#how they let charlotte be upset and hurt and worried without being mean

[mikimeiko]

Bodies | 06. The World is Yours

[princessroyal95]

My wife. My life (Charlotte Cracker x Reader)

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. If you don't like this type of content, don't read on, even if it means you'll lose information about the story.

I am complaining of pain! Damn Katakuri and his ways of leaving me on the floor! I love my brother, but I hate it when they throw me on the floor and I have a terrible pain in my back. I admit, I don't like being hurt. I had enough of receiving that blow and having this scar on my face. It's been a long time since that, but it's like all that happened yesterday.

I just want to get this fucking workout over with and go home. Katakuri doesn't seem to like the idea that I'm getting weak. I get a long sigh from him as he squats down to keep up with me. I just get a disapproving look.

"If Mom was watching you, she would have already taken your commanding position."

"And also the post of cookie minister." I hear my little sister Smoothie talking, who has a cup in her hand.

"You don't have to rub that in my face! I'll put my whole body in it until I can sit down." I know I'm getting weak.

"You must have a blank mind. Lately I see you worrying, it is not normal for you." Katakuri extends a hand to me to help me up, which I accepted.

"Is it because of ___?"

I don't even answer Smoothie's question. What's more, my mind goes blank for a few moments thinking clearly about what was happening to me. Could it be because Mom is rushing me to have a grandchild?

"Please tell me you at least slept with her."

"And you're young enough to ask such questions!" It's okay that she's 25, but fuck!

"And you're a 35-year-old man who hasn't fucked his wife yet! You've been married for a year!"

"Smoothie..."

"Sorry, nii-san." Smothie bows her head apologizing.

And I don't blame her. Yes, I've been married to ___ for a year now. Mom didn't really like the idea of one of her sons who is in charge of the commander's post having to get married since, according to her, it was a misdirect. Our obligation is to protect Mom and the kingdom from anyone.

All that changed when a powerful family arrived and wanted to form an alliance with Mom. What they proposed was to give them military weapons in exchange for their daughter marrying one of their sons. At first, she wanted to form an alliance with Perospero; however, the father of this young woman said that he preferred his daughter to marry one of his commanders. And without further ado, Mother agreed to let me marry her.

The truth is that I did not like the idea of getting married. I wanted to continue living my life as a single man and keep my eye on the ball. But I mustn't upset Mother because of what I agreed to.

The next day, after the alliance, I had to meet in person this young woman who, from what I heard, was five years younger than me. Well at least it wasn't a girl who had just turned 18. The young woman was waiting for me at the fountain near Mother's castle. She had her back to me so I couldn't see her face. And when she heard my footsteps, she turned completely around where I could see her beauty.

I remember that moment as if it were yesterday. I was stunned to see her. I didn't know how to react, especially with that smile she gave me. My sickly mind wanted to disfigure her; however, I held back and was able to admire such beauty. And the difference in size was quite enormous. I would say that her head reached the crotch area, so I'm not complaining. That way I wouldn't have to bend over.

When she spoke to me I was stunned by her voice. Sweet and velvety as if she were an angel. A creature that has fallen from heaven to sin with me. That sounded pretty good in my head. ___ calls out to me. A beautiful name for someone so young and so beautiful.

We kept talking until we didn't even realize it was night. We had a good time, I'll give you that. "You know? I heard that he was cruel and ruthless, but, knowing you, it's just the opposite", those were his words as she went off to her bedroom making my cheeks blush at such a confession. Why the hell do I get like an idiot in love when I'm around her?

And I know the answer. ___ made me feel special, like I was a child. I even acted like a child in front of her sometimes, laughing and cuddling. A love that I hadn't received in a long time from my mother or my brothers and sisters. A feeling that I had been longing for for a long time. I didn't want to admit it, but I was falling in love with her until the wedding day came.

I don't know why, but every time it was time to communicate that ___ was definitely going to be my wife, my nerves increased. Maybe because of the excitement of finding someone who liked her and treated me in a special way. God! I can't forget her dress! I had in front of me a goddess that even my brothers congratulated me on. I was sweating my ass off, afraid I was going to screw it up. And it wasn't like that. Everything turned out perfect thanks to her.

Every smile she gave me was a way of telling me not to worry that everything was going well. I feel so extremely stupid around her. She was always by my side talking to the guests and even broke the big cake that Mom had ordered. She is simply perfect in my eyes and you could tell by my smile every time I looked at her.

And now we live together as husband and wife on Biscuits Island where I am the minister of that place. The house is big enough to fit both of us. And on that very night of the wedding it was a great opportunity to hold her in my arms and feel her for the first time. I wished for it and I don't know how many times I dreamed of it. However, it didn't happen. "I'm still not ready to have sex with you," were some very harsh words to my head and my heart.

I decided to give her time to get used to this new life. And that meant sleeping on your own, too. Me in one room and her in another. Shit! Don't I know how to trust me? Why does she run away from me when I just want to be near her? And it's been a year now and we're back to square one. We look like complete strangers.

And now here I am, with my two brothers a little worried about the marriage if everything went well. It's great for me because I have a great wife who takes care of me and gives me all the love in the world. However, not having her for myself only makes me think of many things that are worse than death itself.

Without realizing it, I feel like someone is resting their hand on my shoulder making me look up and she was my sister. It makes me angry that she's taller than me, but she's half legged, after all.

"Why don't you talk to her? Talking solves things."

"It's not easy," I plead with my eyes closed.

"If you don't solve this problem, Mom won't hesitate to break the alliance." My eyes open wide when I hear Katakuri's words.

"I will never part with her! Never!" I shout to both of them facing each other. "Mom can't take away what makes me happy!"

"So work it out if you don't want things to get worse."

And he is right. Katakuri was always right about one thing. I sat down with my head and then I left that room ready to go to Biscuits Island. The truth is that it was already being done and it was about going home to be with her.

Just talking solves things, but what if we really don't solve things? Will Mom really break the alliance if I don't have a child with her? I don't mind having a child right now, I just want to share a bed with her. Waking up in the morning and knowing that she has been sleeping with me all night. To see her smile and to say good morning to me.

That's all I ask for in my life. Fuck! Is it that hard? Thanks to my sister Brûlée's mirrors I got home. It was a kind of shortcut and the truth is that my sister's ability was an advantage. I was already in front of my home. Big and luxurious made of all kinds of candy. I breathe in the atmosphere with all the tranquility of the world and then release it on my lips. It's now or never. I must talk to her.

I open the door of my house and the first thing I hear are the footsteps of ___ walking back and forth. At this hour I suppose she is setting the table.

"I'm home now," I shout, announcing my arrival as usual.

"Welcome, darling." And, as always, she welcomes me from the entrance with a smile. I blush like an idiot when she calls me like this, I'm not used to it. "I thought you were going to be late, you know, because of Katakuri-san's training."

"My brother actually took pity on me and let me go," I lie.

"That's great. Come, dinner is ready."

How this woman takes care of me. I'm a disaster for certain things and I just didn't expect my life to change because of her. My wife. I still didn't believe it. I smile like an idiot when I think of that name in my head.

My steps become firm as I approach the table with the dishes already on top of me. As neat as ever. I would have scattered everything without a second thought and eaten like a pig as I used to do when I was a child. And my eyes go to the kitchen which was not far away. I approach to lean on the entrance, watching my wife concentrate on her task. Fuck, in that position I would like to hug her. So small and so delicate. Although when she gets angry she is a thousand times worse than me.

"I must do it. It's my chance," with that thought in my head, I walk over to where I was ___ to lean my whole body over and embrace her, feeling her jump in surprise. God, how I missed this feeling of closeness to her. I feel calm and relaxed.

"Cracker, are you okay?"

"I'm great." I can't tell you how relaxed I feel being with you.

"Has Katakuri-san done anything to make you this way?"

"Like what?"

"Cuddly and unloving." She just laughs sweetly. "Although the truth doesn't bother me."

"You would never bother."

"When it comes to clothes scattered on the floor, yes."

"Because I am lazy at picking them up."

"You idiot."

"You idiot."

Now or never. This is my big chance. I want to do it with her, I've always wanted it and I've wanted it badly. I raise my arm to hold that ladle that was in her hand receiving a sound of surprise from her. Without waiting for it, I turn her completely around and without any effort, I make her sit on the countertop, thus having a little more height. My hands begin to run down her thighs, trying to tempt her. I want her to play along.

"Cracker, what are you doing?" From her tone of voice, I got the slight feeling that she wasn't liking it.

"Playing." A slightly hoarse sound comes out of my throat as I decide to lick her earlobe.

"Cracker, stop, I'm with the food."

"I want dessert," I say with a broad smile on my lips, "and it's right under my nose.

"Cracker...," she calls to me, but I ignore her completely. I just listen to my instinct that I wanted this so badly, "Cracker stop." My hands ascend to the inside of her thighs wanting to reach that forbidden part of her being. I feel my body starting to emanate that warmth that I know so well. I was getting excited about it. "Cracker stop!"

And, for the first time, after a year of marriage, I feel ___'s hands and legs leaning on my body and pushing me hard away from her. I just look at her in confusion without understanding why she rejected me like that. She always accepted every mime from me because she usually does it with me. Now it's different. Something strange resurfaces inside me. My heart was pumping hard without understanding why. I just looked at her in surprise.

I see how she embraces herself as if protecting herself from me. Is she afraid? Have we been together so long and I see that she is afraid? I couldn't help it, I was getting angry in a supernatural way. I never saw her behave that way. I would never hurt her. I clench my teeth and fists where my knuckles turn white from the pressure. I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" I scream all over the house and watch as she jumps out of the room at my scream. "This is the first time in a long time you're looking at me with fear, like you're afraid I'm going to hurt you! I would never fucking hurt you!"

She says nothing. She just shuts up about my sudden attack, all the more reason to piss me off!

"We've been married a year and I've given you enough time to get used to this new life! I'm sick of waiting! You don't know how much I want to make you mine and hear my name groan!" I hold my hands over my head trying to think clearly what I was going to say. But the rage consumed me. "And the worst thing is that we don't share a bed!"

"Cracker... it's hard to explain..."

"What is difficult to explain?" I repeat that phrase, as I approach the table and, with one movement, I break it into pieces.

"Cracker, please stop!"

"What's hard to explain?! Tell me!"

"I can't..."

I feel like my heart was breaking into pieces as if bullets were being fired into it. Why are you making me suffer? Could it be that...?

"It's because of my face, isn't it?"

I get a surprised look from her as if she didn't expect that sentence.

"It's because of this scar, isn't it?" I reach out my hand to my face touching that wound that runs all over my face. "You are afraid to see a monster like me at night and that he will hurt you."

"Cracker is not what you..."

"I thought I'd found someone who didn't care about the way I was. Who accepted me as I am." And, for a long time, I feel something falling down my cheeks. I was crying, letting out all that pain. "You gave me everything I didn't have as a child. Love, compassion... And now... And now my heart is aching."

"Cracker...," she was going to say something, but I stopped her.

"Leave me... I want to be alone."

I didn't want to see her face because of the pain I was feeling emotionally. It was unbearable as if needles had been stuck in my heart and left me vulnerable for a few minutes. My breathing became heavier every time I approached my room. I slam the door and sit on the bed trying to control all those emotions that have come up instantly. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?

With heaviness, I take off my shoulder pad and my shoes without wanting to do anything. The kilt was already in the way, so I threw it hard across the room. And reluctantly, I'm getting rid of my traditional hairstyle, turning off the highlights in my pigtails first. I feel my world falling apart. There is no longer any reason to continue living in this shitty life.

Now, releasing all that pressure from my hairstyle cascading down my back, I bring my hands to my face trying to suppress those tears that wanted to come out. I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want to suffer anymore. I just wanted to know the truth. That's all I ask.

My ears get louder when I hear ___ knocking on the door. I did not answer. I didn't want to see her. I was physically and mentally broken. However, she opened the door no matter what I said. Her steps are slow and steady at the same time. She was staring at the floor and I could see her feet. She was in front of me and I didn't want to look up to see her.

"I told you I want to be alone," I grunt in annoyance.

"Cracker, I can't stand it anymore and even more so knowing that I hurt you."

"You want a divorce, don't you?"

"No, I just want you to listen to me and then make a decision whether to stay with me or not."

Will you tell me what was going on? Why are you avoiding me? I didn't say anything about it. I just hear a little sigh from her understanding the situation.

"Remember I told you that I used to be married?

"Yes, I remember."

"I was very young, but my father wanted to form an alliance with that man through the wedding because he had so much power. I didn't refuse, I wanted to do his will. ___'s voice was firm and courageous. "Everything was perfect in the marriage, but all that changed." Now it changes to one of fear as if remembering an atrocious past. "One day, he came home drunk, he didn't stop screaming like a madman. I asked him to stop, but everything was in vain. He hit me... he raped me..."

My head automatically goes up when I hear those words on the young lady's lips. How could anyone hit someone like her? So beautiful and so perfect. And even more so, raping her.

"My first time was not pretty. From that day on, she started to mistreat me and treat me as if I were an object. I told my father and he understood the situation. I asked for a divorce and separated from that man."

"___..."

"I couldn't sleep, I always had nightmares about that man and I even had to go to the doctor to get checked." His body began to tremble and he took his hands to his body as protection. "I had already healed from the bruises and the vaginal tearing, but I didn't fully recover mentally. My doctor told me that I didn't have any cure for that remedy, that time would tell. And he told me that if I didn't heal my mind I... I..." She becomes a little choppy as if she will have a hard time saying what she fears so much. "I could not have children."

My pupils dilate instantly when I hear those words from her. Couldn't I have children because of that? Would it have affected her so much? I see how her cheeks are decorated by a few tears from her not bearing it anymore.

"I wanted to tell you, really. But I was so scared that I even feared that if you told your mother, maybe our alliance would be broken. I was afraid of not giving you children because of that trauma, that I would not serve as a wife. You are the first man who made me feel like a fool in love and that is why I treated you with affection because I saw in you someone who needed affection. I know that you would never hurt me," she takes a deep breath to continue, "but I can't go on with this fear!

I didn't let her talk anymore. I embraced her with all my strength without hurting her in any way. I didn't want to crush her with my arms. I didn't reciprocate her hug because I know she was surprised by my act. She expected something other than a hug.

"I don't give a shit if you can't give me children," I clarify by separating myself a little from her to look her in the eye and see what I'm saying is real, "I don't give a shit what mum says. I don't give a shit what others think about you."

"But Cracker..."

"What I care about most in this world is being by your side." I hold her hands firmly and decisively. "You are my wife. You are my life. I would kill anyone who dared to speak ill of you behind your back."

Her eyes shone as if she would have liked to hear those words.

"Cracker...," she whispers my name and stops his tears.

"I wouldn't abandon you for anything in the world You're the first woman a cruel and ruthless guy has ever liked."

"But deep down you're like a child. Sweet, brave and with many dreams."

"Because you made me bring out the child inside me." I rest my forehead on hers while looking into her eyes. "I want to share my life with you."

"And I with you, Cracker." Her smile comes back to life giving me that feeling of peace that I wanted so much to have. "I'm sorry if I didn't tell you and hurt you."

"Now it doesn't matter. What matters now is that we are here, you and I, and no one else."

I kiss her with determination, savouring those lips that I so longed to taste again. It was a mixture of strawberries and tears, and yet it was addictive. How long had it been since I had kissed her? I didn't want to think about it. Now my desire is to be with her more than ever. Our mouths move wanting to have more contact with what, playfully, I bite her lower lip receiving a little whimper from her, but I take advantage to invade her mouth with my tongue.

It was a fight of the one who dominated the one and I know perfectly well who was going to win that battle. I, of course. She surrendered completely to me. My hands, leaning on ___'s small back, slowly go through that whole area until they reach her bottom where I squeeze them firmly. I receive a small gasp from her on my lips. My eyes sparkled with pleasure, amused to see her expressions. And decisively, I lift her up to sit astride me. Her look was one of pure confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" My voice gets a little hoarse from that kiss.

"Cracker I don't...," I don't let it end because I kiss her again. A kiss that showed love and confidence.

"I want to make love to you," I say resolutely, not separating from her lips, "I want you to forget that trauma. The one you are sharing your bed with is me and not with another man. Be mine tonight, ___. I beg you, I implore you."

It's rare for me to ask for that kind of thing, but for her I would do anything. I just hope she accepts because I couldn't stand to be like that anymore without feeling her. Her little hands explore between my hair, almost intertwining her fingers with them to hold them firmly causing me to grunt. And it wasn't pain, it was satisfaction. She came to my lips to say what I so longed to hear:

"Make love to me, Cracker."

A time bomb is activated inside me and I kiss it with more fury than before. I didn't want to be separated from her. The desire to have her by my side produced an absolute happiness that I could not explain. I kept biting her lips in a dominant way. I had to control my wild side; although, it's impossible. Her perfume, her lips, her skin... everything about her was driving me crazy.

I leave her lips for a moment, which had some scars caused by my bites and I bite her neck leaving some marks. She is mine and nobody else's. I will mark her as many times as I want so that everyone knows who owns her. The gasps of ___ echo throughout the room giving me to understand that she liked the way I treated her. With some shyness, she strokes the entire length of my well-formed back from those trainings of my brother. I just licked and bit the gap between her neck and her shoulder.

My wife lifts her body a bit, wanting to reach a certain area. I was so concentrated that I groaned as I felt my earlobe biting from time to time. God, since when has she become a flirt? I was melting at her bites and the occasional lick. The trousers were already being annoying, they were squeezing me in a supernatural way.

Forgive me, but it was impossible for me to control my animal instinct. I tore the top of that dress where I heard a slight groan from her. I receive an inquisitive look as if she didn't like it.

"Cracker, that was a dress your sister gave me as a present.

"Fuck the dress, you're prettier this way." I look at her for a moment already looking at her half-naked body. I'm grateful that I'm tall and can see every detail of her.

"You are a pervert." She She blows up the annoying cheeks to which I hold her face with my hand and deflates them.

"You're getting to know my playful side, my dear."

With the other hand free, I hold her wrists easily by raising them to the height of her head. I like having her like this, at my mercy and so helpless, and that I am the one who provokes those moans that come from her lips. Oh, but there was one thing left that covered the view. I smile like a maniac where she only trembles with emotion? I wouldn't know, but it wasn't fear she had in her eyes.

I went over to that annoying garment that covered her breasts and took it with my teeth. A few seconds later, I pulled it out of its socket, freeing both its mounts from that annoying bra.

"Cracker, we need to talk about 'don't tear my clothes when you're excited'." For one reason, I found it funny.

"I think that talk won't do much good since I'll keep doing it."

"At least do me the favor of... Ah!"

Sensitive, huh? I already put a breast in my mouth without any difficulty and started sucking it as if it were a hungry little child. To make it easier, I raised her body a little more with one of my arms so that she could sit down and her breasts were at the same level as my face. From time to time I watched my wife's face. The faces I made made made my limb harder than I even think it grew a little more than I thought. Fuck! Look what this girl is doing to my body.

I let go of her wrists for a moment to hold firmly the other breast, massaging it. I had no difficulty at all as my hand was big enough. However, she rests her hands on my hair and squeezes them tightly where I grunt with satisfaction almost biting one of her nipples. I was liking it, and I wanted to prove it. I give a slight suction on her nipple to release it suddenly where I get a little moaning from her.

I raise my eyes, amused. Fuck, I was getting horny and it was fun to see her face. I was panting trying to catch my breath, her face was fucking sexy. "If it goes on like that, it'll explode", she was mentalizing me. And with a rather playful look, I took my hand towards one of her buttocks and gave a slight slap where she moaned in surprise.

"Cracker!"

"What? I wanted to know what it sounded like." Another hit, another sound. "And I like it."

"Stop it! It's not funny, you pervert!"

With one quick move, I lay her down on the bed and stay on top of her. My knees were placed on each side of her waist while my hands were resting around my beloved's head.In this position I could feel perfectly the difference in height and I was grateful that the bed was big.

"With my tongue I can run perfectly all over your body, did you know that?"

"That's not fair. Inflate those cheeks again, as I loved to bother her. "You're too big and I'm too small next to you."

"But you can feel my whole being."

Shyness is what you reflect now in her eyes when I said that. She looks so pretty like that. I love that side of her. She puts her hands on my well formed chest touching them slowly. She had already touched them, but this time, it was different. The air we breathe there is sexual tension between the two of us. Our caresses went beyond affection. It was desire and we could not resist it.

I give light sighs every time her hands descend touching every area of my being until they reach the kerb of my trousers. I thought I had taken them off, but I can see that I haven't. My eyes are fixed on his and I could see desire, he even bit his lip. Fuck! I'm on fire and the bitch wouldn't stop playing with my garment. Take it off, damn it! I'm begging you with my eyes! And as if my pleas were heard, she pulls down my trousers along with my boxers showing my manhood.

Her lips form a kind of "o" looking at my member with surprise. I can even notice how his body trembles before such magnificence. I take his hands delicately so that he can rest them on it and start caressing it. I can't deny it, I've been shaking and a hoarse groan is coming from my throat.

"It's huge."

"I know," I smile amused at his expression.

"You're just huge."

"Will you still say I'm huge?"

"It's true."

I laugh lightly approaching her face to kiss her lips while my hands continue to explore her body. Memorizing little by little every pore of her skin until I get rid of what was left of press on her. I can smell the excitement. It was an exquisite smell. I hold her buttocks tightly listening to a small sound of protest.

"I can't stand the urge to stick my dick in your dirty vagina."

"Don't say such things!" My fingers were already caressing her entrance. It's so wet. How can you tell that I drive you crazy, huh?

"But it's the truth." I bite her chin while sticking about two fingers inside her. It was already wet and I didn't need to prepare it.

I move them with some speed receiving those moans that I so much wanted to hear. I didn't look away from her at all times. I even licked my lips in real excitement. My dick was screaming at me to penetrate it now. And that's what I'll really do. I attract the body of my beloved while I get high, sitting on the bed with her on top.

We both moan at the same time as we feel the touch of our sexes. Her arms surround my neck as support and I hold her hips. We were ready to be one. There was no turning back. I wanted her and she wanted me. I kiss her sweetly so it's up to me as I help her get down and stick my dick in her once and for all.

Oh for Kami! What a nice feeling. She hugs me tightly which even bites my neck so I grunt slightly. I hold firmly her ass helping her to climb up and down on me. It's exquisite to hear her breathing near my ear as we bonded. It is delicious this feeling. As I wished to feel it.

Our movements are increasing each time we felt the friction of one against the other. I didn't stop kissing her and she didn't stop kissing me. ___'s hands intertwine again in my hair giving a little pull causing her to growl even more as I slightly bite her neck leaving a mark.

That room was becoming a witness of our love. Two bodies merged into one. Sweating like never before and that the movements were going faster. I didn't want this to end, it was too exciting, but I know that at some point this would end. Each time her vaginal walls were pressing hard on my member giving me the impression that an orgasm was about to come. Just a little more, little one. I want to feel you even more.

I am about to end too. I hold firmly her hips while I get on my knees without separating from her at any moment wanting to penetrate her with more strength than before. She nails her nails to my back giving a tremendous scream reaching the blessed orgasm. And I come inside her and can't stand it anymore. Fuck, this tasted great to me. I attract her to my body by hugging her with love and she kisses all over my face.

We both didn't feel exhausted from sharing this moment, but it was worth it. I kept looking at her face. She was so beautiful when she was tired. A smile forms on my face in a silly way that she notices and just laughs.

"Do I have monkeys on my face?"

"Oh, not at all," I honestly draw her body to me, "it's just... you look pretty like that."

"Silly," she lightly slaps my chest while laughing.

"___," I call out to her, receiving her attention in me, "I love you."

"I love you too, Cracker."

One month later...

I'm fed up with Katakuri throwing me down! Can't he be a little more gentle with me? I'm getting old! Although I shouldn't complain, I'm in a good mood because they've taken the reward out of my head. I'm evenly matched by my sister Smoothie. I don't know how that girl does it to outdo me.

And another day where I come home and want to be with my dear wife. I will have already put on a lover's face.

"I'm home now!"

"Oh, you're back at last."

"Sorry if I was late, my brother kept me," I apologize by patting ___'s head.

"It's all right. Come, please." She grabs my hand, leading me to the kitchen. I can feel her excitement.

My eyes are stuck on the counter with a big box to which I raise my eyebrow a little curious and strange. What does that do there? I didn't quite understand that I was even looking at the girl who was only smiling.

"It's for you."

"For me?" I stress the question a little by holding that box. "It's not my birthday yet."

"Don't be silly and open it."

Why so much effort? Well, what a remedy. Carefully, I open the box, I don't want to come across anything unexpected. I enlarge my eyes when I see what was inside. What the hell? Subject as a kind of shirt, but it was too small. This won't even fit! And there was not only one but a few more. Is this some kind of joke? I didn't get it.

She just smiled funny in my face for not understanding anything. Fuck! I'm not in a position to think! And the last thing I see is a letter. I hope this paper tells me what's going on and doesn't leave me in doubt. I start reading it:

"Hello!

I know you don't know us, but very soon you will, just be patient. There are only eight months left for you to see us.

We want to ask you a favour: take good care of Mum in these eight months because it will be a very long process. Protect her from any illness. Make sure she eats well so that we grow strong and healthy. If she gets angry with you, you only have to understand that we are to blame. When Mummy feels that we are moving, we want you to be the first to feel our kicks.

Make Mom happy because we know you are the best dad in the world.

With love,

Your children."

I was shaking when I finished reading the letter. My eyes were fixed on the phrase "my children". I turn my head a little towards the clothes and then towards the belly of ____. This is not possible. This has to be a dream. She is...

"I'm pregnant, Cracker."

Without being able to avoid it, I hug her tightly, holding her up in the air while I rest my head on her belly, listening to her laugh.

"Since when?"

"Since a month ago."

"My children. How many are there?

"From what the doctor saw, there are two. I couldn't tell you if they were twins or fraternal twins.

I was happy at this news that I kissed her, not once or twice, but many times that she was kissing me back. She is pregnant. I cured her trauma. Now I have to take care, not only of her, but also of our children.

I cannot deny that. She is my wife. She is my life. And I would kill anyone who hurt her.

[kaidas-daydreams]

Hello, dear. Saw your req box is open. How are you, btw? And can you write me headcanons for the captains? When their s/o was shielding or protect them or something? Make it slight angst with fluff. Remember that you can always put this req aside. Don't push yourself too hard. Thank you and I love you, bye! -🍰

kaida's note: i didn't kaiser just because i still feel like i rarely know anything about him and i kinda feel weird doing him because he's already married as well. sorry this took forever! also sorry this was a bit more angst then fluff enjoy 💭

synopsis: how the captains react to their s/o being harmed after protecting them

genre: angst to fluff-ish

black clover captains x gn! reader

warning: none

saving you

yami felt his heart drop the moment he saw you jump in front of him to protect him from the hard hitting attack that was coming his way, “idiot!”

a wave of guilt washed over him as the dust cleared up and he saw you laying on the floor almost lifeless, he knew how you were he hates that he let himself be so careless with you

“i swear if you die, i’ll kill you! do you hear me! how could you be so stupid! i wasn’t worth it...you mean more to me than my own life! i love you and i can’t live without you, you are everything to me and we’re going to get out of this i promise”

he cradled you in his strong arms as he laid a kiss on your forehead before retreating

william’s whole body ran cold the second he saw you in front of him taking the damage that was suppose to be for him

he wasted no time running to you once he was able to locate your body through the clearing smoke, he voice immediately began to crack when speaking

“my love why would you do that?! of all the reckless things, you do this and for me? don’t you dare leave me! we’re suppose forever, always and forever! i love you please stay with me”

he held you tightly as he laid a kiss on your lips, he caressed your face wiping away the tears that trickled down your cheeks, he used his healing magic to help you while giving you a reassuring smile that everything would be okay

nozel was angry, angry at you and angry at himself for allowing this to happen. how could he allow such a reckless situation occur right in front of him?

the first thing he thought of is that he couldn't let you die, he couldn't lose someone else he loved

"why the hell would you do that! are you-forget it, you're going to be alright i'll make sure of it, next time please just let me be there to protect the one i love"

he carried you on his back to get you to safety once he did you cleaned off any smudges and cuts you may have gotten before a healing mage came to your aid

fuegoleon was a mix of angry and upset, how did he allow for a hidden attack? most importanly had did he let you get in the middle of the crossfire?

at the moment he didn't care for the enemies around him, he ran to your slow breathing body effortlessly picking you up and reaching a safer location

"you've always been so reckless but to do that was beyond stupid, you mean everything to me and seeing you hurt like this because of me is killing me, i'll lecture you about this later"

a healing mage was quick to come to your aid, once he knew you'd be alright he ordered you to stay put as he went to finish off the remaining enemies but he did give you a small kiss before leaving

dorothy can't help but watch you fall to the ground, she gets this boiling amount of rage through her body but not at you but towards the enemy but it's hard to tell with her still smiling face

she quickly runs over to you and placing you in her dreamworld to help and keep you safe until a healing mage can reach her for help

"sweetie, that was completely careless of you but don't worry everything will be okay i'll make sure of it, the enemy won't be getting out of this alive...i love you and hang in there"

she caressed your face and gave you a peck on the nose, the healing mage arrived to care for you while dorothy left to reck havoc on the person who hurt you

charlotte was in complete loss of words, to see the person she loved harmed in front of her and because of her made her feel a mixture of sadness and anger, sadness because someone she loved had gotten hurt and anger that she wasn’t able to defend herself and it caused this situation

she quickly used her vines to place you somewhere safe and got you help immediately, she wanted revenge for you but she didn’t want to leave your side but knew she had to

“i need you to be strong for me, you’re going to be okay...just...never do that again do you hear me! i never want to see you hurt i mean so much to me and this is killing me at the moment, i won’t let you die and we’re going to get out of here safe”

she kissed your cheek before leaving you were all she had in mind and wanted to get to back to you as soon as possible and just hold you in her arms

rill couldn’t believe what he saw, he completely froze and couldn’t move he just stared at your motionless body. he couldn’t come to terms that you actually protected him from being hit, fragil came to your aid and brought you back to rill

he cradled you into his arms and he was mentally beating himself up for what happened to you, if only he was a stronger captain this wouldn’t have happened to you

“my masterpiece, you didn’t have to i-i’m so sorry i’m not strong enough to be able to even protect myself, you’ll be okay just focus on my voice dear, remember i love you, you’re the strongest mage i know and you’ll get through this i promise”

he was too upset and couldn’t focus properly but in order to prove that he was worth being by your side he returned to the battlefield and took out most of the enemies defenses

jack becomes instantly shocked and freezes, he couldn’t help but shout how much of an idiot you are, he was so full of anger he couldn’t think straight

that anger was shown when, he sliced through everything in  his way to get to you he easily picked you up and brought you to safety away from the battlefield

“i knew you were an idiot but you just confirmed it by doing something so reckless, there was no need for what you did! i...i love you idiot, you better survive you here me! i can’t...live without you”

he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead before help came to your aid, jack quickly took out the enemy in record time just to be able to comeback to you

[mxchellesworld]

Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

***

If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 

Your period was late. 

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 

“Hello?” 

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought. 

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 

“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 

“Oh god Spence!” 

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Fluff alphabet with Porco

{ Porco x reader | tw:none | fluff | modern }

{ "Charlotte Wolter als Messalina" 1875 by Hans Makart 1840 - 1884 }

P is for PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Very upfront and vocal about his relationship, bringing you up in random conversations, sharing small details whenever something reminds him of you and showing you off like you're made of gold whenever the topic is brought up.

He does it unconsciously too, yet gets protective whenever someone seems too interested in you.

It's just common sense for him to be like this since he loves you so much, so why wouldn't he brag about you like you invented the sun, both in front of his friends and strangers at work. 

Doesn't allow any slander to your name, if anyone has a problem with you then they need to get through him first because he will defend you like his life depends on it, it's his own form of love to stand up for you and fight your fights.

Has a hard time understanding sometimes you need to fight alone and deal with your problems on your own, he's just really worried and would rather do it himself instead

Will try to convince you otherwise but if you insist he will reluctantly agree since in the end he respects your boundaries, although will be a bit sarcastic and passive aggressive afterwards.

It's just that secretly he's afraid of you not needing him, so he wants to prove his worth to you, even if his overprotective tendencies can get overbearing at times.

He's also on board with any form of public affection but tries to play it cool because otherwise he will get flustered in front of people. But when you're alone he's the most affectionate love struck puppy ever, constantly touching you in some way, urging you to play with his hair and kissing you in every now and then.

Will deny this each and every time you bring it up and say you're the one who's clinging to him, despite him currently cuddling you from behind, face resting on your shoulder while you scroll through your phone.

He's also the little spoon but shhh.

Yet outside the furthest he'll go is having an arm around you, doesn't try anything else on his end. 

O is for on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's generally more calmer and at peace when smitten, more considerate of other people and not as easily riled up. His face doesn't really show anything but the drumming of his fingers against the desk says otherwise.

Only noticeable for the people close to him, strangers can't really tell and work friends would just think he's in a slightly better mood, even if he's swimming through the clouds inside.

To you, if he's feeling more in love than usual, he wouldn't say it outright, god forbid he shows vulnerability at any time except before falling asleep.

Instead he'll stare at you more, tace his fingers over your hand more and whisper in your ear more.

Nonchalantly giving you random compliments in a passive way, for example:

"You should wear this outfit more."

"Smiling really suits your eyes"

"Your voice helps me sleep, it's soothing."

Shows his love in way like: 

"You could've told me to do it instead, you know? You should rest."

"You made this for me? Alright then I'm cooking your favourite tomorrow, no this isn't negotiable."

"Hey I'm going to the store, what snacks do you want? Yeah it's for the movie you mentioned since I'm free today."

R is for romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Doesn't know much about romance but if he ever is, it's mostly by accident since he can be smooth without trying or realising it.

He truly brought these flowers because Pieck took him with her to the store and he just happened to see them, doesn't even think much of it except that they look pretty, and you look pretty so it makes sense.

Of course he brought you food in bed, it's just to save time. You weren't getting up and he hates eating alone, why are you smiling? 

The only reason he took you to this really nice spot near the lake was because he thought your eyes looked pretty when reflecting sunlight, what's a picnic? 

Other than that he doesn't know much about romance, romantic movies never were interesting to him and lovey dovey stuff never crossed his mind. He just acts on what he feels is right and what seems to make you happy

Especially when it comes to words, his actions speak much more than his mouth ever can. He just doesn't know what to say and gets frustrated that he can't just show you how much he adores you instead of saying it.

Although to other people, and by Porco's usual skepticism and general manners, he doesn't talk to anyone else like he talks to you. Hell he even brags about you which shocked all of his friends, since the only person he spoke about this way before was Marcel.

In conclusion, pure romance isn't in his vocabulary but if you ask him he'll attempt his best, though keep your expectations low, since he's doing something out of his comfort zone, otherwise it will end up with both of you getting frustrated. 

C is for comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He'd instantly wrap you in his arms and attempt to ask what's wrong or if someone did something, till he realises you're not in a good shape to reply that he changes his approach and attempts to soothe you.

Won't let you go or leave your side, will listen to everything you say without hesitation and reminds you that he's here, you're not alone and he wouldn't let anything harm you in any way, you're safe and he will make sure it stays this way.

Isn't good with words but his actions show how much he cares, he actually panics himself when you do but is good at hiding it. Will watch over you when you fall asleep and be there when you wake up, bringing you water or something to drink.

Reminds you that you can tell him anything, he loves you and won't judge, he's on your side no matter what.

Gets emotional himself, even feels a bit of guilt at not noticing what you're going through sooner, will apologise assuming it's something he did without asking.

He'd keep this up for the rest of the week, till he's sure you're better. Paying close attention and being much nicer than usual even when you insist it's okay.

O is for on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Porco isn't good at expressing his feelings, mostly keeping them buried inside and never letting anyone too close, even rivaling Annie in this trait.

Reading him is pretty hard too since he tends to always wear the tough stoic mask that it's hard to tell when it slips away, he's pretty good at faking his emotions for the sake of other people too and not to make them worried.

If he ever does share a moment of vulnerability with you, it's after dating for a long while that he feels safe enough around you.

He also tends to put your feelings before his, which isn't a good thing since he will underplay his frustration with something and keeps it inside till it bubbles and pops out later in a big way, arguments with him are a matter of when, they will happen eventually.

In which he pours his heart out for you, everything that upset him, his anger is just suppressed sadness who doesn't know itself anymore.

If you can see through that and comfort him instead of feeding into his argument, he will calm down and apologise.

Then have a heart to heart moment with you when he vents about the stress he's been under, how sorry he is for taking it out on you and how much you being by his side means to him.

With you he starts learning how to share vulnerability in healthy ways and how to depend on you too, that he can let his guard down and you won't hurt him.

[goldeneyedgirl]

whumptober day 1: “you’ve got to let go.”

title: ashes to ashes

rating: PG

summary: She’s never seen vampire burns up close. Mostly because once a vampire is burning, there usually isn’t anything left. It’s their venom that catches, not their skin.

She’s never seen vampire burns up close. Mostly because once a vampire is burning, there usually isn’t anything left. It’s their venom that catches, not their skin.

It takes a lot to ignite a fire on a vampire without broken flesh. She didn’t know it was possible.

She curls on the ground where it is cool, where the heat from the burns might ebb. They can’t move back to the house; the pain is too much. Carlisle and Esme have gone to get blood, lots of it, but it’s too late. Even if it’s human blood, she knows it’s not going to work. That’s the worst part of being a psychic - the ending of the story is all too clear.

Jasper brings her hand to his mouth so gently, the softest of kisses and she knows it’s going to be the last one, because of the angry, blackened burns the cover the space from his left ear to his mouth, great splits in his skin. It’s a painful action and the pain only increases because those cracks are growing and spreading with every movement.

Most of the left side of his body is the same; black and cracked and getting worse by the minute. The cracks are spreading, and the pain is enough that he is radiating it.

She still gets closer.

“Major, Major, Major, I taught you better than that.” Maria’s wordsare regretful but not cruel, because she’s not stupid. She knows that when Jasper fights, he fights to win. All or nothing.

Winner takes it all.

“Carlisle and Esme will be back soon, Jasper,” Bella pipes up from behind them as Alice curls as close as she can get. Edward, I need you all to go.

Her brother moves forward to touch her shoulder gently in acknowledgment and she doesn’t bother looking back to see what passes between Edward and Jasper in that moment.

Rosalie is in the circle of Emmett’s arms, and she’s furious - it’s an even split between whether her rage is directed at Maria or Jasper. Jasper manages a lopsided smile, and she’s trying so hard to imprint every second in her mind because these moments have suddenly become finite.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Rose hisses at him, and she sounds close to tears. “Don’t you dare leave me with one brother.”

Maria scoffs, and Alice just feels very insubstantial at this moment. Rosalie Hale has always had two brothers. That’s all she’s ever known.

She knows what Emmett is going to say when he walks back to the house with Rosalie, so Rosalie can yell and rant about helping Jasper faster. Emmett’s going to say she isn’t upset, she isn’t crying so everything is going to be okay. If Jasper was too far gone, Alice would be a mess. It’ll be okay, Rose. It’s as much a prayer, a bargain, and a wish, as it is a reassurance.

But Emmett still looks down at Jasper, and she sees the grief in the man’s eyes.

“I’ll take care of everything, bro,” he says, and she knows he means her. Means the family. She’s mostly focusing on the scar that bisects his right eyebrow. “Rose and I are going to go see what’s taking Carlisle.”

And then there were three.

She’s getting ready to cry, to tell him that this is too hard, and she’ll be right behind him probably until he looks her.

And all she sees is fear. She sees terrible fear and so much goddamn pain, and she knows he’s struggling. He’s already fighting so hard to hang on, for some kind of miracle. For something to make the pain go away, to put him back together. He is clinging onto life with his fingertips because he’s scared to go.

Maria looks at him. She doesn’t kneel, just stands there with her arms crossed over her chest. And Jasper struggles to look back at her, the cracks on his neck spreading, and a whole conversation passes silently between them.

“Thank you for your service, Major,” Maria says finally, bowing her head briefly. “You were always remarkable.”

And maybe those are the best parting words she could have given him - just straightforward acknowledgment. No barbs or loaded comments. Just the respect that has taken her so fucking long to ever acknowledge.

If she didn’t know how this turned out, she would now. Just by Maria’s almost warm farewell.

She reaches out to touch the unmarked side of his face, memorizing the feel of his skin one last time, and she can think of a million things to say to him, to beg him not to go. He’s been her north star, her compass point, for her entire life. Every single thing she’s ever done was for him. This is not a world she knows how to live in alone.

This is not a world she wants, and she wants to cry and scream and beg him to hold on until she can figure something out.

But she sees that fear, she sees that pain and desperation. And she will push all her pain right down deep, hide it until she’s alone, to spare him more of it. To match his fear right now would be cruel, to push more pain against him… She’s never really been able to protect him like he protects her, but she can right now. She can tell a beautiful lie to give him some peace, to ease his pain. It’s the last gift she’ll ever be able to give him.

“I love you completely,” she breathes, low enough so that their last words are only between them. “And forever. You were… so, so much better than anything I ever saw or ever hoped for, and there is not enough time or enough words for me to tell you how much.

“And I know you are in pain, and I know you are scared and you are worried about going, but I will be fine. I will never stop missing you, but the others will take care of me. And if you go, all the pain will stop. It’ll be soft and happy and peaceful, and that’s all I want for you. There’s nothing bad or shameful about this.

“You have to let go.” The words are more of a thought, than a sound, and he lefts out a puff of air that sounds like he’s been holding his breath.

It happens slowly but all at once. One minute he’s staring at her, like she is with him, memorizing each other’s face, scent, place in the world.

And then next, he is gone. She’s seen a lot of dead bodies, but Jasper’s is like… someone blowing out a candle. He’s just… not there anymore, and she’s curled against a corpse.

It’s Maria who approaches them, solemn and quiet. Who drags what is left of Jasper away from the trees and the brush, and pulls out the lighter.

“Give him the dignity of going quietly,” Maria says, holding out the lighter. “He wouldn’t want what those people would do in his memory. He’d want it to be fast and unmentioned.”

Maria’s right, she knows that - Jasper would hate the prayers and tears and rage and speeches. And anything she’d want to keep - his rings, his dog-tags, his books, his clothes - are back at the house. There’s nothing left her. But she gives herself a moment, holding the lighter in her hand, to check. To make sure there is no chance that something can save him. She knows in her heart he’s already gone, but she checks anyway, flicking through futures where this is an ugly dream.

Nothing changes.

She knows the others will be hurt and angry when they find out she did this alone, with Maria standing vigil beside her. She knows she’ll have to be the one to tell Peter and Charlotte, explain to them everything that happened. She knows that this is just the first day in a long, ugly path that she’s going to have to face.

And she lights his pyre.

It’s hard to watch, but they both stay until the very end. She’s surprised the others don’t come running, but maybe they saw the smoke and realized.

Maybe they knew in their heart of hearts, and never intended to come back.

It doesn’t really matter.

It’s nearly dawn by the time the embers are burnt out, and there’s nothing left to see. And Maria doesn’t say anything to her, just nods and departs silently. There’s really nothing left to be said between them, after all these years. Alice’ll probably never see her again.

She tucks herself into the shadows of the tree, where the sun cannot touch her and that’s where she stays. That’s where she’s going to stay until all of this sinks in, and she doesn’t have to be strong anymore, however long it takes.

She’s never seen a vampire burn up close. It’s very slow and then fast and then slow and then over. They’re gone.

And then nothing can bring them back.

[prettyboyjackhughes]

-Maybe it wasn't meant to be-

|J. Hughes|

[Part 1]

Jack knew things were over when Charlie wasn’t waiting for him in the lobby of their apartment building as soon as he got there. After the disaster of a phone call midway through the road trip, he hadn’t expected her to be there when he got home. But when he unlocked the door to their apartment and was met with their dog, Luca whining and jumping up on him, he knew. Everything of her’s was gone. It was almost like she hadn’t even been there. Jack swallowed hard, set down his bags, and walked towards the bedroom they had shared. A piece of paper lay on his pillow; the only pillow now on the bed. Jack picks it up, sitting down on her side of the bed. He started to read, his eyes welling up as he glanced at the bottom and saw her name.

To the next girl Jack loves,

He’ll get cuddly when he’s tired. He always has to be touching you. He makes sure you know you never have to worry about knowing how much he loves you. He hates getting out of bed in the morning so you’re going to have to drag him out of bed, every morning, without fail. He never isn’t eating something. No matter how many times you warn him about getting his teeth knocked out, he never keeps his mouth guard in his mouth on the ice. He’ll fight with Quinn and Luke over the stupidest things but you’ll never doubt that they love each other more than anything. He’ll let Quinn and Luke pick on you but never lets it go too far. You’ll become one of the hockey girlfriends. Jack will show you off to everybody, beyond proud that you’re his girlfriend. His teammates are his best friends and his brothers. But you’ll never be second to them. They’ll become your friends too. Get used to them being around. You’ll grow to love them and they’ll love you. They’ll tease you and Jack but Jack will just smile and brush it off, kissing your forehead as he smirks. It’s just one of his many ways of showing that you’re his girl. He’ll love you no matter what and never take that for granted. But then things get bad. He shuts you out. He doesn’t talk about what’s wrong or why he’s upset. He doesn’t want to burden other people with his problems but will drop everything to take care of everyone else’s. He’ll start to cancel plans, even if he doesn’t really have other plans. Nobody can tell you what to do to fix things because nobody else can understand what’s wrong. He’ll tell you not to worry, tell you everything is fine. You’ll beg and plead for Jack to come back, the Jack that you fell in love with. But he can’t. Things won’t go back to normal. Then you’ll start to fight. Every little thing will be a fight. You’ll want to let go. And maybe you do. But I promise, you’ll regret it. Jack is worth it. What you have is worth it. Don’t make the same mistake I did and give up on him. It’ll kill you to let go. I mean, you’re not just losing Jack. You’re losing Quinn, Luke, his parents, the hockey boys. Nothing seems like it’ll be okay. Everything falls apart and your world spins out of control. But, if you decide Jack is worth it and things can work between you two, then get him back. Do everything in your power to get him back. Because once you lose him, you’ll regret everything. I already do. I hate that it ended the way it did. But it’s for the best. Jack and I weren’t meant to be and I get that now. It’s your turn. You get to love him. Just don’t make the same mistake I did.

Charlie

The tears that slipped out of Jack’s eyes fell on the white blanket covering their bed, making little dots. He flipped the paper over, seeing more writing. This time, it was a letter addressed to him.

Jack, Don’t come after me. Let me go. You and I weren’t everything we thought we were. You need to go out and find someone new. Someone who doesn’t hold you back. I’m not the one and I’m okay with that. I’ll always love you because you were my first love. My first kiss, my first everything. Every memory I have is with you. I want you to be happy and I can’t give you that. So please, I’m begging you, let me disappear. You are strong, caring, loving and everything a girl could want. But how can I just forget everything? How can I just forget that me and you ever happened? All the things you ever said, all the music we ever shared? All the phone calls? The messages? They had to mean something at one point and it hurts too much to let it all go. I can’t pretend it all never happened. All those years full of memories. It’s not right. This all isn’t right. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. People tell me to just let it all go, that I don’t need you. But I do need you. I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I don’t want to make memories with someone else. I want to keep making memories with you and now I can’t. I wanted you to be a good man. I wanted it to be you. Why isn’t it you? Why did you do this to me? Why? Here’s the truth. I’ve been broken for so long. And I get attached way too fast. I’m lost and I’m scared. I’m scared of everything. The littlest things scare the hell out of me. I’m scared of being happy. Or smiling. Or putting myself out there again. Because every time I do, I end up getting hurt. I have no one. I feel so alone. I push people away because that’s what I think I need. I try so hard to be enough and somehow I never am. I was never enough for you. I always let people in and open my heart just for them to break it. Just like you did. You said you would never leave and you would never hurt me. But here we are. I’m sitting here, writing you a letter, absolutely terrified. I’m sorry Jack. I never wanted things to end like this. Goodbye. Charlie Jack’s body shook with sobs. All he wanted to do was go after her. But she had told him, if he really loved her, not to come after him. He knew he loved her more than anyone else in the entire world. So he didn’t. He let her go, just like she had asked. And to this day, he regretted it more than anything. Here he was, 3 years later, the playboy of the NHL. All over the news and magazines, hooking up with this girl, drinking and partying with this person; the exact opposite of who he had been with her. And the Devils put up with it. Because what team would trade their leading scorer and the man who had led them to back to back Stanley Cups, also making them a contender again this year. But it was all because of her. All because he had made a stupid decision to let her go when he should have fought for her. Every move he made on the ice was because of her and what he hadn’t done. And now he had to live with himself and the mistake he had made. Charlie was happy, or at least she pretended to be. Every so often, her thoughts would wander to a brown haired, blue eyed boy who had captured her heart when she was 14. Back before she knew what love was. But she had pushed him away, just like she always did. Before he could hurt her, she took him out of her life and told him to forget her. To not come after her. She had always secretly hoped he would come looking for her but that day never came. So instead, she had tried to move on, ending up in Denver, Colorado and working for the Colorado Avalanche. She had managed to avoid Jack every time the Avs had played the Devils. But ever since she had left him, she had stayed alone. Never had another boyfriend because she couldn’t.

She still loved him. But of course, as fate would have it, one of the hockey boys came back into her life. Alex Turcotte, one of Jack’s oldest friends and teammates, got traded to the Avs. Charlie, who was the director of communications and team services, was one of the first people Alex had to meet with when he got to Denver. He had walked down the hall, stopped at the door of her office, read her name on the plate by the door and leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on his face.

“Charlotte Henry, director of communications and team services.” Charlie had looked up, surprise and excitement covering her face.

“Alex! I couldn’t believe it when I was given the notice you were traded! I missed you so much!” Charlie said, getting up and rushing to hug him. In order to keep from all the memories of Jack flooding back in and making her sad all the time, she had completely cut off everyone that reminded her of Jack. Of course, she would check his social media every once in a while, maybe even googling his name and reading what all the news websites and hockey commentators had to say about him. The last she had seen, he was “rumored” to be linked to some model hotshot.

“I missed you too, Char! So, what have you been up to? Besides getting this big fancy job and getting to boss people around, something you do very well, if I remember right.” Charlie laughs as he sits down in the chair across from her desk.

“Oh you know, same old, same old. Lots of hockey.” Alex smiles and nods. Charlie gets up and walks over, closing the door to her office so she and Alex could talk in private.

“Char, what happened? We used to be so close. Then you just dropped off the face of the earth. Jack fell off the deep end and you’re 1,800 miles away from him.” Charlie pushes her hair back out of her face and watches Alex, who is sitting forward in his chair, eyes on her.

“Jack and I broke up. I guess you knew that. But things didn’t end the way I wanted them to. So I decided to leave and came here. I shut out everyone who reminded me of Jack, which included you guys.” Alex watches her, the look on his face hard to read.

“Oh. So that’s why you’ve been hiding out here and haven’t come back to Plymouth at all for Christmas or anything?” Charlie nods, messing with paperwork on her desk.

“Huh. Well I guess that’s all there is to it, huh?” Charlie glances at Alex as he just completely drops the topic. She had expected him to keep questioning, digging into why they had split and whether or not she was still in love with Jack. She knew Alex could read her well but she didn’t think he would have picked up on her not wanting to talk about Jack.

“You’re not going to question me about it? About why we broke up? Why I decided to leave?” Alex shakes his head and reaches for the pile of paperwork with a sticky note with his name on it, sitting on her desk. She snatches it away from him and forces him to look at her.

“Alex, this is the first time I’ve even tried to talk to anyone about this. You’re just gonna brush it off?” Alex watches her, seeing the impending breakdown and stands up, walking around the desk and kneeling down in front of her.

“Charlie, I could tell that you didn’t want to talk about it but you needed to. So I decided it would be best not to push it. But if you want to talk about it, how about I come over to your apartment for dinner and you can talk and cry through everything.” Charlie nods, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to reel her emotions back in.

“Okay. I’ll text you my address. Let’s get started on this paperwork.” Alex nods, still watching Charlie and already planning out a text to Jack.

[gaitwae]

i miss you •||• Loki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2847

“You can’t just expect me to be okay with this!” you shout. You were arguing again, like always. You had been partners for three years, now, and even more than that, inseparable. It was often hard to stay away, no matter how angry you could be at him.

“And why not?” he roared at you. You were outside of your office. Loki had walked in with a sullen expression, telling you his wish. It angered you immediately. “I can’t keep putting you in danger like this! We’ve become too emotionally attached. I’m asking Fury for a new partner.”

You bite your lip, clenching you fists so tight your nails could draw blood. “You should at least consider my feelings, Loki!” You step closer, almost daring him to say it. Say what he always says.

“I have to keep you safe!” There it was. The same excuse. One that never really mattered in the end because you had more training and were technically the superior agent. You roll your eyes.

“Why? Why can’t you just deal with me getting in the occasional fight? Why is it such a big deal if I get hurt or if I go out alone?” you ask, seeing his eyes darken with rage but soften with fear. He opened his mouth, but no sound came, so you continued. “I’m one of the best agents S.H.E.I.L.D. has! I can do the dirty work! I’m not a baby, Loki.”

“Yes! That’s why I worry so much!” he argued. “S.H.E.I.L.D. always has us go on the most deadly missions, and you’re so idiotic as to think you’ll make it out without a scrape! I—We almost lost you, yesterday. I can’t be partners with someone like you.” You never fell for his silver tongue, but you could tell he was trying this time.

The statement hurt tremendously, but this was the man who came into your apartment for no reason (and invitation) and let you theorize with him in the middle of the night about missions and suspects. He cuddled you when you watched movies together, mumbling jokes in your ear when a character did something unbelievably stupid. He showed you his Jotun form and occasionally called you “Princess (Y/N)” instead of “Lady” just to tease. You trusted him above all others and vice versa.

The man who randomly bought you things while undercover and begged you if he could keep souvenirs of the little things. He took pictures of you after you bought him a camera, even against your wish not to. He could still end up being the closest to you like he always was. But you wanted to be his partner. No matter how much you complained about it.

“That makes two of us,” you spit. “How could I ever be partners with the God of Mischief and Lies? After all, he is just a monster.”

His eyes harden. “You don’t mean that,” he whispers. “You know I care about you. So much. But being partners any longer will jeopardize our work.” He swallowed thickly. You scared him, you know it. You hurt him. He tries to grab your hand. Rare moments he held your hand. You pull your hand away, still upset.

“How? Agents need a bond of trust, Loki!” you tell him. “Other agents are jealous of our connection, how well we work together.”

Loki POV

Jealous of our connection. No. Other agents were jealous of me, how close I was to (Y/N). They all wanted her, cherished her. She was such a sweet, funny, caring woman. I was a monster indeed. It was an odd pairing, and I could even see why others hated me. But one cannot help whom they are in love with. And who did I love? Her.

“Learn to trust someone else, then,” I suggest, rather rudely. “After all, this monster could betray you.” I used the same tone of voice as she did, mocking her some.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh, Loki,” she sighs. I try to keep my cold glare, but I look down to the floor. She walks over to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. One gently reached up to cup my face. I catch it and hold it close. “You aren’t a monster. I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t.” I nod.

“I know. I know, (Y/N). But look at us. We . . . we should consider how any more losses would affect us. And this—this—this whatever it is needs to be talked about too.” I set a hesitant hand on her waist. “It seems like whenever we are around each other, the world goes from being a dark place to—”

“The Fourth of July?” (Y/N) suggested. After celebrating the ridiculous holiday with her, I understood what she meant. The fireworks, the booms, the thrill. I nod. Though neither of us are smiling, I feel we both understand how happy we are to have each other.

We’re still for a while, she against me and I holding her. Neither one speaks. And for once I’m glad to not be able to use my silver tongue. She finally looks up at me, but a pang runs through my heart.

“I cannot stay as your partner. What would happen if you were hurt because of my ignorance?” I ask her. “I care too deeply to watch you in danger, (Y/N). This isn’t a decision out of spite or selfishness. It’s out of love. We’d become dangerous if the other was in trouble.”

She looks reluctant with her answer. “You’re right, Loki.” She sighs. “You’ll still come over, right? Watch movies and stuff?”

“Darling, I’ll even sleep over and make you that cake you love, with popcorn.” I laugh, even though I’m completely serious. “I’ll brush your hair and play board games. Nothing we wouldn’t do on a day off.”

She smiled softly. “Really?”

“I promise. I will make the time for you.” I take her other and lace our fingers together. She grinned at me. I give her a soft smile. “We just . . . won’t work on the same part of projects anymore.”

Her smile drops. “I know. I know how much I say I’d take another partner all the time, but I don’t want one.” She pouts and looks away from me. I don’t know how to tell her I want to be her partner in more than work.

“It’s the best option,” I say, slow and steady but also sadly. “I promise nothing will change between us.”

She gave a slow, tiny nod. “Okay. Okay,” she says. “But if you don’t go now, I might make you stay.” She looks at me with her lovely eyes. A firm stare. Right now, I’m sure, more than ever, I’m in love with her.

I let go, wishing to kiss her, care for her, but I rush off to find Fury.

Your POV, four months later

Most people at parties have fun. You usually did. Usually. And this year, the Halloween party was at the top of its game. Everyone was looking astonishing. Your costume? A fairy. His costume? A pirate. He sounded the part along with looking it.

But you weren’t having fun.

You saw him with his new partner, Yvonne Cathery. He was laughing with her, probably at something she had said. With her lovely blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was a typical blonde: very pretty, very funny, and usually everybody’s type. And you felt hatred for her.

Your new partner, Charlotte Mendon, looked at you with a sort of worry. Her dark hair and eyes made her look pretty, but you could care less how she looked. She was one of your best friends, next to Loki and Natasha—well, just Nat now.

“Honey, you okay?” she asked. You shake your head, furious with Loki. He was busy, yes, and he was still coming over and doing everything he promised. The both of you were even close to sharing a kiss, a few months ago. (On a dare, but who cared? He looked eager enough to you.) Still, he wasn’t as close as he could have been. “It’s Yvonne, again, isn’t it?”

“I want to kill both of them, at this point,” you growl. You tense up more when Loki looks over at you. He smiled even brighter, waving. His face was tinted red, but you assumed that was because of his pretty partner. You glare. He looks confused and arches an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” he mouths. You point to him. He looks behind him at first, then points to himself. You nod. “Yvonne too?” he mouths more. You nod again. He looks dumbfounded and grins evilly. Yvonne asks him something and he makes an excuse. She pouts and attempts to seduce him into staying. He gets comfortable, walking away.

Toward you.

You light up like a Christmas tree. Why? Because he’s moving so fast, he’s running people over. His eyes are bright and so is his smile, but just as mischievous. Yvonne looks absolutely offended, and somehow, that’s okay with you.

He lifts you, making you let out a noise. He spins you. You try so hard not to laugh and stay angry at him. He sets you down and kisses your cheek, making you blush. “Loki!” you roar.

He pulls back, hands on your waist. “I knew you were jealous, I knew it!” he says, kissing your whole face. His grip was shaky, and you turned your fiery face to where he was sitting. Four whole bottles of hard, white alcohol. Was it a hundred proof? Oh no. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing: He was drunk.

“I-I’m not jealous,” you say, seeing Charlotte smirk. You were, and there was no use lying to Loki. He holds you close, cradling your head and giving a small laugh. You blush furiously, looking down on the ground.

“You are! You are!” He lets out a chuckle and goes to kiss your lips but you were quicker. You put your fingers to his mouth, pushing him away from you, just a tad. He looks surprised at the gesture.

“Whoa, Loki-Doki. Hold your drunk horses. No more kisses. I’m not jealous and you’re in my space. Not to mention ruining my wings; they took weeks to make! Move,” you say sternly. He pouts and lets go of you, though you could tell he wanted to love on you more. (Not that you didn’t like it, but he didn’t need to know that.)

“You’re still jealous of her,” he says, words slurred, a small smirk appearing and disappearing just as fast. “But you’re wrong about our relationship . . . she isn’t even someone I can . . . tolerlareate? Tolerate. I want you!”

“Loki,” you warn. He pouts more. To be fair, it was adorable. But it wasn’t like Loki to drink himself drunk. You press your lips together, using a softer tone. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby?” This was a tone you reserved for emergencies. Like nightmares and on the verge of tears. You were pretty sure this counted as an emergency.

He looks at you with worry and sadness, lips wobbling. “Come back to me. I miss staying up late with you and cooking for you and seeing you every second of the day. To be undercover and shower you with gifts I know you never saw the point in having, because what you wanted you already had and taking you out to dinner. I’m ready to be your partner, again, (Y/N).”

You sigh. “It’s only been a few months, Loki.” They way that he had described being partners . . . it had you worrying that he might just want more than that. You shivered slightly, your heart melting at how sweet he could be.

“But I miss you too much. I worry about you all the time, (Y/N)!” He holds your hands close to his chest, pleading silently. His heart was beating faster than you ever heard it before. It was getting really hard to say ‘no.’ “I almost went off base because you shut off your com. I wasn’t even supposed to be listening to it!”

You blushed. You knew he cared about you . . . but, dang, you were never going to hear the end of this from Charlotte. You look over to her, seeing her put a hand on her heart.

“So cute!” she giggled quietly. You roll your eyes a tad. You look back to Loki, cupping his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek, standing up on your tippiest tippy toes momentarily.

“Okay. Fine. Fine. When you’re thinking clearly again, we’ll talk about it over dinner or something,” you tell him, seeing his eyes light up again. “Got it?”

He beams and nods. “Thank you!” he says, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek, again. By now, you’re sure you look like the human tomato, even if the room was dark.

“Go get some water, okay? I’m worried about you.” You give him a soft, worried smile. He nodded. You squeeze his hand, pushing him away gently. He squeezes your hand back, holding on as long as he can. It seemed that drunk Loki was a lot more playful than usual Loki.

Charlotte smirks. “Is it just me, or did he seem really touchy-feely tonight?” she asked, her mermaid costume glittering as she sat next to me. I nod.

“He rarely ever hugs me, unless we’re watching something. And even then, he’s not holding me close and teasing or kissing me.” You look back to where he went. The water dispenser. He was drinking out of a paper cup. “Kissing me when drunk. . . . Definitely not what I was expecting. Can you imagine him doing it clear-headed?” You look to Lotte.

She nods. “Yeah, but you might have to dare him or something. Nothing much.” I glare at her. “What?” she asked.

“Seriously, Charlotte. Come on. He doesn’t like me like that —” She cuts you off with a laugh.

“Of course he does, (Y/N), don’t be ridiculous. You see the way he looks at you compared to others. How far he’s been willing to go for you, never mind he ignores what he did right after.” She gives you a light laugh. “I’ll bet my bottom dollar he’s head over heels.”

“You shouldn’t bet that,” you say, giving her a sneaky smile. “You might lose it.” Charlotte rolls her eyes.

“The point is, you might have a wish of yours come true. Why is it so hard for you to believe?” she asks you.

You run your hands through your (h/l), (h/c) hair. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Charlotte.” You give a melancholy sigh. “What if it’s just the alcohol talking?”

She gives you a reassuring smile. “Trust me, (Y/N). Just this once.”

-----

“Agent (L/N). Where are you going?” Phil Coulson says behind you, jumping you a bit. “You haven’t been properly introduced to your new partner.” His words are playful.

“Insulting, isn’t it?” Loki says, his voice coming from next to Phil. “One might think she wants to work alone.”

You turn around to face the sleek, blue eyed god. You grab his tie and smirk, pulling him down some to shrink the height difference. “As I recall, you were the one begging for me to come back. Now that we work together again, where’s my thanks?”

Phil makes a light laugh. “I see you’re properly acquainted. How about I leave you two alone?” He winks and walks off. “Don’t do anything Fury would catch!”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. It’s not like we will.” You look back at the god of Mischief. “Did you really mean everything you said to me at the Halloween party?”

“Of course, (Y/N). I admit, I lost a little self control, but everything was true.” He sets a hand on your waist and pulls you close, smirking softly. “And, um, you’ve never called me ‘Loki-Doki’ or ‘baby’ before.”

You blush. “You were drunk,” you say, but it’s still a horrid excuse. You move your hand from his tie to his shoulder, resting your other hand on his inner elbow.

“And? I call you Princess and Lady and darling and sweetheart and love all the time. Whether or not you’re drunk.” He smirked. “When are you going to admit you’re in love with me?”

“I . . . I—” You stop, blushing. “When are you going to admit you’re in love with me?”

He grins, pulling you even closer. You make a soft noise of surprise. He cups your face and kisses you deeply, and for a second, you’re not sure how to respond. He was kissing you. He was kissing you! HE was kissing YOU! He seems to lose some confidence, confused. You kiss him back, though, forgetting that’s what kissing was.

He kissed you a little harder, definitely with more excitement. You wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls away. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say.

[writer-jamie]

Headcannons for Dad!Chris

A/N: I really loved writing my latest Chris fic where he becomes a father figure for the readers daughter so I decided to do my own headcannons for him as a dad! My requests are still open and will be for a couple more weeks so please go ahead and request something, you can request multiple times if you like (don't be shy!). I’m getting to my other requests and am in the process of writing them up, so please be patient with me! 

Chris is such a push over, especially when it comes to your daughter Lottie. She has him wrapped around her little finger. 

If Lottie wanted, she received. Chris adored her and would do anything for her..and you of course but Lottie was the princess. 

Before Chris came along, you were Lottie’s best friend but now she would tell you straight to your face that Chris was her best friend. You would be lying if you said it didn’t upset you, but you knew that at the end of the day she was always your little girl. 

When Lottie turns three, Chris buys her a princess outfit but Lottie insists that Chris wears the matching prince costume. The costume was obviously way too small for Chris but he made one. They sit in her room for hours playing dolls in matching costumes. 

When she did something wrong, you and Chris switched roles between good and bad cop. The majority of the time you had to be the disciplinary one because she would run into Chris’ big arms and hide from you. But on the off occasion that Chris had to discipline your daughter, he would give in after her eyes started to water. He would kiss her and say sorry for shouting before making sure she apologised to you. 

Chris really liked to wind you and Lottie up. He would use your full names to piss you off. Lottie hated being called Charlotte but Chris still did it sometimes. When he did, the young girl ran to him and crossed her arms over her small chest in an attempt to look tough before pouting her lips. She would sometimes hit his calve but it wouldn't hurt him. She would then get told off for hitting and run back into the large man’s arms like nothing had happened. 

When you and Chris started to talk about kids, he always thought about how Lottie would react. She had the two of you to herself and she might find it hard to deal with the attention not wholly going to her. They made a decision to sit the girl down and just ask her. She was three and she knew what she wanted,

The conversation would go something like, “Lottie. Me and your mommy would like to ask you something. Would you like a bab-”

“YES!” 

So you two took that as a solid answer and you started trying for kids. It was tough though. Lottie loved sleeping in your bed, although she slept in her bed 90% of the time, she would find her way into your bed by the morning. You blamed Chris and told him that if your daughter caught him having sex with you, it would be his fault. So you were very careful. You decided to send Lottie off to playgroup during the week for a couple hours. Not only did you and Chris want some alone time but she also needed to socialise with more children her age before school. But she kicked up a fuss when you took her for the first time.

She grabbed Chris’ neck and wouldn't let go. It was embarrassing but you wouldn't lie, you did the same when Chris went on missions without you. When you finally got her off, she ran into the room and started to play. She had forgotten about you two before you even left the building. 

You remembered one day you had to get Claire and Leon to take Lottie out for the day because she wouldn't leave you two alone. So they did. And you two spent hours trying to make Lottie a baby brother or sister. 

But then Chris got the call. He had to leave for a mission and when Lottie found out her Chris was leaving her, it was like her whole world was crumbling down round her. He was only going for a weekend and would be back by Sunday night but she couldn't stand being away from him. Chris gave the two of you a kiss before leaving. 

(Side note, yes she called him her Chris, not your Chris but hers).

You slept with Lottie in your bed that night and gave her one of Chris’ t-shirts to sleep with. The smell of the shirt helped and soon Lottie was pacified. She slept so much that night that you actually had to wake her up, all the crying tiered her out. 

That weekend, you were so sick. It was unlike anything you felt before. Lottie was crying because she was so worried for you so Claire had to come over for the remainder of the weekend to make sure you weren't dying and that Lottie was taken care of. You felt like a shit mother but you didn’t know what else to do. 

After a weekend of throwing up and being unable to leave the toilet most of the day, Claire bought you a pregnancy test. You didn’t think you were pregnant, you just thought you had the flu because you weren't this sick with Lottie, but you took the test anyway. And when it came back positive, you almost passed out. Not from shock, from exhaustion. 

Chris came home on Sunday night and wasn’t shocked to see the two of you cuddled in bed. He awed at the sight and quickly got showered and changed before joining you in bed. 

The next week was the toughest in a while. Hiding your morning sickness from Chris was almost impossible since your daughter made such a big deal every time you threw up. Claire came over and told him that you had the flu and that she took you to the doctors and they gave you meds for it. Thank God for Claire Redfield. 

You didn’t have a plan about how to tell Chris. Claire came up with the idea to get Lottie to tell him. It would be cute and Lottie was so into their business anyway that keeping this a secret was hard. 

You were wearing a long maxi dress that showed off your bump, the bump you had been hiding from Chris with his shirts and big hoodies. You put Lottie in a top that said ‘Big Sister to be!’ on it and told her to go tell Chris that mommy was pregnant. And she did exactly that. 

“My Chris!” She shouted as she ran into the room and into his lap. “Mama’s pregnant!” She told him. You wished you had taken a picture because his face was unreal. He read your daughters top and placed her off his lap before he looked over at you. You were stood there in your dress with your hands on your stomach. She felt your eyes water as he jumped up, running towards you before slowly down. He took you into his arms before showering you with kisses. His hands went to your swollen stomach and kissed the material of the dress and praised you. Lottie didn’t know what was going on but she just giggled from the couch, clapping her hands.

As the months went on and your stomach swelled more, Chris got more and more protective over you. He was protective over you anyway but now you were carrying his baby, he was over protective. He would make sure he was doing all the hard-work around the house, including cleaning and fixing anything. He allowed you to do stuff like laundry and shopping but he had to help you. 

When you were pregnant, Lottie struggled to realise what was happening until one night the three of you were on the couch and your stomach moved. Lottie screamed and pointed at your belly. “Alien!” She shouted and hid in Chris’ chest before you started to giggle. “Lottie. That was the baby kicking.” Chris put his hand on your stomach as the baby kicked again, this time pushing Chris’ hand. “It means that they are happy and saying hello.” He took Lottie’s hand and placed his hand over hers on your belly again as you felt the baby kick once more. They then moved inside your belly and pushed its face to your stomach, showing the outline of a head. “That’s my baby in there, Lottie.” Chris smiled and kissed your bump, where they were pushing against your stomach. Lottie couldn't get over what happened and proceeded to tell everyone that her “baby brother or sister kicked her” from your belly. Simple to say, all her fellow three year olds at playgroup were confused. 

Your waters broke at home. You never thought Chris would look as worried as he did when he heard the yelling from the bathroom. Chris ran around the house, calling Leon and Claire to come pick up Lottie. He grabbed the hospital bags as you sat on the couch, humming through some contractions and Lottie watched the chaos unfold. 

She held your hand until Claire got there and she packed Lottie a bag and swiftly took the girl to their house. She protested, of course, saying she wanted to stay with you but you explained that you couldn't but you could come to the hospital and see the baby after they were born. She agreed and went away with your friends. 

You made it to the hospital where you were told you were four centimetres dilated, meaning you should probably stay in hospital in case things went fast. Four hours in, you wished things were ‘going fast’. The contractions were painful but Chris breathed through them all with you. He was amazing. The best you could have asked for. He made you laugh between contractions and supported you. 

After seven long hours, you laid there holding your newborn in your arms. Chris’ face lit up when he was told by the nurses you had a baby boy. He always wanted a son. He couldn't get over his face and cheeks and small body. And you couldn't get over how much he looked like Chris. 

A few hours and many naps later, Leon and Claire came to the hospital with Lottie and Sherry. Claire cried as soon as she walked into the room. Seeing her big brother with such a small newborn just got to her. Chris then introduced your son. “Meet Issac Luca Redfield everyone.” 

Lottie sat on the bed and waited patiently to hold her baby brother. The girl held her brother in her arms, with the help of Chris. “He’s so cute.” She spoke out and looked at you then at Chris. “Daddy I want another one.” 

The room fell silent. Your daughter had just asked for another sibling hours after Issac was born. And she had just called Chris daddy. He could have fallen to the ground crying if he wasn’t holding his son. 

Leon spoke up, “Maybe we should give mommy and daddy a bit of a break first.” He laughed and looked at the scene in front of him, holding Claire’s hand. 

“I want one.” Claire whispered in his ear and smiled, looking at her brother. 

[osterfieldshollandgirl]

A Photographic Love

This is for @osterfieldnholland and @fancyxholland. This is my second Harry story, let me know what you think!!

           Harry Holland and you have been best friends since you could remember. The way you met each other was through your older brother Harrison who was best friends with Harry's older brother Tom. Haz would always take you to playdates with Tom and make you play with Harry and that is how our bond started growing.  The crush on Harry started two years ago and has been growing stronger every time you spent time together. One special tradition you had with Harry was to meet weekly and have coffee or tea together and just chat about the week.

           One day during the week of Charlotte's birthday, you were at a coffee shop waiting for Harry for your weekly coffee dates. The usual drinks were already on the table as you had already begun working on an assignment on your laptop when you noticed that Harry was fifteen minutes late. After it officially hit an hour, I go to grab my phone to call him when I felt Harry kiss your cheek as a greeting. You smiled up at him as he unpacked his camera equipment and laptop, you noticed he was acting differently as he was completely ignoring you. "Harry, are you okay? You are never late. Did something happen?" I ask worried, he does not answer for a few moments as he puts his face in his hands. I let him be for ten more minutes than ask again gently, "H, are you okay seriously. You are not answering me, and you were late." Harry looks up from his laptop with an annoyed expression and says after a deep sigh, "I am sorry that I was late, I was at a shoot and I thought if I canceled it would be rude so I decided to still come even though I have so much editing to do." I look at him in shock and retort back, "Well if you thought to tell me that you had something to do, we could have rescheduled. I did not make you come today so please do not give me an attitude." He just rolls his eyes in response and excuses himself to go to the restroom.

       I take a deep breath as he walks away from the table and sees a message pop up on his phone from the other side of the table. I could not help myself and peek over to see the name Charlotte Osterfield and a heart emoji in the message and my heart instantly aches thinking maybe something is going on between the two of them. My sister always got the attention and being the youngest and prettier one, it makes sense that Harry would put her first over me even though we are best friends. I then go to Instagram and see that Charlotte had posted a story and open it with my heart beating fast as I see Tom, Harry, Haz, and her all hanging out while doing a birthday shoot for her. Harry's story pops up after with a selfie of him with the group then the next picture is of Charlotte. This made my mood change dramatically and annoyed on how the day is turning out.  I resist the urge to pack and leave him hanging here alone but I think maybe he will be open and tell me himself. He comes back to the table and immediately goes for his phone and see his smiles as he responds to her text, I sigh to myself and put myself more into my work. I hear Harry gently say my name as he must have checked who saw his story and saw my name on the list. I ignore him giving him a taste of his own medicine, Harry then tries to take a hold of your hand but you yank it away while deciding that you have had enough and start packing up your things.

            After putting your laptop charger and notebooks in the bag and as you are about to put your laptop away as you hear Harry asks in disbelief, "Are you seriously leaving because I was late?" I snap my head in his direction and say back bitterly, "No, I am leaving because you choose Charlotte over me today shooting her birthday pictures even though we had this planned. Also, you were not going to tell me that you were with my brother, Tom, and here if I had not seen your text message." He looked at me with distrust and anger, "You read through my messages when I left, how could you invade my privacy like that." I shake my head and laugh sarcastically, " I did not read your phone, I just saw the name and it made me think something was going on between you two then I saw you all get together without me. What hurts most is that I thought you would consider my feelings and include me even if they did not invite me. Everyone chooses her over me and now that you have done it, I can not trust you right now." Harry sits there shocked and in deep thought about what I just said, I continue, "The photos are probably only Harrison and her right? see they are embarrassed to be seen with me and you probably did not even question it."

           Harry then spoke gently, "Well, you are not a person to get pictures taken, and when I asked them should I ask you to come both of them agreed with me." I sat there speechless for a second and I wait for a minute to apologize, however, he does not, and I get to leave without another word to upset to sit there any longer. As I head towards the door, I see Tom and Harrison along with Charlotte heading in the café and all I can see is red and sadness takes over. I put a poker face as I walk past them, I see Tom smile at me as I pass him and smile back at him because he does not have anything to the situation. Harrison then walks towards me and pulls me to the side to hug me, I yank my arm out of the hold and ignore him walking past him making him upset and confused. Charlotte waves but does not look up from her phone as she passes me, I look at where her eyes are trained on Harry. I take a deep breath and walk out the door, but before I could walk out the door a hand catches my wrists. I turn back and see that is Harry, he has a pleading look in his eyes as he says, "Please stay I am sorry that I did not even think to ask you to partake in the photoshoot and make you feel that way. I came because I love spending time together, it is my favorite part of the week." I look back at the table where they are all sitting and look back at Harry, "Then you should have not invited them all here than if this is your favorite part of the week." He shakes his head and says annoyed, "I invited them to hang out with us, so you felt included and now you are mad at me for including you. You are driving me crazy when you make your mind up on what you want to, let me know." Then walks away from me back to the table with a smile on his face as if our little fight did not just happen. I storm out the door and feel his heated stare on my back as I exit the café.

Harry's POV:

        I walk back to the table as I am contemplating what just happened. I sit down in my seat and turn to see an angry Harrison glaring at me. I look at him and ask carefully, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He looks at me confused, "My loving sister just basically ignored me like I was not even there, what did you do to upset her?" I shake my head annoyed and explain, "Well today we were meant to meet around one for our weekly coffee dates and I was an hour late since our shoot lasted longer. I did not tell her that we all did a photoshoot without her and she found out from Char and my Instagram stories. I tried to not make it obvious that we were all together. And then she got more upset that she was left out and immediately knew it was for Char's birthday and claimed that is always the forgotten sibling." After saying Harrison and Charlotte look at each other in guilt knowing exactly what they did was not a nice way to treat their sister. I see them text somebody right away and I hear a ding on both of their phone's seconds later. While I sit there watching them all on their phones examining the text's, I already know it is from Y/n, all three of them are smiling as if they won the lottery.

      I immediately text her "I am sorry for being rude and not including you today. Please let me make it up to you and give you your photo shoot for being an idiot. I would never also put you second after anyone." I hit send and my heart races hoping she will respond. I look back at Harrison who then says with his head down, "There is more isn't there, just spit it out." I clear my throat to get Charlotte's attention and Harrison motions to get on with it. "She says that Charlotte demands all the attention and her needs and wants to get before hers always. She thought that I was late on purpose because I put her second. Which I would never do that to her ever." I see Charlotte's face pale and her expression falters, "That is not true at all. I do not get all the attention. She does not like pictures and that is why she was not included." Harrison adds in defending both sisters in a way, "I can see how she feels because Char does get a lot of attention. But Y/n never asks for anything and when I ask to help, she pushes me away. Maybe I should go home and comfort her." I shake my head suggesting sending Tom because she smiled at Tom before leaving. Tom agreed and went off to comfort her.

     Later that night, Tom came home late, and he entered my room smelling like Y/n meaning they probably cuddled making me feel slightly jealous. He reports that she is feeling better and she was hurt so she lashed out otherwise she is the calmest person. He also included details as Harrison and Charlotte apologized to her and they made up. Now all I am waiting for is for a text back, I open the message to see she had seen it but did not respond to it. I instantly feel the panic rise and call her which goes straight to voice mail. I take a deep breath and decide to edit the pictures so that are ready for tomorrow's birthday party.

Y/N POV:

     After I got home and got myself to calm down, I took a nice bath and pampered myself for the party tomorrow. I had just finished shaving, did my nails this beautiful red color that I know Harry would love. I go to pick up my phone to snap a picture but stop myself knowing he will bring up today's situation. I had just set up my television with Netflix looking for a movie to watch. A soft knock comes from my door and I hear, Y/N/N and know it is Tom. "Come to Tom." He enters and shuts the door behind him, I pat the spot next to me on the bed. He climbs in and opens his arms for me to cuddle him. Tom's and my relationship are like sisters and brothers. Sometimes I go to him for advice instead of Harrison who always somehow finds out anyways. I am guessing Harrison gets it out of him. As I cuddle deep into his chest, I mumble, "I know I was wrong to treat all of you like this today and I am sorry for that. However, I am not sorry for feeling the way I do about my place in my family's priorities." Tom lifts my chin and looks me in the eyes as he says," You are important to me no matter what happens your needs and wants will be fulfilled by me. I will put anyone aside if you need help." I smile and kiss his cheek softly making him blush. "Thank you, you are truly an angel. Can we just watch a movie and cuddle?"

      He nods and holds me closer as he is about to start Love Rosie, a knock comes on the door. Harrison and Charlotte come into the room and sit on the bed as they apologize for not noticing me more and I pull away slightly from Tom to hug them both and before Harrison leaves he shoves a pillow between Tom and I. I laugh and once Haz leaves I move the pillow and snuggle into Tom's warm chest as Tom intervenes our fingers and admires my nail polish. "I love this color; it is pretty against your skin tone." I smile sadly thinking of Harry as we continue to watch our movie. The movie ends and Tom had fallen asleep, shaking him gently waking him causing him to hold me tighter, I blush and lean up against the bed frame. He wakes up and smiles sleepily at me and gets up to go home. I see that Harry texted and I read it, I am happy he apologized but felt too tired to respond so I put my phone on the charger and went to bed.

ALL POV:

      The party was at exactly eight on the dot and everyone was showing up with presents and smiles. The dress Y/n decided to wear was an amazing red dress that fits like a glove that ended around her mid-calf, it matched her nails along with ruby earrings and ring, and black high heels that gave her some height. This outfit was to get Harry's attention and to also make yourself feel like a queen. Even though the whole day Harry kept trying to talk to her, she kept giving him the silent treatment. Harry and Tom had come to help set up the decorations, it was awkward at first because Harry kept trying to talk to you and you tried to ignore him and continue your current activity. He walked away, Tom and Harrison looked at each other worried as you two are usually chatting and laughing away. They walk outside and sit on the lawn chairs chatting up a plan to help you make up.

       The decorations for the party were almost all done, and Y/n needed help putting up the banner. She ventured the whole house and could not find Tom or Harrison, as she was going in the kitchen Harry was sitting on his phone. He looked up at his best friend who was holding a banner in her hands and got up to help her. On the way to the ladder she puts her hand out as to stop him and he stops in his spot but watches her make sure she is safe. He subtly gets closer and holds the ladder for you as you put the banner up. You put it up perfectly and climb down the ladder to see Tom and Harrison watching the scene in front of them with smiles, she looks at them with a weird expression. Harry looks at the boys for help and watches her walk away sadly. Tom and Harrison guide Harry to the table and explain their master plan to get them back together. They all agree on the plan and get up from the table to get ready for the party.

     The boys are all sitting on the couch waiting for the girls to come down, Harry looks down at this watch and says, "The girls better hurry, people should be here soon." Harrison jokes, "Y/n takes less time than Charlotte." They hear a door open and see both girls walking down the stairs, first walked Charlotte. Y/n walked down the stairs after her sister and saw Tom and Harrison smile at her complimenting how beautiful looks. Harry could not take his eyes off Y/n and he started to slightly walk towards her with a card in his hands. She watches him walk over and takes the card from him with a smile on her face and pulled him in for a hug. "I am sorry for acting like that yesterday, if you like her, I should be supportive, not jealous." Y/n apologized, and Harry accepts the apology, "I am sorry as well, but I do not- ", he gets interrupted by Y/n. "You do not have to explain yourself; I understand. I just want us to be happy again." "wait seriously Y/n/n—" he gets cut off by the doorbell as Y/n rushes off to open and greet the first couple guests.

     During the party, Harry had been taking pictures of Charlotte and other people while also looking for Y/n. He looked across the room and saw you leaning against the wall with Tom holding a beer in one hand and his other hand above your head. It looked like you two were a couple and that was part of the plan to act jealous and hurt to see how you feel. The whole night he also secretly took more pictures of you and admired how much of a princess you looked hosting and chatting with people. Tom looked over at Harry and winked signaling the plan in full action. Tom waves Harry over and asks for a picture of the two of them, Tom wraps an arm around her waist as she leans into his shoulders holding his waist as well. Harrison walks up and says mockingly, "You look like such a cute couple, how long have you been together?" while smiling. Tom then leans down to kiss Y/n on her cheek and Harry caught it at the perfect moment smiling at the picture. It is finally his turn, he puts the camera down and acts like he is inspecting the photo and says bitterly, "You two should go out, just like Char and I should, right? If you liked Tom than why did you not say anything" storming out to the almost empty backyard.

Y/N POV:

        Tom and Harrison look at me with sympathy and I stand there confused about what to do. I turn to Tom, "I am sorry, I see you as a big brother. I did not mean to give the wrong idea." I rush after Harry and hear Harrison joke, "My sister just rejected you. Wow, I guess Spiderman is not impressive enough for her." I shake my head and walk to the back yard. When I reach the backyard, I see Harry sitting there on the step with his camera looking through his pictures he took of the party tonight. I do not make a sound and watch quietly seeing that eighty percent of them are of me and not Charlotte. I gasp when I see the one with Tom and me, Tom is smiling down at me, but my eyes are directly looking above the camera at where Harry was standing. Harry turns around and stands up walking towards me, so we are facing each other.  "You took mostly pictures of me, but it is not my birthday." I say softly, he cups my face gently as he says, "I only came to the party to spend time with you. I would do anything to spend time with you. After you got upset, we made a plan to get you to be happy again." I smile taking a moment to admire his desperation for my reaction and admit, "I am in love with you Harry, and if you would forgive me for my attitude towards you. I would love for you and me to be together, would you be my boyfriend?" 

          He moves one to hold my hips and I feel his eyes fill up with love, "I would love to be your boyfriend. I was supposed to ask that, but I can be the one to kiss you first." He leans down and captures my lips in the most passionate and heated kiss I have ever experienced. I wrap my arms his neck slightly pulling on his hair making him moan into my mouth. He kisses me deeper as he pulls me closer and his hands roam my back. We hear a yell coming from the window and suddenly pull away. Harrison protectively says, "I do not want to be the older brother here, but when I said to make her happy, although not that happy." I laugh and pull Harry out of everyone's view making him sit on the lawn chair and move to sit down in another chair next to him. He pulls me into his lap and we sit there for the rest of the night enjoying each other's companies and  of                 course kissing lots.  

@littlekidsteve​ @peachyxholland @tom-holland-is-spiderman @follow-tom-holland-is-spiderman @parkerpeter24 @frenchfrostpudding @osterfieldnholland  @fanficparker @mymoontom @marvels-blue-phoenix @holytingle @petertiingz @fancyxholland @abcdefanfics

[theatresweetheart]

Dad Against the Darkness

Set in the same verse as this!

Summary: Being a father is a lot of responsibility, being a new father even more so. When Virgil wakes with a nightmare in the middle of the night, Roman is right there with him.

Warnings: Crying, nightmare mention, mention of an absent father, slight angst (like the tiniest bit).

Pairings: Parental/Familial Prinxiety, Mentioned Brotherly Creativitwins.

Word Count: 1968 words.

Taglist: @isle-of-gold

A/n: So, I’ve been having a lot of fun writing for this little verse and this has been an idea that’s been bouncing around my head for ages. So, I finally decided to sit down and right it out. It’s basically tooth-rotting fluff. It was a fun write! 

Enjoy!

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Waking up in the middle of the night to a scream was enough to raise goosebumps on anyone’s arms. To scare the daylights out of anyone that was unfortunate enough to hear it.

Roman shot bolt upright in his bed, eyes blurred as he tried to blink the sleep from them.

If he still lived alone, then he would have been far more alarmed then he was, but he had just recently brought a young boy into his home. Relaxing slightly at the reminder that this wasn’t just some haunting nightmare, he allowed his eyes to flutter shut sleepily again.

Only to shoot wide open again as he pieced the puzzle together.

Oh god.

Virgil.

Throwing the comforter off of him, he tugged his night shirt down and fixed his sweatpants so they sat more comfortably around his waist before he pushed the door open.

The hallway was coated in a thick inky darkness and he blinked the white spots from his eyes as he had gotten up far too fast. He could hear the sobs more clearly now that there was nothing but a single door separating them as they echoed down the hall.

Heart twisting at the heartbreaking sound, Roman wasted no time at all to push Virgil’s door open and scan the room. He could still hear his blood rushing in his ears from the scare. However, he heard another cry at his entrance and Roman winced after realizing his mistake.

Opening the door without any warning in the middle of the night after having a nightmare would be frightening.

Yikes. Don’t just burst into his room unannounced. Remember that for next time.

His eyes then found Virgil’s form curled up in the middle of the bed, tangled in a dark purple comforter and shivering. The blanket itself seemed to be thrown around the bed in a what would-be escape attempt. Virgil’s hands were clasped against his mouth as wide teary eyes flashed in the slight light creeping in through the break in his heavy blinds.

Roman stood in the doorway for a moment, dumbstruck and his mind running through different ways of helping. He hadn’t had to help Virgil through something like this yet, so he was a bit clueless as to what would help and what would hurt.

“Virgil?” He tried, keeping his voice soft.

Virgil only shook his head, backing up and having his back hit the headboard of his bed. “M’sorry,”‌ he choked out, through heaving breaths and quivering sobs. “I did- didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” Roman was quick to understand that the kid was about to apologize for waking him up, even if he didn’t mean to. Obviously. He wanted to stop that train of thought before it left the station. Though, judging by how terrified Virgil was, Roman was positive it was already long gone. “It’s okay, I’m not upset. Not in the slightest. Promise.”

Though, it seemed just verbal reassurances weren’t going to do anything, so the adult stepped a bit further into the bedroom and got close enough to sit on the edge of the bed. But he didn’t say anything just yet, almost unsure of what he should be saying. Did Virgil want verbal comfort? Physical comfort? To watch a movie downstairs, stay here?

He took a breath, chest aching as he listened to Virgil sniffle. Yearning to do nothing more than just reassure him that his dad was right there and that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Roman was answered with a hesitant but quick nod.

Taking that information, he bit his lower lip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Virgil barely hesitated when it came to that. He shook his head.

“Okay, that’s okay,” Roman assured him, before cracking a tentative grin, “I usually don’t want to talk about my nightmares right after they happen either.” He ran a hand down his sweatpants before turning his attention back to Virgil. “Want to try and head back to bed?”

Virgil shook his head, his breathing seeming to pick up at the very idea of it.

“We can stay up for a bit.” Roman moved the slightest bit closer, not wanting to encroach on Virgil’s personal space but wanting to let him know that he was in reach if that’s what Virgil wanted. “Would you want to head down to the living room and watch something on the TV down there, or would you want to read a book in here?”

Virgil raised a hand, scrubbing at his eyes to try and clear the tears away, but they wouldn’t stop coming.

He looked so small and frail like that—curled up into himself and tucked as far against the headboard as he could get.

When Virgil blinked those big glassy heterochromia eyes back at him, he felt something stir in his abdomen.

It was like a parental instinct that was whispering to him.

It only took Roman a moment more to realize that Virgil didn’t want to talk anymore than he needed to. Which was completely fine!‌ Roman could definitely do most of the talking.

“Hm. Let’s do this instead. Watching a movie will be option one, and reading will be option two.” He paused for a moment, waiting to see if Virgil got it, before continuing. “You can just show me with your fingers which option you’d prefer.”

With a little hesitance, Virgil lifted two fingers.

“Option two it is.”

Roman moved to get up, when he was stopped. There was a hand latched onto his shirt and he turned slightly to see Virgil holding onto him. Eyes wide and watering and worried. 

“What’s up?” It was a bit odd, having the kid be so physical. Even if it wasn’t actual touching. Virgil kept his distance, stayed wrapped up in his hoodie and tried not to come in physical contact with him.

(Roman almost worried if it was something he had done to make Virgil worry about that sort of touch, when he had then recalled how the woman at the orphanage had mentioned how touch was a touchy (no pun intended) subject for Virgil.)

“…can we read in your room?”

The request was soft and Virgil’s voice was far from steady. Roman had an itching feeling they would probably go through another round or two of tears before everything was back to normal, but he would stay up to the break of dawn with Virgil if that’s what he needed.

It was what he had committed himself to do as his father.

To be a rock and a safe place when he needed comfort and a loving touch.

A picture of his own father flickered into his mind and Roman shook it off instantly, refusing to allow that thought to linger. Besides, Roman was already that much better a parent than his own had been.

“Of course we can,”‌ Roman’s expression softened further. “Did you have a book in mind?”

Virgil shook his head, releasing his hold on Roman’s shirt before fiddling with the end of his sleeve, hiccuping softly from time to time.

“That’s okay.” Roman pushed himself into a stand and looked back to the nine-year-old over his shoulder. He then tapped his chin in an exaggerated motion. “Besides, I think I‌ have an idea for one.”

“Re-really?”

“Really really,” he offered his hand out and he could see the hesitance on Virgil’s face clear as day.

Roman wanted to say something along the lines of ‘it’s okay, don’t worry’ but the words died in his throat when he felt his hand being grabbed. Virgil was shuffling over his bed to slip off the side and onto the floor. He let go quickly after he seemed to remember something and reached up onto the bed to grab for his spider plush.

“Charlotte,” Roman remarked, watching as Virgil’s teary eyes blinked up to meet his own, “a most valiant and brave companion.”

Virgil sniffled, grabbing Roman’s hand again after making sure Charlotte was close. The adult led the way out of the bedroom before closing Virgil’s door.

It was something his mother had done for him whenever he had had nightmares. Roman had always worried—when he was a child, of course—that if the door was left open, then the nightmare or the creatures from within the nightmare could come and get him. If the door was closed, the monsters were sealed inside while he was safe with his mama.

Remus had relentlessly teased him for that, but he wasn’t safe from that sort of ideal either. Whenever his twin had had nightmares, he actually ended up hiding under the bed as he felt more covered there. Mama usually had to coax Remus out of his hiding place.

Long story short, both twins had ample ammo to use against each other.

They got to his bedroom in no time and Virgil, after asking for explicit permission, clambered up onto his bed. Roman shut the door, keeping the spooks out there, before turning on his fairy lights. While, yes, it could be seen as childish, watching the wonder and awe flicker over Virgil’s face as the lights twinkled made every teasing remark from Remus worth it.

Virgil’s cheeks were flushed red and streaked with water, but his eyes weren’t as filled with fright anymore. He just seemed exhausted at this point.

Roman knelt over by his bookshelf, searching the titles for a specific book before finding it after a moment. He plucked it out and went back to bed. He crawled into it comfortably before settling against the headboard and setting up a few pillows behind his back to make the position more bearable for an extended period of time.

After he had found his place, he opened his arms to Virgil and he was far less hesitant to take him up on it.

Virgil snuggled up close to his side, Charlotte tucked protectively against himself as he rested his head on Roman’s chest.

Roman wrapped the boy closer to him, and just before he opened the book, he looked down to see Virgil’s eyes fluttering closed. Already the boy was so much more at peace and he relaxed a little further.

Opening the book to the first page, Roman cleared his throat quietly, and Virgil’s eyes tried to stay open long enough to actually see what they were about to read. Roman knew it would only take a few more minutes before the kid was out like a light.

“Ready, Virge?”

Virgil yawned, before snuggling closer and nodding his head sluggishly.

“Okay.”

Roman adjusted himself a little more, resting the book comfortably down and letting his free hand stroke through Virgil’s soft short locks. He ended up idly fiddling with some strands. Though, just before he read the first sentence, his eyes gazed down at the little boy curled up against him so trustingly. It made something warm light in his chest and he felt good.

Was this how his mother had felt, reading him and his brother to sleep?

It made pride swell somewhere deep within him; how Virgil felt safe enough to sleep beside him after waking with such a terrible nightmare.

Because right now, Roman felt nothing but an undying adoration for the child sleeping soundly against him.

Being a parent had to be the most rewarding feeling in the world.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” Roman started, keeping his voice soft, barely more than a resounding hum in his chest. He smiled softly, letting his hand continue to card through Virgil’s hair. “Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…”

Goodnight, Virge. 

I’ll be right here.

Promise.

[fanfics4all]

Shut Up

Request: Yes / No prompts 9 & 3 for a john murphy x fem!reader please :) Anon

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1891

Warnings: Getting hung and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname 

Prompt(s): “Stop pushing me away.”, “You haven’t listened to one word I’ve said. Have you?”

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When the 100 got down to earth everything was going alright. Well, my boyfriend was being his normal kind of asshole self. I was the only one that knew why he was the way he was. His mother blamed him for his father’s death and her last words to him were how much she hated him and that he’s the reason his father was floated. I was there for him as soon as I heard what happened. He was lashing out and I was right there with him, I didn’t want him getting arrested for something alone. So, that’s how the two of us got arrested and how we ended up on earth. 

Things were rocky lately. We had the Grounders to worry about, we had people taking off their bracelets so the Ark would think we were dead, and we had Clarke pestering everyone about how we need the Ark and other bullshit. She managed to get Bellamy kind of on her side, but John still only followed Bellamy… Somewhat. Right now I was taking a break and my boyfriend was supervising everyone that was working. 

“No water till this section is up!” He shouted and smacked a cup of water out of a guy's hand. I sighed and shook my head. 

“What? What are you staring at, huh?” He said to the guy and I walked over to him. 

“Don’t you think you’re letting this power get to your head?” I asked. 

“Not at all.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. 

“You know you love it, because that means I can get you out of work.” He said pulling me closer. 

“You son of a bitch!” Clarke said coming in between us and shoving him. 

“What’s your problem?” He laughed and I glared at the back of her head. 

“Recognize this?” She asked holding up his knife and I made my way to his side. 

“It’s my knife, where’d you find it?” He asked trying to take it back. 

“Where you dropped it after you killed Wells.” She accused and I scoffed. 

“Where I what?” He asked. 

“The Grounders killed Wells, not John.” I said annoyed. 

“You really believe that Y/N?” She asked. 

“Of course.” I said and she looked back at John. 

“I know what you did, and you’re gonna pay for it.” She threatened. I was ready to beat her ass, but John pushed me back slightly. 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Bellamy, you really believe this crap?” He asked him, but Bellamy didn’t answer. 

“You threatened to kill him. We all heard you! You hated Wells.” Clarke said. 

“News flash Princess, most of us here hated him because of what his dad did to us.” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“Yeah, but he’s the only one who got in a knife fight with him!” She shouted. 

“Babe, stay out of this.” He said to me then turned back to Clarke. 

“Yeah, I didn’t kill him then either.” He said. 

“Tried to kill Jasper too.” Octavia said. 

“What?” Jasper asked, confused. 

“Come on, this is ridiculous. I don’t have to answer to you. I don’t have to answer to anyone!” He said loudly and grabbed me to walk away.

“Come again?” Bellamy asked, stopping him. 

“Bellamy, look, I’m telling you man, I didn’t do this.” He said moving closer to him, I followed.

“They found his fingers on the ground with your knife.” He said quietly.

“Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules, does that mean that we can just kill each other without- without punishment?” Clarke asked everyone. 

“Look, I already told you I didn’t kill anyone!” John shouted. 

“I say we float him.” One guy said and my eyes widened. 

“Yeah!” Others agreed. I moved Next to John and grabbed his arm, and he placed a hand over mine. 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Clarke said to the guy that suggested it. 

“Why not? He deserves to float. It’s justice” They guy said. 

“No he doesn’t!” I shouted. 

“Y/N…” John said in a warning tone. 

“Revenge isn’t justice!” Clarke said. 

“It’s justice! Float him! Float him!” The guy started chanting and just about everyone joined in. John grabbed me and tried to run, but someone tripped him and a few people grabbed me. They started beating him while he was on the ground and I was screaming. 

“Stop! Please stop!” I begged, but everyone ignored me and they wouldn’t let me go. 

“No! Get off him!” Clarke shouted, also trying to stop them. They started trying him up and I was panicking. 

“It was me!” I shouted and everyone stopped. 

“I did it! I killed Wells, I’m the one you want! Float me.” I shouted and John looked at me. 

“Y/N don’t.” John said. He knew I was lying, but I couldn’t see him get hurt. Clarke and Bellamy looked at me, they could also tell I was lying. I wasn’t the type to hurt someone, unless I needed to. 

“Float her! Float her!” The crowd started cheering and I was knocked to the ground as people started beating me. One guy shoved a makeshift gage into my mouth, while another tied my wrists up. John was screaming for them to stop, but he was held back by a few guys. They lifted me up and tossed me to the ground near a tree. When I tried to get up a guy punched me to the ground. 

“You can’t do this!” Clarke shouted trying to get to me. 

“Please! Stop!” John begged. 

“Back off!” The guy that started this shoved Clarke as they set up a rope on a tree branch. 

“Get off me!” Clarke shouted, getting out of his grip. They wrapped the rope around my neck and lifted me up. They placed a box under me and I was just able to stand so I wasn’t choking. 

“You can stop this! They’ll listen to you!” Clarke shouted at Bellamy. 

“Please, just let her go!” John shouted and I stared at him. I had tears falling down my face and they burned the cuts that were given to me. 

“Bellamy! You should do it!” The guy that started all this said. 

“Bel-la-my!” The crowd chanted. 

“Bellamy, please man.” John begged. 

“I saw you in the woods with Atom, I know you’re not a killer!” Clarke said to him. 

“Please man, don’t do this, you know she didn’t kill him.” John begged him. 

“Bellamy, don’t do this. Don’t do this!” Clarke cried. Bellamy walked up to me as Clarke begged him not to. 

“Bellamy please!” John begged, but he didn’t listen. Bellamy kicked the box from under my feet and I screamed as the rope tightened around my neck. I was struggling for air and slightly swung around making everything worse. 

“No! Y/N!” John shouted trying to get away from the people holding him back. The crowd was cheering as I was losing air. 

“No! Bellamy, no!” Clarke shouted as she shoved him. 

“Let go of me!” John shouted. 

“This is on you, Princess! You should’ve kept your mouth shut!” Bellamy shouted. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Finn shouted, rushing over. 

“Cut her down! Charlotte, get out of here now!” He shouted at a little girl. 

“Cut her down!” He shouted again. He tried to get over to me, but someone stopped him and pulled a weapon on him. 

“Just stop okay!?” The little girl shouted. 

“Murphy didn’t kill Wells! Y/N didn’t either!” She shouted getting everyone’s attention. 

“I did!” She shouted. 

“Oh, my God.” Clarke said and grabbed Bellamy’s ax. She quickly cut the rope holding me up and I fell to the ground. Finn and Clarke both rushed over to me and Finn pulled the tight rope around my neck so I could get some air. I gasped in a little bit of air that I could, with the gag still in my mouth. Clarke quickly cut the rope from my neck and Finn took the gag out. John finally was free and rushed over to me. 

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay.” He whispered, a few tears hitting my face. 

“Take her inside, I’ll look at her once everything is dealt with.” Clarke said and John lifted me up. He took me inside the dropship and rested me on one of the hammocks that were set up. 

“Why would you do something so stupid?” He asked quietly. 

“Because, I couldn’t see you get hurt like that.” I said and he shook his head. 

“You didn’t deserve that.” He said. 

“Well, neither do you.” I said and he sighed. 

One month later

It’s been a month since I was hung and I still have nightmares about it. Sometimes I wake up gasping for air and other times I wake up screaming. John was still upset with me telling everyone I killed Wells and taking the punishment they wanted for him. He’s been trying to push me away, but I figured that after a month he would get over it. 

“So maybe we could spend the day in bed?” I suggested when we woke up in the morning. John was already getting dressed, but I figured he would stop. 

“Yeah, whatever.” He responded. 

“Great, so how about you take off your pants and get back in here.” I said lifting the covers for him to join me once again. 

“Sure Y/N, I’ll see you later.” He said putting on a shirt. 

“You haven’t listened to one word I’ve said. Have you?” I asked annoyed and glared at him. 

“Uhuh.” He mindlessly answered. 

“That’s it! John Murphy, you look at me this instant!” I shouted and he looked at me. 

“What?” He asked annoyed and I looked at him shocked. 

“Why are you always mindless answering me?” I asked annoyed. 

“I’m not, look I gotta go.” He said, but I got up and stopped him from leaving. 

“No!” I said and he looked at me shocked. 

“Stop pushing me away.” I said and gently touched his cheek.

“I can’t…” He whispered and looked away from me. 

“Why?” I asked, trying to get him to look at me, but he pushed my hand away. 

“Because you can’t get hurt because of me then!” He said and I looked at him shocked. 

“That wasn’t because of you John, I made that decision for myself.” I said and he shook his head. 

“If you weren’t with me you would have never offered yourself up.” He said and I shook my head. 

“Your wrong, John, because I would still be your friend and I still wouldn’t want to see you hurt.” I said with a small smile and he sighed. 

“Please… I can’t see you get hurt again…” He said. 

“Then protect me. We both know I can look after myself if I need to, but we also both know I don’t know when to  shut up.” I said and he chuckled. 

“You never did.” He said with a small smile.

“Then protect me John. Tell me when to shut up.” I said and he pulled me to him. 

“Deal.” He said and got back into bed with me. 

“You just need to listen to me when I tell you to shut up.” He said and I nodded. 

“I’ll try.” I said and kissed him. 

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[owenjoyners]

catching up

“You had superpowers…”

“Yep. A couple different ones actually.”

“Were they fun?”

“Meh.”

Henry talks to Piper about being Kid Danger.

Words: 1958 

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Henry and Piper have been sitting on the couch for a long time. Like a really long time. Like they have never, ever been this close together for this long, long time. 

They hadn’t despised each other before or anything, but they were both often running around doing a million things. Piper putting herself out there on the internet for thousands of people, and Henry putting himself in danger for the sake of his city.

But after learning how many times she almost lost her brother forever, Piper wanted to be a little bit closer to him whenever she could be, even when doing something incredibly boring like homework. Sometimes they would talk about their days, but most of the time they would just sit without uttering a word. The young girl just came to appreciate the fact that her brother was there, with her, and not being beaten halfway-to-death behind a deserted building. 

She wasn’t on top of him, physically or metaphorically speaking, she didn’t want to drive him away even further than he had been, but being on the same side of the couch didn’t leave much room between them. 

Their parents were out, maybe still at work, maybe somewhere else, but the kids didn’t mind. They liked the house when it was a bit quieter. Now that there were no more secrets between them, both of them found real joy and peace in being alone.

Piper sighed, and looked up from her biology textbook and broke the silence. She didn’t know why she was so nervous to ask her own brother a question, but she was. “Can I ask you something?”

Henry looked up from his copy of The Great Gatsby. “You know I got a D in bio, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” she laughed. “But it’s not about that.”

“Good.” He closed the book and tossed in onto the coffee table. “So what’s up?”

Piper looked down and ran her thumb over the edge of the pages of her book to relax herself. “Why do you do it?”

Henry wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but had a pretty good guess. “My job?”

“Yeah.”

“Honestly,” he stopped, trying to think of a reason. For a question he thought about a lot, he couldn’t seem to find the right answer. What could possibly be the reason he would give it all up for? What was worth losing his life? He started to think about if he dies on the job, what will happen? What would his parents think? Would it be worth it? But the thought that made his eyes start to tear up was the thought of Piper being an only child. Piper, without a brother to care for her when their parents were nowhere to be found.

His baby sister moved the book off of her lap and slid over to hug him before he completely broke down crying. She saw his lip quivering when trying to get out what he was thinking, and felt horrible for asking something so personal. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I never should’ve asked.”

Deep down, Piper was the one thing he cared about the most. Yes, he loved Charlotte and Jasper, he was really close with Ray, he cared about Schwoz too, and really everyone in Swellview, but Piper was the one person he would always put before anyone else. He turned to face her, but instead of looking at her, he hugged her tighter than he ever had and let his eyes soak the collar of her shirt. 

They sat like that for a few minutes, with Henry shrinking himself down so that his face would rest on his sister’s shoulder, and allowing himself to really let it out and cry for what felt like the first time in a decade. His hands were grasping at the fabric on her back, like if he let go he’d disappear and be lost forever. 

Henry was able to pull himself together to give her an actual answer. After a few sniffles, he could look her in the eyes. “I said I would. I made a promise. People were counting on Kid Danger, Ray was counting on me to be there.

“At first,” he continued, “I was doing it because it was new, and fun, and exciting, and it still is, but you get used to being in…”

“Danger?”

“Sure,” he laughed. “And you do get to a point where you start thinking, what am I doing here, why me, and then you remember that you swore to protect people, and to help them. You made a commitment. But after that wears off, and you’re so tired of coming home and having to cover up cuts and bruises and the only things going through your mind are all the worst possibilities, and what if this, what if that, and now, really thinking about it, if I had to pin it down to one reason, it would,” his voice started to break, “be you. It’ll always be you.”

He worried if that was too much. She’s just a kid, and I just unloaded all my emotional baggage onto her and told her my entire sob story. 

“What?” She asked, her voice not even above a whisper.

“For some reason,” he answered, “this town has more criminals than everywhere else in the state combined. They’re out there all the time, constantly hurting people.” He took a second to catch his breath. “People, children even, get hurt every day by these maniacs, and if I can take some of them off of the streets, then maybe it’ll help me sleep at night knowing that there’s less of a chance of you being hurt by someone.”

All the memories of Piper being near the villains flooded his head. She had to go through all of that alone. Henry was nowhere to be found because he was hiding behind a mask instead of being her brother.

“And, Piper, I am so sorry for all the times you were in danger. The balloons, the bugs, Swellview’s Got Talent, all of it. I would never let anything serious happen to you, you know that right?”

Piper had been crying the whole time Henry has been talking. “I know,” she said, wiping more tears from her cheeks. “You’re too stubborn to lose.”

Henry dried his face with his sleeves, and genuinely laughed with his sister.  “Haven’t you seen me get my butt kicked? The news isn’t very kind to us, and there’s plenty more where that came from.”

She giggled at the comment. Then she remembered something. “Hold on a second…”

“What?” He asked. What could possibly be more interesting to a little sister than her brother getting made fun of on the news?

“You had superpowers…”

“Yep. A couple different ones actually.”

“Were they fun?”

“Meh,” he shrugged. 

Super fast reflexes were great, indestructibility was great, but laughing fire was just every kind of awful.

“Well there was the one mistaken for a disease. What was it? Hypo Mobility?”

“Hyper Motility,” he corrected her. 

“Sorry,” she sarcastically apologized. “Still sounds like a disease.”

“Yeah, but it was nice to have, no matter how sickly it sounded. I had to inhale lizard and spider fumes to get it, so that’s cool, I guess.”

“Yuck,” she scrunched up her face with disgust. “But hey, if it gives you superpowers, I guess it’s worth it.”

“Oh yeah, it was,” he sighed, “even if it was only for a short time.”

“Yeah, do you want to talk about what happened with that?”

“Didn’t you hear about it on the news? I thought we did an interview with Trent and Mary” he said, knowing that story had been all over the news that night. 

“A little bit,” she shrugged. “But I asked Henry Hart if he wanted to talk about what happened, not Kid Danger. That guy’s a loser anyways.”

“Hey! I think he’s—” Henry cut himself off when he realized what she was doing. “Oh, right. You know.”

“I sure do.” She smiled.

It made him sad from time to time that Twitler took it away, but his sister had been left in the dark for so long that she deserves it from him. “Okay, but it’s kind of a long story.” 

“I got time,” she shrugged and gave her brother a smile. She really did want to hear the story, but she also wanted to give her brother someone to talk to about all this stuff. And maybe, if he keeps talking now, he’ll talk to her more about stuff in the future.

“So, you know about the computer virus.”

Piper nodded, having learned a little from the interview.

“So we had an antivirus made to kill it, but I couldn’t touch it, since I’m not indestructible, it would take away my powers too—”

“Because the virus was partially made of your powers, so they have the same properties.”

“Bingo,” Henry nodded, sadly.

“But you wear gloves? And you’re pretty much covered everywhere else. How’d it get through them?”

“I had to take the gloves off—“

Piper cut him off again with a sad, drawn out “no!”

“Yeah, the actual virus got on my gloves and if that touched me, my body would’ve been taken over by the virus. So I had to scoop up the antivirus with my bare hands. I mean, I think the entire digital world outweighs super fast reflexes, even if it’s pretty close,” he laughed. 

“Gross. Wait, why didn't you use your mask or something to scoop it up?” She asked. 

“I—” he stopped. Henry closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down. He dropped his head, and his voice grew softer. “I didn’t think about that.”

He was ready to start crying again. If he had just taken a second to think for once in his life, he could still have one of the best things that ever happened to him.

Piper saw how sad he got when she made the suggestion, and quickly put herself in his position. She felt awful about making himself upset again, considering she has just given him an existential crisis mere moments before. 

She wrapped her arms around his back and started rambling to try to calm down her brother. “Never mind, that would be ridiculous. You’d have to risk exposing yourself to anyone who could see you, never mind if a news helicopter was flying by. That’d never work. Sorry I said that. What you did was entirely the right call.”  She racked her brain for something else to bring up to get his mind off of the previous and heartbreaking topic. “Wait, you said you had a couple superpowers. What was the other one?”

Henry exhaled before talking. “Oh yeah,” he said. “I was indestructible for like two days, a few years ago. But when I laughed I breathed fire, so we had to get rid of that.”

“Dang, boy.”

“Yeah, that was not good. Being indestructible was cool, but definitely not the fire part. There were a couple of times where I did it in front of you guys and you almost saw me.”

Piper thought of all the times she should’ve noticed that her brother was up to something. All the bad lies and excuses, spending way too much time at work, and even when she thought she knew the truth, she would be easily convinced that it was fake. She laughed. “Yeah, I was dumb.”

“You weren’t dumb. You were little. You’ve grown up a lot in the past couple of years.”

She blushed at the compliment. “I guess I did have a pretty good role model.”

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Share a Lair 09 || Share a Scare

Charlotte was asleep on top of Max whenever Billy and Nora began to get ready to go. Their parents were going to come pick them up, so they tried to quietly wash up and gather their things without waking Max and Charlotte. Nora even texted them that Max was asleep so not to make noise whenever they came, after she silently snapped a photo of them to potentially use against him later. He looked more peaceful than she could remember seeing him and he even seemed to be smiling a little, though with the eye mask on, she wondered if he was actually asleep. Had to be though, because he’d have sensed her so close for that photo otherwise.

When the monitor sounded, “Alert, parents approaching,” Max abruptly snatched off his eye mask and started trying to get up. He slid Charlotte over carefully and she stirred a little, but hugged the pillow and remained sleeping.

After a moment to drink her in (which Nora definitely noticed), Max urged his siblings to get their things and leave out of the door before their parents came in. However, they made their way in, saw him and Hank cheered, “Oh! You’re awake!” He winced and looked at Charlotte. Still asleep. He put his finger in front of his mouth and shoved Billy and Nora towards the door.

“Max, who is that girl?” Barb wondered.

“A friend. A sleeping friend. Shhh.”

“That’s Charlotte,” Billy said. “She says she isn’t Max’s girlfriend, but they sleep in the same bed and hold hands and stuff a lot. I think they even kiss!”

Barb and Hank both looked a mixture of surprised and excited to hear this. They’d heard of this Charlotte a few times and well, Max hadn’t been involved with anybody in a while and he was usually his best self when involved with someone special.

“Get out!” Max hissed, pushing the line of them towards the door as they protested, his parents asked questions, Billy defended his assessment, Nora fussed about being rudely shoved, and Max shut and locked the door behind them.

Just in time, because Charlotte stirred and looked up at him. Breathily, he greeted, “Heyyyy, You. Good morning. Sorry to wake you. Billy and Nora left kinda noisily.” She was still partially asleep when she sat up and just sat there for a moment, sort of looking around the room. She was adorable when she first woke up. His heart couldn’t stand it. “You want me to get you some breakfast?”

She stretched, yawned and reached for her dental pouch on the night stand. “Naw. I gotta get to work. Thanks, though.” She washed up in his bathroom, changed into clothes that she had in his closet and grabbed Penelope and her bag to head for the tower. “See you later!” She cheered and was gone. He was lonely as soon as she left.

.

Over the next  few weeks, a few things happened. Charlotte began to sleep over every night, without it being a conversation or requiring explanation. Also, Henry got really busy (and cranky), as his superhero advancement assessments neared. This meant that Charlotte was a little bit busier, too, and spent more time in the tower than usual.

She began moving most of her work needs into Henry’s lair. If he passed his assessments and became a hero in his own right, she didn’t know if he was going to even remain working with Ray. They were close, but Ray was sort of a mess and well…

Henry would never reach his true potential if he just went along with him all the time. He might even be held back if he focused on his loyalty to Ray more than his loyalty to himself and his own abilities. He worked hard to get out of the shadow of Captain Man and to be fair, he worked harder than Ray did, in general.

It was a point that she was making as she gave herself a pedicure in Max’s room while he was working out. “I mean… even you, as an already established superhero are here to advance and not necessarily remain in Phoebe’s shadow…”

“What do you mean, Phoebe’s shadow?” He asked.

“I just mean, well.. she was first. In superhero… on the path…”

“Yeah, but I bested her and was granted the position on Z-Force. Our next assignment was leading together, as a team.”

“A team of Thundergirl and SuperMax. Rarely ever said the other way around.”

“You think Phoebe is better than me?”

“I think Phoebe has been working as a superhero longer than you and that it’s something that others are aware of and something that you probably have thought about a few times. Why are you acting like this?” She was genuinely confused, because this conversation wasn’t even about HIM, it was about Henry and she was merely mentioning him to establish empathy. Now, he looked mad or something. But, he smiled.

“I’m good.” The shade of red that he was let her know that wasn’t my true. She bit her lip. “What were you saying? Something something, Henry. Something something something, Kid Danger."

She sighed. "Can I not discuss my job in your room?”

“Henry is your job? I haven’t heard shit about what you do tonight. Just like a huge list of reasons that Henry is too good for Captain Man…"

There he was. There was the Max Thunderman that she had been wondering Whatever happened to him? And for whatever reason, seeing him like this… hurt her feelings. "Sorry. I will take my list and go.” She began to grab her stuff, but wondered if she should just get her immediate things and go, or take all the crap she’d let get comfy in here the past few weeks?

She was considering it when she felt his hands take her wrists gently, “Charlotte, don’t go. I’m sorry.” She didn’t want to look at him. If she did, she might be susceptible. And she couldn’t be susceptible. His tone was unwarranted, unnecessary and hurtful.

“Acknowledged. I’ll talk to you when we’ve cooled off.” Able to keep herself from looking at him, she grabbed her phone and nothing else. She worried that staying a moment longer might make her weak.

“Char…”

“Goodnight, Max.” She told him and headed for the tower. She hoped Henry wouldn’t make a thing out of this, but she was too upset to be in Max’s quarters right now and she certainly wasn’t about to sit in her car and cry. Besides, there was a couch in the lab if she simply couldn’t face Henry.

Whenever she came into the tower, Henry and Jasper had the TV on and were sitting mighty close. Henry was leaning back against the couch on the floor and Jasper was laying on his belly on the couch, resting on his elbow with his other arm rested on Hen’s shoulder. They turned whenever they heard the door swoosh and said “Hey!” to her. Charlotte waved a hand and wondered, “Could I chill here a moment? I can go into another room if you two are in the middle of something.”

Jasper sat up to make room on the couch, swinging one leg over Henry’s shoulder where Hen was now leaned back into the opening of his legs. “Nah. Come on. We’re watching this hilarious movie.”

“By hilarious, he means terrifying,” Jasper said.

She nodded and sat down next to Jasper, who noticed that something wasn’t right and pulled her onto his shoulder. She tried not to cry, but that gesture made her break her resolve. He looked at her and she just wiped her eyes and shook her head. PLEASE DON’T ASK. Fortunately, he did not. He didn’t say anything, either as Henry was oblivious and throwing his head back to cackle at the horror scenes on TV.

After a while, she was falling to sleep on Jasper’s shoulder and Henry was getting up to get ready to go to bed. “She asleep?”

“Yeah,” Jasper said.

“Gonna leave her here, or take her with us?”

“I don’t wanna leave her here. I think something happened. She was sad when she got here,” she heard Jasper say. Now, she had to either let them know that she wasn’t asleep yet so that much more wouldn’t be said, or pretend to be asleep to avoid facing any questions or feelings.

“Okay. Well, bring her. I’m ready for bed,” Henry said. She felt Jasper gently shift her to carry her bridal style to Henry’s room and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The three of them heard the computerized voice call, “Alert, Superior Hero to You approaching.”

Henry looked around, “What the heck was that?” he asked.

“The monitor thingy announcing Max,” Jasper said, settling Charlotte in bed.

“But, why does she say THAT to announce him?” Henry asked.

“Probably because he’s good with computers and most likely programmed her to do so,” Jasper said, laughing a little. “Get rid of him. He’s probably the reason Charlotte was upset. He never comes to your chambers.”

“Right?”

Henry went to his door and opened it to see Max, clearly fresh out of the shower and seemingly upset. “What?” Henry asked.

“Hey… Is Charlotte here? Her car is still outside, but I think she blotted herself off of the house scan.”

“If she did, I’m guessing it was to dodge you. I don’t know how to check a fuckin’ house scan and I’m positive Jasper doesn’t either. What did you do wrong?”

Max nodded his head and looked at the floor. “You’re right. Sorry to bother you at this time of night. I was just worried about us… her…” He sighed and wiped his hand through his hair. “Just… if she ever wants to talk to me, I’ll be available for her, anytime, always.” He turned and started leaving.

“No snivelling or smug little quips?” Henry asked.

Max winced and forced a smile, “Goodnight, Henry.” He didn’t say anything else as he left the exit from the tower into the main house.

Henry just watched him. What the hell was that about? Henry went into his bedroom, where Jasper was laying on his belly and Charlotte was sitting up. They both were facing the door, waiting for him. He was startled to see them not going to bed. “You two aren’t going to bed, and I’m ready to. So, if you’re about to gash over Max, take it out of here.”

“What did he say?” They both asked, ignoring Henry’s request.

He rolled his eyes, “Something like he’ll wait forever to talk to you or something. Go ask him. He’s barely out of the tower. All I know for sure is that you two better let me go to sleep,” he crawled into bed and they got up.

Jasper walked Charlotte to the door and wondered, “You gonna be alright?”

“Of course. You guys have hurt my feelings worse than he could, plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. We’re your friends, that’s your… you know…” Jasper said with the shrug of his shoulders.

Charlotte was too tired to do her whole ‘Whatever do you mean?’ routine, and too sad. So, she just said, “I think that makes it hurt worse. Whenever your friends don’t get it. When they just hurt you and keep going.”

Jasper felt bad. He knew that he and Henry had issues regarding this topic. He was working on it, though. Tonight, he just said, “Well, at least Max didn’t just keep going. He wants to make it right, whatever he did to hurt you and he wanted to do that tonight. If I had a guy like that, with his hair, and brains, the superpowers, my God, that print! I’d be letting him off easy every time, much more the first time.”

“I am. I just… I guess I’m not used to BS from him. I’m used to him being this escape from being sad or angry.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. I know he’s a super, but he’s human. Go talk to him, forgive him, love on him and you know, give him a little tug, on my behalf…” She cackled at Jasper’s shamelessness.

“Henry is gonna ban you if you keep this up,” she warned.

“He should just take it as an opportunity to step his D game up.”

“Wow. Goodnight, Jasper.” She left laughing.

Max heard the monitor announce, “Alert, Future Baby Mama approaching,” and he gasped and assessed himself. He had been eating his feelings for several minutes, gorging on treats from the snacker and had a pile next to him and probably some on his face! He rushed to make sure he was presentable, and when she landed on the landing pad, he felt at least… clean.

She got up and fiddled with her fingers, “Hey. You’re still up.”

“Yeah,” he said and approached her. He stopped just short of her face and put his hands together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to behave so jealous. I just hate how much you love him. I don’t know. It finally got to me when you just… KEPT talking about him.”

“Jealous?” She repeated, with her eyebrow raised. She sighed, laughed, then squealed, “Men are infuriating!”

He nodded, feeling really disappointed in himself, “I try really hard to be perfect for you, because I know that you’re generally surrounded by infuriating men..”

She softened and stepped closer, to fill the space between them, then just hugged him. “That is so unnecessary, Max. Just be you. I like him. I liked him from Day 1… hundred.” He laughed into her hair and hugged her back. “It’s beneath you, Dude. You and Henry being jealous of each other is SO stupid and I don’t understand why either of you feel that way!”

He leaned back to look at her, “The fact that you don’t know why Henry would be jealous of me is part of my insecurity. He should be jealous of me. I’m ME!”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “And he’s him. Neither of you could ever be what the other one is to me, so to be jealous is absolutely ridiculous. You two don’t mean the same thing to me. You’re never gonna be my lifelong best friend, because that’s already happened already and nobody else can be that for me, not you, not anybody. And as that person for me, Henry’s NEVER gonna be able to be anything else, in my eyes, so for you to be jealous, when you’re who you are to me…”

He stared into her eyes for a moment, waiting for her to elaborate. He really didn’t want to ask her, but since she didn’t seem to be willing to volunteer the information, he did. “Who am I to you?”

“You’re my Maximus,” she said and diverted her gaze from his eyes.

Whether she meant maximus as in “greatest” or “My Maximus,” as in she was FINALLY claiming him, he was satisfied. Beyond, in fact. She looked at him again and saw him smiling. “Let’s go to bed, okay? No more Henry talk,” she decided.

He nodded in agreement. He hadn’t ever wanted to talk about him in the first place. He gave her a kiss on the lips then rested his lips on her face, “Deal.”

[neshabeingchildish]

Share a Scare

Earlier today, I made a list of every illness/infection that I’ve had over the past couple of months, and let me tell y’all, I am not exaggerating or joking when I say I am ready to die. I honestly could die today and be so happy with that. I hate my life. I’m tired of being in pain and tired of getting sick and not being able to afford to get well, but Happy Valentines’ Day anyway. Here is an update. Sorry they’ve been so scarce.

Share-a-Lair 9

Charlotte was asleep on top of Max whenever Billy and Nora began to get ready to go. Their parents were going to come pick them up, so they tried to quietly wash up and gather their things without waking Max and Charlotte. Nora even texted them that Max was asleep so not to make noise whenever they came, after she silently snapped a photo of them to potentially use against him later. He looked more peaceful than she could remember seeing him and he even seemed to be smiling a little, though with the eye mask on, she wondered if he was actually asleep. Had to be though, because he'd have sensed her so close for that photo otherwise.

When the monitor sounded, “Alert, parents approaching,” Max abruptly snatched off his eye mask and started trying to get up. He slid Charlotte over carefully and she stirred a little, but hugged the pillow and remained sleeping. 

After a moment to drink her in (which Nora definitely noticed), Max urged his siblings to get their things and leave out of the door before their parents came in. However, they made their way in, saw him and Hank cheered, “Oh! You’re awake!” He winced and looked at Charlotte. Still asleep. He put his finger in front of his mouth and shoved Billy and Nora towards the door.

“Max, who is that girl?” Barb wondered.

“A friend. A sleeping friend. Shhh.”

“That’s Charlotte,” Billy said. “She says she isn’t Max’s girlfriend, but they sleep in the same bed and hold hands and stuff a lot. I think they even kiss!” 

Barb and Hank both looked a mixture of surprised and excited to hear this. They'd heard of this Charlotte a few times and well, Max hadn't been involved with anybody in a while and he was usually his best self when involved with someone special. 

“Get out!” Max hissed, pushing the line of them towards the door as they protested, his parents asked questions, Billy defended his assessment, Nora fussed about being rudely shoved, and Max shut and locked the door behind them. 

Just in time, because Charlotte stirred and looked up at him. Breathily, he greeted, “Heyyyy, You. Good morning. Sorry to wake you. Billy and Nora left kinda noisily.” She was still partially asleep when she sat up and just sat there for a moment, sort of looking around the room. She was adorable when she first woke up. His heart couldn’t stand it. “You want me to get you some breakfast?” 

She stretched, yawned and reached for her dental pouch on the night stand. “Naw. I gotta get to work. Thanks, though.” She washed up in his bathroom, changed into clothes that she had in his closet and grabbed Penelope and her bag to head for the tower. “See you later!” She cheered and was gone. He was lonely as soon as she left.

.

Over the next  few weeks, a few things happened. Charlotte began to sleep over every night, without it being a conversation or requiring explanation. Also, Henry got really busy (and cranky), as his superhero advancement assessments neared. This meant that Charlotte was a little bit busier, too, and spent more time in the tower than usual. 

She began moving most of her work needs into Henry's lair. If he passed his assessments and became a hero in his own right, she didn't know if he was going to even remain working with Ray. They were close, but Ray was sort of a mess and well… 

Henry would never reach his true potential if he just went along with him all the time. He might even be held back if he focused on his loyalty to Ray more than his loyalty to himself and his own abilities. He worked hard to get out of the shadow of Captain Man and to be fair, he worked harder than Ray did, in general.

It was a point that she was making as she gave herself a pedicure in Max's room while he was working out. "I mean… even you, as an already established superhero are here to advance and not necessarily remain in Phoebe's shadow…"

"What do you mean, Phoebe's shadow?" He asked.

"I just mean, well.. she was first. In superhero… on the path…"

"Yeah, but I bested her and was granted the position on Z-Force. Our next assignment was leading together, as a team."

"A team of Thundergirl and SuperMax. Rarely ever said the other way around."

"You think Phoebe is better than me?"

"I think Phoebe has been working as a superhero longer than you and that it's something that others are aware of and something that you probably have thought about a few times. Why are you acting like this?" She was genuinely confused, because this conversation wasn't even about HIM, it was about Henry and she was merely mentioning him to establish empathy. Now, he looked mad or something. But, he smiled.

"I'm good." The shade of red that he was let her know that wasn't my true. She bit her lip. "What were you saying? Something something, Henry. Something something something, Kid Danger." 

She sighed. "Can I not discuss my job in your room?"

"Henry is your job? I haven't heard shit about what you do tonight. Just like a huge list of reasons that Henry is too good for Captain Man…" 

There he was. There was the Max Thunderman that she had been wondering Whatever happened to him? And for whatever reason, seeing him like this… hurt her feelings. "Sorry. I will take my list and go." She began to grab her stuff, but wondered if she should just get her immediate things and go, or take all the crap she'd let get comfy in here the past few weeks? 

She was considering it when she felt his hands take her wrists gently, "Charlotte, don't go. I'm sorry." She didn't want to look at him. If she did, she might be susceptible. And she couldn't be susceptible. His tone was unwarranted, unnecessary and hurtful. 

"Acknowledged. I'll talk to you when we've cooled off." Able to keep herself from looking at him, she grabbed her phone and nothing else. She worried that staying a moment longer might make her weak. 

"Char…"

"Goodnight, Max." She told him and headed for the tower. She hoped Henry wouldn't make a thing out of this, but she was too upset to be in Max's quarters right now and she certainly wasn't about to sit in her car and cry. Besides, there was a couch in the lab if she simply couldn't face Henry.

Whenever she came into the tower, Henry and Jasper had the TV on and were sitting mighty close. Henry was leaning back against the couch on the floor and Jasper was laying on his belly on the couch, resting on his elbow with his other arm rested on Hen’s shoulder. They turned whenever they heard the door swoosh and said “Hey!” to her. Charlotte waved a hand and wondered, “Could I chill here a moment? I can go into another room if you two are in the middle of something.”

Jasper sat up to make room on the couch, swinging one leg over Henry’s shoulder where Hen was now leaned back into the opening of his legs. “Nah. Come on. We’re watching this hilarious movie.”

“By hilarious, he means terrifying,” Jasper said. 

She nodded and sat down next to Jasper, who noticed that something wasn’t right and pulled her onto his shoulder. She tried not to cry, but that gesture made her break her resolve. He looked at her and she just wiped her eyes and shook her head. PLEASE DON’T ASK. Fortunately, he did not. He didn’t say anything, either as Henry was oblivious and throwing his head back to cackle at the horror scenes on TV. 

After a while, she was falling to sleep on Jasper’s shoulder and Henry was getting up to get ready to go to bed. “She asleep?”

“Yeah,” Jasper said.

“Gonna leave her here, or take her with us?”

“I don’t wanna leave her here. I think something happened. She was sad when she got here,” she heard Jasper say. Now, she had to either let them know that she wasn’t asleep yet so that much more wouldn’t be said, or pretend to be asleep to avoid facing any questions or feelings.

“Okay. Well, bring her. I’m ready for bed,” Henry said. She felt Jasper gently shift her to carry her bridal style to Henry’s room and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The three of them heard the computerized voice call, “Alert, Superior Hero to You approaching.” 

Henry looked around, “What the heck was that?” he asked.

“The monitor thingy announcing Max,” Jasper said, settling Charlotte in bed.

“But, why does she say THAT to announce him?” Henry asked.

“Probably because he’s good with computers and most likely programmed her to do so,” Jasper said, laughing a little. “Get rid of him. He’s probably the reason Charlotte was upset. He never comes to your chambers.”

“Right?” 

Henry went to his door and opened it to see Max, clearly fresh out of the shower and seemingly upset. “What?” Henry asked.

“Hey… Is Charlotte here? Her car is still outside, but I think she blotted herself off of the house scan.”

“If she did, I’m guessing it was to dodge you. I don’t know how to check a fuckin’ house scan and I’m positive Jasper doesn’t either. What did you do wrong?”

Max nodded his head and looked at the floor. “You’re right. Sorry to bother you at this time of night. I was just worried about us… her…” He sighed and wiped his hand through his hair. “Just… if she ever wants to talk to me, I’ll be available for her, anytime, always.” He turned and started leaving.

“No snivelling or smug little quips?” Henry asked.

Max winced and forced a smile, “Goodnight, Henry.” He didn’t say anything else as he left the exit from the tower into the main house. 

Henry just watched him. What the hell was that about? Henry went into his bedroom, where Jasper was laying on his belly and Charlotte was sitting up. They both were facing the door, waiting for him. He was startled to see them not going to bed. “You two aren’t going to bed, and I’m ready to. So, if you’re about to gash over Max, take it out of here.” 

“What did he say?” They both asked, ignoring Henry’s request.

He rolled his eyes, “Something like he’ll wait forever to talk to you or something. Go ask him. He’s barely out of the tower. All I know for sure is that you two better let me go to sleep,” he crawled into bed and they got up. 

Jasper walked Charlotte to the door and wondered, “You gonna be alright?”

“Of course. You guys have hurt my feelings worse than he could, plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. We’re your friends, that’s your… you know…” Jasper said with the shrug of his shoulders. 

Charlotte was too tired to do her whole ‘Whatever do you mean?’ routine, and too sad. So, she just said, “I think that makes it hurt worse. Whenever your friends don’t get it. When they just hurt you and keep going.”

Jasper felt bad. He knew that he and Henry had issues regarding this topic. He was working on it, though. Tonight, he just said, “Well, at least Max didn’t just keep going. He wants to make it right, whatever he did to hurt you and he wanted to do that tonight. If I had a guy like that, with his hair, and brains, the superpowers, my God, that print! I’d be letting him off easy every time, much more the first time.”

“I am. I just… I guess I’m not used to BS from him. I’m used to him being this escape from being sad or angry.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. I know he’s a super, but he’s human. Go talk to him, forgive him, love on him and you know, give him a little tug, on my behalf…” She cackled at Jasper’s shamelessness. 

“Henry is gonna ban you if you keep this up,” she warned.

“He should just take it as an opportunity to step his D game up.”

“Wow. Goodnight, Jasper.” She left laughing.

Max heard the monitor announce, “Alert, Future Baby Mama approaching,” and he gasped and assessed himself. He had been eating his feelings for several minutes, gorging on treats from the snacker and had a pile next to him and probably some on his face! He rushed to make sure he was presentable, and when she landed on the landing pad, he felt at least… clean.

She got up and fiddled with her fingers, “Hey. You’re still up.”

“Yeah,” he said and approached her. He stopped just short of her face and put his hands together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to behave so jealous. I just hate how much you love him. I don’t know. It finally got to me when you just… KEPT talking about him.”

“Jealous?” She repeated, with her eyebrow raised. She sighed, laughed, then squealed, “Men are infuriating!” 

He nodded, feeling really disappointed in himself, “I try really hard to be perfect for you, because I know that you’re generally surrounded by infuriating men..”

She softened and stepped closer, to fill the space between them, then just hugged him. “That is so unnecessary, Max. Just be you. I like him. I liked him from Day 1… hundred.” He laughed into her hair and hugged her back. “It’s beneath you, Dude. You and Henry being jealous of each other is SO stupid and I don’t understand why either of you feel that way!”

He leaned back to look at her, “The fact that you don’t know why Henry would be jealous of me is part of my insecurity. He should be jealous of me. I’m ME!” 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “And he’s him. Neither of you could ever be what the other one is to me, so to be jealous is absolutely ridiculous. You two don’t mean the same thing to me. You’re never gonna be my lifelong best friend, because that’s already happened already and nobody else can be that for me, not you, not anybody. And as that person for me, Henry’s NEVER gonna be able to be anything else, in my eyes, so for you to be jealous, when you’re who you are to me...”

He stared into her eyes for a moment, waiting for her to elaborate. He really didn’t want to ask her, but since she didn’t seem to be willing to volunteer the information, he did. “Who am I to you?”

“You’re my Maximus,” she said and diverted her gaze from his eyes.

Whether she meant maximus as in “greatest” or “My Maximus,” as in she was FINALLY claiming him, he was satisfied. Beyond, in fact. She looked at him again and saw him smiling. “Let’s go to bed, okay? No more Henry talk,” she decided. 

He nodded in agreement. He hadn’t ever wanted to talk about him in the first place. He gave her a kiss on the lips then rested his lips on her face, “Deal.”

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

ask Two for the angst ones this time: 13 for raini, 5 (possibly will be pertinent come the end of this minicampaign) & 29 (she literally has Any Weapon w/ her pact so it's fititng) for ayen, 7 & 10 (hehe I know there's trauma in this one) for cog, and then mix and match 4, 17, 18 between Caspian, Ryker, and Brilliance bc I don't know them as well and I would Like To

My life is just below readmores now, I guess. Will I ever learn to shut the fuck up? No! And that is a promise 

Raini

13. What does it take to make your character cry? Oh boy. Raini definitely isn’t a big crier, because she a) doesn’t really let herself get to that point and b) hard pivots into “angry” over “upset” and she isn’t an angry crier. She’s cried twice in game so far, and probably not many times before that. In both in game cases -and likely the always alluded to but never seen “before times”- the catalyst for her crying was being overwhelmed. In a good way, bad way, whatever, but that’s the trigger. Just- Looking at something, not knowing what else to do but let yourself cry about it, and not seeing any reason to stop yourself.  (shfjsdjkfh the funny answer is: during sex. But can you IMAGINE jskdfskjdf)

Ayen

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves? Oh for sure. Without question. Not without guilt, in fairness, but without question. She’s pretty well adjusted, pretty “go with the flow”, but she did grow up in a pretty cutthroat world. She was spared from having to make those kinds of brutal decisions from a super young age by Shadow Mom, but she definitely saw the fallout of those choices and learned that, while it’s all well and good to do the “right” thing, it’s much more important to do the right thing for you. If that means condemning some stranger to die so you and yours don’t have to? So be it. Better people have done worse, because that’s sometimes just how things go.  I’ll be honest! This character decision was a completely on the fly one when we were having that debate in the library about what we should do with the information we learned in the library. But I stand by it. In character, Ayen 1000% sees whatever’s going on as Not Her Business. It’s fucked up, sure! But, you know. Not her monkeys, not her circus.  29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most? Bro I love that Ayen doesn’t have A Specific Weapon SO much. Especially because Pact of the Blade specifically makes it so that, whatever weapon she summons, she’s proficient in while wielding it. So she sees somebody using a weapon, goes “oh! cool!” and summons it herself, and then just. Intuitively knows how to use is. How fucking funny is that conceptually??  Her go to if things are serious or she doesn’t have time to pick something obscure is a longsword. Dad uses a greatsword, and a longsword is pretty close to that! Image how cool they looked fighting off assholes, back to back, with two bigass swords? Is that the only reason it’s her favorite? No of course not!!!! That would- that would be silly. And childish. Swords are just cool is all.  She hasn’t used any in game, but I think she honestly just doesn’t like any kind of polearm. It’s like, is it technically safer to be a little further from your enemy? Sure. Does it give you a small tactical advantage? Maybe so. But they’re so uglyyyy and they look weird and you have to use both hands and the balance is weird and >:( Spears can stay because you can throw them but you’re on thin fucking ice.

Cog

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why? Thank GOD Alex I wanted this one for Cog SO bad!!! Valentine WastelandGame! If you can read this! You’re a dead motherfucker!! This is for a variety of reasons including but not limited to: - Is responsible for the deaths of at least 3 separate world leaders! Uh oh!  - Asked for my blood one time! To do Science on! Not cool! - Ace doesn’t like him. Enough said.  - Called Ace “hotheaded” and “brutish” keep his NAME out of your MOUTH - Is fucking Maelo’s ex I think? Honestly I lost that plot on that one a little bit - Keeps taking Sunny on dates! We’re protective and Jealous?? Hard to say! We don’t have time to unpack this one let’s keep moving - Is convinced aliens exist? And are coming to attack the world? OKAY  - Talks in fucking circles about philosophy and the greater meaning of “good” and “evil” in the context of the world. Like, no sir! Good is when you help people and evil is when you kill them! Except unless it’s me killing you which is going to happen because I can cast Finger of Death now and you better believe that spell has your fucking name on it. Freak boy. - Just like. Eats straight raw steak. Not Evil but really weird and probably not great for you? - Overall just a very bad slimy manipulative and stinky dude. 0/10 I’m gonna put an arcane bullet in his skull. Like. Everything Valentine does, everything she learns about him, convinces Cog more and more that the world would be a better, safer place if he wasn’t allowed to exist in it anymore. She was kinda neutral on the guy until he gave his grand speech in Cormir about how the only way to save the world is to ‘conquer and subdue it’ and tried to talk her in circles enough that she had to agree with him or seem like a hypocrite. Since then, it’s been a slow creep from “I don’t trust this man and don’t want to work with him again, even if it makes our lives harder” to “he’s dangerous and needs to be stopped” to “...if given the opportunity, I would kill him myself”. And now that she has our new friend the Shadow Demon whispering in her ear, telling her that “the world will tremble and change before her” and that she should “stride boldly, and fear not the consequences that may follow” honestly? The next time we see Valentine, he might be in trouble!  10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character? Oh, is there trauma in this one? Is there? Alex? Is there? Maybe so!! We’re gonna talk about Cog’s dad first, because he’s a) still alive and b) I KNOW you’re fishing for more mom angst. Cog’s dad name is Conrad Grace! He’s the head of Lafaroh’s town guard, whatever that means for a town of maybe a hundred people. I feel like his day to day really consists more of making rounds to check on people than dealing with criminals, although he likely has to break up the occasional disagreement or toss somebody in the drunk tank for the night. He’s also in charge of making sure the Guardians -the gods that live deep in the swamp outside Lafaroh and protect the town in exchange for food, building supplies, the occasional corpse, and other resources- get their offerings (This is Important, because he does Stop doing that soon). He married into he Grace family (that’s RIGHT he took his wife’s last name because it’s 2021 and he’s Woke not because her family like runs the town okay moving on), initially because I genuinely believe he fell in love! They were probably pretty young, because Lafaroh is very much a Deep South Swamp Town Analogue, but I don’t think it was just a social power move. The most important Conrad fact? He told Cog that he became disillusioned with the Church when she left home, because he couldn’t imagine continuing to support something he could now see had so clearly been hurting her. And I, Rebekah, a homosexual who has had Words with my Christian parents about the way their religion has hurt me? OH buddy we were a little bit of a mess about it. DM Ryan! Don’t you know I’m projecting!! Please be more careful! (Editor’s Note: This is the moment that made me realize I was projecting. Whoopso!!) Cog’s mom name is Charlotte Grace Sr. because, I guess, we’re freaks. I hate that this makes Cog technically a junior because the thought of anyone calling her Charlotte Jr. makes me break out in hives, but it is, technically, correct. The distinction while Cog was growing up was, instead, “Charlotte” and “Charlotte Olivia” because, again, we’re southern as hell. Charlotte Sr. is, unsurprisingly, the head of Lafaroh’s church, which means she very much has more actual power than her husband does. She did love Cog, I think, but in a way that very much more felt like someone guarding an investment than raising a child, especially when Cog became a teenager. She had high, exacting expectations, and grew more distant from Cog the older she got. Whether this was an unintentional side-effect of Charlotte Sr. becoming more engrossed in the preparations necessary to allow Cog to become the “Conduit”, or whether it was a purposeful decision because she knew she would lose her daughter and wanted the sacrifice to hurt less is unclear. Cog’s dad is kinda just a dude, but we KNOW this bitch has mommy issues. I also think an important distinction to draw between the two is that while I’m willing to give Conrad the benefit of the doubt and say that he may have just wanted Cog to stay in Lafaroh when they party returned because he was worried about his daughter and wanted her home, Charlotte Sr. wanted Cog there because it was Where She Was Supposed To Be, because she had a destiny to fulfill. More than that, when Charlotte Sr. found out that Conrad had stopped sending supplies to the Guardians when Cog left and had instead been selling them to Bandits to get money to rebuild the town, she was not nearly so understanding. She accused him of heresy, and ordered for him to be, uh. Flayed alive. Which wasn’t great. It’s what got her killed ultimately; Cog had to choose between her parents, and after watching her Mama summon a shadow demon that very nearly choked the life out of Sunny? It was a choice with only one possible outcome. 

Caspian

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are? Caspian is. Caspian is Just a person. Like she is just out here doing her best, trying not to get killed by, idk. Pirates or ghosts or w/e. This is an endeavor that, statistically, could be going a lot better.  I think the more interesting angle to look at this question from is the fact that she’s a monk from a well known monastery, and that there’s Expectations on how she conducts herself in the world as a result of that. She is Just A Person, but that’s not good enough. Not when she’s running around wearing Pelor’s holy symbol, representing his monastery, reflecting on him. For a long time, I think Caspian resented the expectation that put on her! Why can’t she just be a kid? Just a person? She didn’t ask to be raised by these monks in this kind of life. But when she left home and realized how suddenly lonely she was, there were quiet, sad moments it was easy to soften with prayer. Rekindling her relationship with her god was her way of staying connected to home, and I think it also made her want to go from being Just a Person to actually wanting to take pride in being a Good Person.  And then her campaign lasted for two fucking seconds lmao so it didn’t even matter hahah! :)

Ryker

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened? YEAH BOY rye-bread got his SHIT handed to him lmaoooo His whole “why are you adventuring?” deal is that he fell in love with the noblewoman he was hired to escort across the country to her betrothed’s estate, and she played him like a fucking fiddle and convinced him -after her wedding, after she was pregnant with her husband’s first child and therefore heir- that she was in love with him too. But of course, because she was married, her husband would never let them be happy together. She talked Ryker into killing her husband, and promised to meet him the night he did it with horses and supplies for both of them. Anyone reading along at home with even a shred of common sense probably just said, “uh oh!” And uh oh indeed; she fully sold his ass out. There’s something emotionally devastating about slipping out of the bedroom of the man you just killed, his blood still on your hands, to find the woman you love standing between two enormous guards, but I can’t quite put my finger on what.  Ryker figured out her plan in the following days he spent in a cell, awaiting execution. She didn’t love her husband, but by playing the role of grieving widow and anxious mother-to-be she could ingratiate herself with his family enough to be allowed to take control of the estate while her son, the true heir, grew up to run it. It was cruel, and clean, and if Ryker hadn’t managed to escape it would have gone off without a hitch.

Brilliance 

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not? Brilliance isn’t afraid of death, she’s afraid for what she’d leave behind. One of the songs on her playlist really leans into this (and I’m very excited to be posting her playlist soon! Stay tuned!), because she is terrified of what her death might do to Sienna. She never planned to become an adventurer, much less travel to the Hells to try and save an entire city. She was content, more than content, to guard Sune’s church, to help the people that came seeking her goddess’ blessing and guidance. When her city faced a sudden influx of refugees from Elturel after its destruction, she was even happy to volunteer to help the Flaming Fist keep order and root out would-be troublemakers. She never meant to get caught up in a job that would take her out of her home city, much less out of her home plane entirely. Every fight she got into in Hell, every time it seemed like she may be staring down something that might kill her, Brilliance had to swallow down the overwhelming guilt of knowing that if she died here Sienna would never know what happened to her. The image of Sienna, worried and pacing, looking toward the door to their apartment every time there was so much as a whisper in the hallway, desperate for any sign that Brilliance had come home-- It wasn’t delusions of self-importance or self-preservation that had Brilliance taking Glasya’s deal to save her from the narzugon’s clutches; it was the image of Sienna collapsing onto their bed and sobbing because she finally admitted to herself that Brilliance was never coming home. Still. Sienna needs her, but her party needs her too. They’re counting on her to be there for them, to take the big hits that they can’t handle. First one in, last one out; she doesn’t leave until everyone else is safe. She wants to survive, she wants to go home and marry the woman she loves, but she couldn’t live with herself if she did it at the cost of the life of someone who was depending on her. Brilliance isn’t afraid of death; she would die for her party members, even the ones she doesn’t particularly like. She just knows exactly what the cost of her death would be.