reader#bnha#mha#mha omegaverse#dabi is a todoroki#dabi is touya#dabi#dabi x y/n#dabi x female reader#dabi x you#dabi x reader#crispy
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weasley family christmas photos // fred weasley
masterlist!
a/n: i got a jolt of christmas spirit! i compiled a list of hp characters that i get the most requests for and i will be making as many little christmas imagines as i can! next up is draco and then george! a couple more after that, too! merry christmas and happy holidays <333
summary: You’re included on the traditional Weasley family Christmas pictures.
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You fidgeted nervously in your outfit, hoping it would be approved by Mrs. Weasley for her Christmas pictures.
You spent longer than you would like to admit trying to pick an outfit, silently wishing you were back at school with Fred to ease your worries. You had always wanted to be liked by the Weasley’s, and Fred always reassured you that they did love you, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous.
The Weasleys were always so nice and warm, and they were closer than any other family you knew. You had nearly thrown up from nerves when Fred first took you to the burrow.
Here you were now, about to use the Floo network to go to the Weasley’s for Christmas photos. You laughed in Fred’s face when he told you that Molly wanted you in their pictures this year, thinking he was playing some prank. His face didn’t fall, though, and he insisted he wasn’t joking.
Your fireplace erupted in green flames and soon you were stepping out into the small and cozy living room of the burrow. Sound filled your ears before you noticed anything else, various shouts sounding off throughout the house.
“MUM! I can’t bloody find it!” Ron shouted from three floors up.
“Don’t you use that language in this house!” Arthur shouted back, huffing and shrugging out of his ministry robes. He had just gotten home and was halfway up the stairs before he even noticed you. He gave you a strained and stressed smile and trudged upwards.
“Check your laundry!” Molly shouted to Ron from somewhere upstairs.
Ginny pushed past her father and stumbled down the stairs, a piece of toast balancing between her teeth as she held one shoe in her left hand.
“Hi, Y/n!” she said when she saw you finally emerging from the fireplace.
“Hey, Gin,” you said sheepishly, not sure where to stand so you were least in the way.
“I know you just got here but,” Ginny looked around the room, moving her toast to her right hand, “have you seen my other shoe?”
You looked around, not seeing it, and shook your head at her. She groaned and put the one shoe on her foot, hobbling out to the garden to look there. You smiled at her back as she went.
“My God! You’d think I didn’t have this planned for months!” Molly tutted as she finally came down the stairs, arms full of two laundry baskets stuffed with clothes.
You swallowed, wondering if you should make it known you were there or wait for her to notice. You had come right on time, making sure of it.
Molly seemed to notice you before you could make up your mind.
“Oh my!” she jumped, nearly dropping the baskets, “I hadn’t realized you were here yet, dear, come in, come in.”
She ushered you to the table, forcing your shoulders down to sit. You noticed she and Ginny had both been wearing sweaters with their initials on them.
Molly was rushing back to the baskets, then she looked up at you again, as if she was noticing something for the first time.
“Here, darling,” she said, pulling something from the folded pile in the basket and tossing it at you.
Ron and Harry were racing down the stairs now, both clad in matching sweaters, and Molly tugged them over to her by their collars as you looked down at your hands.
It was a sweater like theirs. It had your initials on them, and it was your favorite color. You looked up, noticing Ron’s maroon one and Harry’s blue one. Molly’s was a deep grey and Ginny’s had been purple.
You tugged it on over your head, deciding it would be easier than actually changing and occupying one of the obviously needed rooms.
“Hey, Y/n,” Ron grumbled as his mother was holding onto his sleeve with one firm hand and the other was in Harry’s hair attempting to smooth it down.
“Hey,” you felt yourself relaxing, letting a small smile settle on your face as you watched Molly’s hands fail at taming Harry’s hair.
“Fred rope you in for family pictures, did he?” Ron joked, tugging his sleeve away from his mother. Molly didn’t seem to mind, only letting her newly free hand settle into Harry’s hair as well.
“Ronald! Y/n is here because Harry is here,” Molly scolded, smiling fondly at Harry and then looking over her shoulder to give the same smile to you.
It wasn’t explicitly said, but you knew how important Harry was to the Weasleys. You knew they treated him like family because he was like family to them. Molly had said you were just as much family as Harry. The thought warmed your heart and you couldn’t find it in your restless legs to sit back down at the table.
“Would you like some tea?” Molly asked you, giving up on Harry’s hair and letting him run off with Ron to find Ginny in the garden.
“Oh, no thank you,” you rushed, not wanting Molly to have another thing on her plate, “is there anything I can help with?”
“You’re sweet, dear,” Molly lightly pinched your cheek and rested her palm against it, smiling widely and shaking her head, “all that’s left to do is wait for everyone to come down.”
As if on cue, Fred and George came down the rickety stairs like they were unaware of the chaos in the house.
“Y/n!” George shouted upon seeing you, rushing over and beating Fred for a hug. He picked you up and spun you around, nearly making your legs hit the table. When he put you down, his fingers pulled the bottom of the sweater, stretching it out and getting a good look at it.
“Isn’t that adorable?” he teased, releasing the sweater and walking to the back door where Harry, Ginny, and Ron had gone through.
You were still giggling when Fred came from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He bent over you, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. He nosed at your hair, pushing it away until his lips were on your bare skin.
You leaned against him, making his body curve even more like a cave around you. He breathed in deeply, tickling your neck and making you squirm in his hold. He spun you around to face him, smiling even wider at your smile.
“Sorry,” he said, dipping his head down to your height and lowering his voice so only you could hear him, “they’re a bit crazy.”
You took advantage of his lowered head and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him the short distance from your lips. You kissed him briefly and sweetly, your smile barely leaving as you met. His lips chased yours once you pulled away, and you would have given into his chase had it not been for Mrs. Weasley.
“Get in this house!” she called from where she leaned out of a window in the kitchen, then coming back into the house she went to the stairs and yelled again, “Get down here!”
Everyone was lined up in the living room almost immediately, adjusting and fidgeting as Molly was retrieving Arthur’s camera from the shed.
“Is yours itchy too?” Ron moaned, stretching his collar out.
“No,” Harry said simply, pulling his sleeves over his hands and seeming to look as comfortable as possible.
Ginny had found her other shoe, occupied with scraping the dirt off the sides from where it had been nearly buried in the garden.
“How long is this going to take? I have letters to respond to,” Percy groaned, straitening the collar of the button-down shirt he wore under his sweater.
“Shove it, Perc,” George teased, his tone light and airy and entirely family-like.
Molly was back, her hands maneuvering everyone to their assigned spots and taking steps back every once and a while to make sure it looked okay. She had the most wonderful Christmas tree in the corner, short and squat and covered in handmade ornaments and bright lights. Everyone stood in front of the tree, George on one end, next to Fred, who you were strategically placed in front of, then Ron and Harry, then Ginny, and finally Molly and Arthur at the other end.
Molly set up the camera, handing Arthur his wand as she settled into her place. At the last minute, Fred put his hands on your hips and brought you close to him, letting his arms linger as his father waved his wand and the camera took the picture. The flash was bright and there was a collective wince afterward. Molly ordered a few more to be taken, and you barely convinced Fred to let you take one without his hands on you in some way.
Pictures were done, and everyone milled around the living room as Molly and Arthur moved the camera. Ron and Harry talked about Quidditch, Fred and Percy were in an argument about the rules of Quidditch, and you, Ginny, and George were comparing sweaters.
“They’re not identical!” George said to Ginny, pointing at the minute differences between his ‘G’ and hers.
“They practically are,” Ginny rolled her eyes, shoving George’s hands away as he poked at her stomach,
“Well, Y/n’s is much better than all of ours. Hers and Harry’s,” Harry perked up at his name coming from George, coming over to join the conversation as Ginny and George chuckled.
“They totally are!” Ginny agreed, shoving Harry next to you so you stood side by side and they looked at both your sweaters.
You pulled yours down, looking at it. You looked at Harry’s, then at George’s and Ginny’s. Yours didn’t exactly look better, just newer.
Still, everyone was laughing and joining in on the conversation, teasing you and Harry for your better sweaters.
Molly and Arthur ended the conversation, Arthur taking the camera back to the shed and Molly bringing out tea for everyone. Arthur was back by the time Molly had handed out the last cup.
“A toast!” Arthur called jovially over his children, raising his mug of tea, “to a wonderful Christmas.”
Everyone lifted their mugs of tea, toasting to a wonderful Christmas.
#fred#weasley#fred weasley#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley fanfic#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x you#weasley family#weasleys#christmas with the weasleys#christmas imagine#harry potter#hp
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always be mine (and I will always be yours): a tarlos fic
“Do you smell that?” Carlos freezes, sniffs a couple of times before his face, too, falls. “Smoke.” TK nods and begins looking around, Carlos following his lead. The store isn’t that crowded, but there are a few people around, some who haven’t noticed the smell, yet. “We need to get people out,” TK says, jumping into first responder mode. “Yeah.”
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Carlos and TK’s first shared day off in what seemed like forever is turned upside down when a fire erupts in a store while they're shopping, threatening to tear them apart and prematurely end their future together.
for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + bleeding through the bandages
major character injury, hurt carlos reyes, worried tk strand, established relationship, angst, whump, blood, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddles, kisses, angst with a happy ending
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“Hey, ‘Los. What do you think of these?”
Carlos turns to look in TK’s direction, his eyes studying the light grey plate the younger man is holding up to show him.
“I think it would look nice with the dark grey set we use,” TK continues. “It would be a good contrast using the same color.”
Carlos nods after a moment of consideration. “Yeah, I think so, too. I like it.”
It’s Carlos and TK’s first shared day off in the past few weeks. They had planned the entire day upon finding that out, starting with sleeping in later than usual, a late breakfast, some shopping for the condo and then having a meal with Carlos’s parents.
They are currently shopping for a few things at an open mall. Ever since TK had moved in with Carlos, they had put effort into making the condo theirs and for it to also reflect TK and his personality. The best way to go about doing that was to go out and see what caught TK’s attention and making a home for those items.
“There’s still a lot to see, though,” TK says, looking in further down the aisle he was standing at the beginning of. “I like these, but let’s keep looking. We might find something better.”
Carlos walks over and extends his arm towards TK, and TK wastes no time in linking their fingers together. They walk hand in hand through the aisle, then the next and the next. They didn't really have a to-buy list with them, they were scouting more than anything and seeing what they stumbled upon and caught their attention. They both agree that that is the best way to find exactly what they’re searching for.
Carlos was enjoying this, his favorite time is any time spent with TK, but in this setting, he adores how excited TK would get over something his eyes catches or if he finds something interesting. But Carlos himself was also very interested in and excited about a particular section of the store: the cooking and baking equipment.
He couldn’t wait to reach it, already eager to find out if there are any new models or new appliances he could use in the kitchen. And his mother’s birthday is coming up soon, too, and he’s been cataloging the appliances at his parents’ house to figure out if he could get her a new one, too, knowing she’ll love it.
Carlos is brought back from his thoughts by yet another excited squeal from TK as the paramedic rushes in the direction of the towels and linens section. Carlos chuckles and follows him, knowing how much TK loves and appreciates a good soft towel or silky smooth sheets.
“They’re so soft!” TK tells Carlos, running his hand over a displayed towel. “And these sheets!” He moves to the other side, admiring the bedsheets.
Carlos has to admit, they do feel pretty amazing. And the colors would fit right in with their bathroom and bedroom.
TK looks at Carlos. “I’ve made up my mind, new towels and sheets.”
“Okay, then,” Carlos nods.
If new towels and bedsheets will make the condo feel more like home for TK, then they will get all the towels and sheets TK’s heart desires.
Their conversation is cut short when TK frowns, turning around and narrowing his eyes.
“What is it?” Carlos asks, immediately noticing the change in TK’s posture.
“Do you smell that?”
Carlos freezes, sniffs a couple of times before his face, too, falls. “Smoke.”
TK nods and begins looking around, Carlos following his lead.
The store isn’t that crowded, but there are a few people around, some who haven’t noticed the smell, yet.
“We need to get people out,” TK says, jumping into first responder mode.
“Yeah.”
The alarm goes off just as they start grabbing people’s attentions. Together, they usher them out with the help of the green lit signs.
TK and Carlos share a concerned look when they both realize that the smoke is getting heavier and more evident as they make their way towards the exit.
And then TK spots it, the dancing red and orange flames coming from the corner of the store, getting bigger and bigger by each passing second, feeding on the oxygen in the closed space. He could also see a few silhouettes near the fire, who may need help.
“There’s still people near the fire,” TK yells over to Carlos, pointing in the direction of the flames. “Get everyone out, I’ll go for them and meet you outside.”
But Carlos is shaking his head. “I’m not leaving you.”
Carlos’s tone leaves no room for argument, and TK knows they don’t even have time for any arguments. TK turns to a young man in the crowd.
“Make sure everyone is out, don’t stop for anything,” he instructs him.
The man nods and continues helping people out.
“Here,” Carlos pushes something into TK’s hands.
He looks down to see one of the towels he was admiring earlier and finds Carlos covering his own mouth and nose with one himself.
The irony doesn’t escape him.
TK nods. “Thanks.” He lifts the towel to his face, the promise of softness and comfort that came hand in hand with this towel shifts and its purpose is now a shield for protection instead.
The heat gets worse the closer they get to the people in the fire vicinity, and Carlos can feel the sweat running down his neck and back. The thick smoke makes it almost impossible to see straight and the officer does his best to keep TK in his direct line of sight.
“Hey, we’re here to help!” TK yells when he’s in earshot.
“It’s so hard to see,” a woman’s voice speaks. “The smoke…”
“I know, just follow my voice,” TK guides her. He eventually gets to her and points her in the direction of the exit. “Is there anyone else here?”
She nods. “Two more.”
“TK, over here!”
Once he’s sure she’s moving in the right direction, TK turns his attention to where Carlos’s voice is coming from. He finds Carlos standing, supporting a man by carrying his weight with an arm draped over his shoulder.
“You alright?” Carlos asks.
“Yeah, thanks,” the man nods.
“There’s another person,” TK points out, looking around and trying to see through the smoke.
The fire is growing at an alarming rate, TK’s firefighter instincts scream that they need to get out of there right this moment.
“Can anyone hear me?” TK tries, hoping his voice carries over the fire.
A figure emerges near a door with a sign that reads Changing Rooms.
“Good, good!” TK says as the other man approaches them, covering his mouth and nose with a scarf. “We need to get out of here! This way!”
TK points the two men in the direction as they start moving, TK waits for Carlos so they’re close together, not risking losing him in all this smoke. With a final look around, TK gives him a nod and they start heading towards the exit.
An exploding sound originating near them sends Carlos and TK diving to the ground, covering their faces with their arms and curling their bodies where they landed. It’s over just as quickly as it started, it takes a moment for TK to shake it off, sitting up and wincing at the ringing in his ears. He takes a moment to refocus, eyes immediately searching for Carlos in the chaos.
He finds Carlos a few feet away from him, lying on his back. TK glances around and sees the floor around them littered with broken glass. Mindful of the sharp pieces, TK quickly crawls over to Carlos.
“Hey, Carlos. Are you okay?” TK asks, taking a quick survey of the other man but stops short when his eyes land on Carlos’s stomach.
He freezes, he even stops breathing for a few seconds. The sight makes TK’s own stomach twist and turn. Because no, no, no, this can’t be happening.
“TK,” Carlos groans through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Hey, hey, you’re okay, babe. You’re okay,” TK rushes to reassure Carlos, his voice shakier than he’d like.
“What…” Carlos begins but trails off, scrunching up his face in pain.
“A glass display exploded, and you have some glass embedded in your abdomen,” TK swallows. “I need you to stay calm and still. And stay awake, babe.”
TK looks up and not only is the fire much, much bigger but it’s getting closer to where Carlos is lying on the ground. He frantically looks around hoping to find help, but no one is in sight. And he doubts anyone can see them through the heavy grey cloud. They need to move, and Carlos is already losing a lot of blood. TK feels the panic start to bubble in his gut, but he pushes it down, willing his racing heart to calm down so he can help Carlos. So he can save him.
Taking a deep breath doesn’t really help, because it’s practically inhaling a handful of smoke but TK manages to regain some control anyway, his training kicking in. If anyone can get Carlos out, it’s him.
“I need to apply pressure, Carlos,” TK says over the raging fire, reaching for the towel Carlos was using before and pressing it hard against the officer’s stomach.
And once again, the towel is transformed from an item of indulgence to a lifeline for Carlos.
Carlos lets out a pained scream, rolling his head from side to side. TK watches in anguish as a tear rolls down the side of Carlos’s face.
“I know, I’m sorry, but we need to slow down this bleeding as much as we can until we get help.”
TK wraps his hand around Carlos’s wrist and guides the cop’s hand towards the wound, pushing it down there. “Keep holding it there.”
It’s hot, God, it’s so hot, TK feels the heat coursing through his body. His face feels so hot and his eyes are starting to burn. He zones out for a moment when his eyes land on the blood pooling beneath the love of his life. A crash behind them snaps him back to the moment.
“Can you stand up?” He asks Carlos.
“Don’t know.”
“It’s okay, I’m gonna help you. We need to get out of here. Trust me,” TK says and starts helping Carlos into a sitting position.
“I trust you with my life,” Carlos croaks.
“I got you. On three,” he takes hold of Carlos’s free arm and throws it over his shoulder. On the count of three, he get to his feet, helping Carlos up with him and supporting more of his weight.
“That’s it,” TK whispers. “One foot in front of the other.” He secures his hold on Carlos by wrapping his arm around Carlos’s waist and guiding them towards the exit.
He feels Carlos getting weaker in his grip, and notices his hold on the towel faltering, allowing for more blood to rush freely down his skin once more.
“Hey, Carlos, I need you to stay with me, baby,” TK tries, his voice wobbly and unsteady.
He can’t tell if Carlos heard that and he feels the fear begin to seize him. He feels helpless, momentarily at loss as he pretty much carries Carlos out of the burning store.
“Carlos, please…stay with me.”
Carlos manages to breathe out an mhm and TK tightens his hold on him, moving with purpose and precision as the fire continues roaring behind them.
After what feels like an eternity, TK sees the light.
“I need a first aid kit!” TK yells at the crowd gathered outside of the store. “Get me a first aid kit!”
The much-needed fresh air doesn’t do much in helping TK relax or calm down. He stops once they’re far enough from the entrance and with the help of another man, TK lowers Carlos to the ground.
“Hey, babe. You still with me?”
Carlos gives him a short nod.
TK discards the ruined piece of fabric and cotton to inspect the wound. He can see at least three shards of glass inside the wound, he can’t tell if they’ve hit any organs or nicked any veins, but the amount of blood Carlos has already lost is alarming. The officer’s entire left side is drenched in crimson, also staining the top of his jeans.
“You’re gonna be okay, ‘Los,” TK continues speaking, trying to keep Carlos awake. “Just stay with me. Focus on my voice.”
“Ty…” Carlos mumbles, his voice weak.
“I’m right here, baby.”
The first aid kit is opened when it lands next to TK and he doesn’t look in the direction of where it came. He grabs for a bandage, unwrapping it and hastily layering it in his palm before pressing it hard against Carlos’s abdomen.
Carlos gasps, his brown eyes opening wide and the rush of adrenaline seems to pump some energy through his body.
“Stay with me,” TK repeats.
“Guess…we won’t make dinner…with my parents,” Carlos pushes out.
TK lets out a wet chuckle. “Don’t worry about that, babe. We’ll have another dinner with them once you’re all fixed up and better.”
TK gulps, the bandage is filling up with blood way too quickly. There’s so much blood…Carlos’s blood. TK reaches for another bandage, holding it against Carlos’s stomach with his now-smeared fingers. His heart is hammering roughly against his ribcage and he attempts to draw in a few breaths but they come out in coughs.
“Ty, your chest,” Carlos stammers.
TK shakes his head. “I’m okay, it’s nothing serious.” And then the air around them is graced with the sound of incoming sirens.
“Do you hear that, babe? Help is almost here,” TK says, throwing the bloodied bandage aside and pressing yet another one to the wound.
He looks up from Carlos for the first time when he hears rapid footsteps approaching and a slight weight is lifted off his chest when he spots Marjan jogging towards them.
His team is here. It’s gonna be okay.
TK can pinpoint the moment Marjan’s eyes land on him and the split second it takes her to realize who she’s looking at. Her eyes go big very quickly and she breaks into a run towards them, already screaming for Tommy and Nancy.
“Captain Vega! Nancy! Over here!” She frantically waves the paramedics over.
“Hey, Marj,” TK breaths out, feeling a little deflated but his hands still applying pressure to Carlos’s stomach.
“Strand!” Tommy’s voice comes from behind as she and Nancy crouch next to them. “What happened?”
“A fire started, and then a glass display shattered and hit Carlos. There’s some glass shards lodged in his abdomen. He’s lost a lot of blood,” TK’s voice trembles as he explains.
Tommy nods, getting the equipment ready and Nancy works to take Carlos’s vitals.
“Hey, Carlos,” Tommy speaks in her calm and sweet tone. “How are you doing?”
“Okay…” Carlos whispers.
TK can feel the rest of the crew gather around them and he senses his dad standing right behind him. It’s confirmed when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and he knows it’s his father’s touch.
He looks up and sees Judd standing near. “I think everyone is out.”
TK hears Owen give orders while turning his attention back to Carlos. And under all the soot and black ash smudged on Carlos’s face, the officer is looking a lot paler than he did a minute ago.
TK’s heart shatters a little more and some pieces drop into his knees when he feels Carlos’s blood seep through the bandage and stick to his skin.
“He’s bleeding through all of the bandages,” TK’s voice breaks.
“TK, I know it’s hard but I’m going to need you to let go for a moment,” Tommy says.
TK vigorously shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t…he’ll bleed more. I can’t.”
“I need to see the damage. Here,” she hands TK a bigger and thicker piece of gauze. “To use the moment I’m done.”
Reluctantly, TK pulls back. He closes his eyes for a moment while Tommy inspects the wound and then he’s opening his eyes and pressing the gauze once she’s done.
“I don’t think the glass hit anything vital,” she reports.
“His sats are low, Cap,” Nancy speaks.
“TK, I need you to keep the pressure. We’re gonna move him now. Captain Strand, a hand.”
Together, Tommy, Nancy and Owen lift Carlos onto the stretcher while TK keeps his hold.
Owen gives TK’s shoulder a squeeze. “Keep us updated, son,” his voice is filled to the brim with worry and concern. “We’ll be by the hospital as soon as we can.”
TK nods and hops into the rig after they push Carlos inside. Tommy instantly gets to work, placing the oxygen mask over Carlos’s face and starts inserting an IV in Carlos’s arm. Nancy slams the doors and rushes to the driver’s seat, the siren blaring as the ambulance starts to move.
TK keeps the pressure with one hand and uses the other to hold one of Carlos’s, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
Carlos peels his eyelids open and finds TK’s face through the haze. TK’s very worried face.
“We…didn’t see the…kitchen appliances,” Carlos says, his voice partly muffled by the oxygen mask.
Another wet chuckle from TK. “I promise we’ll get all the new appliances you want.”
“My parents,” Carlos wheezes.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll handle it, save your energy,” TK replies.
“I love you, Ty,” Carlos whispers as his eyes begin to droop.
“I love you, too. You gotta stay awake for me, ‘Los.”
A gut-wrenching feeling takes over and TK refuses to believe that Carlos has just said goodbye, even as a lone tear slips out of his eye and rolls down his cheek.
The rest of the ride is stressful, with Carlos going in and out of consciousness.
The ambulance doors are yanked open when the rig comes to halt in front of the hospital. Tommy gives the doctors and nurses a rundown of Carlos’s injury and vitals as they quickly move. TK jogs by the gurney, only letting his hand drop when he knows one of the nurses took over keeping the pressure.
The other nurse stands in front of TK, but he’s looking over her shoulder to where Carlos is being wheeled into the elevator.
The nurse gently takes hold of TK’s hand and drops something into it.
He looks down and sees a ring sitting in his palm. The silver ring he slipped onto Carlos’s finger just a couple of months ago.
“Hold onto it for him,” the nurse says.
But her voice is so far away now, muffled and distant. And it feels like TK’s suddenly under water as he begins to heave, the rest of the world fading away. He’s visibly shaking now, clutching the ring tightly in his fist. He can’t stop the sob that tears through his throat and out of his dried lips.
He feels Tommy’s hand come to rest on the small of his back as she leads him towards the chairs.
“Come on, TK.”
He lets her guide him and he drops harshly onto the plastic, his knuckles going white from the force of his hold on Carlos’s ring.
“Easy, easy,” Tommy soothes, slowly coaxing his fingers from digging into his palm.
TK opens his palm and looks at the ring again, the one thing on repeat going through his head that’s Carlos’s blood, that’s Carlos’s blood and TK feels sick to his stomach. He slips the ring into his pocket without a word.
“I…should call his parents,” TK speaks after a few minutes of silence. “I should…” he drops his head to look at his still-bloody hands.
Tommy nods, watching as TK gets up on unsteady legs and makes his way towards the bathroom first.
After scrubbing his hands clean, he steps outside of the ER. It’s hot and the atmosphere is stiff around him.
TK had lost track of time, but the sun still hanging high in the sky tells him it can’t be more than thirty minutes since the fire started, though it feels like that was a lifetime or two ago.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and takes a deep breath, touching a contact and dragging the phone up to his ear.
“Tyler,” Andrea picks up after the third ring, her voice cheery and joyful. “I’m just about to start making the food. Are you and Carlitos almost done with your errands?”
“Andrea,” TK manages to push past the lump in his throat, his voice uneven.
She immediately picks up on TK’s broken tone. “What is it?”
“Something happened.”
TK finds the waiting room where Tommy and Nancy are sitting a few minutes after ending the phone call with Andrea. He doesn’t know how he got through telling her the hellish events of the past hour without completely breaking down.
Shock, his mind supplies.
“His parents are on their way,” TK announces.
He’s not sure his legs can carry him any longer, the adrenaline beginning to wear off, so he unceremoniously falls backwards into a chair facing the door.
“We’ll wait until they get here,” Tommy decides. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
TK musters his best grateful smile to give to Tommy, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
The silence is heavy around them, TK’s nervous energy visible through the rapid bouncing of his leg. He’s leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs with his face buried in his hands. He gently tugs on his hair strands, needing to keep his hands busy.
He only looks up from the carpeted floor when he hears fast footsteps nearing the door, spotting Andrea and Gabriel rushing towards the room through the glass window.
TK gets to his feet just as they enter the room, and his head immediately drops. In this moment, TK wants to curl up in the corner and be invisible. It’s been eating at him since they arrived at the hospital, how he feels like this is all his fault. He should have pressed harder for Carlos to get out of that burning store while he still could have, because it he had gone, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. And now, facing Carlos’s parents, with the guilt racking and building in his bones with each passing second, he can’t bring himself to meet their worried gazes.
Andrea can tell TK’s breath hitches because she’s moving across the room and closing the distance between them in two strides.
“Breathe, Tyler, breathe,” she speaks, her voice low but still soothing as she wraps her arms around TK’s quivering body.
TK falls against Andrea, returning the embrace and he can’t help the sob that escapes his lips.
Andrea gently shushes him, a hand traveling up his back and settles against the back of his head where she cards her fingers through TK’s short hair.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” TK hiccups, the tears now running freely down his face and wetting Andrea’s shirt. “I tried, I tried…”
Not only is his guilt weighing him down, but Carlos’s ring in his pocket suddenly feels very heavy.
“Está bien, amor,” she reassures him. It’s okay, love.
TK stays in her arms for a few more moments, in her warmth, gathering his own strength and maybe even borrowing some of Andrea’s so he can keep standing.
He eventually pulls back with a sniffle, straightening his back and wiping away the fallen tears.
“There’s no reason to be sorry,” Andrea gives TK a small smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know in my heart you did everything you could to help our Carlitos.”
More tears pool in TK’s eyes and one streaks down his cheek when Gabriel reaches out, placing a hand on TK’s shoulder and giving him a squeeze there.
“What she said, mijo.”
TK is taken aback by how different Gabriel sounds. The Texas Ranger’s usually strong and proud voice sounds like it’s been shrunk, small and low. Gabriel looks deflated, too.
TK draws in a deep breath, giving them a nod before clearing his throat.
He turns to face Tommy and Nancy, who were watching the encounter with their own teary eyes.
“Gabriel, Andrea, this is my team, Captain Vega and Nancy,” TK introduces. “Guys, these are Carlos’s parents.”
Tommy and Nancy get up to their feet, Tommy extended a hand, shaking Gabriel’s and then Andrea’s.
“I’m so sorry we had to officially meet under these circumstances,” the Paramedic Captain speaks. “Carlos is young, strong and healthy and he’s in the best of hands.”
“Thank you, Captain,” Gabriel replies with a grateful tone.
“And you were right,” Tommy faces Andrea. “TK did everything right. I would even say he’s the one who saved Carlos’s life.”
TK closes his eyes and lets the words sink in. He opens them when he feels a hand on his back.
It’s Nancy. “Call if you need anything, Strand. I mean it.”
TK nods, giving her a hug. “Thanks, Nance.”
“And keep us updated, we’re all thinking of you. Both of you,” Tommy adds.
“Thanks, Cap.”
With quick goodbyes, Tommy and Nancy leave.
Andrea takes TK’s hand and leads him back towards the chairs where she sits between him and her husband.
TK pulls out his phone, staring at his lock screen wallpaper for a second, a selfie of him and Carlos, both of them wearing big smiles. He keeps his gaze on Carlos for a few more moment before unlocking it.
TK: [4:09 PM] Andrea and Gabriel are here, Tommy and Nancy just left. We haven't heard anything yet.
Owen’s reply comes immediately.
Owen: [4:09 PM] Send them my love until I get there. Only a couple of hours left for shift, I’ll be by as soon as I can.
TK: [4:10 PM] Thanks, dad.
Owen: [4:11 PM] The crew send their love and support, too.
Doctors and nurses keep walking passed the waiting room but none of them enter or seek the worried trio out. TK’s heart beats a little faster every time a doctor or nurse approaches the waiting room, but disappointment quickly sets in when they disappear as quickly as they appeared.
“Have you eaten anything?” Andrea asks after ten minutes of silence.
TK shakes his head. “Not since breakfast. I’m not really hungry, though.”
And this topic brings back a memory from earlier in the day, and TK lets out a bitter chuckle.
Andrea and Gabriel give him puzzled looks, clearly confused.
“No, it’s just,” TK starts with a shake of his head. “When Carlos was hurt, you know what he was worried about the most? That we were gonna miss dinner with you guys,” he voice fractures. “I told him not worry, that we’ll have another one once he’s better. But…he was worried about dinner.”
Andrea closes her eyes, pushing a tear down her face. “Yeah, that’s our Carlitos. He never wants to let anyone down.”
TK nods. “Now just the idea of food or eating, it just…” he stops with another head shake and starts fumbling with his hands.
“I understand but still, you need to eat something,” Andrea interjects. “You need to keep your energy and strength up to take care of him. You’re no good to Carlos if you collapse.”
TK doesn’t fight it because he knows she’s right.
She gets up, picking up her purse and throwing it over her shoulder. “Let me go see what’s there to eat around here.” And then she’s gone, leaving TK and Gabriel alone with their thoughts.
A few minutes in and the silence is too much for TK to handle.
“This is all my fault,” his voice slices through the atmosphere.
Gabriel looks at TK, his eyebrows creased together in question.
“Carlos getting hurt,” TK clarifies. “I should have insisted he leave with everyone else, instead of going with me towards the fire.”
Gabriel’s eyes widen a little in surprise. “You…went towards the fire?”
TK nods, swallowing and looking away from Gabriel’s eyes. “Some people were having a hard time finding their way out. And I knew there wasn’t much time left, I knew I had to go and help them. I told Carlos to leave with everybody else but he said he won’t leave me. I let it go because there wasn’t enough time to argue. But now…I can’t help but wonder if I had just taken two seconds to insist that he get to safety. I’m trained for this, he isn’t. He came along, and he got hurt.”
Gabriel’s eyes soften and he moves one chair over, now sitting in Andrea’s place. “TK, you and I both know that with or without training, Carlos would have never left you alone in that store.”
TK shakes his head. “He should have. He should have gotten out of there.”
“Answer me this,” Gabriel says. “If it were a reversed situation, and let’s say instead of a fire it was a robbery, would you have left Carlos alone, even if he told you to leave to get to safety?”
TK meets Gabriel’s eyes once again. “No,” he sighs, rolling his own ring in circles where it sits on his finger. “I wouldn’t leave him.”
Gabriel nods. “Even without police training, you wouldn’t have left his side. This is the exact same thing.”
TK draws in a shaky breath and lets it out slowly.
“This wasn’t your fault, TK,” Gabriel expresses, a hand going to the back of TK’s neck and giving him a reassuring squeeze and pat there.
TK feels the slightest weight lifted off his chest. The rest will be removed once he knows with certainty that Carlos is okay.
*****
Andrea had returned with a take out paper bag from a nearby Tex Mex food truck she had spotted on her quest to find food. She knew that the last thing TK needs would be hospital food, and remembering Carlos mentioning that TK loved burritos, she ordered a filling one for him.
He had gratefully accepted the food and ate in silence, taking one small bite after the other until he was crunching up the foil wrap and throwing it away.
He had to admit, eating did help him feel a little better.
However, his anxiety and worry have been increasing because it’s been over two hours and they haven’t heard anything about Carlos yet.
“TK!”
TK hears Owen before he sees him, he gets up just in time to see his dad striding into the waiting room, Judd hot on his heels, both in their civvies.
“Hey, dad,” TK sags a little, accepting the embrace Owen wraps him in.
They hug for a few moments before pulling back, and then Judd is placing a comforting hand on TK’s shoulder.
“You doin’ alright, brother?”
TK nods. “Hanging in there.”
“Have you heard anything yet?”
TK shakes his head, his eyes flooding with tears again as they land on the opened doorway.
After quick exchanges between Andrea, Gabriel, Owen and Judd (they’ve all grown closer since Carlos and TK’s engagement) the four of them take their seats while TK opts to pace around the small room instead, going back to rolling his ring between his fingers, a gesture he does when he’s nervous.
Carlos would always notice, and he’d reach out and cover TK’s hand with his own, wordlessly reassuring TK that he’s here and that TK isn’t alone.
And TK misses that, he misses Carlos’s touch. Misses his voice, his smile, his eyes. He misses Carlos and he feels that ache echo from his head to his toe.
“Did you find out what started the fire?” TK asks, looking at Owen, part of him needing to know.
Owen nods. “Electrical fire. It started with a spark and then quickly spread.”
TK nods slowly. “Carlos is going to be fine,” he whispers, more to himself than anything else. “He has to be.”
*****
After what feels like a lifetime and then some, a very exhausted looking doctor makes his way into the waiting room. In one beat, everyone is on their feet and TK exchanges a fast look with his dad before turning his attention back to the doctor.
TK finds himself shifting his weight from one foot to the other, slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Family of Carlos Reyes?”
“How’s our son?” Gabriel is the first to ask, clasping Andrea’s hand with his own.
“He made it through,” the doctor replies with a tired but genuine smile. “He’s going to be okay.”
A collective sigh rebounds off the walls and the tension in the room starts fading. But TK is still holding his breath, still cautious as he process the doctor’s words.
“The glass fragments didn’t hit anything vital and didn’t sever any veins or arteries. But the wound was deep and jagged, due to the irregular angle and high speed the pieces penetrated his abdomen, which made it a little complicated to repair. His blood pressure was lower than I liked for most of the surgery, because of how much blood he had already lost, but we got it under control and his numbers are now holding and stable,” the doctor explains.
“Gracias a Dios,” Andrea whispers, clutching her free hand over her heart. “When can we see him?”
“Shortly. He’s being settled into recovery right now. I have to limit visitors to two until he’s moved to a regular room.”
Gabriel extends his hand to shake the doctor’s. “Gracias, doctor.”
“You’re welcome,” the doctor smiles again. “He’s young and healthy, I expect him to make a full recovery. A nurse will come by to let you know once he’s ready for visitors.”
TK’s mind is still catching up with what the doctor had said, he sees him walk away but he doesn’t exactly register it.
“He’s okay?” TK turns to Owen, needing to hear it one more time to believe it.
Owen nods with a smile. “He’s okay, son.”
TK would have crashed to the ground if it weren’t for Owen’s fast reflexes in wrapping an arm around his son’s waist. Owen saw the second it happened, the second TK’s knees gave way and it was an instant later he was holding TK upright.
“Easy, TK, easy,” Owen guides him to sit. “Deep, even breaths.”
It takes a minute or two for TK to control his breathing and to steady his heart rate.
“That’s it, son, that’s it,” Owen runs a hand up and down TK’s back to help sooth him.
“Carlos is okay,” TK says out loud, finally believing it.
Carlos’s ring isn’t heavy in TK’s pocket anymore.
*****
Sitting by Carlos’s hospital bed is surreal.
There’s so much that doesn’t fit with the image TK has of Carlos in his mind, and his brain is working on processing the sight in front of him.
Yes, Carlos is calm, not nearly as fidgety as TK is, but still, the officer had little gestures here and there, little movements he would do that spoke volumes. It had taken TK a while to document them, but once he did, he would notice every time Carlos would scrunch up his nose or rub at his temple when he was focusing on something that was work related. How his eyes would move under closed lids when he was asleep. How he’d turn on his side, arm automatically reaching for TK and pulling him close. And there are more little things that spell Carlos so vividly and the absence of them in this moment breaks TK’s heart all that more.
He sighs, his red, swollen eyes moving to the heart monitor that tells him that Carlos’s heartbeat is strong and steady. TK is also glad to see that his fiancé had regained some color in his face, and that he was breathing on his own, all good and promising signs. But still, TK will only be fully satisfied when Carlos is awake and smiling at him.
It’s been nearly an hour since a nurse had informed them that Carlos was ready for visitors. TK had insisted that Andrea and Gabriel see Carlos first, and they stayed with their son for about thirty minutes before retreating back to the waiting room, eyes equally bloodshot.
Gabriel had patted TK’s back. Go be with your fiancé, he had told TK. And with a promise to visit the next day, he and Andrea left.
Owen and Judd had excused themselves, as well; Owen going to pack a bag for TK and Judd going home to Grace. Both men reminding TK to call or text if he needs anything or if a change happens.
“Hi, baby,” TK tightens his grasp on Carlos’s hand. “Your parents will be back tomorrow. Dad’s packing a bag for me for the night, and everyone sends their love and support. They all said they’ll visit in a couple of days, and I’m hoping you’ll be awake by then.”
The beeping monitor is all the response TK gets.
“I’m right here, ‘Los. Come back to me,” TK whispers as he runs his fingers through Carlos’s soft curls. The officer always did leave his curls a little loose on his days off, not applying much hair product to keep them in place. And TK adores Carlos’s curls.
He then gets up and plants a kiss to Carlos’s forehead.
It’s a restless night for TK. Between his worry and the nurses frequently checking on Carlos, he barely gets any sleep. He gives up right around dawn breaking, painting the sky in streaks of red, orange and yellow. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sits up in the cot that was set for him. A quick survey tells him that nothing has changed, and that sadly means that Carlos still hasn’t woken up. He gets to his feet and stretches, expelling the exhaustion from his bones as much as he could. A trip to the bathroom would help, his mind supplies.
After freshening up, he returns to Carlos’s side, brushing a kiss to the officer’s cheek.
“Good morning, babe.”
He looks up as the door is pushed open and a young nurse walks in.
“Oh, good morning,” she smiles at TK.
“Morning,” he gives a small smile in return.
“He’s doing good,” she notes, jotting down Carlos’s vitals in the clipboard hanging on the end of his bed. “The doctor is hopeful he’ll wake up today.”
“That’s great to hear,” TK replies. “I…really need him to wake up.”
She nods. “There’s a coffee station down the hall, you look like you need it,” she adds with empathy in her voice.
“Thanks,” TK lightly chuckles. And boy does he really need it.
TK hasn’t really let the full gravity of the past day’s events sink in. He wasn’t exactly bottling it up or ignoring it or running from it, part of him was still trying to wrap his mind around it. It had all happened so fast, and then everything was so incredibly slow, it caused TK’s mind to lag. It all felt like a haze, like he was trying to see through a fog.
And even now, with a cup of coffee in hand, watching the steady rise and fall of Carlos’s chest, TK feels like it’s an out of body experience. It hasn’t sunk in yet, and TK is praying that Carlos will be awake when it eventually does. Because he doesn’t want to—a part of him even thinks he can’t—deal with this alone. Dealing with the aftermath with Carlos here, awake, will make it a little easier, TK supposes.
The minutes and hours tick by, with no change from Carlos’s side. TK had grown agitated a few times and opted to walk around the room for a bit, even taking a quick stroll up and down the hallway a couple of times, to burn off some energy.
He’s back in the chair situated next to the bed, scrolling through and replying to texts he’d received. He’s sending a message to the 126 crew group chat when a small movement catches his eye. TK looks up, locking his phone and placing it on the nightstand.
He holds his breath, momentarily thinking his brain was playing a cruel trick on him when the movement happens again.
His phone pings but TK doesn’t dare to look away from Carlos’s face.
“Carlos? Baby, can you hear me?” He speaks, his voice is a little husky from not being used.
And then TK can cry, because Carlos’s head is slowly moving to the side and his eyes are gradually met by Carlos’s beautiful brown eyes.
“Oh my god,” TK breathes. “Hi, babe. Hi.”
“Ty,” Carlos croaks out, his voice hoarse.
“I’m right here, right here,” TK smiles and for the first time since they smelled smoke, TK can finally breathe.
And he also does cry, a tear rolling down his cheek as brown and green gaze into each other. But Carlos’s eyes are also a little clouded.
With all the strength he could muster, Carlos lifts his arm and cups TK’s cheek, wiping away the fallen tear with his thumb.
TK chuckles wetly and leans into Carlos’s touch. Oh, how much he’s missed it.
“‘m okay,” Carlos mumbles.
“Yeah,” TK nods. “Yeah, you are, babe.”
Carlos’s tongue darts out to lick his dry lips.
“Do you want some water?”
Carlos responds with a small nod.
TK grabs the water pitcher and pours some into a cup, placing it in front of Carlos and guiding the straw between his lips.
“Easy, babe. Slow sips,” TK says, holding the cup.
Once Carlos is done, TK returns the cup. He can tell Carlos is already exhausted by the way the officer’s eyes are beginning to droop shut. He can also tell that Carlos is fighting it.
“It’s okay, ‘Los,” TK reassures him. “Go back to sleep, your body needs it to heal. I’ll be right here when you wake up again.”
“Love you,” Carlos whispers, already halfway asleep.
“And I love you,” TK replies, pressing a kiss to Carlos’s knuckles.
***** Carlos wakes up again a few hours later, more coherent and alert. Stronger, too.
TK’s watching him when he opens his eyes, blinks a few times and settles on the paramedic’s face, that quickly splits into a grin.
“Welcome back, again,” TK squeezes Carlos’s hand.
TK’s words take a moment to sink in for Carlos, and he’s frowning once they do. “Again?”
TK nods. “You woke up a few hours ago. You don’t remember?”
Carlos tries to focus, he remembers seeing TK, but…
“I remember seeing your face, but I thought I was dreaming,” Carlos eventually replies.
“No, baby, it wasn’t a dream. You woke up for a minute and then slept again,” he gives Carlos’s hand a squeeze. “The doctor said that was perfectly normal, that your body needed more time to heal, from the injury and the toll of the surgery.”
“How bad is it?” Carlos asks once he’s gathered enough strength again. He could still feel the ghost of the towel pressing into his side.
TK swallows, a hand going to cup Carlos’s cheek. “You lost a lot of blood, that was the biggest concern. But nothing vital was damaged, the wound itself was irregular because of the angle and speed of the glass shards, so it was a little complicated to fix but they did it. And you’re going to be just fine, with some time off work and a lot of love from me,” he ends with dropping a kiss to Carlos’s forehead.
“I’ll be back on my feet in no time.”
“Yeah,” TK nods. “I know.”
“I’m sorry I scared you, I really didn’t mean to,” Carlos says, knowing exactly what’s on TK’s mind. “It all happened so fast and…”
“I know, babe,” TK reassures him. “I just wish that—”
“No,” Carlos interrupts. “Don’t go there, babe. This wasn’t your fault.”
TK blows out a sigh, dropping his eyes to Carlos’s stomach, where he knows there’s a large piece of gauze covering his side under the blankets and hospital gown.
“Hey, Ty, look at me,” Carlos pleads.
Slowly, TK lifts his eyes to meet Carlos’s. TK can see specks of exhaustion at the corners of Carlos’s kind eyes, but in the middle sits steel determination.
“This wasn’t your fault,” Carlos repeats.
“Now you sound like your father,” TK says with a small smile.
Carlos chuckles weakly. “Well, he’s right.” Then a pause. “What if I had left you and then you were the one who got hurt? Who would have helped you and gotten you out? That wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I never would have gone and left you in there, TK.”
Carlos extends an arm and places his palm on the nape of TK’s neck, gently pulling him closer until their foreheads are touching and resting against each other.
They both close their eyes, staying like that for a few moments as they take it all in. Breathing each other in. And even with the scent of antiseptic hanging in the air around them, TK can distinctly smell Carlos. And the heavy weight sitting on his chest starts evaporating.
They pull back, but not before Carlos brushes a tentative kiss to TK’s cheek.
“How are you doing?” Carlos asks his fiancé.
“I’m okay,” TK replies.
Carlos can see through it, though and raises an eyebrow at TK. “Really? Because I know I just woke up from surgery and all, but I have a feeling you look worse than I do.”
“I can get you a mirror if you’d like,” TK attempts at a comeback but it comes out flat and deflated. He sighs. He watches Carlos for a few moments before continuing. “I was just…really scared. It all seemed really bad for a moment there and…” he trails off with a shrug.
Tears start to gather in TK’s eyes as he slips his hand into his pocket and closes his fist around the ring, pulling it out but not opening his palm yet.
“And then the nurse placed this in my hand when you were being wheeled away from me,” TK opens his palm then, revealing the silver jewelry. “And looking at it, it felt like I had just said goodbye to you,” his voice breaks.
“Querido,” Carlos whispers, his own eyes now filled with tears. Darling.
“This ring symbolizes me giving you a piece of myself, because I am yours. And when the ring was given back to me…it felt like you were gone,” TK sniffs, letting the tears fall.
“No, baby, no,” Carlos’s own voice wavers. He clutches tightly at TK’s hands, covering his open palm. “You will always be mine, just as I will always be yours. I’m here, I’m here and I’m okay. We’re okay.”
“Always,” TK whispers.
He’s still feeling the pain and hurt, the almost-grief, but Carlos’s words ease them all and a glimmer of hope starts brewing in his chest instead. Hope born out of their love, out of their touch. They are each other’s always.
TK sits up straight and clears his throat. “Now, I believe this belongs to you.”
The smile at takes over Carlos’s face is blinding as TK takes his hand and slips the ring back on his finger where it belongs.
“From me to you,” TK says, looking into Carlos’s soft eyes.
“Always,” Carlos whispers into the space between them.
TK plants a kiss on the ring and then closes the distance between them with a chaste kiss to Carlos’s lips. The kiss is gentle, tender, but carries a river of emotions with it. It is comfort, it is reassurance, it is safety. It’s everything and more.
TK’s phone pings just as they separate and quick glance tells him who’s on the other side of the text.
“Your mom,” TK tells Carlos. “She’s already planning the make-up dinner.”
An amused look takes over Carlos’s face. “Yeah, that sounds like her.”
“She and your dad will be happy to know you’re fully awake now,” TK says as he types back. “Everyone will be.”
Carlos smiles, already looking forward to seeing his family.
“And don’t you think I forgot about the new cooking and baking equipment you want,” TK lifts an eyebrow with a smirk. “We can check them online and buy all the ones you want.”
“They’ll come in handy when I’m recovering, that’s for sure,” Carlos replies, a hint of excitement coating his voice.
“And I am looking forward to your cooking and baking spree. As long as you don’t overwork or strain yourself.” After a moment of consideration, TK adds, “and we can hold off on the towels and sheets for now.”
“Are you sure?” Carlos asks, eyebrow lightly knitting together.
TK nods. “Yeah. Besides, I’ve come to realize that it’s you who makes that condo…home. You’re my home, ‘Los.”
“And you’re my all, Ty,” Carlos returns, pulling TK in for a passionate kiss.
TK’s eyes roam over Carlos’s face when they come up for air. He can draw Carlos’s features with his eyes closed, but he finds himself documenting every single detail, every ridge, every speck of the man mere inches away from him.
TK’s heart soars when Carlos gives him the smile that’s reserved for only him.
And TK thinks, yeah, we’re gonna be just fine.
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Jamais Vu
Jamais Vu
Genshin Impact
Xiao x female reader
wc: 2389
Notes: This game is taking over my life, Part 2 to Remedy, slow burn, this is inspired by BTS’ song Jamais Vu, a part of this is inspired by Big Time Rush’s song Stuck, link to a lyric video of Jamais Vu here, I love you Xiao <3
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“Hey Verr!” I greet Verr. She absentmindedly waves in acknowledgement as she continues her conversation with a cute blond and a… floating child? I decide not to question it and continue to make my way up to the highest level of the Inn.
For the past few months I’ve constantly visited the Inn solely to see Xiao. Sometimes I’d stay, and other times I'd leave. I’ve been enjoying our easygoing friendship, and I’m sure he has as well. If the way his face lights up when he sees me is any indication.
Speaking of, Xiao’s mouth forms a small smile once he notices me approaching. “Hey Xiao! I missed you~” I tease the Yaksha.
Xiao huffs lightly and ignores my teasing tone. Xiao is leaning against the balcony railing as usual, but instead of his back greeting me he’s facing me. “...I missed you too.” Xiao easily replies with the utmost sincerity.
My face erupts into flames and I look at him in surprise. Whenever Xiao says something he’s being completely honest, so I know he means what he said.
“Xiao…” I mutter in embarrassed glee. Xiao smirks at my flustered expression. “Hey Y/n, can I ask you something?” He inquires. I nod my head yes for him to continue. He stays silent for a few moments and I patiently wait for him to formulate his thoughts.
“Is it okay if I… really enjoy your company?” Xiao tentatively asks in an adorably small voice. “Of course!” I happily exclaim. “That actually makes me super happy to know you do!” I reassure Xiao. He stares at my face with a hint of doubt in his expression, but nods to himself when he sees the sincerity in my eyes.
“Then, what is this feeling?” Xiao asks me. I blink owlishly and stare at him in confusion.
“Um... what feeling are you talking about Xiao? Can you describe it?” I ask him. “Whenever I see you, my heart races. I can’t control it, and I always find myself smiling around you despite my intentions. Your presence brings me great comfort and it calms me. Unlike the other humans I… I actually want to know more about you.” Xiao tenderly says with conviction.
I can’t contain the blush that engulfs my face in its fiery rampage. “U-Um… I’m not saying this is what you’re feeling, but typically some friends feel that way towards each other? They love each other in a friendly way.” I tell him. Xiao absorbs my words. “Love…” He mumbles under his breath. “Thanks Y/n. I’ll ask Verr about it later.” He tells me.
I nod and smile at him reassuringly. Xiao says nothing else, so I steer the conversation elsewhere, but not before giving him a few book recommendations on the topic of love.
Xiao and I enjoy each other’s company before I go to my designated room at the Inn. My designated room when no one else is using it that is.
Xiao’s eyes seemed full of curiosity when he told me goodnight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he stays up scouring over those book recommendations I gave him.
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Xiao scours over the last book’s final passage. Love this, love that, these books all described love in different ways. One of the characters talked about the love they have for their sibling, while another was about a loving couple. The one he just finished reading was about two friends who were virtually inseparable and harbored the utmost trust for each other. Xiao could relate to those feelings with you, but in that book it felt like an important aspect of it was missing.
Xiao growls under his breath and slams the book shut. He may as well as Verr about this, she’ll know more than he does.
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“Why do you want to know about love Xiao?” Verr asks him incredulously and a bit too loudly. Xiao anxiously looks around the Inn, but thankfully it’s still vacant. “Not so loud.” Xiao scolds her. Verr sheepishly apologizes before she goes into depth about the various forms of love and what they mean.
Xiao understands what his feelings are now. From the way his heart beats uncontrollably in his chest whenever you approach him and the way your laugh makes his cheeks warm, it’s obvious what his feelings are.
The easy part was falling for you, but the hard part is actually telling you about these feelings. Why would you want to be with someone like him, someone fated to endure this hardship endlessly? He doesn’t want to burden you with his own problems, and yet… these feelings… won’t go away.
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The next day when you greet Xiao at your usual spot he can’t help the blush that engulfs his face in flames. He convinced himself last night that he would tell you how he feels today, his insecurities be damned, but the moment you opened your pretty mouth and began talking to him with that sweet voice…. He was a goner.
During a lull in your conversation, Xiao coughs and brings your attention to him. He parts his lips to tell you the words, how he feels, but they won’t come out. Instead he’s standing there next to you with his arms crossed, awkwardly mouthing words that won’t formulate.
Thankfully, you knowingly pat his arm in understanding and tell him to tell you when he’s ready. He knows he’s ready to tell you. He’s dying to tell you really, but he struggles to get the words out regardless.
In the middle of a perfect day he’s tripping over words to say. He doesn’t want to keep you guessing and waiting for the words to come out, but the words keep getting stuck in his throat whenever he tries to tell you. He’s tired of the wasted opportunities, so he amps up his efforts to no avail.
However, a few days after his discussion with Verr, he was able to tell you, “Y/n I think… no, I know I…” but when he glanced up from the ground at your expectant face he choked and couldn’t get the rest of the words out.
You only giggled in understanding and pat his shoulder, but this frustrated him to no end. He may keep getting stuck, but he won’t give up.
Next time he’ll tell you, for sure. He won’t keep these feelings bottled up inside anymore. He wants to, no needs to, know your answer. Whether it’s in his favor or not.
On a rare occasion you two are in the kitchen, enjoying a meal together. After he sarcastically replies to your comment about him and almond tofu you begin giggling uncontrollably, and he swears he falls in love with you all over again.
Tomorrow, he tells himself.
Tomorrow, he’ll tell you. Despite his insecurities, he’ll tell you. He can only hope for the best outcome.
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“Hey Verr!” I cheerfully wave to the boss of Wangshu Inn. “Hey. Xiao’s anxiously waiting for you, you better get going.” Verr snickers. I raise an eyebrow in question but she doesn’t elaborate. I shrug and make my way to our designated meeting spot.
“Hey Xiao-oh. What’s all this?” I cheerfully ask him. There’s a white blanket on the ground with two plates of food, Xiao’s plate obviously has almond tofu but my plate has my favorite food on it.
Xiao is standing next to it all, the sunset framing his form in an angelic manner. A blush burns my cheeks as I admire him.
For the past few months, I’ve gotten closer to Xiao as we learned more about each other. I fell in love with him along the way, but I’ve kept these feelings to myself since I don’t want to add to his burden.
“It’s for you. I have to tell you something, but… let's eat first.” Xiao bashfully says. He looks anywhere but at me, and he shoves a Qingxin flower towards me. I didn’t notice it before so he must’ve been hiding it behind his back.
I chuckle at the sweet gesture and take it from his firm grasp. “Thank you Xiao, it’s beautiful. Just like you.” I tease him.
Xiao meets my eyes, and we both stare at each other with an awkward blush on our faces. “Well.. let’s eat.” I timidly say. Xiao only nods in response before we sit down next to each other and enjoy the delicious meal in a comforting yet awkward silence.
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Xiao finishes eating before you, so he takes the next few moments to steel himself. He stares at you as you finish eating, and he feels his heart begin to race. “I can do this.” He mentally reassures himself. He takes a deep breath before he slowly stands up. It’s now or never...
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I finish my plate of food, and that’s when I notice Xiao standing up. I put my now empty plate down and follow his lead. “So, what is it you want to tell me Xiao?” I inquire. “Y/n… I…” Xiao trails off.
He looks confused for a moment, like he knew what he was about to say but for some reason he can’t remember. “Wait… what does love mean again?” Xiao asks me with a confused expression on his face.
His question takes me aback and I have to recompose myself. I’m surprised he’s asking me this again, but I don’t mind. Although… it will be hard not to be biased with my response.
“Well Xiao, love is... um... can I tell you what love means to me? This will be the best way for me to explain it to you.” I tell him. Xiao nods in agreement. I take a shaky breath and close my eyes momentarily. When I open them again I boldly stare into Xiao’s eyes as I say, “Love exists in many forms. For example, the feelings I have for you is love, Xiao.”
Xiao takes an audible sharp breath, and I continue with my bold explanation. “Everytime I see you waiting for me here, my heart leaps. When I notice that small smile you always try to hide, it fills my heart with joy knowing I can bring you happiness. When we playfully banter with each other... I feel alive. Xiao, love is a bond you share with someone and the strong feelings of adoration you feel for each other. Love is... when I can trust you and I feel safe and happy with you. It’s when I know you hold my best interests at heart, and vice versa. It’s when I want to spend most, if not all, of my time with you and talk to you for hours on end. Love is.. Xiao I…” I trail off.
During my monologue I averted my eyes from Xiao’s since I was describing my feelings for him, but when I look into them now I see a fierce storm of emotion in them.
“Xiao? Um, what happened? ...Haha, did you have a moment of jamais vu earlier?” I ask him in a playful manner to lighten the intense atmosphere. Xiao says nothing in response. Instead, he opts to slowly raise his hand to cup my face.
“Y/n…” Xiao tenderly whispers. He caresses my cheek with his thumb for a few moments, and we stare into each other’s eyes. Exchanging unspoken words with the passionate emotion in our eyes.
“Y/n, I love you.” Xiao says with fierce passion in his tone. He slowly leans closer to me until our faces are centimeters apart, and his lips brush against mine. Xiao groans in pleasure before he hastily closes the distance between us.
We engage in a passionate exchange of our bottled up emotions. Our lips meld together seamlessly, and soon I’m fisting his hair as Xiao attempts to bring me closer to him although I doubt it’s physically possible.
Xiao and I pull apart to break for much needed air, but this lasts for only a moment. “Again.” Xiao demands. I oblige and our lips meet again as we lose ourselves in each other. Xiao and I continue this process until my body is begging me for air and I can no longer oblige his requests. My lips feel sore, but in the best way possible.
Xiao and I are panting breathlessly as we stare into each other’s eyes after an intense makeout session. My legs finally give out and I lose my footing. Xiao easily holds me up, and we slowly slide down to the floor together. Xiao leans his back against the railing of the balcony with me sitting in his lap.
“Are you sure I won’t be adding to your burden?” I nervously ask Xiao. “No. You could never add to it, it’s the opposite. You help me face my burden head on.” Xiao tells me with confidence. “Will my problems be a burden to you? This heavy burden I carry and the responsibility I have?” Xiao questions me anxiously. I adamantly shake my head no before I verbally say, “No, never.” I tell him.
Xiao lets go of a breath he was holding. “Then, Y/n… do you... “ Xiao struggles to finish. I eagerly nod and encourage him to finish his thought with my eyes. Xiao stares back at me with mirth evident in his eyes as he smiles. “Y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?” Xiao asks me. “Happily.” I tell him.
Xiao and I slowly lean towards each other again before we tenderly kiss. As Xiao and I kiss under the fading sun on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than here in Xiao’s arms.
When Xiao and I momentarily part he tells me, “Whether this is a dream or reality doesn’t matter, only the fact that you’re by my side. Thanks.” I giggle and boop Xiao on his nose, to which he adorably pouts in response. “Trust me Xiao, this is reality. A reality I couldn’t be happier to live in.” I tenderly tell him.
Xiao smiles softly at me and I reciprocate the action. Xiao kisses me again. When we part, he holds me firmly in his arms as I lean my head on his chest. With my eyes closed, I smile in content while only one thought occupies my mind. I love you, Xiao.
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j u s t f r i e n d s┊cedric diggory
anons requested:
HIII :) i havent seen that much cedric fluff/smut lol cedric is literally my comfort character 🤠 if ur requests are open could you write a fluff/smut? i literally dont mind what kind i just WANT MORE CEDRIC FANFICTION CAUSE THERE IS BARELY ANYYY :((
HellO! I love ur work can I request you make like a Cedric x F reader hufflepuff, friends to lovers, fluff and smut. I know it's vv vague but go off. I just want cedric content i love him sm :,)
info: cedric diggory was your best friend, nothing more, but when he tells you about an upcoming date, you start to question that.
genre: fluff, some angst, SMUT, fem reader, hufflepuff reader, friends to lovers
warnings: so much smut, oral (receiving), cursing
word count: 5.7k+
a/n: HIIIII i was able to complete 2 reqs in 1! this was long overdue but i hope you like it,, also i edited the first half and just gave up on the second half GHFHJFSG
cedric diggory was your best friend.
he smelt of vanilla, his voice warm, flowing smoothly like honey. his presence gave you a sense of comfort, almost as if he was home. his eyes were a slight grey, full of wonder, color like a foggy autumn night, or the clouds that filled the sky on the day you two had met. his brown hair, always effortlessly styled, never failing to make girls swoon when he ran his fingers through it. and his smile — god, his smile.
adored by most and kind to all, you truly believed that cedric diggory deserved the world. it was impossible for any girl to get a glimpse of him and not feel their heart flutter.
the good-natured overachiever was your best friend because you hadn’t developed any romantic feelings for him, despite his good looks and unforgettable, lovable attitude. you knew that you wouldn’t have been friends with him in the first place if you felt the same way as the hundreds of other girls who yearned for cedric diggory, so the day he told you that he had a date, you were unsure of why there was a slight pang of pain that struck your heart.
“finally,” you sighed in relief, a playful tone hidden in your voice as you wiped fake sweat off of your forehead. the sound of your heartbeat felt like it was louder than the crackling of the hufflepuff common room’s fireplace, and you weren’t sure if it was in your head or not.
the both of you sat on the snug fabric couch that was placed right in front of the small flames, the cushions soft. cedric shoved you playfully, making you jokingly hold your arm in pain. cedric muttered a “shut up,” a smile on his face as he looked down in his lap. you stuck your tongue out at him, scrunching up your nose.
the fidgeting of your fingers went unnoticed as you smiled at him, a sense of dread washing over you as you began to think about how his date might go. you remained unassertive of why these negative emotions swallowed you whole, reassuring yourself that it was probably just because you were afraid of losing your best friend.
“seriously though, i’m really happy for you,” you say, patting his shoulder lightly. somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew were lying, you knew that you wanted to say “please, don’t go on that date,” but you ignored it.
“i just don’t know what to do! or wear, or say,” he complained, waving his arms around, before falling back and relaxing on the couch. “do you think i’ll mess this up?”
no cedric, you’re perfect.
“yeah, you’re an idiot,” you lie, making cedric kick your leg. “you know i’m only joking, if you want, i’ll help you choose an outfit.”
cedric shot up, his hands on either side of his body as he looked at you with joy filled eyes.
��really? you’ll help me?”
you laugh, “that’s what friends are for, idiot.”
you hated every bit of how your conversation was going. you felt like the more you two discussed about his upcoming date with cho chang, the longer that stinging pain stuck to you. you didn’t know what you wanted to do, you didn’t know if you wanted to cry, scream, yell, it was all left a mystery to you as cedric’s excited voice talked about how amazing cho was.
“she’s smart — and i mean, smart smart; and beautiful, wow, she really is beautiful. i’ve never met someone like her.”
you continued to smile and nod, enduring the ache that stayed with you the entire time. before, you were confident that you would never gain feelings for cedric, but now, you weren’t so reliant of your previous beliefs as the lurking torment hit you.
“well, can you blame her? she’s a ravenclaw,” you gave him a nonchalant reply, crossing your legs as you played with your wand.
“but she’s different, you know?” he went on and on, while you had an internal battle with yourself. you thought you were different. you hoped that you were different. but, you guessed, not to cedric.
“i’m getting tired,” you yawned, trying to get yourself out of this situation. you weren’t really tired, you just didn’t want to hear anymore of cedric talking about how cho was his dream girl. you wished that he would talk about you like he did her.
“really? it’s only eight o’clock,” he raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. you nodded, stretching your arms and standing up. you stood in your penguin pajama pants and an oversized tee, waving to him.
“i’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? and i’ll help you with your date,” you say, regretting the statement you made about how you would assist him in preparing for his date.
“wait!” he quickly stood up, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you for a hug. you froze for a moment, before melting into his touch. “thank you, y/n, for being such an amazing best friend.”
he placed his chin on the top of your head, while you buried your face into his shoulder.
“of course.”
while you headed up to bed, your loud thoughts echoed throughout your mind. you were rubbing your eyes, stifling your soft cries so you wouldn’t wake up your roommate. you crawled into your bed, wrapping the blanket around you, silent cries escaping your lips.
it was like a cliche love story, the girl finally realizes she has been in love with her best friend this entire time, only to be met with unintentional rejection. it hurt, of course it hurt. you were beginning to register that you wanted be cedric’s, you wanted him to be yours, but it was impossible. he had eyes on another.
—
the next day was even more dreadful than the previous, you woke up in a bad mood, lazily putting on your uniform and making your way to breakfast. cedric was quick to catch you on the way there, attempting to scare you from behind.
“boo!”
you turned and slapped cedric, who now, regretted his horrible effort to spook you.
“don’t do that!” you whisper-shouted at him, and he raised his hands, surrendering. “sorry, sorry. forgot about last year.”
last year, you repeatedly told cedric about how much you hated being jump scared. it was no surprise that the idiot had forgotten. you giggled, cedric infamous laugh following your own. he began to walk side by side with you, continuing your conversation from yesterday.
“so.... you’re still going to help me, right?”
you wished you could say no, you wanted so badly to say no, but you knew you couldn’t. his happiness counted too, not just your own.
“with your fashion sense? do you think i have a choice?” you teased, squinting your eyes at him. you two entered the dining hall, every student was talking to another, some girls watching you and cedric walk by. you spotted cho across the room, cedric also seeing her. he waved at her, a smile on his face as she waved back.
you sighed internally, sitting down at the dining table. cedric sat down as well, but still kept his eyes on cho.
“what the hell are you doing?” you asked, grabbing an apple on the table.
“me? nothing,” he replied back, resting his head on his hand as he stared at her in awe, you were tempted to slap him again, but you held back that said urge. your fingers traced the creases in the wood as your best friend eyed his crush, and you wanted nothing more than to leave the room.
“hey y/n are-”
“yes, i get it. cho is beautiful. she’s smart. i heard you the first thousand times.”
you turned to glare at cedric, who was looking at you, concerned. “no, i was going to ask if you were okay.”
your cheeks turned a light pink as you felt butterflies erupting in your stomach. you smiled at him, “sorry. just a little tired, i didn’t get much sleep. i’m alright.”
it was a half-lie, but you couldn’t risk telling cedric the truth. you were so sure that it would be the end of your amazing friendship, he would never look at you the same, and you weren’t sure if you could get over your feelings. you were stuck, in this in-between state of mind, one side of you begging to let your confession out, while the other just stayed quiet.
so yes, you caved into yourself and lied, but your only problem was that cedric knew that you were lying. there was no way of hiding it from your best friend, even if you thought you were concealing it well.
“hey cedric.”
the voice of the seemingly irritating asian ravenclaw snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately pivoted your head to look at her. cedric was already standing, looking at cho.
“hey y/n,” she smiled at you, and you replied back with a small awkward wave of your hand, a fake smile on your face before you turned back around to roll your eyes. your face scrunched up, biting into your apple as the two lovebirds talked behind you.
every word that came out of her mouth, every compliment he gave her, every giggle you heard, it made you want to turn around and walk out. jealousy was an ugly emotion, and you never thought that you’d actually get a chance to experience it, but here you were, annoyed out of your mind.
you waited for what felt like hours, for their talking to be over (it was really only a few minutes), time felt especially slow when they began to flirt about their upcoming date tonight.
“so, i’ll see you after classes then?” cedric asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“of course.”
cedric watched her walk away, gazing at her with those ever so beautiful eyes of his, taking a deep breath before sitting back down.
by the time cedric sat down, you were already getting up from the table, with a loss of apetite. cedric glanced at the single bite you took out of your apple, then glancing back up at you.
“hey, how do you expect to grow if you don’t eat?” he joked, earning a pissed off face from you, who only said, “i’m not hungry.”
you walked off without him, muttering to yourself meaningless thoughts. although cedric was worried about your sudden shift of attitude and demeanor, he decided to leave you some time to yourself.
you were already halfway to class, wondering what the hell you had done in your past life to receive this emotional torture. you groaned, looking down at your shoes.
“you alright there, y/n?” a familiar voice called out to you, running up to you. it was ron weasley, an idiot, but a good friend of yours. you turned your head to him, saying, “no, i’m not.”
“spit it out, then,” ron says, lightly bumping shoulders with you. you let out an exhale, grasping at your wand in your right hand, your tote bag slung over your left shoulder. “are you going to take all day? i want to at least make it to potions before snape sends me to detention again.”
“fine, fine,” you whine to him, “you know cedric?”
“no — is that a food? are you mad? everyone knows cedric,” he exclaims. “there’s no one in this bloody school who doesn’t know who he is.”
you sneer, pinching his arm while he cries out a small “ow”.
“so,” you start, avoiding eye contact so you wouldn’t have to see ron’s reaction. “him and cho have a date tonight. i know, not a big deal, but you see, i kind of started to fancy him.”
“i knew it.”
“be quiet.”
ron lets out a snicker at your quick reply, but he shuts himself up as you snap your head at him to give him a death glare.
“are you planning on telling diggory at all?” he questions, and you immediately shake your head, your eyes wide, imagining everything that could go wrong.
“what would he think of me? it would make the situation much worse,” you explain to him, and he nods, trying to understand how you were currently feeling.
approaching his potions class, ron gives your arm a little squeeze.
“well you know, someone must find you attractive, even someone as ugly as y-” his voice is cut off by you kicking him in the shin, and he yelps out, while you giggle.
“get to class.”
your face drops when you hear cho’s and cedric’s voices echoing behind you, and you feel a part of your heart clench. it doesn’t take you long to walk as fast as you can so they don’t spot you, your shoes clicking against the concrete floor.
—
“how’s this?”
cedric stood in front of you with a white dress shirt, black dress pants, with a black leather belt wrapped around the waist. his shiny black shoes tapping against the floor anxiously, the sleeves of his shirt neatly rolled up. he put a slight amount of gel in his hair, he looked amazing.
if anything, the more you stared at him, the more you regretted offering to help him get dressed for his outing. your stomach did twists and turns as his eyes bored into your own, searching for approval.
he had a nervous smile on his face, the kind of smile you wished you had caused. you wanted nothing more than to be happy for him, for he had finally found a girl he actually liked. the only thing that had you upset, was that you weren’t that girl.
“you look,” you pause for a moment, taking him in. you gained a whiff of his natural scent, before exhaling slowly.
“stupid.”
his eyes widen in horror, rushing to go find new clothes. you erupt in chuckles, grabbing his arm.
“i’m just kidding, you look great, now go!” you exclaim, but cedric freezes, sitting down on his bed. he looks like he’s in thought, but his exact mindset wasn’t clear to you.
you sit down next to him, the bed cushion sinking. placing a hand on his shoulder, you ask him, “are you alright?”
“i don’t know, i’ve just never really felt like this for someone, i feel like i’ll mess it up,” his head turns to you, with a neutral facial expression. “what if i do something wrong? do you think she’ll stop liking me?”
“listen to me diggory, every girl i know has a tiny crush on you, i’m sure cho is crazy about you, and i doubt that there’s anything you can possibly do to mess tonight up,” you beam, patting his back. “unless you kill her.”
“i just don’t want to miss my chance with someone like her.”
there’s something that hits you when cedric says that — maybe it’s the fact that cedric would never see you in a romantic way is finally setting in, or the thought of never being able to compare to a girl like cho, or maybe you’re finally understanding you have been in love with cedric for longer than you thought, or maybe it was all of those reasons. something makes you want to crash into a fit of sobs, or maybe a chorus of silent cries.
for cedric’s happiness, you decide it was better to hide you’re sadness, that was slowly eating you up bit by bit, or at least, attempt to hide it.
“trust me, i’m sure she’ll love every bit of tonight. and if she doesn’t, well, i can surely take her head on.”
and here came his beautiful, mesmerizing, bright grin. he enveloped you into a hug, smiling to himself. “you really are my best friend.”
“yeah, i am, aren’t i?”
he lets go, standing up from his previous spot on the bed, dusting off his shirt.
“time to go, diggory,” you say to him, pushing him out the room, the door making a slight creak as you open it.
“thank you, y/n,” he grins, and you shut the door, but not before pressuring him to leave faster. your back is pressed against the cool wooden material as you slide down it slowly, burying your face in your hands as you are being swallowed whole by the everlasting feeling of unwanted rejection.
although cedric had no clue that he had technically rejected you, there was still a fresh feeling of heartbreak within you.
you felt vulnerable, like you were out of control, and that you couldn’t change anything.
there were so many thoughts running through your mind, you barely realized that you had got up and reached for the door handle, twisting it open, and pacing down the hall to where cedric was walking.
before realizing what you were doing, you grabbed cedric by the wrist, making him turn to you. you cut him off in the middle of saying your name, pressing your soft lips against his own.
you screwed your eyes shut, unaware of your own actions, while cedric stood there, eyes wide open in shock. he was frozen, unbeknownst of what to do.
when you slowly backed away from him, you swear you just wanted someone to put you out of your misery, right there. cedric was sputtering words, trying to form a proper sentence, while you were on the verge of tears.
“o-oh my god, i didn’t- shit, i’m so sorry cedric,” you were shaking, bringing your hands to cover your mouth, “just go on your date. this was a mistake- i uh, i’ve got to go.”
you took off fast walking to your dorm, trying your best to forget about the moment that happened seconds before. the adrenaline that was previously pumping through your veins was slowly beginning to wear off as you slammed your dorm room’s door shut, you let out a quiet wail. you quickly got yourself under the covers, gripping at the cotton sheets.
that night, you barely got any sleep, as the only thing keeping you awake was the thought of tomorrow.
—
there’s a soft knock on your door the following day, and you immediately huff in frustration, burying your head further into your pillow.
“go away!” you shout, your voice muffled by the fabric. ron calls your name from behind the wooden walls, ushering you to let him in.
“you can’t just stay in there forever!”
“yes i can, watch me,” you say back, hearing the door opening, followed by ron’s footsteps. he pokes you, repeatedly, purposely trying to irritate you.
“the professors are going to kill you if you don’t show up to your classes,” he scolded. you turn to look at him, the left side of your face still in the pillow. grabbing another pillow beside you, you toss it at his face.
“i don’t care,” you huff, finally turning over to lay on your back. “leave me alone, weasley.”
“i brought you something to eat, you can’t starve yourself,” he muttered, placing a plate of food on your nightstand. the sun shined bright into your window, birds chirping from the school grounds.
ron sighed, “could you at least tell me what happened?”
you gulp, frowning.
“i kissed cedric.”
“could you repeat that one more time?”
“i... kissed... cedric. right before he left for his date.”
“huh!?” ron squeaked, standing up. “what happened to the whole ‘i’m not telling him’ thing?”
“i know!” you snivelled, the feeling of guilt overwhelming you. “i really don’t know what i was thinking.. i just can’t face him right now.”
as if he was right on time, you hear cedric call your name from behind your dorm room door. he’s about to turn the knob, but you jump out of bed to prevent him from opening it.
“please let me in,” he says softly, his forehead pressed against the wood. “we really need to talk.”
“there’s nothing i want to talk about, diggory,” you say back, and ron laughs at your current struggle.
“ron, i swear to god-“
“weasley is in there with you? please, let me in!” cedric tries his best to convince ron to get you out of the way, but you’re prepared to throw the plate of food that ron had gotten you, and ron was not risking that.
“y/n-“
“i don’t want to talk, okay? please leave.”
the room goes quiet for a moment, no talking, no giggles from ron, it’s simply just silent. you hear cedric audibly sigh, before walking away.
you can imagine cedric’s distressed face as his frustration is always visible, and you really wanted nothing more than to go out and hug him, but you couldn’t. not after last night.
“you really do need to talk to him, though,” ron comments as you breathe heavily.
“i-i know, just not yet.”
—
hours after waking up from your hell-induced “sleep”, you finally got the energy to go to your last period, as you had told your professors from earlier classes that you were in terrible condition (you told them you had gotten food poisoning), and they were surprisingly, understanding.
you were battling with the ideas of speaking to diggory or never facing him again, and to be honest, you were liking the latter option a lot more than the first.
each time you spotted him through the day, there was something that felt like a small pinch within you, followed by a longing to talk to him again. you would quickly avert your eyes, or rush to make sure you weren’t in his line of sight, either way, you felt empty.
the worse was when you had just got out of class, only to walk a few steps down the hall, to see him talking to cho, taking her hands into his own, a soft expression on his face as he spoke to her. it’s almost like you could hear an audible shatter come from your heart. you shut your eyes, turning back to the way you came, your head hanging low.
you were so exhausted, physically and emotionally. dodging cedric at all costs, studying for upcoming tests, and losing hope in regaining your friendship with him.
you walked to the gryffindor common room to rant to ron, as he seemed like the only person you could talk to right now.
“i see you actually got out of bed,” he comments, leaning back on the red sofa. you placed your bag on the coffee table, plopping down next to him.
“surprising, right?” you say sarcastically. “but i didn’t come here to be criticized by you.”
you cross your arms over your chest, placing yourself deep in thought as you tried to calm yourself down. you rubbed your temples, trying to think of some sort of solution to end your torture.
“talked to diggory yet?” he asks, writing something down in his notebook. your posture becomes rigid, a pinched expression on your face as you shake your head “no”.
“y/n.. you have to at least to explain to him about what happened last night.”
your fingers begin to fidget, and you stare down at them. “i don’t even know what i was thinking, to be honest. so what am i supposed to tell him?”
“well,” ron trails, “you can start by saying that you like-”
ron doesn’t get to finish his sentence, as someone shouts his name from beyond the gryffindor common room. you immediately recognize the voice, scrambling to hide behind the couch as to not be seen.
seconds later, cedric comes in, a bothered look im his eyes as he approaches the red haired boy.
“hey ron, have you talked to y/n at all?” he asks him, his hair disheveled as you take a peek from behind the couch. he still looked amazing to you.
“yeah i have,” ron replies, nodding, but it’s tight — as if he’s holding something he wants to say back, and cedric is quick to notice it. he’s always been able to see those tiny details hidden behind a person’s actions.
“uh, okay.. and do you know where she is?”
ron looks to the couch, then back at cedric, “yeah, she’s behind the couch hiding from you.”
you freeze, your eyes going wide. you slowly stand up, awkwardly scratching the back of you neck, followed by nervous laughter.
“h-hey! i was just leaving,” you’re at a loss for words, eyeing both cedric and ron. you let out another uncomfortable “haha”, before darting towards the door. cedric is yelling your name, following close behind. you’re able to make it towards your doom room, where luckily, your roommate was too busy having a sleepover with another hufflepuff to be there.
“y/n!” cedric catches the door before you’re able to close it, forcing himself inside. you swiftly turn around to face him, staring intently. your hands were clenched into fists, your legs barely being able to keep you up as you felt something weaken in your knees.
“we need to talk,” he says, sternly. your face is a bright red, almost at a loss for words.
“what’s there to say?” you retort, crossing your arms, then sitting on your bed. you try your best to avert your gaze from his, staring at anything but his face.
“please, y/n,” cedric pleads, taking a step closer to you. “what happened last night?”
“it’s really not important, cedric,” your breath hitches, as he was standing directly in front of you. you gathered the courage to look into his eyes, regretting it almost immediately, for they were filled with sorrow, glimmering within the cold moonlight.
the light of the bedroom remained off, you were sure that if you saw cedric’s face properly, you would lose the ability to speak.
“you can’t keep running away,” he tells you, placing a hand on your shoulder and bending down so he was at eye level with you.
you shrug his hand off, crossing your arms, “who said i was running?”
“y/n,” he starts with a small chuckle, “you just sprinted away from me a minute ago.”
“but the reason i chased after you was because we need to speak about the kiss.”
your body becomes stiff, you wanted to curl into a ball on the spot, biting your lip.
“we can’t.”
he sits next to you, taking your hands into his. “but why not? there isn’t any reason for us to not speak-“
“because,” you say in a small voice, “you like cho. she likes you. i don’t want to be the one to ruin that. it’s selfish, i know, but you deserve her.”
cedric stands, running a hand through his hair. “but that’s the thing, y/n! i don’t know anymore. i don’t know who i like — if i even really like cho after last night, it’s just so... confusing.”
“how the hell is it confusing?” you question him.
“don’t you understand? everything is just so, mixed up. after you kissed me, during my entire night, i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
you feel the tip of your ears grow warm as the pace of your heartbeat grew.
“cedric—”
“please listen to me. think about how i feel right now. i liked you for at least six months, but you always told me the reason we were friends was because of the lack of romanticism between us, so i moved on, i mean, i tried to. but then, that kiss. it just changed so much, and i didn’t know what to tell cho—“
“weren’t you talking to her today? i saw you two together,” he continues pacing the wooden floors, stressed.
“i needed to tell her that things were complicated and about how i didn’t think she was right for me,” he tells you, and you stand up to poke him playfully in the chest, as if nothing was going on.
“you,” poke.
“did,” poke.
“what!?” poke.
“i, uh, um..” he doesn’t know what to say, frantically searching for the right words, but then throwing his hands up in defeat.
“it would be better if i just did this,” within seconds, he’s cupping your face, pressing his plump lips onto yours. they tasted of his fruity chapstick, and you liked the way he moved.
finally, you registered that diggory was actually kissing you. he was the one that initiated it, he was the one running his hands down your body as your hands gripped at his brown locks.
he bites your lip, and you let out a small mewl. he slips his tongue in, dominating against your own, all while removing his robe. he backs up, keeping your lips locked while shutting the door.
you remove your own robe, palming the bulge in his pants. he groans into your mouth, the wetness building in your heat.
he’s quick to switch the roles, your back on the door instead of his. he breaks from the kiss, panting. your foreheads rest against each others, staring into each others’ eyes.
“i need you to tell me,” he says in between breaths, his skin glowing in the moonlight. “do you want this?”
you nod desperately, “yes.”
“good, because i do too.”
he grabs you by the waist, picking you up to toss you on the bed. he’s standing over you, looking down at you with a smug smirk on his face, before peeling off his top.
“enjoying the view?” he raises a brow, and you can’t help but let out a laugh.
“mhm, i guess i’m next,” you reply, sitting up to unbutton your shirt. you make sure to begin slowly, cedric watching your fingers intently. you part your lips, removing the sticky clothing, leaving you in your undergarments and your skirt.
you bite your lip, looking up at him. he brings his lips to your ear, dragging his finger down your cleavage. “i need you to do something for me, baby. i need you to take off everything so i can make you feel good, is that okay?”
your stomach begins to do somersaults, and you comply to cedric with no hesitations, dragging the black fabric of your skirt down and tossing it somewhere in the room. next, you unclip your black bra and take off your panties, throwing them in the general direction of your skirt.
he admires you, who’s now laying down on the bed. you grow a little shy, but remind yourself that this is cedric, this is your best friend. he lowers himself to face your pussy, dragging his finger through your folds.
“let me take care of you, baby.”
with that, he trails a stripe through your heat with his tongue, a quiet moan escaping your lips.
“you’re so cute, writhing from just a bit of contact,” he grins, his hot breath fanning against you. “now what if i did this—“
he places his lips against your clit, sucking gently.
“cedric— ah,” you say, and he moans against you. he sucks harder this time, bringing his hand to your entrance, he sticks a finger inside at the same time.
“oh god,” you sigh, arching your back. you bring a hand to cedric’s hair, the other hand gripping at the sheets under you. his teeth grazes your bundle of nerves, making you shiver. the feeling of his mouth against you was addicting, his finger moving in and out of you at a fast pace combining with that lead to a familiar building up of pleasure within you.
“cedric, p-please,” you mewl, his free hand holding one of your thighs. you began to feel warm, crying out the boy’s name over and over again.
“come, baby.”
your body went stiff, your orgasm washing over you as you began to relax. your breathing was heavy as cedric stood up, looking at you. you smiled, shutting your eyes.
“can you do it one more time?” you hear him ask, and you swallow, nodding your head.
“yes i can.”
he began reaching for the emergency condom hidden in his back pocket, undoing his belt, the sound of the metal buckle hitting the floor as he kicked his pants and boxers off. he ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it on the tip. you opened your eyes, watching as he crawled on top of you.
he smiles, kissing your forehead with a loving look in his eyes. “ready?”
you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. “whenever you are.”
finally, he begins to enter you, slowly, making sure it isn’t painful. you moan loudly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you didn’t care about how sensitive you were from your previous orgasm, all you could think about was how good you felt. his dick reached deep inside of you, expanding your pulsing walls.
he took this as a cue to movs, creating a steady pace as he let out a breathy groan every time he thrusted.
“fuck, you feel so good,” he praised, thrusting deeper. he would pull all the way out, before slamming back in. his hands were on either side of your head.
you were overwhelmed with pleasure, moaning his name and gasping when he would go deeper than expected. he whispered filth into your ear, talking quietly about how much he enjoyed fucking you, or how beautiful you looked under him.
your sinful cries bounced off the walls, sweat dripping down your bodies. you began preparing for his orgasm, as well as your own as he sped up. you clenched around his dick, making him groan louder. you threw your head back, your hips moving to meet his thrusts.
“holy shit, oh fuck, i’m gonna come,” he growled, kissing you hungrily. you moaned his name into the kiss, digging your fingernails into his back. he buried his head into the crook of your neck, shouting curses as the two of you lost yourselves in an erruption of bliss, only thinking about each other. your cries of his name was a symphony to his ears as he thrusted one last time, moaning loudly.
it ended in heavy breathing and gasps for air as he turned over to lay beside you. cedric removes the condom, tossing it onto the ground. he looks over to you, who was already looking at him.
“does this mean you like me?” you ask, and he lets out his amazing laugh.
“yes, i like you.”
you smile, “also i had no idea you could do that.”
“neither did i.”
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If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :
Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader
Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes
A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.
Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️
Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.
“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”
Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?
Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.
Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.
Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.
Remus's unlikely visit.
Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.
Your father and best friend are targeted.
Dora's pregnant.
You'll have your own niece / nephew.
But he wants to leave her.
“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”
Hating Remus with every inch of you.
Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.
Kreacher's tale.
Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.
The locket is with umbridge.
well, fuck
You know what's fucker?
Snape is headmaster
“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”
“who the heck are the carrows?”
Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.
"Magic is might"
Seeing 'Umbitch'
Harry stupefying umbitch.
Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.
Apparating to a mysterious place.
A forest apparently.
Ron's splinched.
Hermione's protection spells.
“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”
“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”
Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.
Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.
It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.
Ron leaving three months later.
Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.
Same thing with Hermione.
“Why haven't you told him Mione?”
“Tell him what?”
“That you love him”
You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.
Going to Godric's Hollow.
Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.
They were too young to die.
Too innocent to die.
You visit their grave.
You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.
Bathilda Bagshot.
Fuck that's a snake.
Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.
Fast forward when Ron returns.
You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.
“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”
Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.
Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.
Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.
The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.
Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.
“She's so precious.” you think.
Xenophilious's betrayal.
Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.
fast forward a couple of days later.
listening to potterwatch. the norm.
lee jordan's voice
“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”
Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.
feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.
“No”
he can't die.
he was always okay. he can't just die.
he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.
The trio rushing to hug you.
Harry not able to meet your eyes.
“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.
You don't cry.
You can't cry.
You just sit there, feeling emptiness.
You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.
Ron holding you back.
"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.
You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.
Thank god Hermione has protection spells.
The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.
You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.
“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”
“How'd you know about Cedric? ”
“I knew all along” he smiled
Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.
Fast forward when the snatches caught you.
Taken to Malfoy Manor
Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.
She also tries to slit your throat.
“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”
Literally screaming throughout the whole process.
“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”
“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”
being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.
she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.
Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.
Apparating to shell cottage.
You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.
You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.
You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.
Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.
Learning that Dobby's lost his life.
Feeling so weak.
Remus visits.
Little Teddy is born!!!
Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.
Harry's Teddy's godfather.
yay
Gringotts
You hide under Harry's cloak.
You get caught.
Robbing Bellatrix's vault.
Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.
Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.
Escaping on a dragon.
Basically having to head to hogwarts.
To get the horcrux.
Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.
Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.
NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.
From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.
Reuniting with all your friends!
Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.
The order is here .
Cedric spots you.
He literally just picks you up and kisses you.
infront of everyone basically.
including the adults.
feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.
“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”
Harry interrupts your adorable moment.
Voldemort wants Harry.
“Potter's right here! someone grab him”
yeah of course, pugface parkinson.
literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.
The battle has started.
You seeing Dora and running to hug her.
“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.
“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”
“I kinda approve though”
Duelling multiple death eaters.
Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.
Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.
Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.
Snape's dead.
He's acting weird all of a sudden.
Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.
The chaos has calmed down.
You enter the great hall.
Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?
You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.
You shake your head in disbelief.
Remus and Dora?
Your sister?
Your soulmate?
They just had a baby.
You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.
You kneel down.
Your world is crushing.
They're dead but they look so peaceful.
You hugged Dora.
Ever so tightly.
The last time you'll ever hug her.
You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.
Perhaps you could've been able to save her.
You rest your head on her chest.
Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.
But you didn't care.
You let out a cry, a small one.
You let out a slightly louder one.
You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.
You heard Cedric's comforting voice.
“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”
But his words are not comforting you.
You just lay there on Dora's chest.
By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.
You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.
You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.
“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”
You slightly lift your head.
The great hall was deadly silent.
You were sure he was lying.
You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.
Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.
He was carrying someone.
It was Harry.
Your body can't lift you anymore.
Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.
Neville standing up to Voldemort.
He- he killed the snAKE??!!!
You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.
Cahos erupts once more.
Harry's gone?
No like seriously, he's just vanished.
poof
Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.
Just being so proud of him.
You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.
Took over him (as you should)
Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.
Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.
Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!
About to make your move but-
“Not my daughter you bitch”
literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???
Bellatrix's downfall.
Just felt a bit relaxed.
Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—
FUCK??
HARRY??
DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!
Voldemort's downfall.
The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.
dead
Post-battle
You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.
You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.
You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.
But, Cedric was always there for you.
Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.
Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.
You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.
Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.
You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.
You were now an auror, just like Dora.
The wedding was so simple.
You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.
Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.
Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.
And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.
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The Winters Flame
Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader
Summary: A winter morning with Johnny quickly turns into a disaster.
Warnings: Mentions of smut, nudity, fluff, angst, character death.
a/n: i know i need to post my next part of TLATL but i just couldn’t get this out of my head. I haven’t proof read this yet so i apologize in advance.
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The snow fell peacefully in the early grey of the morning, its small white flakes frosting the window a mere two feet away from your warm, cozy bed. The cold winter morning not affecting your warm body as the body wrapped around you radiates heat to keep you nice and toasty. You blink a few times to rid the sleep from your eyes as you watch the snowfall, your body turning to the side ready to get up and start the day.
“No, don’t you dare.” His sleepy voice halts you, his warm arms wrapping around your torso and with a sharp tug you’re falling back into his chest with a huff.
“Johnny.” You giggle, rolling over to meet his sleepy blue eyes and dopey smile. He groans and pulls you closer to him as he dramatically buries his face into your soft neck, humming softly against your skin as he takes a deep breath.
“Nope, you’re staying right here.” He mumbles, his naked left thigh sliding in between yours as he shifts himself to get more comfortable. You both stay there, cuddled into each other until the sun is cutting through the dark clouds making the white ground shine.
“We should get up baby.” You mumble, your fingers running up and down his bare back in soothing patterns, running gentler over the raised scars on his body from years of being a hero for the world.
“Hgnn.” He complains against you, his voice deep and raspy as he runs his nose along the side of your jaw, enjoying being this close to you after weeks of being gone.
“I’m surprised you can even move baby girl, thought I gave it to you pretty good last night and this morning.” He wiggles his eyebrows and grins when you groan and bury your face into the soft pillow, the ache between your legs reminding you of the homecoming the two of you shared the night before.
“You’re mean.” You say into the pillow, lifting your head to look at him as he laughs. Your eyes following him as he throws his head back and laughs, the sound deep and rich making a smile of your own appear.
“Aw baby.” He chuckles, gathering you in his arms to bring you closer to his warm chest as he continues laughing to himself. You sigh against his skin and lay your head over the faint heartbeat, a beat that belongs to you as he always says.
“Fine we’ll stay here and watch movies, but you have to supply the snacks.” You mumble, leaning over the side of the bed to grab your laptop that was shoved to the side last night when he made his grand entrance.
“I think you take advantage of my flying abilities more than my teammates do.” He teases as he gets up, stretching in his glorious naked state. You pout and open your laptop, not letting him know that you were ogling him once again.
Just as your mouth opens to retort a small beep fills the room followed by the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table, the mood in the room dropping as Johnny picks up the phone and answers it with tensed shoulders.
“Reed we just got back I can’t just, I know it’s important but I have-” Johnny argues over the small device while you quietly shut the laptop once again, the smile and joy draining from your expression as you watch Johnny race around the room gathering his things.
“Yeah yeah okay twenty minutes.” He says as he hangs up the phone, his uniform already fitted over his fit body. He smiles at you painfully as he gently approaches your quiet form on the bed, your fingers playing with a small thread on the sheets as tears gather in your eyes.
“Baby..” He says as he sits on the bed, his warm hand grabbing your hands and pulling them into his lap as he gently winds your fingers together. You press your lips together to hold the sob in, your shoulders lifting as you curl in on yourself.
“You just came back to me.” You whisper, the pain in your voice making him quickly snap his body around to face you, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks. The tears escape from the corners of your eyes as you see the famous symbol on the side of his chest, the symbol that takes him away from you to save the world.
“I know baby, but I’ll be right back okay? Don’t cry baby please.” He begs as he wipes the stray tears from your soft cheeks, his own eyes showing regret and guilt at leaving just after he had gotten back.
“Please don’t leave.” You beg staring into the blue orbs that you saw even when you closed your eyes every night, the eyes that you wanted to see on your own children one day.
“I have to.” He mumbles, his forehead dropping to rest against yours, his eyes squeezing shut when more tears escape your beautiful eyes. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, a goodbye kiss, before he’s leaving you once again, halting in the doorway to mumble the worlds he says every time he leaves.
“I love you y/n, no matter what.” And then he’s gone in a burst of flames cutting through the snowfall of the winter morning, leaving you behind to cry into his cold pillow as the news flickers from your phone as you follow along with the active threat he is fighting for the world.
The snow blankets the dark streets of your hometown, the soft brown wood of your front door sounding the three knocks waking you from your slumber. Confused and slightly afraid you sliding your warm slippers over your feet and shuffle to the front door, wrapping your arms around yourself when the open door lets the chill into your home.
Standing on the other side of the door is Susan Storm, her face red and streaked with tear tracks, Reed Richards and Ben, the three of them all looking as heartbroken as the other. Maybe if you weren’t still shaking off sleep you would have put the dots together right then and there, but you didn’t.
“Sue? What’s going on.” She just shakes her head and turns to hide her now wet with tears face in Reed’s chest, his own eyes red rimmed as Ben takes the lead and takes a step closer to you.
“Y/n I’m so sorry, Johnny he..we tried to save him.” Ben mumbles, his words shocking you for minute as you finally understand why they’re at your front door at 4am. You shake your head as you feel the breath kicked out of your lungs, your vision blurry as tears erupt in your eyes.
“N-No he said he’d be right back.” You stumble out as you take several steps back, not hearing Ben’s words as he tries to guide you to a seat. The first sob that releases itself from your throat hurts the worst, the pure agony that follows is nothing short of heartbreak as the remain superheros watch you fall to the ground in pieces as you finally understand that the love of your life was never coming back.
“No. He can’t be gone.” You sob while staring helplessly at Ben, his chin lowered as his bottom lip quivers.
“We tried y/n, he wouldn’t let any of us take his place.” Reed says as he takes a step forward, kneeling next to you in an attempt to comfort you.
“You should have stopped him!” You scream, your arms wrapping around your stomach protectively as the tears flow steadily, not even paying attention to the others as they try to comfort you. Your hands rest protectively on the slight bump, the small life already growing in your stomach that now only depends on you as its sole protector. The only living part of Johnny Storm that remains.
His child.
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Bonnie Bennett believed she'd finally discovered her good enough ending. Yet, like most things in her life good enough goes left and leaves her with another ending. Or, perhaps a fire beginning...Journey with everyone's favorite Bennett Witch to the Viking Era for much needed lessons in devotion, courtesy the Lothbrok brothers.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
AN: Alright Bennett Fandom this one here is a bit different from what you're used to. Okay this one here is a bit different than I'm used to. Francesca has recently rediscovered Vikings and with it the sons of Ragnar. And don't you know she wouldn't rest until she brought our favorite Bennett Witch into their mess! As if our girl didn't already have her own problems. SMFH! So thanks to my lovely muse, here we are with a whole lot of trifling savagery that I'm just not so sure about. But as always I'll let you be the judge if this WIP lives to see another update. Flame it or acclaim it in comments.
“You know as much as I’ve savored the joy of tormenting you over the years-,” Klaus began.
“No,” Bonnie shook her head. She’d tried to go along with his final request. Really she did, but how could she? When in the end all he’d be was gone. “I’m sorry, bae. We’re not doing this.”
Rebekah’s eyes rolled. She released a drawn out exhale that hadn’t been necessary for her since wood ash and pointed stick tattoos were a thing. “Bonnie, don’t ruin this for him! Permit him whatever comfort he demands. He shoulders a burden you’d never be able to fathom. Can you not allow him to experience but one moment of grace? A moment Hope will undoubtedly cling to after he’s gone.”
“No, Rebekah! I’m not about to listen as the man I love gives us all a corny goodbye and pretend to be okay with it. And why the hell should Hope have a moment to cling to when she could have her father?” She gave her head another firm shake. “No, this is not okay with me,” her voice rose as she drilled visual holes through each of them. Klaus tried to shut her down with an arm around the shoulders but she curved him with a shrug, all while committing ocular homicide on him in the process. “So why the hell is it okay with you, Hybrid?” Her scorn riddled gaze darted from him back to his so called family. “Or any of you?”
“You must’ve been down on Bourbon sipping on that Absinthe again if you believe any of this shit is okay with us,” Marcel waved her off barely sparing her a glance. “We all just know Klaus is gonna do whatever Klaus wants no matter how any of us feels about it. The most dangerous place you can be when his mind’s made up is in his way. So I suggest you step out of it.”
Her neck snapped back as if she’d taken a two piece to the chin. “You think I’m afraid of the big bad wolf? I wasn’t at seventeen and if I thought for a second it would save him, I’d put his ass back in the dirt again. I take care of my own, Marcel. No matter the dangers or consequences,” she jabbed a thumb at her hybrid, “And make no mistake, that Original pain in the ass over there is mine.”
“Cute.” Marcel laughed as he rubbed at the corners of his mouth. “Bonnie, we’re his family. Each of us have known, feared, hated, respected, and loved him long before even your parents’ parents became an idea. Hell, even after everything he’s dragged me through, there’s not a drop of blood I wouldn’t bleed for him.”
“Then stand behind those words and do something, Marcel,” she pleaded, because at this point she wasn’t above begging for the only bright spot remaining in the dim bleakness that had become her life seven years before.
“What would you have us do, Bonnie?” Elijah questioned in a barely engaged tone.
Bonnie turned to consider him. A perpetual moroseness now cloaked the one she’d once believed to be noble. His arrogance hadn’t been quite the same since the restoration of his memories. More and more he’d begun to remind her of Finn. She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine. Since discovering what Klaus planned to do, she’d toyed with an idea she’d vowed never to indulge. Yet, under the weight of impossible desperation such vows could not stand.
“The eternal witch spell should be evoked,” she said.
“By whom?” Kol questioned. His chocolate browns moved from Freya to Hope. When both appeared to know less than him his disbelieving gawk returned to her. “You?!” Laughter burst from his mouth. “Oh Darling, I’ve witnessed that spell make a supernatural mess of the most talented witches to ever recite a chant. There’s only one destined to master the eternal witch incantation and her sorcery is said to be unmatched.” His knowing gaze drifted to Hope, and then back to her. “There’s no way you’re powerful enough to undertake the task. You’re not even the strongest witch on this block.”
Bonnie flinched. Damn it, if Kol hadn’t DOA’ed her pride. When the hell did he jump on the Bennett hate train? To hear how far his opinion of her plummeted sort of burned.
She nodded. “Okay, if not me why not Davina. You tend to enjoy blowing her horn. If she’s all you claim her to be, get her here. I’ll happily bow down if her being greater than me will save him.” She jerked her head in Klaus’ direction.
“No!” Marcel barked.
“Leave my wife out of this.” Kol zipped across the distance separating them to tower over her. His original face no longer concealed by his human deception.
Klaus rocketed forward to place himself between she and Kol. “Step away from my fiancé, baby brother. For if you harm her then you’ll be joining me in the afterlife. To hell with your bloody dagger and box.”
Ignoring Kol’s and Klaus’ dagger and the box bit, her distressed stare collided with Freya’s. “What about you? Will you help me save your brother?”
“Bonnie, that spell is much too dangerous. Even for me.” The blondes eyes offered her a thousand apologies but not one solution. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it…not now.”
Her desperation bottomed out to despair as her gaze took a hail Mary launch to the supposedly most powerful witch in the room. “Hope?”
The room erupted. You’d think she’d offered the girl a crack pipe. When she was Hope’s age she was taking down well…her dad.
“Bonnie!” Elijah yelled.
“This is madness,” Rebekah growled, taking a step in their direction. “Nik tell her!”
“We’ve already talked about this, Bekah.” Marcel shook his head and tugged Rebekah back to his side. “That doesn’t concern us.” Bonnie heard Marcel mutter.
Klaus spun away from Kol to regard her. He grabbed her face and cradled her cheeks in his palms. “Everything’s going to be alright, Love.” He whispered, before brushing his lips against hers. Liquid pain disturbed the stillness of his crystal blue stare and contradicted the hell out of his reassurance.
“How?” She tugged herself free of his grasp. “How’s everything going to be alright? You’ll be dead and then what? Life goes on? Fuck that! I’m not about to stand here and mourn a defeat I haven’t loss yet!” She whirled away and marched from the gathering. Her decision made.
Once out of sight, she hurried towards their bedroom. Inside, she closed the door and locked it. The barrier wouldn’t hold her hybrid, but the fraction of time it would provide may be all she needed to complete the spell. She fell to her knees next to the mattress. Carefully, she tugged the blanket from underneath the bed. The already prepared altar and ingredients slid out. She stared down at the athamae and exhaled. Second thoughts plagued her mental, but she shook them away. She’d come this far already. The time to bitch up and forget about it had come and gone. Now was the time to do and die, literally.
She picked up the dagger and called forth every ounce of mystical energy which bled through her veins. A swell of Bennett sorcery overwhelmed the room. Pictures rattled on the walls. The balcony doors blew open and the glass shattered. Furniture not nailed down whipped about the room like she’d caught a ride in a tornado. Steeling her nerves, she continued. She called forth her psychic energy, her huntress energy. Any and everything supernatural about her she offered to the Goddess of all in exchange for an eternity of knowledge and the fated eternal mate destined to help her defeat the Hollow.
After relinquishing her all to the Creator she sliced open her palm. Blood gushed from the wound and saturated the ingredients. A searing light illuminated the room. The bargain was struck and accepted. Now the sacrifice. She swallowed and raised the blade. Aiming it at the center of her chest, she closed her eyes.
“Bonnie, no!” Klaus’ voice penetrated the white noise blaring throughout the room. “Love, don’t do this. You won’t survive.”
She opened her eyes. He stood just beyond the enchantment circle, attempting to force his way into the barrier. “Neither will you if I don’t. Besides, if it doesn’t work I’d rather be in the ground anyway than breathe without you, Klaus.”
“Bonnie, please,” he pled as he dropped to his knees. He slammed his fist against the barrier. “Please, don’t do this. We’ll find another way. You have my word, Love!”
A sad smile flirted with her lips. “You’re lying, Klaus. If there was another way then it would already be the plan.” She plunged the blade into the cradle of her breasts. A piercing burn penetrated her chest.
“No!” Klaus’ bellow seared layers from her punctured heart. The storm of mystical energy whipping about ceased.
Her knees buckled. Klaus caught her before the ground could and cuddled her close. She attempted to talk, but a wheeze whistled pass her lips instead.
“No, Love, don’t speak.” He bit into his wrist and placed the bleeding extremity to her mouth. His blood might as well had been battery acid because she’d bet dollars to air it burned the same. Hacking coughs damn near shook her frame apart by the joints. “Why the sodding hell isn’t this working?”
“I-It’s the s-spell,” she managed to utter. “M-my death is the p-price of a-admission.”
Tears trickled from his eyes onto her face. “Why did I have to go and love you, Little Witch?” He demanded, looking beyond confused.
“B-Because its what we b-both needed at the time and no m-matter how this turns out I’ll always be indebted to you for giving me a reason. L-Love you, Hybrid…always and f-forever.” His face faded until nothing but darkness surrounded her.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
The abyss gave way to blinding lights. Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut. A cacophony of sounds battered her auditory senses. The eardrum rupturing racket nearly distracted her from the violent rocking motion. A violent rocking motion which would no doubt wrought absolute fuckery on her cyclic vomiting syndrome. Right along with the tang of salt-water, unwashed bodies, and rotten fish. The potpourri of funk came close to singeing the lining of her nostrils.
A familiar acrid burn tickled the back of her throat. On cue her belly spun a series of gold medal winning somersaults. Oh this was going to happen. Her lack of sight heightened her senses and made her that much more sensitive to all the upchuck factors swirling about her. Unable to continue to live in the darkest part of her denial and remain vomit free, she opened her eyes. The brightest day she'd ever had to tolerate greeted her light discriminating gaze. She closed her eyes once more. What in the extreme fuck? Was this some kind of hell dimension? Is that why she was only a five minute drive away from the damn sun? Oh Goddess no!
"Cade?!" She growled.
The acrid burn that flirted with the back of her throat developed a sour chunky consistency. Once again she forced her eyes open...and blinked. She was on a vessel that appeared to have hailed straight out of Vikings. Damning the unnecessary brightness and her afterlife in general, she turned and tossed up the entire contents of her stomach over the boats edge. The seafood gumbo from Rousseau's she loved nearly as much as Klaus shot from her mouth and floated one way while the wind and Hades' cruiser sailed her in another.
As gravity took her down exhaustion fucked her over. She rested her cheek on the boat's wooden ledge. Drops of putrid salt water splashed her face. Yet, her fucks to give was at a negative zero low. Not only was she dead, but more than likely so was Klaus. She'd failed him...she'd failed them. Not even eternity would be long enough to make that shit okay.
Bonnie's vision blurred. Her chest throbbed. She clawed at the pounding ache between her breasts. Goddess, it's a wonder her chest didn't have a gaping hole in it after everything her heart had lost. Shaking her latest failure from her thoughts, she turned to slouch back to the boat's floor. She then lifted her gaze to assess her surroundings. Various shades of irises gawked back at her. She froze. Oh damn! Just her luck the water was sacred. She opened her mouth to offer an apology, but snapped it closed. Wait...why the hell did everyone look like extras from the Last Kingdom?
Slowly, her gaze dropped from the filthy hairy men towering over her to what she wore. The burlap sack dress she donned stopped her ever ticking clock. And based on the breeze cooling her cakes, her La Perla's had opted to skip the journey to the other side. Her back teeth clenched. In what kind of after life had she been dropped? Was this some kind of Viking hell? Had she somehow been granted eternity with Klaus in his hereafter?
The shifting of bodies snaked her attention from Kanye's spring wear to the now parting beefy men. A sight which had her questioning her sanity emerged. Bjorn Lothbrok or at any rate the actor who portrayed him in Vikings. Was he dead and stuck on the Otherside also? Wait, was Alexander Ludwig even supernatural?
"You're not one of the slaves who was captured during the raid. One of your hue, I would've remembered." The head Viking in charge edge that resonated in Bjorn's or Alexander's voice snatched her from her contemplations. "How've you come to be upon this ship?" When she opened her mouth to speak the cold sharpened point of a sword pierced the hollow of her throat. "Speak to me of canards or sagas and I shall open your gullet."
She hesitated for a moment. What could she say? The truth would definitely get her neck split wide. "I-I'm not sure. Before...when I closed my eyes, I was somewhere else and now that I've opened them, I'm..." she glanced from the horror frozen faces of the crewmen to the beyond frightened slaves. The poor shackled souls huddled away from her in the ship crevices and corners on either side of her. She swallowed and allowed her gaze to return to Bjorn. "I'm here."
"Oh my god," she heard one of the slaves mutter in a tone that, to her surprise, sounded annoyed?
His scoff sliced the disbelief inspired silence in half. He withdrew the biting tip of his sword from her throat and sheathed it in the scabbard at his side. "Bind her hands to her feet and toss her over."
The ship erupted in a flurry of movement. Two overfed red-haired and even redder faced Viking men moved to grab her. She nearly projectile vomited her heart from her mouth.
"I know what I'm saying sounds apeshit, but I swear on everything I love, Alexander," she said slowly uttering the name and searching his face for a flare of recognition. When nothing sparked in his expression she stammered on, "I-I'm telling the truth. Please, you have to believe me, Bjorn!" A flicker of curiosity narrowed his glare. Bingo! "You can't let them kill me! Please, I don't wanna die again!"
"Halt!" He bellowed, raising a hand to stop the men from advancing, "How've you come to know of my name?"
Shit! She pressed her lips together as her mind flipped through a too short list of plausible explanations that wouldn't get her burned at a stake for witchcraft. "I-I've dreamt of you a-and of this moment." There, that didn't sound too bad. One thing she'd learned from Klaus, watching Vikings, and Google, is ancient Northman actually revered oracles and seers.
"You've dreamt of me?" He knelt before her, arresting her stare with a penetratingly incandescent blue gaze. At a deliberate methodical pace, his eyes crept over her face. Her lungs threatened to collapse under the thorough scrutiny. "Of this moment?" Unable to look anywhere other than in the irises that burned brighter than the now blazing sun, her head bobbed. A smile enticed the corners of his mouth. "Then why fear what you know will follow? Have you not prepared well to meet your fate?"
"Not if my fate resides at the bottom of the ocean," she said with a firm shake of the head, "That's an introduction I'd like to cur—avoid indefinitely."
His head tilted just so as he continued to regard her. "Name yourself."
"Bonnie Bennett," she answered.
A golden brow lifted. "Bonnie Bennett of where?"
"New-M-Mystic Falls...Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls."
"I have never heard of a land with such a name," he huddled a bit closer to her, "in which direction does your homeland lie?"
Before she could answer, thick gun metal gray clouds rolled across the azure sky and swallowed the glaring sun. A sonic boom exploded somewhere in the distance, while blue streaks of lightening zigzagged its way through the stodgy swirls of gloom. And if the situation wasn't already atom splitting serious, fat drops of rain and hail the size of golf balls began to pelt them.
"This storm is unnatural!" A seaman yelled.
"What in the name of Odin will become of us? None of us shall discover the gates of Valhalla at the bottom of the sea!" A ruddy face old man with a scraggly beard roared at anyone who appeared to be listening.
Another much younger seaman, maybe a little older than herself, turned an anxious stare on Bjorn. "Do you believe the All Father has forsaken us, Ironside?"
Bjorn opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by a blonde slave girl who pointed a finger in her direction, "It's her! Her very presence displeases the gods. You should heave her over and pray the sacrifice appeases them."
"You sound dumb as hell! It's no wonder you're in chains," Bonnie snapped, regretting her words as soon as they left her lips. Stupidity had nothing to do with forced captivity. Yet, that bitch had some damn nerve.
"No one will be heaving anyone over," Bjorn said, while standing from his crouch, "Raise the sails and provide the slaves with pails so they may began dumping water from the ship's floor."
A surge of magic thickened the air. The foreign sorcery incited something within her. Something unfamiliar. A bucket was pushed in her face. She took the wooden pail without looking away from the sea. The very stench of alien witchery agitated her own strange mystical energy. The fiery heat of her somehow altered super charged power practically scorched the inner lining of her veins as it raced through her vessels. Who would dare interrupt the supernatural and natural balance on this scale without justification? It was like using a heat seeking missile to take out a mosquito. Un-fucking-called for!
Instead of allowing the now aggressive powers within her the retribution it sought, she settled just to keep the occupants on the ship safe. So, while she dumped water from the boat's floor, she chanted under her breath. Soon, a protective shield formed around them in an elusive form of the previous sunny day. The Vikings and slaves alike erupted in praises to Odin.
"Yep," Bonnie forced a smile. "Praise Odin!"
"Come, Mystical One," Bjorn stood over her, his shadow casting her much needed shade.
Distrust and her impromptu guest starring role on a show which highlighted the fact that Vikings had no problems raping captives, raised her guards. Though realms out of her element, she was far from ignorant.
Her gaze moved over him in an attempt to size him up. "Where?"
"To the prow," He gestured towards the front of the ship before snatching the pail from her hands, and then tossing it aside. "I wish to learn more about you and this numinous land named Mystic Falls." When she took too long to follow he locked his hands behind his back and considered her. "If I wanted to lie with you then all I need do is have you. Do you believe anyone here would be minded to protect you?"
She lifted her chin as she glanced about the ship to see not one person watching them for concern purposes. Every eye she caught on them looked to be pre-historic Shade Room and TMZ reporters. If they had tea kettles back then they'd no doubt be ready to spill the damn things. No, Bjorn spoke the truth. No one on that confoundingly long boat would lift a calloused palm to help her.
"Alright." Exhaling, she stood and leveled him with a glare even a PMS'ing demon would be incapable of exacting. "But fair warning, no one on this ship can protect me better than me. And make no mistake, I'm not above defending my own honor."
He reached out and took her hand in his. "That is a certainty about you of which I'll never be mistaken, Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls."
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How about the yandere Bakugou Izuku and Shouto with a laidback darling like “oh you kidnapped me that’s cool want some pizza?”
Ouuuuuu <3333
Good request! All of the characters will be aged up! They are all pro hero’s!
My request box is still open so feel free to send in anything <3
Enjoy~
Warnings ⚠️ occasional explicit content, yandere, Kiddnaping.
If you’re uncomfortable with any of theses topics please scroll past
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How would yandere bnha boys react to a laidback darling.
Bakugo, Katsuki
He kidnapped you because you don’t know how to take care of yourself.
Your a college student, finials are a coming up, so, you had pulled a couple of all-nighters.
You may have over estimated your ability to stay awake.
3 days straight, barely eating, and when you did it was either coffee or a quick junk snack.
As always he was stalking watching over you, to make sure you’re safe, how could he not? You’re just too soft for this world.
He wasn’t totally sure but you looked like you hadn’t slept at all in the past few days.
And he could practically see how malnourished you were!
He was growing angrier by the second you can’t even take care of yourself!
You put school and your grades above everything, even your health.
He couldn’t have that.
So, on your way home when you ran straight into his chest he held you firmly against him, pressing a rag over your face.
Honestly, he probably didn’t even need the chloroform, you were so malnourished and sleep deprived that you practically passed out from the shock immediately.
He prepared for you to struggle, cry, scream, punch, kick, fight, anything.
But when you woke up, you only asked for your textbooks?
He refused you saying that you wouldn’t need them anymore, he could easily provide for the both of you.
He again, expected you to protest.
“Huh? But what about my collage debt?”
That’s what you’re concerned about?
He laughed saying he already paid them off.
The two of you had met when he was in his last year at U.A. your school had done a week long exchange program.
It didn’t take long for you to consume his every thought.
You two grew close very quickly in your short time there and even exchanged numbers.
The two of you still kept in contact.
He finally asked.
“Why aren’t you scared?”
You tilted your head at him confused.
“Why would I be? I mean- I trust you. Sure you were a bit forceful but... we’re friends right?”
You just solidifyed his obsession.
Honestly, you just vibe the whole day. No school, no tests, no work.
Plus Katsukis cooking is to die for!
He buys you anything you want considering how well behaved you are.
If you ask for anything electronic he takes off any form of communication apps just in case.
Since your so well behaved if you ask nice enough he’ll take you on walks around the local park.
If you’re ever lonely if you ask enough he’ll buy you a pet as long as you don’t give them more attention then him.
He’s never letting you go, but it doesn’t seem like you mind too much.
Midoriya, Izuku
He would ‘save’ you the second your in any type of danger.
You had been a fan of his since his debut, almost immediately going out to buy a pair of DEKU™️ themed shoes.
You met him on the train on your daily commute to work almost a year after his debut.
You still had the same shoes, now paired with a deku themed hoodie.
You died and went to heaven when he took a seat next to you.
You took a double take.
He sensed your nervousness and tilted his head to look over at you.
His eyes lit up when he saw his merch on such a pretty girl.
“Hi there! I like your shoes!”
You looked like you were overheating at this point.
“Hi! Ah thank you~”
He had to hold himself back from gushing about how cute you were.
The two of you chatted more and slowly you got more comfortable around him.
So when you informed him that your stop would be coming up in a few seconds he quickly wrote his number down and slipped it into your bag without you noticing.
You caught his interst.
Izuku couldn’t get you off his mind the rest of the day so when he got a text from you around lunch he was ecstatic!
The relationship bloomed from there.
He knew your schedule by heart.
Which means he knew how late you worked and that you walked home.
He always tried to get you to take the train or a more popular road but you never listened.
He got off of work early today and decided to admire you from the shadows on your walk home.
He would be forever glad he was there that day.
You were jumped by a group of men and neither of you wanted to know what would have happened if he wasn’t there.
He didn’t even bother knocking you out he just took you to his apartment dropped you on his bed locked all the doors and left to go ‘take care’ of the low life’s who thought they could mess with what’s his.
It was almost morning by the time he got back to his apartment he took a deep breath and held it excepting to run at him or scream.
When he opened the door he was instead met with soft breathing.
There you were, as beautiful as ever snuggling into his pillow in his shirt.
He almost came his pants as his eyes traveled you body.
He had to physically stop himself and instead went to go take a shower.
You didn’t even question anything, you just asked if you could grab some of your stuff from your old apartment.
He was over the moon.
The whole day he would just be clinging to your side as you grabbed anything you needed from your old apartment.
Takes you out on a bunch of mini dates in the park.
The public is obsessed With your relationship.
Anything you want you got it immediately.
Need to go clothes shopping? On it.
A new phone? On its way.
Craving chocolate? Already in the kitchen.
HE SPOILS YOU SM.
Please pay him back in cuddles.
He melts.
Knows exactly what you want even before you do.
He gives you the most freedom but don’t take it for granted.
Todoroki, Shoto
He would strike out of jealousy.
You had been invited out to a local bar by a couple of your colleagues at work.
You agreed naturally.
You had worked under Shoto as an assistant for years now and yet, you only ever had eyes for him.
He didn’t care at first when you went out he would be watching the whole time so there’s no risk of you getting hurt.
What he didn’t expect was for you to willingly go off with a drunk stranger.
The man had talked to you for a bit before asking if you wanted to go somewhere warmer as the bar was quite cold.
You were too gullible for this cruel world.
One of the reasons he fell so hard for you.
So he followed the two of you, his rage building with each step.
When he saw the same man pin you against the cold brick wall of an ally way he snapped.
“That’s not how you treat a lady. Why don’t you let her go and we can do this the easy way?”
The man couldn’t tell who he was from the shadows and even if he could he was too drunk off his ass to make the right decision.
“Heh? Ehat could you do about it ‘eirdo besides tfhis little lady an’ I were just having a some fun.”
Shoto let flames erupt off of his body in waves once he had you behind him and safe.
The man wa slept burnt half to death and left to die in the snow.
When he had you back to his apartment you were to dazed to protest as he tied you to the head bord.
Not that you would’ve.
Almost a week passed.
He still hadn’t untied you out of paranoia. He would feed you and make sure you drank enough water. 
You thought you were going to die of boredom.
But you need him to trust you right?
When your ropes came undone and slipped off when he left you almost cried.
Would he be mad?
So you spent the next few hours trying to tie yourself back up.
You had started to cry out of frustration not hearing the man enter the room.
“Y/n? What are you doing?”
You looked at him with a face similar to ‘🥺’ and ‘😭’
“Th-the roAps c-came undone when you left and- and- and I couldn’t get them back on.”
He almost melted from happiness.
He regretted leaving you tied up for the past week.
Constant snuggles.
Lots of love.
Would be the most hesioto let you outside.
Just give him puppy dog eyes and you can get at least a half an hour at the park.
KISS HIS SCAR KISS HIS SCAR KISS HI-
This boy is touch starved and constantly needy.
Could never yell at you especially when your this well behaved.
He loves you more than anything and you know that, so what’s the point in running if you love him just as much?
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Chapter Thirty-Nine:
I figure that the best way to do this is from the beginning. I stand, rigid, at the front of the group, hand extended in front of me. I let the flames take shape as a visual aid, and I begin. I start by explaining and showing that I am from a different universe, one where they are all fictional characters in comic books and movies. Emphasizing my points with memories dancing through the flames. During my explanation of myself I purposely and carefully leave out anything about my personal life and my family. I tell them that they are the heroes that so many people look up to and idolize.
“You guys, without knowing it, have helped people across different universes. Where I’m from, there aren’t heroes as there are here. There aren’t powers, or magic. But there is always tragedy or trauma wherever you look in some form or another. Each of you has proven true strength isn’t the power one can wield, but the courage to overcome and help those around you. And that has given so many, including myself the strength to overcome our own battles. I may not know your favorite book, or childhood game, but the things I do know about each of you; your pasts and your futures continuously illustrate the strength of your heart.”
Tony is choosing to look anywhere but at me. Most of the group looks a bit overwhelmed by my show of emotion and sentiment. Clint looks like he is still processing the other universe bit.
I figure that if the timeline is moving as I think it is, we still have time before Ultron. So I give an overarching summary of everything about them until now, avoiding any information that has already happened that they don’t know. Detailing what happened in D.C. and what would have happened. I emphasize that I only want to change things when I can and for the better.
“And because I know what has happened, and will, and I care about each of you…” I look at each individual before I continue, “Please trust me when I say that I want to make sure that everyone of you is safe and that I would never intentionally hurt anyone.”
“You’re kinda freaking me out a bit here, Elsa.”
“How is she Elsa? She has a flame in her hand?” Clint asks no one in particular.
I conjure a few snowflakes to fall lightly onto Clint. “Oh.”
“Sorry Tony. I just want to reaffirm that you can trust me.”
He nods and I look at Loki-wolf, who up until now was sitting silently next to me.
“This isn’t a pet. This is Loki.” I extinguish my flame and gesture over to see a green light shimmer. Standing there is Loki.
Instead of his Asgardian leather, he is wearing black jeans and a deep green sweater. (After feeling the fabric weeks ago while shopping in Malibu, the god had quickly grown to like the comfort afforded by Midgardian clothing.) But now as he stands next to me, he seems to shrink into himself under the murderous glares from around the room. It only takes a split second before yelling and chaos erupts.
“He threw me out a window!” “He brainwashed me and kidnapped me!” “He murdered 80 people in three days, not including the battle!” Tony, Clint, and Nat’s voices overlap adding to the weight pressing on Loki’s shoulders. I glance at Bruce who seems to look a bit green. I quickly blow a gust of air around the room, specifically targeting the three whose voices are carrying. This surprises the men into a quiet state but earns a cold stare from Nat.
“Just hear me out. And please keep calm.” I glance back to Bruce who is still looking a bit green.
“Why? Y/N, tell me why I should trust you! You brought a psycho murderer into my home and lied about it!” Hearing him say my name instead of a usual nickname stings.
“Because Tony! I knew you would respond just like this. But please let me explain!”
“Go ahead. Justify and explain away the death and destruction he caused.”
“Please tell us what makes all our trauma okay?” Clint cuts in, eyes hard and stoney. I know that I am not making a good first impression with the archer. So I decide to address him head on.
“Clint, what did it feel like to have no control? To have someone deciding your every movement?”
He sputters at my questions, disbelief clouding his features. “What did it feel like?” He echoes at me and I nod in response. “Have you ever had someone pick your brain and play? Pull you out, stuff something else in. Do you know what it’s like to be unmade? It felt like I was drowning but still able to breathe. Pressure pounding into your skull, another presence crammed in there with you. Everything was like a horror flick, seeing everything unfold-”
“But not being able to change a single thing or even ask for help.” Loki finishes his sentence, looking up from the floor to look at him as he places a hand on my shoulder. Whether he does this to comfort me or himself, I am not sure.
“I cannot take back any actions or words. They have already occurred and caused damage. But I do want to explain that my actions were not my own.”
Silence fills the room as Tony looks around wildly.
“Are we seriously listening to this? Rogers you have yet to speak up. Are you suddenly okay with the Boy Who Would Be King?”
“That’s because he is telling the truth, Tony.”
“How can you believe a word that he says?”
“Because he has only protected Y/N, and helped since coming back. He helped us to rescue Bucky and capture Pierce and Rumlow. Because there is photo proof, And because we have other teammates that have been brainwashed and controlled before and they were given second chances.”
Tony grumbles, “What kind of proof?”
“JARVIS, can you pull up photos of Loki from the Battle of New York.”
“Right away, Captain Rogers.”
The screen lights up behind me and I step out of the way, pulling Loki to the side with me. Images of the carnage whiz by before a photo of a close up of Loki freezes on the display.
“Well?” demands Tony.
“Can’t you see?” I ask him, pointing towards the photo.
“I don’t see-” Tony gets cut off by Bruce, the green tint fading from his skin.
“The eyes, Tony.”
“What about?- Oh.”
“JARVIS, could you also pull up an image of Clint while he was under the influence of the scepter?” I ask.
Another image pops up. Both figures on the screen share an almost blank look with vivid blue eyes. Clint is still giving Loki a death glare,
“So what if he was controlled? He murdered 80 people in three days before causing untold destruction. Thor should take out the trash to Asgard.”
“Be careful how you speak about my family and a Prince of Asgard, Barton.”
The two start a stare down, glaring at one another, neither looking like they are going to back down.
“Please everyone calm down.” I walk over and place myself in between the two men.
“We’re not asking you to forget anything, just to give him a chance.” I can see them start to think it over. Tony and Bruce clearly weighing the pros and cons. Nat looks resigned to the whole situation, but Clint still looks angry.
“If I may say something?” Loki asks. I glance back at him.
Are you okay?
I will be.
“I will agree to whatever terms you may deem necessary in order to prove that I mean no ill-will and to make you more comfortable with my presence.”
Nat shrugs and looks at Tony and Bruce who seem to be having a silent conversation.
After a beat, Bruce speaks up. “Okay Loki. There are some conditions.” Loki nods while Clint silently seethes at the verdict. “The first being you aren’t allowed to leave the common floor or living floors of the tower without a guardian or express agreement from Tony or Steve. The guardians should include Thor or Y/N whenever possible. Second-”
“Second,” Tony cuts in, stepping towards me, “he is your and Thor’s responsibility. He steps a toe out of line and it’s your head on the chopping block, kid.”
Although his tone is still angry. I can tell that he will forgive me in time, the use of a nickname reassuring me.
“And third,” This time Steve pipes in, “he helps the team. You with developing your gifts and helping Bucky. And if or when the time comes, missions.”
Both Loki and I nod at his rule.
“On that note. What’s his deal? I thought that Captain Cold was a one of a kind relic, now he comes in a darker flavor?” Tony snarks, looking at Bucky with curious eyes.
“Well on the subject of mind control,” I begin.
“What is it with you and collecting formly mind controlled, dark haired, and I’m now assuming ex-mass murderer?”
I feel a blush creep over my cheeks.
“Well… I… Ah…” I stumble over my words, but Steve steps up to save me.
“He was my best friend, brother really, growing up in Brooklyn, When the war started he was drafted. You know my story, but when I rescued the 107th from Hydra, what I didn't know was that they were doing human experiments.”
I can see Bucky visibly stiffening in his seat. Eyes focused on the blank space of the table in front of him, with his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. I want to go over and comfort him, but the atmosphere of the room is already so fragile, so instead I swirl a gust of warm air, just around him. The breeze gives him the gentle hug that I want and he makes eye contact with me. He gives me a brief nod and turns his attention to Steve who is telling Bucky’s story with Hydra, at least the parts that he knows of.
“They planted code words in him, if someone were to say them, it would-”
“Trigger the Winter Soldier.” Bucky speaks up.
“And who is the Winter Soldier?” Bruce asks, more curious than anything else.
“He is who they made me to be.”
“They forced him to do a lot of awful things, Tony. All I ask is for everyone to be understanding.”
“I may not be your biggest fan, Rogers. But if we can give Twisted Sister a second chance, your life long blood brother deserves the same.”
“Thank you, Tony.”
“I have a feeling that everyone here should have some serious therapy. But since we are more self medicate or work until we’re dead types, the meeting adjourned for now.” Tony claps his hands, dismissing the gathered group. As everyone gets up to leave, Steve claps his hand on Tony’s shoulder.
“Could you hang back a second with me and Y/N? There is one more thing that you should know.”
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