#i can already hear her voice in agony talking about her regrets while watching the galaxy cauldron with a painful look in her eyes đ
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~Tokyo Revengers members reaction to their girlfriend overhears them calling her clingy~
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M i k e y
Mikey stared at your figure on the couch, your hands tightly curled around the remote and your eyes glued to the movie on the television. Something was wrong but he could definitely feel it. He knew that there was something different about you but he didnât know what. âY/n?â he called out, awaiting your response. You didnât even spare him a glance as you mumbled a âyes'. âArenât you gonna come and gimme a hug like always?â he asked, voice wavering. Mikey hated how he sounded but he finally realized what was causing him a bother, you hadnât been greeting him when he arrived home anymore. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked right after realizing what was the problem. Normally you were the type of person to not just burst out your emotions like that but before you could collect yourself,. âI,,I-â you stopped for a second to collect your breath â-I overheard what you told draken and im sorry for being so clingy.â the tears were already dripping down your cheeks mikey's eyes wavered at your words âBaby I didn't mean it like that,,Im sorry that I made you feel that way I was stressed. I love how clingy you are, and I just love the way you love me,â Mikey softly spoke, pulling you in for a gentle hug.
D r a k e n
Draken loved how clingy you could be, some days he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms. Afterall, it wasnât easy being the vice captain of toman. Your arms were a safe haven, the one place we he truly felt like he could relax and not have to worry about anything. However, when draken was truly feeling stressed about the whole pa-chin thing he would take the anger and worries out on things that didnât make him angry. Which is how he ended up in the situation he was in. Tears burning your cheeks and eyes red and puffy. Your arms were tightly crossed around your chest as you struggled to get the words out. Draken hated seeing you this way and it pained him even more to know that it was his fault. âY/n what you overheard was a private conversation with Mikey that I said under an enormous amount of stress and it wasnât true,â he calmly explained. Your tears momentarily halted as you asked âAre you sure?â in reassurance. Draken didnât say anything but opened his arms for you. Immediately you ran to his arms as he tightly held you âIâm so sorry, Y/n.â
B a j i
Baji sighed as he rubbed his temples. There was so much going on his life and he just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle with you. But you were angry with him and he couldnât figure out why. Between you and all his works he felt like he was being torn apart. Sighing heavily he looked up at you âY/n I need you to tell me whatâs wrong otherwise I canât do anything about it,â Baji stated trying to help the situation. âIm just being less clingy, thatâs what you wanted, right?â you asked in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice. Baji's brows furrowed as he racked his brain for answers, why would you think--- chifuyu . âWhat did chifuyu tell you?â his anger was bubbling a little more. âchifuyu didnât tell me anything. I went to the hideout to drop off some food when I heard you telling him I was annoyingly clingy so I left,â you explained. âY/n, I guess I didnât realize how much I love your clinginess until you stopped in. Im sorry I love your clinginess,â he sighed while the weight finally lifted from your shoulders. You smiled and opened your arms, missing giving your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend hugs.
M i t s u y a
He stared out the window with a blank look on his face. The image of your sadden expression burning into his mind. It was his fault, really. You guys got into a pretty bad fight and he was just upset over that. While ranting to Draken about you and the whole ordeal he said that you were âoverly clingy to the point it was creepy.â What he did not expect was for you to go to draken's place to apologize for the fight, overhearing the comments he made. Your face shown pure agony, his heart breaking more every millisecond. Regret. He felt regret that he didnât run after you to explain himself. âI'm creepy,,huh?â your voice sounded shattered as you spoke with no emotion. âY/n,I didnât mean it like that I was just upset. Youâre not creepy and I donât know why I even said that fuck it ,â Mitsuya said, now the one crying.âI mean at the time I meant it but now that iâve calmed down I donât,can you please forgive me? I just didn't know what came over me I'm so sorryâ Mitsuya added hopelessly. Your whole body felt tired and like youâd spent the past hours running miles. You knew Mitsuya, that sometimes he said things he didnât mean. You wrapped your arms around his sitting figure, his head resting in your chest. âIm glad you dont care that I m clingyâ
C h i f u y u
Chifuyu stared at the menu as he continued to talk about his relationship. He confided in Takemichi with private and personal problems, and trusted his advice. Sat at a table a few rows back your grip on the coffee mug began to tighten the more he spoke. Sitting across from you, your dear friend watch with a saddened expression. âI thought things between you both were going good?,â she questioned, voice laced with obvious confusion. You didnât say anything but placed some money on the table and sat up to leave. You couldnât bare to stay there any longer, hearing the things Chifuyu was saying about you was really hurting you. Once you arrived at your house you laid in bed and quietly wept. After a few hours your phone lit up showing that Chifuyu was calling. Rolling to your side you ignored it, not wanting to talk to him. A few more hours had passed when Chifuyu barges into your house, confused and worried as to why you never answered his calls. âY/n?,â he called our softly, carefully pushing the bedroom door open. Even in the dark room he could make out your silhouette in the bed. âHey whatâs wrong?,â he asked already knowing something was up. Despite wanting to yell at him you turned over and looked him dead in the eyes âWhy are you being so clingy?â Was what you had asked with ill intentions. Immediately he understood your reasons behind not answering the phone. âYou werenât supposed to hear that,â he simply said. You felt the bed dip as he took a seat upon the comfy thing. âYeah and what else havenât I heard that I wasnât supposed to? What else have you been saying?â Chifuyu could tell you were rightfully upset. âY/n,I did mean it when I say youâre clingy, but If I had a problem with it wouldnât I have told you? Im a straight up person,â Chifuyu confessed, hands reaching over towards your figure. "But I decided to fuck it up, I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry" It was silent for a moment as you processed his words. Sighing heavily you rolled to face him âDo you promise that it doesnât bother you severely?â you questioned earning a nod from Chifuyu. He leaned down a placed a gentle kiss on your cheek âI mean it.â
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That would be all~ I'm so sorry I know I write like shit, besides it's my first time writing something~ #
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Mother, Father. This will be my final letter.
You know, I used to find the two of you everywhere. I would see the love I betrayed in the faces of families who are whole. I would hear your terrified screams in laughter. I would see your bodies twisted in agony in the flickering of a campfire. I would feel your blood on my hands every time I cast a spell.
I would find you everywhere, and so I held fast to the possibility that I would bring you back.
Today, I relinquished the chance of it ever becoming a reality.
I could have gone back and saved you. It would have worked. There were puzzle pieces in that chamber that I would have clicked into place; there was magic buried in those relics that I would have unlocked and unleashed.
I would have joined the ranks of mages of myth. I could have unraveled everything.
The chamber is nothing but ashes now.
I still find the two of you everywhere. Your dreams for my potential are in the spells I learned from Essek. Your hope for the Empire is in Beauregardâs pen as she fights for our people, stroke by stroke. Your love is in the grin that Veth shines on her son when he fires a toy crossbow at the ass of a local shopkeeper.
I miss you. I love you. I am sorry.
I hope I can still make you proud.
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Caleb closes that worn, leather-bound book for the last time. Tucks it back beneath his arm, stands, walks to the entryway of his tower. His hand shakes as he reaches for the handle.
Well, you and the Nein got me to the door. Now I have to walk through it.
He takes a deep breath, then takes his first step outside.
He arrives in Blumenthal alone, visits their graves, leaves his letters in the ground.
And he gets to work. But in this, he is not alone.
Beauregard is there, matching every armload of books he carries with two of her own. They spend their days compiling records and narratives, wielding the truth both in court and behind the scenesâchildren of the Empire leaving their home better than they found it for the children who will come after them, just as they always vowed.
What wasnât planned is this: a couple times every week, Beauregard drags Caleb out of the library. They teleport to a remote cottage in a location that few are privy to, where Yasha will have started preparing the ingredients for a new recipe from Caduceus. The instructions are often passed through a jumbled chain of Jesterâs messages, and there always seem to be a suspicious number of bugs included for supposedly vegetarian dishes, but they make it work all the same. On more than a few occasions, Caleb plays referee while Beauregard and Yasha spar, safe in the knowledge that their attacks are of their own free will and they will never truly harm each other again.
Jester and Fjord spend much of their time on the open sea, but Jesterâs voice is never far from Calebâs ear. She tells him of everything from her newest tattoo victim to an encounter with a dragon turtle with a grudge, from a shanty about dicks she came up with on the fly to an update on a young half-orc girl Fjord has taken under his wing. Every once in a while, Jester will demand a reunion, too. Some of them are out of necessityâsuch as when Ukâotoa finally comes knocking and Fjord can no longer sail the other awayâbut many are not. They meet in Nicodranas when the Nein Heroez docks for a pastry run, they meet in Hupperdook for a night packed with drinking contests and celebone sticks and hugs for Kiri, they meet on Rumblecusp when life becomes too much and the nine of them sorely need to fuck off to a vacation. Soon, even Darktow is open to them, once Kingsley has unseated the Plank King and lifted their ban from the island. His reign is long, and it is magnificent. Until he grows bored.
Caduceus joins them for every mandated reunion, but for the most part, he tends to his garden or explores the world on his own. But he is never out of reach, and when he does not come to the rest of them, they go to him. It is not uncommon for Caleb to arrive in the Blooming Grove to see Beauregard already meditating by the pond. Other times, Fjord will be there drinking tea with Caduceus, and the three of them will share a quiet conversation, each far more secure in their words than theyâd been over fish and chips all those years ago. Often it is just Caduceus and his parents and siblings, and Caleb will be invited to a family dinner in a home that Ikithon could not burn down.
Veth remains a constant in Calebâs life. Of course she does. Sometimes, when the two of them are teaching the neighborhood kids how to point a copper wire, or reminiscing over a glass of sherry, or simply talking while she weaves flowers into his hair on the beaches of Nicodranas, heâll think back to his old fears of losing her to her family and laugh. After all, how could such a thing be possible when he is a part of her family himself?
There are others, too.
Countless students who pass under his tutelage and grow into young mages who know that power should be used to protect, not to manipulate. A catâwell, there are many cats, but there is one in particular that Caleb does not own, a snowy white fey cat who slinks in and out of his classroom as he pleases, whose eyes seem to flash when the Martinet arrives to have a word, who settles into place around Calebâs shoulders with a purr when the rare nightmare returns.
An unexpected kinship with Yeza, forged at first through mutual respect and an understanding in their love for Veth, but eventually growing into a friendship in its own right. It is one that unfolds in quiet nights by stacks of books, in gleeful debates when comparing notes on magic and alchemy, in exhausted evenings watching over Luc together while Veth takes a girlsâ night out to cause some chaos with Jester, Beauregard, and Yasha.
His old friends, who, try as they might, never seem able to sever the threads that have always tangled their fates together. It is Eadwulf who comes around first, with the silent offering of a bottle and a grim smile as he and Caleb crumble the bricks of Vergesson to dust. Astrid takes time. It makes senseâshe has always been a fantastic dancer, and for a while, it appears they will be trapped in a precarious political tango forever, stepping around each other in their roles as the Archmage of Civil Influence and a simple teacher who may or may not be practicing treason in his classroom. But in the shadows, Astrid pulls a few strings to keep Caleb out of prison. Caleb hears a rumor and sends the might of the Cobalt Soul after a colleague who wants Astrid dead. And eventually, she begins joining him and Wulf on their evening walks through the streets of Rexxentrum. They return to the dance hall. They get lunch. They share memories, relearn each otherâs old scars, and discover that solace can still be found in each other the way it was when they were children. It will always be complicated. It starts to become beautiful.
And of course, floating by Calebâs side every step of the way is Essek, a drow who has learned to curb his ambition and care for others, who has decided to make his own amends. The former Shadowhand to the Bright Queen, who now spends his days picking up cupcakes for Jester in Uthodurn, planting seeds in the Blooming Grove. Sitting in on Calebâs lessons with a different face each week, sketching runes into the floor of Calebâs home amongst scattered papers and spell components, curling up on a couch beside Caleb and begrudgingly getting through Tusk Love because he promised. A traitor, a hero, a lifelong friend. A steadfast love.
So when Caleb Widogast arrives at the final page of his story, he is no longer shrouded in guilt, or grief, or regret. No, he is surrounded by the warmth of his chosen family when he takes his last breath, when time has run its course and he is finally ready to meet his parents again.
(And even before he sees their faces, he knows. He knows he made them proud.)
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One Last Time
Levi Ackerman x Reader
Labels: Romance, angst, drama, mentions of suicide, blood, children involvement, pregnancy and death.
Warning: Some manga spoilers. Change of storyline for adaptive purposes.
Song of choice: Saturn by Sleeping at Last
As the sun went down so did his body, sitting down on the log with a perfect view to a hidden lake between enclosed tall trees. Rising up from the mountain, the moon made its way into the night sky.
Levi couldnât stop himself to stare at the moon. He couldnât stop breathing the air, feeling it hit his lungs with small fights. He couldnât stop from repeating the same images in his head.
His squads death made him realize that death was always near. He knew that no matter how much he ran away from it, it was always going to catch up to him.
Mikeâs death shook him slightly. He knew this man for his whole years of being in the Scouts, and consider him someone close to him.
Erwinâs death threw him in a verge of loosing himself, almost to the point of ending things. And yet... he found himself weak to the thought. He couldnât do it, it was someone elseâs job to kill him and end his agony. Even when Hange stood there with him and helped him realize that he wasnât that alone, her sudden sacrifice pushed him into an unknown feeling.
And so he sat there, amaze by the scenery; amazed by the simple thought that he was still... living.
Without a care in the world, Levi closed his eyes and emerge into the swing of the wind. Hitting him softly on the face and pushing his hair back, he indulge in a new feeling he couldnât describe before.
He was delighted.
He was enlighten.
Yet, he hated that. Everybody else died, leaving him alone to understand himself and hate himself at the same time. All he wanted was... for them to come back. Since Isabel and Farlan, Levi learned the hard way that life isnât the way he thought it would be. Kennyâs death was another punch in his face. His mother's death since the beginning made him this solitary person filled with problems.
Levi wasnât normal.
Two pair of hands took him by surprise, but not enough to act defensive. He already knew this hands.
She pressed her face on Leviâs head, her body slightly pushing to his back. Her hands collared on his neck, embracing him thoroughly to her own content.
âWhat are you doing, Captain?â Her voice swayed Leviâs ears, the melody in her voice making him subtle and nostalgic.
âI have never stopped myself to watch this place, Captain.â He mumbled, almost too low for her to understand, but she did. Levi felt her jaw tense and knew she was smiling.
âItâs beautiful, isnât it? This is what we fight for, Levi. For this place, this scenery, for the wind, for the people, for the oceans, for the animals, for us.â She let go of Levi to sit beside him, looking at him.
Levi finally got rid of his bandages, half of his face with a scar that marked a battle in transition; his left eye was hidden over a patch. She wanted so much to contain herself from touching his face once again. One after the other, every time she saw him like this, her hands immediately moved to touch his face. Levi doesnât care much, but at the beginning he prohibited her to do so.
âCan I...?â The whisper made Levi look down, slowly nodding, not wanting to show her that he needed her to touch him.
Her fingertips rolled on his skin and scars, slowly, and carefully, she continue the path from the chin to his forehead. She stopped the movement once she reached his eye patch, looking at him for confirmation. He didnât say anything, still staring at the ground in front of him, how the grass moved with the wind.
âI love your eyes, Levi.â She smiled at him, continuing her path, her fingers sinking inside his hair.
He finally let go of a sigh, looking up at her with the most saddest eyes, the color of his eyes slowly fainting by the light of the moon.
âIf you die...â He started, stopping her movements. She frowned her eyebrows, looking back at him with fierce.
âDonât say that. Iâm not going to die. Iâm not planning on doing so. My plan is to finish this war with Eren and those idiots, and then... weâll retire in a cabin in the woods. Weâll have lots of kids. Iâm still young, I can have at least 7 kids. Donât you think?â She chuckled, Levi loving so much her action.
When was the last time he felt so affected by the emotions of another person? She had him wrapped on her fingers and yet he couldnât do anything about that. He didnât know the feelings he was going through. He didnât understood what this new emotion was.
Was it really love like the books in the library described?
Was it the love Hange so furiously told him about when they stayed up almost all night drinking with Erwin and Mike?
Was love the past arrangement Erwin had with Nileâs wife?
Or was it that anxious feeling of seeing someone for the first time and noticing how beautiful they were?
He couldnât decipher anything even if they were together. He was confused with all those emotions flowing into him. From the beginning, in his childhood, he never got to experience love and affection. Farlan and Isabel gave him affection, that friendship, and he learned from that. From Erwin he went through companionship, same with his squad, Hange and Mike. He understood those feelings; he already battled those and lost. Levi knew death, despair, loneliness, sadness; he knew all of those and yet he never once understood love.
She changed those thoughts so easily it scared him.
âYou would look so beautiful holding our baby...â Her smile made Levi weak to the knees. How couldnât he have fallen for her? âMy plan is for us to be together until we are old and we decay with time. I want this to be over so we can be happy. What do you think?â
â...â Levi couldnât say anything. If something he learned from all those years of loneliness and misery, it was to never dream too much. He wanted to live in the present because every time he thought things were alright something ended up wrong.
âLevi?â She looked so worried for him, letting her knees touch the grass in front of Levi.
His hands immediately hold her elbows, not wanting her to get on her knees and get her pants dirty just for him. Yet, she didnât cared, only pushing away his hands a little bit to not make him feel bad.
âTalk to me, Ackerman.â Her voice soothes him. How many times has he loved hearing her call his name or just say anything in general?
He didnât wanted to admit it, but having her near him, breathing, laughing, talking, whispering, singing... made him sleep so good for the first time. He finally let go of the worries in her arms and slowly pacified his urges of ending thing. Whenever he could sleep with her, he felt like the world didnât needed to end just yet. Sleeping with her seemed like the only medicine he needed for days full of regret.
Either way, with those thoughts in his head while he stared down at the girl he profoundly fell for, he couldnât let himself be like her.
Levi was the opposite of her. Down to earth, cold, and with secrets nobody needed to know. She was an open book, imaginative and lovable. He just didnât wanted her to feel bad for saying words that could hurt her.
âThis is real life, Captain. We are in a fragile situation right now in where we donât know if tomorrow we will be alive. We live our lives to the fullest imagining that at some point we will stop and notice we fought so hard for our freedom.â Leviâs eyes connects with her, noticing how the light faded a little bit. âI canât live in a fantasy... not when everything around me is based in reality. You are the one thing,â He stopped for a few seconds, his finger grabbing onto some of her locks. âI canât loose.â
âYouâre in bad luck, Levi, âcause Iâm going into battle tomorrow and I promise you I will live. I wonât die yet. I canât leave you alone.â Suddenly she pressed her forehead softly against Leviâs forehead, both of their noses slightly kissing. She closed her eyes and Levi admired her fractions.
He liked her so much.
She was the only reason why he hasnât indulge into the darkness and end his life right there.
His fingers pressed her locks behind her ear, some of the hair covering his face and hers. She giggled at the humble actions of the man she loved with all her life. He continues to push her hair behind her ears, slowly passing his fingertips on her earlobe.
âDonât die on me, brat. Keep fighting.â His whisper made her eyes crystallize. She felt the feelings behind those words. He wanted her to continue living even if he didnât made it through another day.
She shook her head, the hairs from behind her ear falling back on her face as she pulled away from him.
Her hands locked onto his, pressing them on her chest tightly, a little careful of Leviâs bandage hand missing two of his fingers.
âNo. Donât YOU die on me, Levi. I want you to live and fulfill my wish with me. I want you to wake up tomorrow ready to battle and do everything it takes to come back into my arms. Many will die; death is inevitable, yet Iâll be here always. I want you to survive because you deserve to. I know how much you await death. Youâve been waiting for so long to feel it. The grass on your fingers, the blood gushing out of your mouth and the pain. But, Levi, I assure you, nothing is better than living the moment. Nothing will be better than this moment. You and me... finally together. I wonât let you die, Levi. We will have each otherâs back. But you will survive even if it means me saving you over and over. I wonât let you fall into a darkness you wonât ever go out. Iâll light up your path every time you see it darken. Iâll keep the light up every time the wind tries to blow it. Iâll be here for you... until death do us apart.â Her eyes quickly tried to gush out the feelings, but the feelings were already dripping down her face.
Levi couldnât stop himself anymore. He grabbed her cheek, pulled her up a little to be at the same height as him and pushed his lips against hers.
Her lips danced slowly on his, taking almost all the control of the kiss. Even if they were together for so long, Levi didnât know a lot of things couple usually did. He didnât know how to kiss, how to compliment, how to touch, how to love. Yet, she didnât care for those small details. Being near her lover solely made her live happily.
Their lips continued to stick together, Levi wanting so hard to not let go. Maybe he didnât wanted to let go because he wanted to love the moment like she told him to do; or maybe he felt the need to kiss her one last time just in case something bad happened.
Her hands touched Leviâs cheek, rubbing her fingertips on his cheek. He felt the cold round of tears pressing on his face, sticking them.
Breaking the kiss with a subtle movement, Levi gazed at her up and down, taking a mental picture of his lover for future references. For when the battle came, he could keep calm and fight dedicating his heart.
âDonât cry, idiot.â He rolled her tear off her face with his right thumb. She nodded quickly, wiping her face with her long sleeve shirt.
âPromise me, Levi... we will fulfill my dream? Just promise me that.â His hand pressing on her cheek, she shoved it even closer to her.
He couldnât promise that. He just couldnât. Levi didnât know if he was going to survive. The situation was getting dangerous and if everything went south, he would have to sacrifice himself to save the others. He needed to give them a future, Levi already fought enough, lived enough.
But now he had her... Now he was supposed to live to keep her by his side. He needed to survive. Yet, he just couldnât say that to her. He wasnât very good with words. Showing actions and taking actions was his forte.
The moon shined on them once again, the lighting in his eyes finally shinning again, the back of her head being lightened by the moon as well.
He wanted to live for her.
âI promise.â He mumbled, watching her shriek and throw herself on him, almost pushing both of them back into the ground.
She flowered him with kisses all over his face, being extremely careful of his eye and scar.
âI love you, Levi. Thank you. Iâll keep you safe.â Those words brought him so much joy. An emotion he hasnât felt at all in his life, yet he was purely in love with this woman and he was going to make her happy.
âMe too, Captain.â
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âPapa, papa, papa!â A little kid, around 6 years old with short dark hair and beautiful grey eyes threw himself at Levi. He catches him almost in midair and makes him sit on his arm and waist.
âWhat is it, Teo? Iâve told you to not interrupt me while Iâm working.â The little kid shrugs his shoulders and purposely hides his face on Leviâs chest.
Levi noticed by the corner of his eye the little girl standing near the door, half of her face looking at him and the kid.
âAlora doesnât want to play with me and I feel lonely.â His voice makes Levi tremble gently. Who would have thought that the Captain of the Survey Corps was going to be swayed by the adorable side of his older child?
âAlora, come here.â He turns around to the door, the little girl holding onto a dark teddy bear that hanged on her right hand and kept being swept on the floor.
She walked in with her face looking down on the floor. Alora couldnât lie about it, she was almost scared of her father. He was always so quiet and cold; while she was the opposite. She was curious, a shining sun wherever she went, and a beautiful, intelligent little girl. With only 4 years old she already knew how to do basic math (something her mother continuously felt proud of and mentioned every time).
Levi looked down on her and gently squatted down with Teo on his arms, leading him to stand up on the floor.
Pressing his hand on Aloraâs black, long soft hair that fell until her lower back and was tightly put in a ponytail, he smiled at her. Alora looked at her father and smiled back, loving those moments with him.
âAlora, would you like to play with your brother for a little while? Papa has some work to do, but once Iâm done Iâll play with both of you. Anything that you want, Iâll play it.â He kept smiling, watching the kids as they celebrated that their dad was finally going to give them some attention. âGo play, kids.â
The kids rushed through the door, running into their rooms to play and have fun with each other.
Letting out a small sigh, Levi got up and sat down on his chair again. He still couldnât believe he was a father of two children that made his life a whole heaven and a living hell as well.
A knock on the door caught him slightly by surprise, turning his attention towards now the person standing at the door.
He stared up and down at his wife, and how the dress made her look so irresistibly gorgeous.
She smiled at him and entered the room without invitation. Holding on her back for support, or for pain, she finally stood next to him. A hand pressed on Leviâs left shoulder, making Levi close his eyes and sigh again, loving so much her touch.
âYou must be exhausted, Levi. Are you sure you canât just finish this later? I could really use a massage, you know.â She leaned down a little bit, rubbing her nose on his cheek and ear.
âI have to finish today. Iâll be done soon.â Sighing once again, he let go of his desire to stop working and just let her shower him in affection and love.
âYouâre so tense, dear.â Her hands touched his shoulders and made pressure on her hands to make him feel at ease. Leviâs head fell back a little bit, seeing his wife enjoying giving him all the love and attention he needed.
âGo do something else, brat. Youâre always trying to make me feel good. Iâm fine.â Levi pushed his body upwards, breaking the contact of her hands on his shoulders. She chuckled, understanding that Levi didnât wanted to feel vulnerable at the state of tension he was in.
âAlright, Captain.â She makes the old salute, making Levi tremble at the sight. Even so, she continues to smile, leaning down on him to kiss him on the lips real quick.
âTsk... idiot.â As soon as he said that, his body lay back at the chair, resting himself on it as he watched his wife walk away with a smile.
As soon as he heard his wife say dinner was ready, his body immediately got up and walked to the living room, seeing how the kids ran to the table. Getting from behind Alora, he helped her get on the chair. Giving her a short smile, Levi sat down at his respective chair, not having any other option than watching his wife put the plates and utensils at the table.
Levi always loved watching his wife do housework. He was a clean freak, and noticing how she always tried her best to keep everything tidy up and clean, made him love her even more. It wasnât rude or anything, Levi helped a lot in the chores, helping whenever he wasnât doing his own work.
âYouâre slacking off, Levi.â She smiled, putting down the utensils next to his plate. He looked up at her, and her eyes shined to him. God, he could loose himself with just a stare.
âIâm tired.â He said with a sigh, resting on the chair.
âYou could finish up quickly, papa.â Teoâs small voice makes Levi smile. His ear rings to that voice and he just enjoy his sonâs voice.
âYes, papa. You have to play with us.â Alora smiles while her mother pours some food on her plate.
âI know, kids.â His wife presses her thumbs to Leviâs nape, slowly rubbing it.
âPapa will be busy, but Iâm sure heâll take some time to play with you, kids. Right, darling?â Levi lets his neck fall back a little bit and looks up at her staring into his eyes. A faint blush covers his cheeks and he tries his best to hide it, yet she already notices.
âYeah.â Mumbles, staring down at the food that was being served.
After they finished eating, Levi went back to his studio, trying as fast as he could to finish his work.
With a loud sigh, he finally finished doing all the things he had to do. He got up the chair, stretched his back and walked over to the room in where the kids were playing.
Standing on the entrance of the room, Levi let his back touch the wall and just decided to stare for a little bit at the kids giggling and playing.
He never had a childhood like that. All he knew while growing up was self defense. He knew how to stab, how to kill, how to defend himself. Levi didnât know what other feelings were. The emotions he was feeling right now while watching his daughter show him her doll and his son the little train he got for his birthday, he didnât know what that was called.
Knowing well enough how to battle an enemy, Levi never thought he would have to be fighting himself over and over in the future. He thought, maybe, after marrying her and starting a new life he would stop all those thoughts. And he did stop those thoughts. The birth of Teo brought into his life a whole new meaning that he didnât know he needed so much.
Levi found love.
âPapa, papa! Come! Play with us.â The little girlâs voice shook him out of his thoughts. Looking up and down at her, he smiled, walking over to them and joining their small party.
Levi tucked both kids into bed. He wore them out enough for them to be knocked down cold into a huge sleep. Sliding the blanket over Teo and Alora, Levi kissed their small little forehead. If Erwin saw him right now he would have been surprised at the sight of weakness Levi was showing. âWhat would he say about this?â, Levi thought while staring down at the little girl holding tight her small bear. Nevertheless, Levi didnât care. All he cared about were those kids and his wife. Erwin was long gone and he knew that if he saw that, Erwin would have been so proud of him. Levi found exactly what Erwin wanted for him, and what he wanted as well. No thoughts would change his mind on what his ex-Commander and best friend would have thought in that situation. Erwin would have been happy.
Turning off the light, Levi closed the door to the room and walked over to the room he shared with his wife.
And there she was, looking over at the door in wait for her husband. She smiled, opening her arms so she could get Levi next to her.
âTsk. Youâre a needy brat.â He crossed his arms, but still walked up to her. She grabs his hand and detangle them from his chest. Bringing him close to her, making him sit down on the bed, she gently pressed his hand on her belly.
Levi felt a knock, a kick, that startled him a lot. A life was in there. His next child was there. Levi finally understood that feeling. He felt it when Teo came the first time and when Alora also came. The feeling of being alive.
âIt keeps kicking. Itâs so funny.â She whispers near Leviâs shoulder, letting her head fall on his shoulder.
âHe wants to kill you. Iâll kill him if he comes out like the other two. Disorganized and dirty.â His comment makes her laugh and Levi has no other option than to enjoy it. He wanted to record that in his mind forever. Her voice and her laugh.
âYou silly... They are only like that because you let them be. I remember when I was a Captain and every time I saw you, you were scolding the cadets for leaving dirt everywhere.â She makes him remember, and he just snickers. He really was a strict Captain. And still, he always got the job done.
âI lived so long in dirty and dark places... I didnât wanted HQ to be the same.â After he finishes talking, he feels another kick, letting go of a small smile.
âThe HQ was bland. It was colorless. It reek of death and broken dreams. I didnât like that so much.â She closes her eyes and rubs Leviâs hand over her belly.
âWe didnât have time to be thinking of colors. We were always living in a die or live situation.â She nods on his shoulder.
âI agree.â
âWe should head to bed.â Levi mumbles again, not wanting to take his hand away from her belly or the warmth of her hand on his.
âMhmm... letâs stay like this for a little while more. I missed your scent.â Her whisper makes Levi shiver, yet he only lets a small grunt come out of his throat, responding to her.
The small shallow breaths she was taking, the thumb rubbing on his hand, her hair falling on his shoulder and her thighs pressing on him made Levi so renewed. At the end of the day, all the tiredness faded away when she was there with him.
He knew she had her eyes closed, she was just resting on his shoulder. Yet, he wanted to look at her, kiss her, hold her, do everything he could think of even if she had a belly growing up. She has done so much for him and continues to do so by loving him every single day of their lives.
Levi slowly pulled his hand away from her belly and her, but now press it on her cheek. She opened her eyes and leaned back from his shoulder, now staring at him with bags under her eyes.
She was fucking stunning even when she was tired.
Letting his fingers roam from her cheek to her ear, pushing the hair to the back of her neck and ear; Levi cut the distance between each other and kisses her. Slowly, shaking and almost afraid of being too aggressive even if he wasnât. Her hand found Leviâs shirt and gripped it. He pressed his other hand on her cheek and hold her face steady for him to kiss her better. Licking on her lip slowly, he went back and devoured her lips once again, showing off his dominating side.
Hearing her small moan, he let go of her. Staring deeply into her eyes, the small faint blush on her cheeks made him smirk. He loved making her flustered.
Slowly, but surely, Levi pressed his nose against her nose and gave her a lovely Eskimo kiss.
âI love you, Captain.â She said first, leaving him speechless once again like always.
He stared at her up and down, watching her completely. She always had this effect on him. Not for nothing they were married. Even so, Levi couldnât be so easily frank like her. He loved her, but saying it was so difficult for him. Yet, when seeing her eyes shine the same way it did when they kissed for the first time, Levi couldnât let her be disappointed on himself. He loved this woman with all of his life.
The woman who saved his life.
âI love you, too, (Y/N).â
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âIâM NOT LEAVING HIM BEHIND, JEAN!!!!â The small faint voices of a girl during a silent world, were being simply shouted against the noise.
âWe have to leave. We need to help Armin and Mikasa. If you stay here, weâll be loosing you too, Captain. Please, reason with me here. We already lost Connie and Reiner is seriously injured. We need you.â Jean tried his best to reason with the girl who fearlessly continued to cry and shout at the tall man.
âNO!!! I CANâT LEAVE HIM!!â She cries out, her tears falling in Jeanâs arms and onto the floor.
âI understand, Captain. But Captain Levi wouldnât want you to stay here and do nothing. We must continue to fulfill his wish and save the world. Please...â He couldnât hold her anymore. She kept screaming while trying to push Jean away so she could hold her loverâs body on her arms. âCAPTAIN, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!â
He let go of her and she fell on her knees, scrapping them against the rocks and sand. Yet, it didnât hurt. Her body was numb to the exterior damage. She just couldnât react to any of that. All she could do was cry and cry and keep crying.
Her body crawled closed to her loverâs body and she grabbed his bloody hand.
When did that happened? How did it happened? Where was she? How did she let that happen?
She kept questioning herself over and over again into the smallest details. Leviâs death was upon her and she couldnât help but blame herself.
Leviâs soulless body was laying on the ground, his left arm missing and his left leg. He was not coming back from this one and she knew it. After everything she promised. After everything she tried to do to keep him safe, she failed every and each of those promises.
âWake up, Levi... Yo-You... you promised... You pro-promised we were going to live. You promised ME you were going to live. You promised, you promised, you promised... YOU PROMISED!!!â Her shouts could be heard all over the quiet ambient. Jean let some tears fall down as well, his head falling forward to not be seen weak.
She grabbed Leviâs body and got him close to her, pushing his face near her and sobbing. Tears falling down on Leviâs face, almost washing away the dirt and the blood. She just couldnât believe that was happening. Levi was actually dead, his body resting on her arms.
âYou promised... we were going to have kids... and live happy in a little house on the woods! We were going to raise our children the way they never raised us. Please... please... Levi, please, I love you. Donât go... donât leave me!â
The sound of her sobbing suddenly were muffled by extremely loud crashing sounds.
Jean looked over to where the sound came and his eyes became plates. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her forcefully, making her shriek and cry harder.
âCaptain, Armin is in trouble. We need you. I know it hurts. I know you and Levi had dreams. But right now, if you donât stand and get your shit together, everything that Captain Levi fought for will be for nothing! DEDICATE YOUR HEART!â Her red face and covered with tears, dust and blood suddenly came to a halt.
Levi wouldnât wanted her to be like this and not in that moment. She gazed at Leviâs body on the floor one last time, got closed to it, kneeled down and after crying out her last tears, she gave him a farewell kiss.
She wiped her tears off and got up, her face drastically changing to pure anger.
âLetâs save humanity, Jean. DEDICATE YOUR HEART, SOLDIER!!â
The End
Thank you so much for reading.
Have a good day or night, darling. đ„°
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What Did I Do To Deserve You?
ITS WHAT!?!
Alpha Dabi x F! Omega Reader
Words: 2.5K
Summary: Dabi finds out itâs your birthday
Soundtrack: âSafety Netâ by Ariana Grande ft. Ty Dolla $ign
Cuddling with your alpha, Dabi, is always the best. His smokey scent always engulfs your entire being as his strong arms keep you grounded against his chest. He always looks at you like youâre the best thing on this planet. Although, his snuggles are the least of your concern right now.Â
Right now, youâre trying to figure out how youâll survive another minute of the cuddling position he has chosen for this moment. Heâs sitting on the couch with you straddling his hips, your body arched into him as he keeps on hand settled on your ass. The other hand is fumbling with a Wii controller, clumsily playing bowling. Itâs actually kinda cute how much your alpha loves to play video games (you hypothesis it may be because of how he was treated as a child but, Dabi barely talks about his childhood nowadays).Â
The problem, however, is that your alpha has decided to make you suffer. His hardness grinds into your core every time you try to move. You swear up and down in your mind that he does this on purpose to torture you for going to work every day. Itâs pure agony laying there, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter after each second.Â
Dabi, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He enjoys the way your core radiates warmth on his dick. Plus, youâve been at work so much lately that heâs barely had you to himself for longer than an hour before you retire to your shared bedroom and pass out from exhaustion. Your asshole boss has been keeping you in the office longer since you have a big project coming up.Â
The alpha within him hates being separated from his omega but, he understands that you need your own independence. Thus, having this Thursday morning with you all to himself has made him incredibly happy. He thinks for a moment that maybe you might be sick (you only ever call out of work if you physically canât make it) but you show no signs of illness. Then, his mind rejoices at the idea that youâve finally agreed to quit your stupid job and allow him to provide for you; you quickly shot down this motion and told him you simply wanted to relax for once. He pouts.Â
âIâm not giving up hope,â you giggle and kiss his cheek. Kissing him on the lips would be a dangerous game right now.Â
âIâm sure you wonât, alpha,â Dabiâs nose flares. Glancing down at you, he runs his tongue along his teeth. Goodness, how have you survived this long in his lap?Â
Your starting match with your mate is cut short by your phone ringing. You flick his nose on your way up and yelp as he swats your ass in retaliation. You look back to glare at him but heâs innocently looking at the t.v., looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. Sometimes you truly cannot believe this same man works for the League.Â
âHello, Momma,â you sigh a bit as you answer the phone. You didnât expect her to call you.Â
âY/N!!! Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. How are you enjoying it?â you can hear Dabi pause his game. You silently curse your mother for finally deciding to be attentive to you.
âItâs going good, momma. I took off of work for the day,â by now, Dabi is silently staring at you. His tall figure looms over you as he mouths âbirthdayâ to you. You nod your head, wondering for a moment how the fuck his hearing is so good.Â
âYou deserve it. Itâs such a beautiful thing to turn 17,â you sigh once again. You suppose you were asking too much for your mother to remember your age in addition to remembering the day she pushed you out of her vagina.Â
âMomma, Iâm turning 20,â you try not to let her ruin your mood. You try to be thankful that sheâs at least making an effort. On the other hand, Dabi looks at the phone in disgust. Youâve never really told Dabi about your childhood but, he had picked up over time that you were in the same boat as himself.
âOh dear, Iâm sorry. Time is flying by so fast,â you just shake your head.
âYeah, it really is. I have to go, ma. Iâm getting ready to go do some shopping. I deserve it.â
âYes, yes you do. I love you, Y/N,â you can tell she feels bad.
âAs I do you, momma,â you end the call. You know it must hurt her when you donât tell her you love her back but, youâve never been able to tell her that. You care for her but, itâs so hard forgiving her.Â
âITâS WHAT!?!?!â ahhh, yes, you now have to deal with Dabi. Itâs actually kinda funny how your birthday has just now dawned on his mind. However, you donât dare laugh because you already know he feels bad enough for not knowing in the first place. âOmega, why didnât you tell me?â
âWell, I donât normally celebrate it. My boss normally gives me the day off no matter how much I protest. I just wanted to spend the day with you,â you relish in the warmth of his palm as he starts to stroke your cheek. You stare into his deep, cerulean eyes, feeling yourself get lost. âDonât feel bad, alpha. Itâs not that important.â
âIT IS IMPORTANT,â he snaps a bit, nuzzling your head. âItâs the day you were born to be mine. I donât know what Iâd be without you.â
âYouâd be the same, just a bit more aggressive,â you giggle. You have no doubt in your mind that your alpha would be single without you. It takes a special kind of person to deal with your Dabi.Â
âThatâs beside the point. Why didnât you celebrate your birthday?â your eyes narrow as he speaks in the past tense.
âI DONâT celebrate it because I never got into it. I never really told you this âcause uh,â you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. You know that you owe it to him to at least give him a good explanation. âGrowing up, my parents were on really hard drugs. I mostly tried to avoid being in the house after things got bad so I was out working most of the time, trying to survive. I never really noticed my birthday since, you know, I was too preoccupied with taking care of myself. Then, the years started going by too fast till I just gave up trying to celebrate.â
âY/N, Omega, look at me when I say this,â he cups your face in his hands, his nose rubbing against your, both of your eyes staring at each other. âNever feel ashamed of your past. Never feel ashamed to tell me things about yourself. I will never judge you. I love you so much, baby. Never forget that.â
âYes, alpha,â and the matter was forgotten in your eyes. For the rest of the day, Dabi treated you like a queen (although, if youâre being honest, it didnât really feel any different from how he normally treats you. If anything, he didnât even let you walk). That night, he cooked you dinner and played with your hair the way you liked as he lulled you to sleep.
Once he was sure you were asleep, Dabi crept out of the bed. He watched you for a moment as you whined, hand-stretched out searching for your alpha. Your hand soon found his scented pillow and you decided it would be your âfauxâ Dabi. It was adorable. Dabi made sure to snap a few pictures before sneaking out to the living room to make his call.Â
âDabi, this better be fucking good. Itâs booty-call hours and I know youâre not calling me for thatâŠ.unlesssss?â
âGiran shut the fuck up and listen. I want to use some of my money to take Y/N on a small trip for her birthday. Not too extravagant. She hates shit like that,â Dabi was already regretting calling the man.Â
âWhenâs her birthday?â Dabi could hear Giran shuffling around with a piece of paper. He could imagine he was probably writing down information.Â
âIt was today. She just t-â
âWhat the fuck, Dabi?!?! How could you forget her FUCKING BIRTHDAY?! SHEâS THE BEST FUCKING THING YOUR SORRY ASS IS GONN-â Dabi had to cool the rage of his inner alpha.
âShe just fucking told me, you old, senile bastard. She wasnât even going to tell me. I found out because her good-for-nothing mother called,â Dabi was pinching the bridge of his nose. He was still pissed you hadnât shared something so important with him. He was even more pissed at himself for not realizing sooner.Â
âOh...my bad. How soon do you want the plans to be made?â
âAs soon as possible. I donât care how much money it costs to get reservations and shit. I just want to treat her the way she deserves. Also, tell Shigaraki that Iâll be out of commission for the days you book. I mean it. None of you better fucking call me,â his voice dropped an octave. âThis is my omegaâs time. Iâll let you sorry fucks die if youâre stupid enough to get into trouble while Iâm gone.â
âGeez, I get it. Iâll tell the others. If itâs for Y/N, weâll lay low for a few days,â you had managed to weasel your way into the hearts of the group. Every time one of them had come to your home pleading, you took care of them. Hell, even Shigaraki tolerated you.Â
âThank you,â Dabi meant it. âIâll let you get back to your sleep.â
Then, he was back in the bed with you. You knew nothing of what had happened and he couldnât wait to see the look on your face when he told you of the plans he (well, technically Giran) made.Â
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âHell no,â why did you have to be such a difficult omega? âI have a job, Dabi.â
âBaby, itâs only a few days. I know you have more than enough vacation days saved up. Just let your daddy take care of you,â you blushed hard. You had been getting ready for work when Dabi told you he had planned something for your birthday.
âDabi, I canât just not show up to work. Plus, I have work to do for this project,â you went to step around your alpha when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest.
âNo, you donât. I already asked your boss and he said you can come. Itâs only for a few days babe. I promise youâll love it,â he was giving you his pout. You turned your head to the side knowing that you would cave in to his demands the longer he looked at his face. You must resist temptation. You must...you must...you...have never seen Dabi look at you the way he is now. He seems so excited for whatever he has planned. You canât bring yourself to deny his excitement.Â
âFine. What do I need to pack?â Dabi rejoiced in your defeat, smiling down at you.Â
âIâve already packed for you,â your alpha pulls a suitcase from underneath the bed. Ahhh, so thatâs where some of your clothes had gone. âIâve already got the car outside all gassed up, Giran said heâll drop by to make sure the house is taken care of, and Iâve got your favorite snacks waiting to be eaten by you.â
This man truly loves you with all his being. You spend the next hours napping in the car per Dabiâs request. Even though youâd never admit it, it feels so good to have a break from working in your work cubicle. Maybe, youâll decide to take a few more days off more often. After you wake up for your cat-nap, you eat your snacks like a good girl, giggling at any of the stupid roadtrip games Dabi comes up with.Â
Every time you ask about your destination, Dabi just shoots you a conspiratorial grin and tells you to âenjoy the ride like a good girl.â You squint your eyes at him the first few times as you think about reaching over to grab his dick. You decide against it, your self-preservation telling you that idea may not be the best course of action.Â
The day is slowly turning into evening but you donât mind. The day has been immaculate at your alphaâs side.Â
Eventually, Dabi tells you to close your eyes. You do so with no argument, ready to see what your surprise is (at this point, youâve learned there is no point in trying to protest). You hear the car stop and Dabi helps you out, his hands covering your eyes as he walks you somewhere. From what you can feel, youâre somewhere with gravel. That revelation does nothing to tell you where you are.Â
âHow much further?â you whine. Youâve been walking for a few minutes now, every so often you stumble over a pebble, making Dabi laugh.
âHow do you manage to trip and Iâm literally guiding you?â you huff.
âAnswer my question fool,â you yelp as Dabi gives you a quick swat to the butt. You rub the sting away and give him an imaginary glare.Â
Instead of answering, he uncovers your eyes to the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life (aside from Dabi ofcourse). A log cabin stands in front of you, large windows spanning from the ground to the ceilings. It looks like it may be made of pine wood. Everything looks so polished and poised. But, thatâs not even the best part.Â
From where you stand, you can smell water. Walking a few steps ahead of Dabi, you can see a beautiful lake behind the cabin, the water glistening as it reflects the setting sun. Hues of magenta, tangerine, and candy apple sprays across the sky. Light is giving way to night before your very eyes and you feel yourself beginning to tear up. The sandy beach feels heavenly on your toes, the air feels calm and fresh, the lake still sparkling.Â
You can still hear Dabi behind you as you wrap your arms around yourself. You try to cry silently but, you just end up full-on sobbing. No one has ever done something so thoughtful for you; no one has cared enough about you to do anything like this.
Your alpha doesnât ask you whatâs wrong. He just keeps you against his chest as he lets you deal with your emotions. By the look on your face, he can tell heâs done a good job by consulting with Giran.Â
âThank you.â
âAnything for my omega,â you grin. Youâll have to start letting him care for you more often if this is what he comes up with.
You both walk along the beach, laughing at each other when either of you trip on the mounds of sand. Itâs another moment of calm that is reserved for only the two of you.Â
âSo, you do like the beach?â Dabi looks nervous as he holds you.
âI love it.â
âGood. Itâs our beach now,â and, although it sounds innocent enough, you look at him with squared eyes.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âI bought the beach,â give it some time to set in. Okay, maybe a few more moments of digestion.
âYOU DID WHAT?!?!â
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You know. Iâve never properly been able to articulate how the Baker family makes me feel in my art, so Iâm just gonna type it down here because my Madhouse playthrough has gotten me all emotional over them again and they deserve to be talked about just as much as the lords, because they are also Mother Mirandaâs victims wether she knew of their existence or not, and wether she bothered to care if she did.
This is mostly about Jack and Marguerite with some Zoe in there for flavour.
We donât get to see a lot of Jack and Marguerite before he infection (even infected, actually, theyâre only in one scene together but that isnât really them) but what we do tells us a lot. In the Daughters DLC, theyâre in a far more stressful situation that you would guess by how theyâre acting. Jack has found two unconscious people in a massive shipwreck, one of which is what he believes to be a little girl, and they have that to worry about on top of the storm that has already wrecked part of their property. But Jack and Marguerite manage to keep the mood light. They know how to make each other smile, they know what jokes to tell when the time is right, they had that whole bed and breakfast plan. Theyâre genuinely such a sweet couple for the small amount of time we do get to see if them, and itâs very intentional that their first REAL scene together as themselves in the Daughters DLC is just them being a sweet ,arrived couple. Thatâs who they were.
Marguerite was the first to go (and the first to later die, interestingly enough) and Zoe finds her first after the power outage. Marguerite attacks her daughter and Jack intervenes, but even still heâs not hurting her. He could, and he could have been entirely justified in doing so, but all he does is try to hold Marguerite back and tell Zoe to get rope to presumably tie Marguerite up. Jack is a strong guy as we all know, a single stomp from him wouldâve ended the game then and there if the mould hadnât picked up where Ethan left off. Marguerite isnât as strong as he is even after being infected, her thing isnât brute strength as much as it is Give Birth To Bug Baby Bodyguards, so he couldâve knocked Marguerite out or caused some kind of physical harm to her to keep her under control. He didnât, though, and Iâm guessing by his line after Zoe leaves the room (âdonât you make me do something Iâll regretâ) that he didnât even try to. The madwoman with the centipede flailing out of her mouth is still his wife. Jack never wanted to hurt his family.
This is the last we and Zoe ever see of Jack before the infection with the exception of the free my family scene with him and Ethan near the end of the main game, but we do hear him resisting. While Zoe is running from him in the Daughters DLC, heâs talking to Eveline with lines like âshut up, you ainât real!â and laughter that eventually devolves into crying. Iâd argue that thereâs evidence of this in the main game too. Jack has some interesting voice lines to say the least, but one of them is him telling someone to shut up through grit teeth. Ethan stays impressively silent through the chase sequences with Jack aside from his breathing, so Jack isnât talking to him. They are the only two people in the main house, so the only other conclusion I can personally draw is that he is talking to Eveline.
Marguerite doesnât get to make an appearance alongside her husband when he asks Ethan to free his family because she is fully dead, unlike the rest of her family who are either saved (yay Zoe!) or killed off for good in the DLCs. This doesnât mean that she doesnât have her own heart wrenching cutscene though! In the Daughters DLC, Marguerite will stop Zoe to give her the key and apologise, saying that she doesnât know whatâs wrong with her and begging Zoe to go as she desperately fights for control. During this interaction, Marguerite strains to tell Eveline âdonât touch her, donât hurt my family!â
Anyway, moving in from summaries, itâs made pretty clear from these interactions that Jack and Marguerite remember what they do under Evelineâs control. They are fully conscious but unable to do anything about it. Jack actually explains this in his cutscene with Ethan, and the idea of them being entirely aware of what theyâre doing but unable to stop it is just so much worse.
Jack remembers drowning Marguerite, he remembers hunting down his daughter, he remembers cutting his sonâs arm off, he remembers killing Ethan.
Marguerite remembers attacking Zoe and violently threatening her in the old house, she remembers infecting Jack, she remembers kidnapping Mia.
They both remember every victim, every moulded, every murder. They couldnât do anything to stop it, but they remember every second.
The Lordâs were victims and they were prisoners, but they had some semblance of free will. Alcina in particular really revels in how violent she can be, going through maidens like the livestock she keeps them as and delighting in how much she knows she can hurt Ethan. Donna and Moreau are exceptions here (Donna especially, Moreau will kill to impress Mother Miranda and doesnât seem too guilty about his own Cadou experiments though I doubt he fully understood what he was doing) but Heisenberg and Alcina are really just left to their own devices until the ceremony is brought into things.
The Bakers are different. They were never supposed to be a part of this. They were just a family trying to help a little girl. Their kindness is what killed them.
Iâd also like to bring up how much pain they must have been in physically as well as emotionally. Jack sounds like heâs in agony during his mutated boss battle, struggling with all of his lines and crying out for his wife. Iâll re,mid you that by now Eveline has entirely abandoned him and Marguerite as her parental figures in exchange for Mia and Ethan, since Mia is her favourite anyway and now she has a father figure to go along with him. Jack is in this weird in between state where heâs not being controlled but heâs too far gone to the infection to ever regain who he was, so his sobbing for Marguerite and his family is very real emotion slipping through.
I know itâs funny to laugh at the bug pussy jokes, I make them too, but I want to take a moment to just think about that. Margueriteâs womb is tearing through her body. Insects are crawling out of her throat and through her raw flesh. Her limbs grow to unnatural lengths. Her womb is a big hive. Itâs ripping through her body. The agony that poor woman must have been in, and sounds like she is in during her boss battle, is hard to consider when sheâs taking bites out of you and laying bug hives left and right, but itâs heartbreaking when you do take time to consider it.
And Zoe, the unsung hero of Resident Evil 7, had to sit back and watch it all happen. She had to watch her family slip into madness without her being able to do anything and she coped by refusing to acknowledge them as still being her family at all. Itâs Joe who has to remind her that they were still her family and that they did love her deep down in their true hearts in the End of Zoe DLC when sheâs finally escaped the property. Zoe is stronger than I think most of us give her credit for, she shouldnât just be looked at as the bad ending girl because she is honestly so much more than that.
I just love the Baker family, they really deserved better.
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Douma x reader - Innocence
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Took me a long time to upload a new content am so sorry for the delay I was really busy with school assignments therefore I cannot manage the time to write. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors on my behalf, I hope you enjoy.
Warning : Dark themes like gore, blood and violence, degradation and swearing, mature content.
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The moon shone brightly above the sky as it's light leak through the branches illuminating the famous building of the eternal paradise cult. A new set of followers rushed into the dwelling in hopes of fulfilling their selfish desires, diminishing their agonies and enriching their possessions. However a particular human with her tattered kimono seem not to be interested to convey anything although the people around her would die to witness even a glimpse of the charismatic leader as for now she was busy running along the wide long corridors
The sound of thumping footsteps echoed throughout the building as a herd of followers attempted on catching the miscreant who disrupted the peaceful atmosphere prevailing over the supreme cult. The already annoyed and frustrated people were all worked up to catch the energetic human who on the other hand have thoughts of escaping this place they called paradise. If only she was careful enough to notice her mother's strange behavior soon as they entered the place but how can you possibly blame an innocent little girl like her, or so she thought. Afraid she might lose sight of her treacherous mother who abandoned her just moments ago she desparety stumbled her way out although that didn't concerned her simple thinking process but that's exactly how complicated the situation was.
Turning one last time to look behind if those weird people were still following her or not when suddenly she bumped into a Tall muscular figure standing infront of her soft delicate frame she must have missed him approaching while focusing on looking behind. "Please just leave me alone!" The girl fumed coherently still overwhelmed by the amount of people rushing towards her like waves something that she was not accustomed with as for eighteen years she lived indoors interacting rarely with anyone and playing with dolls most of the time.
"Watch your tongue brat" one of the men standing beside the tall man spoke with disgust hinted in his voice. "Crouch down you insolent woman, where's your gratitude it's because of lord Douma's benevolence that you are still here or you'd be rotting in the street thanks to your mother", the people around her started whispering and murmuring behind her back but she was not bother since her senses were filled with newfound wrath how dare they insult your angel like mother? No longer able to contain your anger you shouted with tears "Then take me to my mother, I don't want to stay here alone".
"Your mother abandoned you here so shut up and deal with it, now move your way for master" the man grunted irritatedly motioning the other followers to grab her and take her away.
"No don't touch me" she wiggled under their grip rushing towards douma blocking him from entering the room by grabbing his arm tightly "I am not going anywhere until I know where my mother is" she cried loudly making the demon flinch with surprise, how pitiful the creature looked in his polychromatic eyes. He have seen many humans crying before him for obvious reasons which honestly have become his monotonous routine but somehow this girl acted quite weird being her age, interesting him enough to investigate. As he was about to speak the man beside him pushed the girl hashly making her lose her balance and fall on the wooden floor.
"How dare you touch master with your filthy hands bitch" he lift his hand to slap her tight in the face but someone grabbed his wrist just in time to save the girl from further humiliation.
"Silence" all the questioning glances, judging looks and whispering stopped at once as douma spoke nonchalantly making the latter shiver in regret.
"I am sorry douma sama" the man uttered in pure horror having no intentions to displease his beloved lord. "I was-"
"I don't want to see that happen again, understood?" He replied coldly still maintaining his wide smile as the previous chaos shifted into complete hush. The man lowered his head down with shame nodding silently. Douma averted his attention and glanced at the figure underneath making the girl jolt a bit but his once frightening demeanor changed into a cheerful and optimistic one in matter of second upon seeing her.
"Please take her to my chamber and treat her wounds" the man clapped with a wide grin plastered on his face. A group of female servants came rushing to help picking her up. The girl being too bewildered did not protested and simply follow his tone as if she was hypnotized by his neatly decorated persona.
The girl was immediately taken away without delay and as per douma he needed to attend his cult duties. First of all she was washed and changed into a beautiful kimono as soon as she stepped inside, then she was escorted into a room filled with antiques and lavish items which she have never seen. Her face lit up with fascination as she began venturing those decorative pieces.
"Looks like you have ease down a bit, good good" A familiar tone struck in her ears startling her a bit only to turn back and view the handsome cult leader although it was a bit strange because she did not heard anyone approaching.
"Aww did I scared you?" He laughed covering his face with golden fans.
"No I was just- you came in without a warning, I was taken aback" she explained blushing trying her best not to act immature to which douma laughed uncontrollably as he found this human's expression adorable say entertaining in his words.
"D-dont laugh at me" she pouted crossing her arms in the attempt.
"I am sorry (y/n), you really amuse me" he replied still grinning. However there was a moment of awkward silence between them as he uttered her name abruptly.
"I didn't tell you my name.." after a long pause she replied to him with a confuse look in her face.
"I know everyone's name who are living under my supervision including yours besides what kind of cult leader I am if I don't have basic information about my fellow followers. Oh look I have been talking to you without giving the chance to let you talk my bad" he laughed again waving his fans creating another awkward situation. Causing you to sweatdrop on his remark.
"Say (y/n) how old are you?" to which she replied enthusiastically "I am 8 years old and will turn 9 soon"
"Ah you don't look like one" douma grinned closing his eyes in the process.
"Yeah I get that a lot" she remarked shyly.
"Your mother is one of my followers" he continued
"Really?" her eyes sparked with hope as she approached douma with anticipation grabbing his arms for the second time starling him, she really like holding hands eh? he have experiences like that but somehow this girl made him feel different so he allowed her but then she stopped halfway through her words "I really miss her it's been a week since she left me here" her voice dropped with sadness.
Douma felt no sympathy for humans or anything as such, he have learned to fake his emotions from a very tender age eversince he was born to the extent that even seeing his mother killing her husband mercilessly failed to evoke feelings within. He clearly did not understand what she was feeling he just stared at her with a blank expression only to replace it quickly with a grim look even faking few tears. "(Y/n) chan you know its okay you will still have me" he patted the girl in an attempt to comfort her.
"Friends?" (Y/n) replied between her tears.
"If that's how you want us to be" douma smiled at her gently shocking himself for a second because he didn't think of smiling?
Things escalated soon after that incident, (y/n) was a kind and compassionate person from inside and out and in not time the cult followers started loving her presence. As often douma would let her accompany him and most of the time she stayed by his side following him everywhere and he didn't mind that at all moreover he appreciated her company. (Y/n) was like a fresh bud to him who depicted innocence and purity he loved spoiling her with expensive gifts yet she never showed signs of greediness and genuinely appreciated his thoughtfulness slowly forgetting the past life she was in and cherishing her friendship with douma. At first she was reluctant and didn't like getting so much attention but in the course of time she bonded better with everyone and was quite content with the life she was leading. As for douma he began to depend on (y/n) to the point that not seeing her face for even one day would make him go insane and he didn't understand why not like he want to because all he cared about was how she made him feel so many varieties of pleasant emotions he wish he could feel. Eating her was out of context.
However all good things must come to an end for he is someone to not rest in peace after the sin he have committed for centuries. Seeing douma paying her more attention, spoiling her with a ravish lifestyle and even letting her stay by his side all the time made some of his cult members terribly envious they wanted to punish her for taking their chances of stealing the spotlight. There was this one room that he forbade his followers to enter for obvious reasons and specifically for (y/n) because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake. This was exactly what they wanted (y/n) to do break the rules and Douma's trust. Like that there would be no more favouritism on her with others.
"Ah (y/n), there you are" one of the female member approached her one fine morning.
"Yes how may I help you?" She asked cheerfully
"Lord douma have asked for your presence in the forbidden room tonight and he said its urgent"
"Aren't we all prohibited to go inside"
"Oh (y/n) it's true master have arrived today and he wants your presence"
Upon hearing that news her heart elated with happiness, it has been two weeks since he last saw douma around and she missed him but something felt off about the whole situation douma always sees (y/n) first before tending his followers then why did he not come meet her did he not miss her like she did?
She was lost in her thoughts until she found two hands waving and snapping infort of her face.
"Don't be late, okay?" With that said the female hurried back into other room leaving (y/n) behind even though the situation seem kinda odd maybe douma was busy afterall.
At night (y/n) went into the restricted area. She stood infront of the shoji door in absolute dilemma debating whether or not to enter the room or go back. There was her desire of meeting douma on one hand and not breaking his trust by entering the room on the other. In the end she decided not to but as she was turning back she heard someone grunting in pain behind the closed doors being a compassionate person, she decided to open the door and enter into the darkness adjusting her eyes in the process, a pungent smell hit her nostrils making her cover her mouth and to her absolute terror the scene infront of her made her puke in disgust.
A pile of Mutilated bodies, mostly women laid around lifelessly on the blood stained tatami mattress. Many having no limbs, some headless and organs missing from their body as if someone had ate all of that. The whole room was a mess full of unfortunate people. She felt sick and began crawling down her way back from the corpses. However she felt a tight grip on her left foot upon looking down she witness the sight of a woman her intestines oozing out of her stomach begging for help. (Y/n) stood there perplexed unable to say anything chocking through tears.
"I told you not to come here, why?" (Y/n) turned her head violently to see douma standing in a distance his countenance cold and sinister evident that he was highly displeased upon seeing his innocent flower disobeying his instructions.
"It's not... like... what you see" (y/n) cried fearfully but douma didn't seem to buy it well in a blink of an eye she found herself in Douma's arms as he aggressively dragged her out of the room.
"What's going on douma" no word came out from the usual lively douma.
"It's hurting me your grip" no reply again to which she forcefully tried to stand still with all her strength. This time douma stopped his features hidden under his bangs making her unable to figure the expression he was carrying.
"Is this why douma forbade us to enter the room" no reply
"Are you responsible for murdering those innocent people?" No reply
"DOUMA" she shouted
"Why you want to join them?" Douma finally looked at her his eyes glowing dangerously proving his existence to be something unnatural. (Y/n's) eyes widen at his remarks as tears rolled down her visage.
"I hate you.." she murmured
"What?" He tilted his head letting his guard down a bit at her hurtful comments.
"I HATE YOU" she pushed douma roughly and flew from the place running deep into the forest for she knew who he was and what he is capable of doing. Tearing down she constantly reminisce the moments she shared but she cannot allow herself to sympathize his heinous crimes. Why is it that the people I love are always taken away from me? She thought. Exhausted from running she halted in order to catch her breath while glancing back to see if he was following, there was no one indeed so a sudden feeling of relief gushed in her body. However turning her head back she saw him standing inches apart from her face which made her shiver and fall onto the knees.
"Why are you running away from me (y/n)" he said apatheticly his head lowered at her level. She did not reply and stayed quite.
"Is it true that you don't love me after all the things I did for you?" Covering his face with one hand his eyes glowing under the moonlight a look of dejection written on his face. There was complete silence in the forest except the sound of rustling trees.
"Answer me" holding her face now firmly he growled making her flinch under his breath. In one last desperate attempt (y/n) tried to stab douma with a tree branch she found laying on the ground but unfortunately douma was faster and easily dodged the attack and in a swift motion he hit her with immense strength causing her fragile little body to tremble in pain as she coughed mucus mixed with blood.
"How foolish of you" he crouched down her height staring intensely at the quivering figure of the miserable girl. As for (y/n) her body ached but more was the tightness in the chest that she was experiencing in the moment.
He pulled her by the hair roughly making her scream in pain although at this point all she could manage with her cracking voice were inaudible screams.
"Why did you disobey me? (Y/n)..." who knew beneath that friendly kind face was hiding a undeniably deadly and calculative demon and at this point it was clear for her that he was anything but human.
"Who are you?" these few words manage to escape from her shaky lips in between low grunts.
"I am the leader of the eternal paradise cult"
"Wrong" to which he tightened his grip making her shriek again.
"You humans are so dumb believing in the existence of primordial deities where in reality its just a myth, a fairytale, created for pleasuring the sufferings of mere human. Being superior than you mortals I wanted to make these pitiful existence happy and that's why I was born and what you saw there" his lips curved into a cheeky smile revealing his deadly fangs creeping the shit out of the already scared girl. "I eat them so that they can always be with me and attain salvation" a sinister laughter escape from his mouth as he covered it with his golden fans. (Y/n) unable to process the new sets of information knots formed in her stomach making her sick in the guts.
"I ate your mother too, oh she was ungrateful after all the things I did to her just like you" protruding her eyes with pure shock she felt her veins popping out and blood boiling in pure rage.
"You are a monster, you think your stupid morals would persuade people to think like you do, I despise you douma I thought we were friends and you took away the one I cherished the most?"
"You think your mother loved you?" Douma snapped. The duality of this was man was insane, all the things he does or says are plastic.
"She never cared for your life, you want to know why? I will tell you since you insist" douma dragged her out of forest holding a fistful of her hair tightly inflicting great discomfort to the girl while he continued with his harsh statements and deliberate insults.
"You were just a burden, behaving like a fucking child with the alluring body of yours"
"No my mother promised me..she would protect me.. you are lying"
"While you were crying everyday inside my shrine that lowly woman enjoyed her life indulging in adultery with various cult members leaving her sick husband and mentally retarded daughter in the dark" every word he uttered spread vemon into her ears.
"Still she wanted more and more and more, what a greedy whore" douma continued.
"Do you know how much difficult it was for me to control myself around you? While you sway your hips and act innocently making those hungry men lust over you, how much dumb can you be?"
"What do you mean I don't understand.. douma"
"I did everything I can for you yet you remain ungrateful, disrespectful? Well guess its runs in your blood and I thought you are innocent but it turns out that you are just like the rest of them, naive"
Her eyes widened with every hurtful remarks he made about her and she did not understand why she felt that way shouldn't she be resentful towards him for killing her beloved mother but here she is weeping constantly because douma was treating her like he never did before.
"But that's fine (y/n) I can not bring myself to hurt you I love you and we shall always be together whether you like it or not" nothing reached in her ears anymore as her body grew numb. Her eyes shut as she carried the unbearable pain in her heart slowly loosing consciousness and remaining sanity.
It would have been easier if she died but alas a mere human like her is doomed at his mercy.
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Alex had both palms braced on the console, breathing deeply, and trying not to spiral into the hurricane of questions and horrifying scenarios his brain was making. He had to stay focused.
âWhat about the security cameras?â Liz said somewhere behind him.
âWe checked them, thereâs no hint where he could be,â Max said with a little edge. âWhoever did this knew exactly where to stand to keep hidden.â
âIt was Mr. Jones,â Alex muttered, thinking. âIt had to be.â
âHe hasnât woken up yet,â Liz was starting, but Alex cut her off.
âNot alone, but he did do this,â he said. âThis is how my dad works. He uses people, whoever he needs to. He used Michael when heâd taken me, and now heâs used Mr. Jones.â
It wasnât right, not completely, Alex knew. Something about this whole plan to take Michael and leave Mr. Jones behind felt off, it felt sloppy. His dad was many things, but not sloppy. The finer details though didnât matter. All that mattered was that Michael was gone, and Alex was on the verge of losing his mind. Maybe he already had. That didnât matter either.
âI want to talk to him,â Alex demanded. âSee what he knows.â
âAlex,â Max started to shake his head, âwe donât know what heâs capable of, even under the pollen, he could be too dangerous to ââ
âIâve seen things that would give you nightmares, Max Evans,â Alex hissed, and the room fell silent. âRight now, the only danger you have to worry about is me. None of you know anything about interrogation, Iâm taking over.â
It was not a request, and Max and Isobel didnât hear it that way. They took Alex back to Maxâs house, through his large living room, into the guest bedroom where Mr. Jones was being kept.
Alex had expected him to look like Maxâs twin, but there was something unhinged in the darkness of his eyes that Max definitely didnât have, a twisted curl to his mouth that said he knew Max and Alex were vibrating with fear for Michael, and that it made him happy.
âWell, well,â he said slowly, his voice hoarse despite the upward quirk of his lips. âArenât you a pretty one? I was wondering when Iâd get to see you here, Jesse Manes Jr.â
âItâs Alex, actually,â Alex said, kneeling in front of Mr. Jones and peering up at him. There were dark circles around his eyes, his cheeks were hollow, his shoulders slumped with an undeniable exhaustion. There was a single needle wound in his neck.
âYou took someone that belongs to me,â Alex said quietly, and Mr. Jones tilted his head, his eyes locked on Alexâs. âAnd I want him back.â
Mr. Jones started to laugh. It was breathy, his voice cracked, and it faded into a fit of coughs, but he was clearly amused, nonetheless.
âThatâs sweet,â he murmured. âYouâre sweet. I kinda like you.â
âEnough with your stupid games,â Max warned. âTell us where my brother is, or youâre going to wish you were never born.â
Mr. Jones gasped mockingly. âGoodness me, brother. Whatâre you gonna do? Lecture me to death?â His laughs grew louder, stronger. âI know you too well. You put on the villain face, but in the end, you âaint got the nerve.â He looked down at Alex, and sneered, like his next words were the most insulting he could think of. âYouâre heroes. You see the good in everyone, even a lunatic like Jesse Manes. Now that man is dark. Viewâs too limited though, too narrow-minded. Canât see the big picture.â
Alex stared. âYou wonât tell us where Michael is? Thatâs your final answer?â Mr. Jones opened his mouth to retort, but Alex coldly cut him off. âKeep in mind that this is your last chance to talk.â
Mr. Jonesâ smile widened and he tilted his head. In a singsong voice, he responded, âMichaelâs gonna diiiiâeeee.â
Alexâs eye twitched. âMax,â he said, his voice unfamiliar to his own ears. âCan I have a minute please?â
Max mustâve known something bad was about to happen because he quietly responded, âSure, Alex. Just donât kill him.â
Alex clenched his jaw, his eyes unmoving from Mr. Jones. He wouldnât kill him. Dead men couldnât talk.
*
Max regretted leaving the second the door closed behind him. Isobel, Liz, and Kyle looked up from where they sat on the couch, waiting for an answer.
âDid you find out where Michael is?â Isobel demanded.
Max shook his head. âHe wonât talk, no matter what I say.â He punched the wall. âHeâs having too much fun.â
âI donât get it,â Kyle shook his head. âJesse Manes left him to get caught. How could he still be defending him?â
Max didnât say his biggest fear; Mr. Jones didnât care if Jesse had left him so long as he was killing Michael and the rest of them were suffering for it. He would have fun watching no matter what.
Kyle was staring at the guest bedroom door from his seat on the armrest, his arms crossed. âWhyâs Alex still in there? Shouldnât you help him? Youâre the one with the powers.â
âAlex wanted a minute alone with him,â Max said, avoiding their eyes.
Liz, of course, noticed right away. âMax,â she said, âwhat arenât you telling us?â
Max shook his head. Alex was just worried, they were all worried. He was fine. He opened his mouth to say that when Mr. Jones suddenly screamed.
The others shot to their feet, Isobelâs hands over her mouth, her eyes wide.
âOh my god,â Liz breathed.
Oh my god was right, Max thought. That wasnât any normal scream. It was one of pure and utter agony, like the scream of a man having his limbs slowly torn off.
Max took two long steps to the room when the screams suddenly cut off, and the door opened. Alex was wiping his bloody hand off on his jacket. Max stared. He was not the only one. That blood, they knew, was not Alexâs, but it covered his entire forearm like paint.
âAlex,â Kyle breathed, âwhat the hell ââ
âCaulfield,â Alex said at once, already heading to the door. âHeâs at Caulfield.â
It was too late to hide the look in his eyes. Max had seen something in Alex shatter, something dark, something frightening.
*
âDrive faster,â Alex said through clenched teeth.
âThis is as fast as itâll go, Alex,â Max said. Alex could feel him glancing. âIf anything happened to Michael ââ
âDonât.â
ââWeâd know,â he finished. âOkay? Isobel and I wouldâve felt it. I wouldâve felt it.â
Alex felt the smallest bit of reassurance. It was nothing compared to the overwhelming fear and discomfort at not having Michael in his arms, safe and sound. His hand, his fingers, his wrist and forearm, they were still stained with Mr. Jonesâ blood. He could still feel the meat of the alienâs flesh as he dug his fingers into the needle wound at his neck, opening up the cut to fit his fingers, until Mr. Jones was screaming. His eyes wide, as though heâd never expected Alex to raise so much as a finger at him. Heâd been wrong. Heâd taken Michael.
He had no idea what heâd unleashed.
As if hearing his thoughts, Max quietly asked, âWhatâd you do to him?â
âDoesnât matter,â was all Alex said, not wanting to linger on the familiar chill of his own voice.
When they reached Caulfield, they were careful to come in the same way theyâd come when it had just been Michael, Alex, and Kyle. Alex held his gun up, as did Max. Kyle stayed on Alexâs other side, a taser in his and Lizâs hands while Isobel held her hands up in case of a sudden attack.
Getting in was difficult. It felt like every few feet, a guard came out to stop them. Alex knew these people were trying to keep Michael away from them, and wanted nothing more than to tear into them with his bare hands, but they needed to hurry. He shot each one in the shoulder or leg. There was more than one spot in the human body that rendered the rest of it paralyzed. He didnât care if they screamed, if they bled out. As far as he was concerned, theyâd signed their death warrants when they helped Jesse hide Michael from him. He was being merciful not doing worse.
They moved deeper and deeper into the facility, and by the end of it, it was him and Max with the most stains on their clothes and the more bruises. Better that way. They made it into a long, dark hallway that took them to a sealed room.
Through a small window, Alex could see Michael in a steel chair, his head dropping between his shoulders as an IV strip pumped something that looked a lot like the pollenâs serum and something else into his veins.
There was a keypad next to the door. Without missing a beat, Alex held his gun for Max to take and pulled out his phone.
âMichael!â Isobel called through the window, panicked, but it was no use. He wouldnât be answering anybody.
âCanât we break the door down?â Liz demanded.
âItâs reinforced steel and set up to self-destruct,â Alex muttered, typing rapidly on his phone. He knew that hacking software heâd created would come in handy sometime. âLook around you. This place is already falling apart from the last time someone tried to break in.â
âBut you can get him out, right?â Max asked Alex.
âYeah,â Kyle said without missing a beat. Alex could feel him staring. âYeah, he can do it.â
A second. Two. Three. Four seconds of Alex hearing nothing but the blood rushing in his own ears and the held breaths of everyone around him. The keypad beeped, the steel hinges clicked, and the door swung open. Alex pushed it enough to run in and fall to his knees in front of Michael, yanking the strips out of his arm while Max and Isobel set to work on the cuffs that kept him in the chair.
âHey,â Alex whispered, lifting his chin gently. âHey, baby, can you hear me? Michael, look at me, can you hear me?â
Michaelâs eyes were half-lidded and hazed. Michael made a soft âHmm?,â and his gaze focused for a split second. He smiled sleepily.
âYou,â he breathed, âyou look . . . just like my Alex.â
A small cry escaped Isobelâs lips before she quickly stifled it. Liz put a hand on her back as Kyle undid the rope around Michaelâs waist. Jesse was nowhere in sight. He mustâve run the second he heard them arrive, knowing the guards would do nothing but stall for time. None of it mattered.
Alex smiled at Michael. âI am,â he huffed a chuckle, his eyes burning. âI am your Alex. Okay, come on, give me your arm, lean on me.â
âAlex,â Kyle tried, âif your leg hurts, I can ââ
Alex cut him a glare so sharp Kyle turned silent at once. Heâd apologize for it later. Right now, he needed to feel Michael against him, and he trusted no one but himself to help get him out of this hellhole.
Michael was able to stand, though he leaned most of his weight on Alex, his other arm around Max. His face was in Alexâs hair and he inhaled.
He murmured, âYou smell like him, too.â
âCome on, baby,â Alex encouraged, unwilling to ever let go again. âCome on, you can do it, just hold onto me.â
 Alexâs fingers and toes had turned numb from the lack of movement in the last two hours, but he didnât dare stand and walk around. He didnât dare take his eyes off Michael until he woke up. Heâd collapsed almost the second theyâd gotten him into Maxâs car, but Alex had kept a tight hold on him.
Maxâs healing was useless against the pollen, and technically, Michael didnât need a hospital, but Alex wanted Kyle to have access to whatever he needed to help him.
So they were pumping acetone into his veins instead of saline, they were monitoring his heart rate, even as, by the minute, it was getting better and better. And still, Alex kept close, kept watch, made sure no one but Kyle came in, no one but Kyle changed his IV bag and cleaned his wounds.
At one point, Kyle came in and put a hand on Alexâs shoulder. âDude, you need to rest.â
âIâll rest when heâs awake.â
âAlex ââ
âKyle,â Alex said, his voice clipped. âIâm not leaving him.â
A moment of silence, then, âAre you okay?â
âThe man I love was kidnapped by my father, what do you think?â
âAlex.â
Alex glanced at Kyle, and the lump that had been in his throat since he first discovered Michael had gone missing lodged itself firmly in place now, forbidding him to breath steadily. His eyes burned and his lower lip trembled as a horrifying realization that heâd been keeping at bay surfaced now.
He whispered, âIâm just like him.â
âNo,â Kyle said immediately. His voice was calm. âYouâre not.â
âWhat I did to Mr. Jones,â he shook his head. âI wouldâve killed every single guard in that prison without batting an eye.â
âNo, you wouldnât have.â
âKyle ââ
âYou wouldnât have.â Kyle sat down next to him. âAlex, youâre not your dad. All he ever thought about was himself. You did what you had to do to get Guerin back. Mr. Jones never wouldâve told us where he was if you hadnât â if you hadnât done what youâd done.â
âIâd do anything for him,â Alex whispered, watching the way Michaelâs chest rose and fell with his breaths. âIsnât that a bad thing?â
âMaybe for some people,â Kyle shrugged a shoulder. âNot for you.â
Alex clenched his jaw. âIâm scared of what Iâd become for him.â
âWho you always are is Alex,â Kyle said, and stood, ruffling Alexâs hair. âNo matter what you become, that doesnât change.â
With that, Kyle left them to be alone, and still Alex would not look away from Michael. He sniffled and reached out, taking Michaelâs hand in both of his and holding tight.
The lump, the weight on his chest, the pain in his leg, he knew, wouldnât go away until he got to see Michael was awake and safe. With the knowledge that he would be here all night, Alex squeezed Michaelâs hand, and waited.
*
Michael opened his eyes to a white ceiling, white walls, and white sheets. A steady beep beep beep went on somewhere behind him, there was a warm weight on his left hand and hip, and he realized that he was in a hospital. Before he could start to question why though, he caught the source of the weight.
Alex had his head rested against Michaelâs hip, sleeping with pinched brows as his hands clung to Michaelâs. Michael stared. It took him a minute to process what he was seeing.
He heard himself breathe slowly, carefully. If this was a dream, he hoped he never woke up. Alex looked so real, his dark, straight hair splayed against the white sheets, his long lashes curled against rosy cheeks, his warm breathing against Michaelâs hand as his lips brushed Michaelâs fingers.
Michael reached up his thumb to touch Alexâs cheek, to see if it was as soft and warm as it looked (it was), and Alex started awake. His eyes followed Michaelâs thumb to his face, and he sat up, a grin splitting his lips.
âGuerin!â he breathed. He stood and cupped Michaelâs face. Michael did not miss the way he winced, but his eyes were filling with tears that begged to fall and his smile was so beautiful and happy that Michael couldnât find it in him to do anything but cling to Alexâs hands just as tightly.
âYouâre okay,â he sighed with relief, his fingers gentle on Michaelâs jaw. âYouâre okay. Iâm going to â I should go get Kyle, I ââ
âNo,â Michael croaked, his throat dry, as he tried to sit up. âNo, stay here.â
âBe careful,â Alex said, setting up his pillows and helping him lie down against them. âThere you go, careful.â He stood back, looking Michael over for any open wounds. âDo you â uh â what do you need?â
Michael watched him. His fingers were trembling, his eyes twitching, his jaw clenched so tightly Michael feared he was drawing blood. He wordlessly held his arms out, and Alex eyed him a moment before his expression revealed the grief behind it, a sob escaped his lips, and he fell into Michaelâs embrace.
âIâm so sorry,â he cried, and Michaelâs heart broke. His hold on Alex tightened.
âDonât,â he growled. âThat wasnât your fault. Got it? It wasnât your fault, Alex. Youâre my hero.â
âIâm not,â Alex whimpered. âYou donât know what I did.â
âI donât care,â Michael breathed, his hold unbearably, painfully tight now. âI donât care. Youâre always my hero, Private.â
Alex burrowed deeper into his side. He kissed Michaelâs shoulder, his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and held his face as he kissed his lips. Michael didnât care if they werenât officially together or hadnât really spoken about their feelings since Alex and Forrest had ended things. It didnât matter. All that mattered was Alex.
He held Alex back just as desperately, and kissed him again and again and again, until all Alex could do was laugh through his tears.
âIâm sorry,â Alex swallowed, straightening. âI should â I should be more careful. Youâre still hurt. Uh ââ he wiped his face roughly ââdo you want me to get you some water? Juice? Anything you want.â
âYou,â was all Michael said, taking hold of Alexâs hand and pulling him onto the bed.
Alex looked startled, but went where Michael guided him until they were both lying on their sides, pressed close together.
âGuerin,â Alex whispered as Michael wrapped an arm around his waist, his forehead against Alexâs. âWe canât do this now, you â you need ââ
âYou,â Michael whispered back. With his other hand, he traced Alexâs jaw, his lips, down his neck. He couldnât remember anything after his bunker had been broken into, but heâd been sure of one thing; Alex would bring hell to the doorstep of anyone who dared hurt him.
âAll Iâve ever wanted and needed is you,â Michael said into the small space between their lips. Alexâs eyes fluttered, his chin raising so that his lips met Michaelâs, as if he couldnât help himself. Michael was so in love, it hurt him.
Before he closed the distance between them, he whispered, âMy Alex.â
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School Prize Night
(A Good night, Mr Cavill Sequel)
Part 1 - Through my eyes
07/07/2021
Pairing: teacher!Henry Cavill x plus-size teacher!reader (3rd person)
Word Count: 2,531
Warnings: rpf, body issues, self-loathing, angst, sexual innuendos, comforting, fluff, Henry being the sweetest boyfriend a (plus-size) girl could ask for
Summary: It's School Prize Night at Miss Y/L/N and Mr Cavill's school. But as she is getting ready for the event, she finds it impossible to accept her reflection in the mirror.
A/N: As I already feared, this dream of a man simply refuses to leave my thoughts. And so I used the first day of the summer holidays to come up with a four part sequel to Good night, Mr Cavill. So here is the first part. I'm afraid it has become a little angsty, but I promise to make it up to you with a lot of teasing and passion in the other parts.
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For a long time she had been wondering what to say whenever someone asked her what her special talent was. Now she knew, pinching her paunch harshly between her fingers until it formed a prominent, round bulge. Self-loathing. Thatâs what she was good at. A profession she had perfected over the last years.
And as if to prove her point, half the contents of her wardrobe lay scattered around her feet, mocking her with all their colourful beauty that magically turned into hideous abominations as soon as they covered her form. If she didnât know any better, she would let herself believe that she was somehow cursedâa gorgeous princess trapped inside the body of a manatee. But sadly it wasnât that simple and instead of an evil witch she could only blame herself for the reflection she saw in the mirror.
Giving herself another once over, she actually considered covering her eyes to spare herself the view, when thankfully her eyes seemed to have mercy on her tortured soul and salty tears began to blur her vision. Too late, as she noticed. The gears of self-hate had already started to turn and once they were in motion, nothing could stop them, pulling her deeper and deeper into the darkness.
She hardly realised that her whole body was trembling by now, her knees finally giving out underneath the weight of the world that pressed down upon her shoulders, making her sink onto the plush carpet with a heartbroken sob while the world around her fell away.
âDarling?â The familiar voice came from somewhere down the hallway, but she couldnât hear it in the state she was in. âDo you have any idea how to tie a decent Windsor knot? Iâve watched this stupid video about a million times by now and I just canât seem toââ
His heart almost stopped beating as he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes immediately falling onto the pitiful picture of misery that used to be his girlfriend, crumbled into a tight package in front of the mirror.
âY/N?â But instead of an answer there just came another soul shaking sob from the huddled creature and he didnât waste another second to get over to her. âWhatever is the matter, love?â His voice was warm and soothing as he squatted down beside her, but it was still not enough to break through to her. Desperate to find a clue as to what might have caused her distress, he took in the setting and when his eyes finally landed on the pile of clothes that surrounded her devastated form, he suddenly understood.
With a sigh he sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug before he pulled her onto his lap. âSh, darling. Donât cry,â he cooed, rocking her in his arms like a child. Slowly his hand drifted across her hair, as if his touch could just stroke her pain away, his lips tenderly pressing down on the crown of her head, before his cheek finally came to rest there.
âWell, what else am I supposed to do,â she croaked hoarsely, and the only thing that pained him more than the agony in her voice were her next words, âconsidering that you will leave me someday soon.â
He knew that it was only her insecurity speaking and yet he felt a bit slighted that she still couldnât fully believe his feelings for her were nothing but true.
âNow why would I do that?â he muttered into her hair as calmly as he could, âI love you, Y/N, and as long as you donât want me to, Iâm not going anywhere.â
Something about his words must have finally gotten through to her as he could feel the sobs die away bit by bit and he was almost positive that he would find a small smile on her face when she wriggled out of his embrace, but to his surprise he was met with a pair of defiant eyes.
âHow can you be so sure of that? Itâs only been three months, Hen. Thatâs probably just the hormones talking, and once theyâre back to their normal levels, youâll finally see the real me. And I canât blame you if you want to run as soon as you realise what youâve gotten yourself into.â
âHey!â he barked, his hands clutching her face in a firm grip to make her look at him. âYou know how much I hate when you talk about yourself like that.â
âYeah, well, I guess itâs easier to love yourself when one looks like you,â she spat and he regretted his harsh words instantly as he saw the tears that were threatening to fall again.
âOh, no, darling. No, no, no. This is not about me and my body image, itâs about you.â He sighed again, his jaw clenching dangerously and he needed to close his eyes for a second to force his anger back down to its source. âI donât know if youâll ever be able to see yourself the way I do, maybe not, but that doesnât give you the right to question the way I feel for you. You see, just because itâs hard for you to love yourself, doesnât mean itâs hard for me as well.â
And there they were, the tears that had been threatening to fall again, streaming down her cheeks freely now. âIâm so sorry, Hen. I should never haveââ
âYou bloody well shouldnât have,â he said sternly, but then his eyes softened like they always did whenever he looked at her and he pulled her closer to press his lips to her forehead in a symbol of forgiveness.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, her head fell down onto his shoulder and she nuzzled his warm skin affectionately. âUgh, Iâm such a mess,â she mumbled, and he could feel her lips move against his skin.
âNo, youâre not, darling. Like so many, youâve been traumatised by an ideal created by the media and greedy companies, telling you to constantly chase after their standard of beauty instead of focusing on those things that truly matter.â
For a moment, a deafening silence settled between them, but he knew she simply needed a while to think about his words. And just when he could feel the uneasiness of doubt crawl from the pit of his stomach, she sighed, a deep sound of realisation that soothed his worry.
âI guess youâre right,â her muffled voice came to his ears from the crook of his neck. âYou always are. Perfect idiot.â
Her little remark coaxed an amused chuckle from his chest and he could feel her body tremble in his arms from the vibration. But when his face fell upon their reflection in the mirror, the short moment of lightness suddenly died away and he wished with all his heart that just once he could give her his eyes before he would lift her around her body so she could feel what he felt whenever he looked at her. Grasp the reason why he loved her so much and why he never wanted to look at anyone else for the rest of his days. If onlyâ
Silently he signalled it was time for them to get up and as soon as he stood, he offered her his hand and pulled her up against his chest. Colliding softly with his firm pecs, she could feel his lips brush against her ear, his deep voice causing a shiver to run across her skin.
âDo you trust me?â he whispered, his hands drifting over the small of her back and down to her full cheeks, squeezing them reassuringly.
âOf course I do.â
âThen close your eyes.â
And so she did, without hesitation. Slowly she could feel his hands glide up her body again, stopping at her waist when he ordered, âNow turn around.â
His strong hands guided her as she carefully obeyed his wish again and she could feel his hot palms come to rest on her stomach, her back securely leant against his chest.
âHold out your hands, sweetheart, palms facing upwards,â he demanded, and she wasnât sure what exactly caused the heat to pulse through her nether regions, his hot breath that fanned across her shoulder, the authority in his voice, or the enticing combination of both. She had no idea what he was up to, but she couldnât help the slight pang she felt when his hands suddenly left her body. He must have picked up on the little twitch of her lips before she could stop herself from pouting, judging from the triumphant chuckle that made his chest quake. Cocksure bastard.
But then she could feel his touch again, his fingers gently gliding along her forearm until his hands pushed underneath hers.
âLet me show you something, darling.â And as if the dark timbre of his voice would actually leave her a choice but to let him take over from here, his lips ghosted across the sensitive spot of her neck to ensure her compliance.
She was still trying to concentrate again when she felt something squishy and warm underneath her fingertips and it actually took her a second to realise that he had brought their joined hands to her belly. On reflex, she tried to pull away, but his grip on her tightened to hold her back.
âNo,â he growled, his lips close to her ear again. âI want you to feel yourself, to try and see yourself through my eyes. Just a few minutes, thatâs all I ask.â But still he didnât proceed until he could feel her resistance melt away. âCan you feel how soft your belly is? So velvety smooth, itâs practically inviting you to touch it, to caress it, to relish in its malleability. Mmmh, so wonderfully soft,â he moaned his appreciation, making her insides tingle pleasantly.
âAnd here, can you feel this?â He guided her hands towards her hips, pressing her fingertips into the supple flesh. Slowly moving back and forth, she could make out the small ripples he had probably wanted her to notice. âI know you hate your stretch marks, but whoever decided to call them that probably had no idea what they truly are.â He made a short pause to emphasise his next words. âTheyâre tiger stripes. And you earned them all on your way to becoming the strong tigress you are. So be proud of them.â
She had wanted to protest when his lips pressed lovingly to her temple, a gesture that always made her soft for him, and her will to speak up against his sugarcoating of her flaws fizzled out.
âMmmmmh,â he sighed again, as he lead her hands to her rear, ânow letâs come to one of my favourites.â Slowly he made her hands move in circles across her behind, as if this was necessary to help her visualise the incredible magnitude of her butt. And to top it all off, the absence of her visual sense seemed to further enhance the depths of the dips and dents that coated its surface.
âItâs not only the luxurious lushness of your behind that compels me to run my hands along it as often as I can and squeeze it tightly. No.â He growled lowly again, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he made her fingers dig into her cheeks and this time she found it impossible to hold back a moan. âI wish you could see the way it jiggles and quivers with every thrust of my hips when I take you from behind. Itâs magnificent.â
âOh God, Henry,â she mewled when she could feel the treacherous wetness pool between her legs, soaking her panties in an instant. She wanted to pull away again, but this time to spin around and press her body against his while her lips devoured his filthy mouth before it could drive her completely insane with need. And yet again, Henry was stronger, securing her in her current position for just a little longer.
âI see youâre starting to get the point of this whole exercise. Good for you, darling.â
âHenry, please,â his teasing made her whine, as it always did, and she almost missed how he hooked her fingers underneath the straps of her bra to peel away the obstructive lace.
âSh, donât fuss. This is the best part, I promise.â
And with that he closed her hands around her voluptuous breasts, massaging them tenderly. âDid I promise too much? This really is the good stuff, isnât it? I donât think Iâve ever held anything as fluffy as these two delights in my hands. I still remember the way they moved to the rhythm of our lovemaking that first night. So enchanting. But you know what is even better?â he asked, his head dipping down to nuzzle her neck yearningly. âTo rest my head upon your chest after we both came undone. I love to be embedded by this softness while I can listen to your heartbeat. There is something so utterly bewitching about witnessing how it slowly calms down after I made you touch the sky.â
Without thinking twice her eyes flew open, just in time to catch a glimpse of all the affection his heart held for her as it reflected so openly in his blue eyes.
âOh Hen!â And finally he didnât hold her back when she tried to spin around, cupping his stubbly cheeks gently in her hands. âI love you so much.â
And without giving him the chance to answer, her lips found his, moving with them until she didnât know anymore where she ended and he began. Her head still spinning slightly, she broke away, their heavy pants the only noise that filled the silence for a while.
âAnd I love you.â A beaming smile curled his lips, passing on to hers while it slowly set her on fire. âEven the parts you despise. Maybe I love them the most. And I will not stop loving them for the both of us until you can love them too.â
She didnât know what she could have possibly replied to that. He was right, it was still a long way to go. There would always be difficult times. After all, self-love wasnât a permanent state she would be in for good once it was reached. She rather saw it as a concept, an idea she would possibly never reach in her life, but at least she could count on him to be there and help her see through his eyes whenever she was struggling.
âNow, can I make a suggestion regarding your outfit?â he derailed her train of thought. âTake the white summer dress with the pink peonies I love so much. You know how great your ass looks in that, donât you?â He smirked while, once again, his fingers dug into her behind.
âSo you keep telling me, Hen.â
âBecause itâs true.â His lips briefly brushed over the tip of her nose. âAnd it will remind me all night long of all the things Iâm going to do to you as soon as we get back here.â
Part 2
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Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader
Words: 2200 words
Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, violence, blood, swearing.
Requested by: Anon!
Hi!! Can i get a five x reader where the reader gets shot or stabbed or something but doesnt tell anyone and ends up passing out? Thanks!!
A/N: Iâm back at my requests! Thank you Anon for this sweet lilâ idea and I hope it lives up to your expectations as it does with mine  †Requests are still open!
You remember a time when you took pride in your capacity to make the right choice at the right time. When school asked you what you wanted to do in life, you chose the right one from the start unlike the majority of your friends who had to change classes multiple times and were now a happy veterinarian. When life put on your path the incarnation of your perfect partner, you decided to take it slow to see where it went. Fortunately for you, you quickly saw through his facade and kicked him out before he could create more permanent damage to your heart.Â
Your life was full of important decisions that were though at the time. Sometimes you had to take some days to think about it when other times it took you hours. They were all risky shots that could end up badly for you in the end so you liked to take your time to think about it.Â
This is why when Five Hargreeves, your childhood closest friend, knocked at your door one day and asked for your help to stop the fast-arriving apocalypse, you didn't think twice and immediately accepted. How could you make the bad choice by helping him save the world? If he failed you would die, he would die, everyone would die and this is obviously the bad end of the story, right?
Well, as of right now, you were starting to doubt it. After failing to stop 2019's apocalypse and after Five had time-traveled every living Hargreeves plus yourself in the 1960s, you found yourself in two precarious situations: one, you were back in your 13-year-old self and two, you were not fighting two crazy hard-ass Commissioners, but three crazy hard-ass IKEA mafioso!Â
It was a miracle that you survived the raid on the Hargreeves Mansion unscathed. You had thanked your luck for allowing you to live another day, although you regret ever doing so. Clearly, you had jinxed yourself, for surviving the Swedes ambush at the Mexican consulate wasn't as painless as the raid.Â
A very well-sharpened knife had managed to pierce your skin, getting in your abdomen all the way to the hilt before you managed to kick the white-haired man down a nice flight of stairs. Your medical instinct pushed you to hastily insert some absorbent tissue into your wound to control the bleed and allow you to check it later.Â
Sadly, one thing led to another and you were now sitting with all six Hargreeves who were currently trying to formulate a plan of some sort while Diego was focussed on his JFK conspiracy and you were literally bleeding out.Â
The once pristine washcloth you had stolen in the kitchen was completely soaked, staining your blue shirt with dark red spots. Speaking of spots, hundreds of tiny black ones were now dancing in your line of sight like dark fireflies.Â
"Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?"Â
You lifted your hand hoping to get the attention of the others, obviously working when Luther asked what you'd done.Â
"Anything yet, but would it screw the timeline if I died here?"Â
You saw Five frowns in confusion, his mouth opening on a question before yelling your name when you couldn't hold yourself up anymore and fell to the ground. Strong arms lifted you from the floor and you landed on a comfy cloud. You smiled in contentment, it has been a while since you had a proper night of sleep. This cloud will be perfect for a nap.Â
Tiny slaps on your left cheek forced your eyes to open and meet a concerned blue gaze.Â
"So pretty." You mumbled, still focussing on the blue eyes frantically scanning your face.Â
Oh did I mentioned earlier that you had a crush on Five? Because you do and it is not small if after 15 years your heart still accelerates when you merely meet his gaze.Â
"Don't sleep okay? Keep your eyes open!" You laughed at his command, it is the same thing you told him the day he lost consciousness at Leonard's cabin. You had a snarky remark at the tip of your tongue but it died on your lips when darkness forced its way upon you.Â
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Even before your mind was operational enough to create thoughts, your brain was already running full speed and relentlessly reminded you that your abdomen was on fire. The pain was a great ally into your mission to wake up and open your eyes. Maybe you would be able to ask for some painkillers.Â
The harsh neon light shining over your head made you tear up the second your eyes opened to assess your environment. You tried again, slower this time, and found yourself confused by your surroundings.Â
Many times in your childhood you had passed time in this room, planning pranks, doing homework, reading, or just hanging out. Nothing had changed excepted the walls that were now covered in equations and names.Â
Groggily, you attempted to seat up, your abdominal muscles screamed in agony at your movements forcing you to stay on your back. The groan that erupted from your throat alarmed a passer-by who raced to the door, opening it so fast that it collided with the wall.Â
"She's awake!" Klaus shouted in the corridor when he saw your wide-open eyes. He only had time to put a foot into the bedroom that a blue light appeared out of nowhere announcing Five's arrival. Your heart was beating too quickly by the time Five had pushed Klaus out of his room and slammed the door shut behind him.Â
âWhat were you thinking?!â Five's anger caused you to frown. What did you do? You searched your mind for an answer and quickly found one in the vivid memory of a knife diving into your flesh.Â
You opened your mouth to talk your mind but nothing came out of the desert that was your throat. Noticing your problem, Five caught a water bottle from his nightstand, cautiously brought it to your lips, and let you drink small sips of the freshwater. Satisfied, you coughed once to prepare your throat.Â
âNow you know how it felt so we are quits.â You answered, referring to the time in Leonardâs cabin where you felt like the world had stopped when Five lost consciousness. You took care of him as best as you could despite your field of expertise being animals you had a basic understanding of the human anatomy, so with your trembling hands covered in his blood while desperately trying to not notice how much there was, you worked as effectively as you could to keep the love of your life alive.Â
"This is not a game! You could have died!" You would have believed his angry eyes if only his hands weren't shaking so much. You were friend with Five for long enough to know how to read his temper and now, he was scared.Â
"But I didn't." You tried to calm him down with your calm voice. You remember jumping at his neck the second he woke up that time he passed out, why couldn't he do the same instead of yelling at you?Â
You watched him open his mouth a couple of times before closing it, clearly thinking through what he was going to say. When he finally chose, his voice was barely audible. "Selfish."Â
You blinked in confusion at his statement. "Me? Selfish?" With each word now, your voice was raising until you reached the point where you were yelling at the blue-eyed 30 years old man. "Everything I did was to save the damn world from the apocalypse and you call me selfish?! I took a fucking knife to the gut and dealt with it for the sake of the world and you call me self-"Â
"I wasn't talking about you." Now this stopped you good. You frowned in confusion, not seeing where he was going. "I was talking about me."Â
Your head tilted to the side, searching your brain as to why Five would call himself selfish. All he did was for his family, he never acted for himself, so why?
"I almost let everything down to make sure you made it back alive. I almost let the world end for you because I can't imagine living another 45 years where you're not there." His words were soft, a tone that you weren't aware was used exclusively around you. His gaze fled yours, switching between the scribbles on the walls and the foot of the bed.Â
Color rushed to your face for his words definitely sounded like a confession to your ears. Your childhood self had waited for so long to hear something of the type, so long that you thought the friendzone was the ultimate area that you would be welcome in. You accepted that your feelings were strong enough to be pleased by his happiness even with someone else.Â
A smile formed on your lips causing Five's heart to miss a beat in its rhythmic pumping. "I-"
"Guys they are doing it!" Klaus' loud voice on the other side of the door cut you off.Â
"Doing what?" Allison had joined her brother at the door, confused of his antics.Â
"Admitting their undying love for each other!" At this point Five had opened the door swiftly, his murderous gaze fell on his siblings, daring them to say something more. It was at this moment that Klaus realized how scary his brother was in reality, he wasn't the little Number Five anymore, but a grown-up man who could easily murder him in a thousand ways possible.Â
"Oh heck no!" The words fell off your mouth against your will, the embarrassing situation making you nervous so your brain tried to defuse the situation by stating the opposite of what Klaus wanted. From your point of view, you totally missed the way Five's eyes lost their deadly rage, instead showing his pain at your words. He was quick to hide his feelings once more, but his siblings had enough time to acknowledge his true emotion.Â
Slapping Klaus behind the head, Allison got a hold of his shirt and pulled him away to let the two of you clear this out. Everyone knew you two were pinning each other when you were younger. Even when fighting the two apocalypses! It was clear as day for the rest of the family, however, it wasn't the case for the both of you.Â
The door slammed back in place once more making you jump and hiss in pain when your abdominal muscles contracted. In your field of vision, you noted that Five had tensed before closing his hands in tight fists and made his way to his desk, the only place in the room you couldn't see because of your incapacity to turn around.Â
You knew what you said must have hurt him, it clearly seemed like you had rejected him. Stupid defense method.Â
"Five?" No answer was given, his heavy breathing being the only sound resonating in the room. "I didn't mean that." A scoff fell off his lips.Â
"You think I'll believe that?" The venom in his voice told you just how much you had hurt him, squeezing your heart in shame.Â
"When you disappeared 15 years ago I developed a system to protect myself from new heartbreaks. It hurt way less to force myself to believe that my feelings for you were nonexistent than acknowledge them and continue living without you, Five." Water appeared in your eyes, pooled down your cheeks, and soaked your new shirt. "I was so used to deny my feelings that-" Your voice broke when a sob forced its way out of you.Â
Hands found your cheeks, drying the wet trails before pulling you into a firm chest. You managed to slip your hands around his waist and cried for as long as needed. The exhaustion of the last endless days caught up to you along with the fact that the subject of your love was very well alive and here to stay, fueling the flow of tears falling down your eyes.Â
"I really didn't mean it." You managed to croak out between sobs.Â
One of Five's hand went to your hair, stroking your head tenderly. "I know." Your grip onto his shirt tightened when a kiss landed on the top of your head.Â
Slowly, he pulled away to lay you back down onto his bed and snuggled to your side when your anxious eyes found his. One of his arms went under your head while the other took care to not accidentally touch the general area surrounding your wound when snaking around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible.Â
His body heat was very much welcome, you snuggled your way into the crook of his neck in search of comfort.Â
"Rest. I'll be there when you wake up." He whispered into your hair when his button-down crumpled in your hands.Â
You sighed, allowing yourself to relax in his embrace. "I love you Five." You had to get it out before you let yourself fall asleep for you were scared that later would be too late.Â
"I love you too." Delicate patterns were traced by his skilled fingers onto the bare skin of your waist making you shiver. Your heartbeat accelerated at his chuckle before stabilizing when you fell into a peaceful slumber.
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What Couldâve Been; Broken Hearts & Whiskey Pt. 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky finally starts trying to get his shit together but when you show up with another man it throws everyone for a loop.
Warnings: Angst! Overprotective Bucky, Pissed reader, Threats, womanizing character who gets what he deserves, Talk of the breakup, Cursing that Steve would be ashamed of, Tiniest bit of fluff but not really.  Â
Word Count: 3,331
A/N: Iâm finally backkk!!! Iâve been wanting to work on this series for some time now and Iâm finally getting a bit of motivation to do so! I hope you enjoy it!
A/N 2: Entire paragraphs of italics are flashbacks, single sentences of italics are internal thoughts, Bold italics are song lyrics. I used lyrics from the song What Couldâve Been by Gone West for this story. Â
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**2 Months After Breakup**
Waltzing into the living room of the Avengers tower, you're met with a chorus of greetings from your adopted family. Despite you and Bucky being over you still spend time with everyone else- just when he isnât around.Â
You havenât seen him since you broke up and youâd like to keep it that way. Seeing him would just be more than you could handle; you already lost him so why remind yourself of it more often than you already do? But at the same time his absence from movie night is just as painful of a reminder- like a puzzle with a lost piece.Â
Snapping back to reality you give a halfhearted smile, joining Steve and Sam on the couch as Natasha hits play on âJohn Wickâ.
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2 hours later youâre standing in the kitchen making snacks with Sam before the next movie starts. âThatâs ridiculous, Sammy!â You giggle, watching the microwave timer count down until the popcorn is ready. âBacon does not belong in ice cream.â
You hear him chuckle behind you as he empties M&Mâs into bowls. âBacon belongs in everything, sweetheart. You're gonna try it sometime or else...â
âOr else what, Sa-â You cut off as you turn around, frozen on the spot as you peer overÂ
Samâs shoulder.
âHey, y/n,â Bucky whispers. Your gaze travels up and down the man you used to know, but heâs different. His eyes have bags beneath them from lack of sleep, his hair longer and more unruly than it was the last time you saw him. The stubborn jawline you remembered was replaced by a nervous clenched jaw. His eyes once so bright were now timid and dull; no longer holding the same sparkle that used to make you smile.
In an instant your expression went from a carefree woman with her friends to the girl whoâs heart was shattered by the stranger before you whose face you used to know so well.Â
âCan we talk?â Bucky asks gently, his expression hopeful yet dreading.Â
âWhat are you doing here, James?â you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself as Sam looks between you both carefully.
âI live here,â Bucky nearly scoffs.Â
âBarnes,â Sam warns, his shoulders tense as he glances at you worriedly.
âI donât want to talk to you, James. I have nothing to say.â
âAll you have to do is listen. Please, doll.âÂ
Despite your best efforts to appear unbothered, the nickname shatters your false bravado. âDonât call me that,â your voice breaks as tears cloud your vision.
âExcuse me,â you whisper, rushing past both men, ignoring Buckyâs call of your name and attempt to stop you.Â
âLet her go, man. Youâve done enough,â you hear Sam say as you flee down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door behind you.Â
Locking the door you turn on the faucet as the tears begin to fall and the suppressed memories rush back:
**2 Months Before Breakup* Flashbacks*
âItâs midnight! Where the hell were you?â You yelled, tears pricking your eyes.
Bucky sighed in defeat, his expression resigned and cold. âCan we do this in the morning?â His tone more of an order than a request as he turns his back on you and begins to walk down the hallway of your apartment.Â
âNo, we canât do it in the morning. You owe me an explanation. You were supposed to be here when my parents got here. You promised.â You sniffled as Buckyâs shoulders stiffened. âIâm sorry. I donât have a good enough reason,â he mumbles before walking away.Â
I haven't stopped thinking about you
Has it really been this long?
Two years and an ocean between us
And I don't know where it all went wrong
I know I coulda kissed you harder
And yeah, you coulda followed through
Shoulda talked a little bit softer
But we meant every "I love you"
**1 Month Before Breakup**
Glancing around the restaurant you see no sign of Bucky. Checking your phone for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes, you sigh. Where is he? Youâve been here for an hour; waiting in your new dress for the man who hadnât bothered to show. Youâre getting tired of the pitiful looks the waitress and the other customers are shooting you. Polishing off your second glass of wine you open your phone: no new messages.
Youâve already sent Bucky 5 texts and called him 4 times; you're done.
Paying for the wine quickly you all but flee the restaurant, trying to hold back your tears. If you werenât so upset you would probably laugh; laugh at yourself for being so naive to think he would keep his word. But you canât bring yourself to laugh, not while your heart slowly shatters at the hands of the man who swore never to hurt you.
I don't know what this is or what it isn't
But it feels like we've got unfinished business
**2 Months Ago; AKA Week of Breakup**
âHey this is y/n, I canât come to the phone right now cuz Iâm out livin my life! Leave it at the beep.â He hears your all too familiar voicemail through the speaker. He had helped you come up with it, you hadnât known what to put on it. He kicks himself, knowing you werenât actually out living your life, just dodging his calls. Not that he blamed you- He deserved it and he knew it. Calling again, heâs not surprised when he hears your voicemail again.
âHey⊠Um, listen, I know I was supposed to be at your place after the mission⊠I just wanted to unwind with the guys and- Shit. Iâm sorry, okay? I didnât think you would mind that much, Iâll be over in a bit to make it up to you, okay?â He leaves the message and ends the call before starting his car and driving towards your apartment, guilt heavy in his stomach.
You listen to his voicemail over and over, a strange mix of rage and sorrow weighing on your heart.
Tears roll slowly down your cheeks silently as you lay curled up in a defensive ball on your bed, trying to block out the unmistakable sound of Bucky begging you to open the front door; âBabe, please open the door,â He says, fist resting gently against the frame. âIâm sorry- really, really sorry. Please let me in and we can talk about it,â He sighs, resting his head against the door in defeat. He could break the lock and go in. You both know that. But he wouldnât do that to you- All that would do is make you fear him and thatâs the last thing he wants. He slides his back down the wall til heâs sitting on the floor next to your door, his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair; Tears gathering in his lashes. He really messed up this time.
The next day you drag yourself out of bed, trying to forget last night and all the tears you shed. After a shower and breakfast, you head out the door for a coffee run before work. You stop in your tracks when you see Bucky still sitting there, eyes red from lack of sleep and regret written all over his face. He jumps up when you walk out, keys in hand, the door closing behind you. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âI- I came to apologize,â he murmurs, looking in your eyes.
âI donât want to hear it,â you bite, moving to step around him but stopping when he steps to block your path.
âBucky, Iâm going to be late for work,â you say coldly, glaring at him. âMove out of the way.â
âPlease doll, just let me explain-â
Huffing, you roll your eyes. âI understand perfectly, James.â You watch as he flinches a little at the use of his first name. You only use it when you're really mad or really happy, and it isnât the latter right now. âYou were too busy with your beer buddies to come see your girlfriend after being gone for three weeks, but whatâs new? Itâs been like this for months. I guess it was naive of me to expect something else this time.âÂ
'Cause we left blood the on the tracks
Sweat on the saddle
Fire in the hills
A bullet in the barrel
Words never said in a story that didn't end
Looks like you're on the mend and I'm on the bottle
We folded our hands with money on the table
**Present Day**
All the broken promises, nights alone and tears came rushing back as sobs racked your body. Sliding down the door you rest your head between your knees, eyes screwing shut tightly in a useless attempt to stop the bittersweet memories and tears.Â
Little do you know that outside the door sat a man with tears clouding his vision as he listened to your muffled sobs on the other side of the door. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to turn back time and undo all of the agony he caused you and hold you like he's been wishing he could for the past 2 months. You were just on the other side of the door, separated from him by a few inches of wood and yet you had never been farther away. What did he do?
Tried moving on, but I keep coming back again
To what could've been
What could've been
Oh, what could've been
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Stumbling into your apartment you all but throw your keys and purse down before shuffling into the bathroom and turning on the hot water for a shower before turning back to the mirror.
The person you see looking back at you in the mirror isnât who you remember- or at least not who you thought you were. The person you remember was carefree and happy; living in a dream with the love of their life. You donât recognize the girl in the mirror with swollen, bloodshot eyes and shoulders that hold the weight of the world. What happened to the girl you used to know?
A single tear rolled down your cheek, leaving a mournful trail in its wake. Bucky. Bucky happened to that girl.Â
There had always been doubt hidden in the back of your mind; doubt that your beautifully woven reality would become nothing more than a tangled web of what once was and couldâve been, but you never thought it would end like this. You had imagined it being another girl that came between you, or perhaps his self loathing or the inadequacy you felt. Never did you think it would be the unexplainable, cold, unfeeling resentment that had taken over the gentle, sweet man you thought you knew. Where did it go wrong?
A couple more simple, "I'm sorry's"
A little less tryna be right
I wonder how many good mornings we wasted
'Cause we didn't say goodnight
One touch before we fell asleep
Just before our love was out of reach
Coulda been enough, coulda saved us from this loneliness
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âSteve?â Bucky calls out as he strides into the training room, the door banging shut behind him. Whirling around Steve clutches a hand to his chest. âJesus, Buck! You scared the hell out of me!â
âI need your help,â Bucky demands, jaw set in a firm line and his eyes glittering with determination.Â
Steve runs a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. âIs this about Y/N and the other night? Because if it is I am not apologizing to the poor girl for you, so you can just-âÂ
âI want her back.âÂ
âYou what?!â Steve exclaimed, his jaw dropping.
âI want her back- I need her back. And I need you to help me.âÂ
âDamn it, Bucky. Itâs been 2 months and you saw how she still feels about what you did. How are we gonna fix that?â
âI donât know yet, Steve⊠But I have to try. Please.â
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Strolling into Tonyâs party happily, you smile up at your date, your arm linked with his.
You greet Tony with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek before turning towards the sound of Natasha calling your name. Sashaying towards her you give her a hug before turning to give Thor and Steve one as well.
âSo, whoâs this?â Nat asks, gesturing towards your date whoâs eyeing her unabashedly, his gaze dropping to her neckline.
âOh, sorry! This is Jordan!âÂ
You roll your eyes as Thor begins lightly interrogating him, but he doesnât pay much attention, his gaze fixed on Natashaâs retreating form.
âCan we talk?â Steve asks, his hand resting gently on your forearm. Following him into a nearby corridor you give him a puzzled look. âIs something wrong, Steve?â
âUm, not exactlyâŠâ he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.
âWell, what is it then?â
âItâs about Bucky.â Seeing your irritated expression he holds up his hands innocently. âWait a minute. Just hear me out, okay?â
âFine.â
âLook, heâs been spiraling since you guys broke up; not eating, always working and out on missions constantly, and his nightmares are getting worse again.â
âWhy should I care?â
âDonât do that. Donât pretend like you donât still love hi- Actually, fine, Y/N. If you want to pretend that you donât care then thatâs your problem. Just know that seeing you the other night? Changed something. Heâs trying again, and I donât want to see him lose that. So even if you want to tell yourself that it doesnât matter to you, at least think about it for me.â Steve turned away, pausing for a moment. âOh, and by the way? Seeing you here tonight with someone else isnât gonna be good for anyone⊠But why should you care, right?â
Taken aback by Steveâs lack of usual patience, you can only watch as he walks off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you with mixed emotions and a hard decision ahead of you; what were you gonna do?
No matter how hard you tried to block out thoughts of Bucky they always managed to slip back in between the cracks in your shattered heart. Steve was right; you did care. But what were you supposed to do about it tonight? Especially about Jordan. Were you supposed to walk up to him and say âoh, by the way you have to leave because my ex is here and he may or may not rip your arms off? No, that wouldnât work.
Racking your brain for a solution, you snag a glass of champagne from one of the passing trays, downing it in the hopes of drowning your mixed emotions - it didnât work. Taking a deep breath, you start weaving between the sea of bodies towards where you left Jordan.
Spotting Thor and Tony you make your way towards them, smirking when you hear Tony arguing with Thor over⊠something.Â
âWhereâs Jordan?â you ask, joining their small circle and trying to shake off your conversation with Steve.
âHe was here a minute ago⊠Iâm not sure though, kiddo,â Tony says, giving you a puzzled glance. âSpeak of the devil, here he is!â Tony exclaims as you look over your shoulder to see a slightly ruffled Jordan walking towards you, his eyes holding an unnatural hazy look.
âWhere were you?â You ask lightly, gaze raking his bedraggled form; his shirt slightly untucked, hair mused and lips pink.Â
âOh um, nowhere. Just the bathroom.â Â
Accepting another glass of champagne, you push down the fury in your chest. Youâd just taken a sip when an all too familiar figure came to stand beside you; a scotch glass in his hand and clad in an unfairly attractive black suit. âHey Y/N, whoâs this?âÂ
Nearly choking on your drink, your eyes widen. âBucky! What are you doing here? You hate these parties!â You say before you can stop yourself. Stupid. The offhanded statement would seem innocent to most, but to you- to you it was a reminder that you still knew him better than anyone else did, a reminder that you remembered all the nights alone together instead of at the noisy parties, a reminder that you still cared enough to remember.Â
You could see that he was thinking the same thing. âThis is Jordan. MyâŠâ you faded off, not quite sure what to call him.â
âDate,â Jordan finishes for you, wrapping his left arm around your waist lazily, his hand traveling slightly further than appropriate for the first date. âBut weâre keeping things loose, isnât that right?â Jordan asks, glancing at you but not waiting for an answer. âAnd who the hell are you?â
Your eyes widen in shock, glancing back and forth between the two men; taking in Jordanâs cocky smirk and Buckyâs knowing look.Â
Bucky extended his hand, a malicious smirk on his lips and dark glint in his eyes as he took in the unprofessional state of Jordan- including the lipstick stain on his white button down- and the uncomfortable shift of your weight, leaning away from your sorry excuse of a date.Â
Jordan accepted the outstretched hand, wincing visibly and paling at Buckyâs iron grip. âBucky Barnes,â Bucky offered, enjoying as the other man wriggled uncomfortably in his grip, his arrogance forgotten. His gaze lighted on Buckyâs metal arm, his eyes lighting with recognition and terror.Â
âHoly- you're the Winter Soldier! God man, Iâve heard so much about you-â
âAn honor, Iâm sure,â Bucky drawls, looking bored, his voice dropping an octave in warning. âNow get lost.âÂ
You sputter defiantly as Jordan scurries off, his tail between his legs.Â
âWhat was that for?!â you fume,a fire burning in your eyes as you turn on Bucky.
âOh câmon. The guysâ been eyeing every other woman in here! Heâs a douche! What was I supposed to do? Just let him feel you up after sneaking off with who knows what girl?â
âWho âfeels me upâ is none of your concern anymore!âÂ
âCome off it, Y/N! You didnât even want him touching you! I was protecting you, so your welcome,â he huffed.
âI donât need protecting, and I sure as hell donât need you to protect me. So you can go fuck yourself, James. You canât treat me like shit for months and then get mad when someone else does the same thing!â you snarl, spinning on your heel and storming off as Bucky watches you.Â
Bucky stalks across the floor, the crowd parting before him; not willing to get in the way of the 6 foot man on a mission. Locating his target- dancing with another girl no less- he grabs him roughly by the collar before pushing him against a pillar.
âWhat the hell, dude?â Jordan fumes, eyes locking on Buckyâs before he goes slack, his eyes widening in horror when he recognizes the former assassin.
âEvery single thing youâve ever heard about me is true, so shut up and listen closely,â Bucky growls, his arm braced against Jordans chest forcefully, a murderous glint in his eyes. âI expect you to do exactly what I say, and if you donât, Iâll know. First, you are going to get your sorry ass out of here, and then you are going to send Y/N an apology text, telling her what an asshole you are, and that you donât deserve to even look at her. Then, you are not going to get within 1,000 feet of her, and you are not going to text, call, or even think about her ever again, or I swear to God I will hunt you down, cut your balls off and shove them down your goddamn throat, got it? Nod if you understand. Good. Now. Get. Out.âÂ
Releasing Jordan, Bucky watches as he falls to the floor before scrambling towards the door with the fear of God instilled in him.Â
âWhat the hell did you just do, Bucky?â
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Felivy - Midnight Tea
Another piece from the felivy au with @whumpopologyâ my love! April, thank you so so much for trusting me to write James, and thank you for your help and encouragement in finishing this đ„ș
This is the Felicia timeline. Sheâs trying to gather all the information she remembers to help rescue Ivy, but she needs to talk it out with someone. James is there to listen. Contains vague references to past torture/captivity. Ao3 link here.
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Felicia jolted awake with a burst of panicked energy, the terror of the nightmare still pounding in her heart. Already the details were slipping away like sand through her fingers, leaving trace memories of ropes digging into her skin, Ivyâs screams, Volkanâs eyes. She loosened fingers that gripped the bedsheets and tried to steady her breathing, eyelids fluttering.
Next to her in bed, Elyse stirred. Felicia rolled over to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, answering her mumbled question with a soft Iâm fine. Untangling herself from the mass of blankets, she rose from the bed and padded from the room, wrapping a thin robe around her as she went.
The house was still in the night, soft moonlight filtering through the window and casting the kitchen in a weak glow. Her bare feet were silent on the hardwood floors as she made herself some tea, settling in to study the mass of papers she had left spread over the table. Scribbled notes, half-illegible, and newspaper clippings, and a map marked and marked again, and she was no closer to figuring out where Volkan was keeping Ivy, where heâd kept the two of them. Felicia had been home almost a week, and every minute she sat here was another minute for Volkan to decide to slit Ivyâs throat and be done with her. They needed to find her now, but all the information and memories were swirling in a jumble in Feliciaâs mind, and she couldnât focus them long enough to write down, she couldnât do this aloneâ
Rubbing at her face, she left her mug at the table, and made her way through the house. She hesitated a bare moment outside the spare bedroom before raising her fist and knocking.
The door swung open and James stood there, hair still scruffy from sleep but eyes alert as they met hers. She studied him, tracing the faint freckles on his cheeks, the slight furrow of his dark brows. He had always seemed larger than life whenever Ivy described him, a hero, an inspiration. Looking at him now, Felicia saw a person, exhausted and doing his best. She thoughtâshe hopedâhe saw the same when he looked at her.
âCan I talk to you?â She forced a casual lilt to her voice despite the tension twisting through her.
If he was bothered by being woken in the middle of the night, he didnât show it. She wondered if he was sleeping at all. âOf course,â he said, and followed her back to the table.
He sat across from her, and as she picked up her mug of tea, regret pulled at her. âIâm sorry, I didnât make enough for you. Do you wantâ?â
âIâm fine.â James cast an eye over the spread of papers before turning his gaze back on her. âWhat did you wanna talk about?â
She pushed a blank sheet of paper and a pen across the table at him. âI just need to...talk some things out.â The clinical nature of the pen and paper, the physical barrier of the table between them, they all paradoxically relaxed Felicia. She wasnât baring her soul to a near-stranger. She was providing important information to someone who needed it.
âItâs things we need to know. Things I learned,â she explained, haltingly, stopping herself from rambling. âI just canât talk to Elyse about it, becauseââ It was too much. Too fresh, too painful, too personal. âBecause I canât.â
James nodded. âI understand.â He blew out a shaky breath, but when he spoke again, his voice was steady. âTell me whatever you need to.â
Felicia looked down at her hands, folded on the tabletop. Whatever I need to. One thumb rubbed against the other, the sensation grounding her. Tell him floorplans and landmarks. Tell him names and locations. Donât tell him how small Ivy looked, bleeding out from a bullet wound. Donât tell him how the agony of the healing tore us both apart.
âI might start crying.â The words fell from her mouth before she could catch them, and her fingers fretted the edge of a stray sheet of paper, folding and unfolding. âThatâs just a thing that happens. Just ignore it.â
She didnât look up to see how he felt about that. She pushed on before he could say anything, before her thoughts could catch up with her. âI think heâs somewhere up north.â She pulled the worn map between them, and it gave her something to focus on besides her own nervous energy. âThe trees...theyâre different than they are here. And any time he had his friends over, theyâd always be complaining about the cold.â
âHe had friends over?â
She glanced up to find him looking at her, the pen clutched tight in his hand, something that might have been horrified comprehension dawning in his eyes. Her breath froze in her chest. One comment like that shouldnât have revealed so muchâbut James wasnât an idiot, and he could read between those lines to guess at why those friends had come over.
Heâs quiet, Ivy had said about James one night, while they were sharing stories, but he knows his shit. I would trust him with anything.
Looking at the man before herâyoung, she realized, not much older than she, why had she pictured James as so much older?âFelicia searched beneath the exhaustion and growing horror to find something of the leader Ivy described. Someone she could trust.
She just saw a man. But if Ivy trusted him, maybe that could be enough for her, too.
âHe had friends over,â she repeated with more force. She clutched her now-cold mug of tea like a lifeline, breathed in the chamomile to remind herself that it wasnât a mug of coffee, she wasnât in his lounge, they werenât about to touch her. She had lost count of the number of hands that touched her.
She blinked, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. James tilted his gaze back towards the paper, granting her the smallest privacy, and she couldnât remember the last time her tears had belonged to her, hadnât been driven from her by cruel hands and words, jeered and crooned over by Volkan and his fucking friends.
âSome of them are in the city.â James flicked a glance up at her as she spoke. This is important, she told herself. Concrete information. Facts. Something they could use. Something that could bring Ivy home.
So she spoke, and James listened, and he wrote. She was hesitant, detached, drawing from memories without truly touching them, because if she had to acknowledge what had happened she would shatter. She listed anything she could remember, names and appearances and occupations, and James took them all down in messy, haphazard print. He rarely looked directly at her, and that made it easier, somehow. She didnât have to school her expressions, worry about how her anguish affected him. She gave information, and he received.
She allowed herself to look at him, eventually. He was diligent and thorough in his notes, briefly meeting her eyes here and there to ask a gentle guiding question, never letting his gaze linger too long. She could see the tension in himâthe way his jaw worked, his grip on the pen, the hard press of his writing into the paperâyet every time he spoke to her, his voice didnât waver, and it wasnât cold. She watched him, and she could almost hear Ivyâs choked voice as she talked about him, and then the question left her lips before she could stop herself.
âWhy did you choose me?â
James looked up at her, paling, his lips pressed tight before he finally spoke. âItâit was the hardest choice weâd ever had to make.â His eyes were on hers now, dark and conflicted, and she forced herself to hold his gaze. âIt wasnât about who was better. Youâre both important. It was just...it was about who made the most sense. Weââ
âActually, I donât need to know.â Her voice shook slightly as she cut him off. Maybe sheâd hoped heâd have some pithy answer ready, some straightforward explanation that put all her doubts to rest. But she couldnât bear to listen to him justify and explain like he was still half-trying to convince himself. She wasnât ready to know what that conversation had looked like.
All at once, exhaustion crashed over her. How long had they sat here talking? How many hours? And how could she allow herself to feel exhausted when Ivy was still there, still with him, still in danger?
âShe told me you always make the right call.â They had been talking about their teams, finding what solace they could in each other. Sometimes I hate it, Ivy had said, but heâs always right. Heâs never led us wrong. And yet Felicia was here, and Ivy wasnât. âIâm not so sure.â
Jamesâs expression stayed steady, but a flush crept up his neck and across his cheeks. âIââ He swallowed, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. âExcuse me.â He pushed back from the table, and Felicia was silent as he grabbed his coat, stepped out the door to the front stoop. The metal spoon scraped against the ceramic of the mug as she stirred her cold tea, and she stared through the papers scattered across the table, and said nothing.
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what once was mine.
a neville longbottom x reader wherein the reader catches a disease that everyone fears to get, and when the former realizes what was happening, it was all too late.
WARNING: angst, hanahaki!au, mentions of death, major character death
A/N: okay so this is my own entry for my writing challenge !! the chaotic eggs were talking about hanahaki fics and i just couldnât shake this idea off. i hate writing angst for this little bean but i JUST canât let this go.Â
prompt: healing incantation from tangled.
word count: 3.2k
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Neville walked through the path of what was once his safe haven, the chilling air biting into his skin as he reached the only tree that was in the middle of the vast land that was littered with flowers.
For the beautiful place that once brought him joy, also gave him despair.
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You and Nevile got along quite well due to the fact that the two of you grew up next to each other and that youâve always had this special bond over plantsâ whether it be magical or just the normal kindâ meaning that you mostly bonded over tending to the plants at the greenhouse and helping Professor Sprout during your free time.Â
He would usually teach you the magical properties of the plants youâve studied for in Herbology while you teach him certain meanings and symbolisms for flowers that youâve studied in your free time.Â
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Neville was making his way to the greenhouse when he heard a gentle voice through the window, peeking through, he saw you gently spray the pots of dittany with water as you quietly sang,Â
âFlower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mineâ
He mesmerized by the way you carried out the song, capturing him in a trance as you continued to sing and tend to the plant, unaware of his presence,
âHeal what has been hurt
Change the Fate's design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mineâ
Your voice growing more silent as you ended the song, only noticing his presence as you turn around and see him looking at you with a rather dazed expression, amazed at what youâve performed in front of him.
âNev! how long have you been there?â You question, nearly dropping the watering can, cheeks flushed at the realization that he heard you singing.Â
He smiled at you shyly, âJust enough to hear you sing, why have you never told me that you sing so well?â he questioned, jogging to the door and entered the greenhouse, the smile still evident on his lips.Â
You shied away from his gaze, âIt just never came up as topic, besides my singing abilities arenât that good.â you now answer, walking back to the table to return the canister and face him, crossing your arms as you lean on the table. âNow Iâm guessing you want an answer to why I was singing to them?â Questioning him, motioning to the plants that was in front of you.Â
He sheepishly nodded, genuinely curious at your habit.Â
Taking a deep breath in, you started to explain, âWhen I was young, my mom would always sing me this song when sheâs healing the small wounds I would get to distract me from the pain, telling me that this song helps to revive what once was in agony.â You answered, walking back over to gently hold the leaves of the magical plant in front of you.
âThen when I started to grow my own garden, I would sing the song to the flowers in my garden when they would show signs of wilting, as if to help them grow back. Itâs silly, I know, but I just believe that it helps them in a way.â You finished explaining, looking back at him with an embarrassed expression, still in disbelief that he had finally caught you.
He looked at you incredulously, shocked that you think he would shame you for such a habit. âI donât think thatâs embarrassing, I honestly think itâs adorable.â tone filled with sincerity as he rubbed the nape of his neck, âI would love to learn that song too.â
That was your turn to look at him with disbelief, did he really want to learn the song because of you?Â
A huge grin soon came over your lips as you pulled out a tattered leather journal from your bag, handing it over to him. âI might consider teaching you the song if you learn these flowers with me.â You persuaded him, his hands now opening the notebook to see the hand-drawn flowers youâve designed on the pages, itâs names and meanings beside it.
âYouâve got yourself a deal.âÂ
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âHey (Y/N), what do these flowers symbolize?â He asked you one day, pointing to the page that had carnations decorating the page, the name and its meaning missing.Â
You leaned over and smiled sadly at the drawing, âThose are red carnations, Nev.â You started off, leaning on your chair as you continued, âYou can see that the red varies from a light red hue to a much deeper and rich one, right? Well, the light red carnations symbolizes admiration while the deeper ones mean deep love and affection.â
He eagerly listened to your explanation, nodding once as he motioned for you to finish what you were saying, you bring your hand towards the white and striped variations of the same flower, âThe white ones represent pure love and good luck while the striped ones are for the regret of a love one cannot share. â You finished, giving him an accomplished look as he was amazed.Â
âWho knew a single flower and its colors have tons of meanings.â He commented, fingers gently grazing over the surface of the page as he looked at it with awe.Â
âEverything has meaning if you look at enough, Nev.â
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As days passed by, youâve bonded over the simple journal filled with flowers, spending hours upon hours showing him what they could mean to a person and how you can care for it.Â
as the days passed, you also felt your heart slowly sink in deeper into the emotions you swore to never tell.Â
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You were passing by greenhouse when you heard a familiar tune carry out from the windows, stopping by the very last one, you peek to see Neville carefully tending to his Mimbulus Mimbetonia that he bought in that same year, gently watering the plant as he sang.
âFlower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mineâ
Admittedly, his voice wasnât that good but the tenderness in every word he spoke had you swooning; your heart swelled with adoration as he continued to sing, unaware of how you were silently watching him.
Youâve made yourself content with that, just admiring him from the distance; loving him silently from the side.
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The two of you were in the Great Hall, immersed yet in another session of flowers and symbols, you were explaining to him the meaning of Camellias when youâve noticed he seemed to be out of focus, staring off into the distance.
You followed his gaze to the group of students who proudly wore their house color of blue, landing on a certain blonde girl who was eating her food quietly, caught in-between two chattering girls.
Upon realization, your throat started to itch, making you wince at the feeling. âHey Neville, are you still with me?â You asked, clearing your airway as to ease out on the uneasy feeling stirring inside of you.
He instantly snapped out of it and looked back at you with a grin, âYeah, Iâm sorry about that. You were saying?â motioning you to continue, eyes now glued to the flower you had recently drawn.Â
âThere are called camellias. Generally, they would symbolize love, affection and admiration to a person. However, like what Iâve explained before, the colors vary what their purpose.â You explained, hand reaching over to scratch your throat as the its irritation intensified, âFor example, red would mean love and affection.âÂ
Neville silently nodded, not noticing how you were struggling with your words, âand these are?â he asked, pointing to the pink ones that were alone by the corner of the page.
âThose are pink camellias, those signify a longing for someone,â You finished.
âYour knowledge on these never ceases to amaze me.â
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Weeks passed and the irritation just worsened, confusing you to no end about what you may have eaten to cause such a state.Â
Until you were walking alongside with Neville until you coughed, feeling a rather foreign object in your mouth. You covered your mouth and looked at your friend with wide eyes before running to the lavatory, stumbling to the sink as you release whatever was in your mouth.
It was petals, and not just any petals, it was striped carnation petals.
You stared at the bunch in your hands, rather terrified of the beautiful red to white design it had.Â
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Seemingly enough, every time you would cough up these little monsters, it would be whenever Neville would be looking or talking to Luna.Â
Your eyes looked at the amount of petals you had coughed up in just a week, filling the little jar you had hidden halfway through already. Everyday would be a new struggle for you as your breathing would get restricted more and more each time.Â
You sat by the window of your dorm and watched how the glass reflected in the moonlight, gently shaking the jar as you watch the petals flutter inside the case, remembering how youÂ
You had some alone time after telling Neville that you would stay back at Hogwarts rather than go down at Hogsmeade, telling him that you were feeling a little under the weather for such activities.Â
He offered to stay back but you said no, telling him to go have fun and enjoy the rest of the day, to which he reluctantly agreed to and left with Seamus and Dean.
You wandered into the library in hopes at you would find something that would answer what you had been currently suffering with. Eyes quickly skimming through the various books until you came across one that explained muggle ailments and illnesses.Â
Scanning through the pages, your eyes had caught a picture of lungs that were slowly being filled with petals, âHanahaki Disease...â you read out loud, your head pulsating at the realization of what you had caught, its severity causing you to tear up.Â
âThis disease is stemmed from a love you cannot receive back, the petals usually appear from a certain flower and reminds them of the person they hold dearest.â You silently read, blinking through the tears as your fingers played with the carnations that laid rest inside your pocket.Â
âItâs severity may vary from petals to coughing up the full form of the flowers, the only known cure for this is aside from the reciprocation of love is the removal of the petals, however the devastating side-effect includes the loss of emotions for the said person. This is severely fatal for those who decide to leave it be, death be their mark for those who pretend not to see.â you whispered, fear creeping into your mind at the realization if you get this removed, your love for Neville will also leave
Thatâs when youâve decided to leave what you have as it, choosing to endure what may come rather than to lose Neville.
Your hand clutched the container as sobs soon followed, tears freely flowing down your cheeks, âIâd rather fight and endure the pain may give me than to lose the love I have for you, Nev.â
and for the first time in what seems like forever, there were no petals that night.
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Youâve decided to keep a notebook to keep track on the days youâve survived with this living hell, writing down what happened within your day and if you have coughed up any petals; small bits and pieces of how you adore your best friend.Â
You were by the Greenhouse, hugging your cardigan closer to your body as you admired the beautiful flowers of a rather wilted aconite, drawing the plant as you quietly sang to yourself,Â
âFlower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mineâ
Bringing comfort to your rather irritated chest as someone joined along, your head whipped to where the sound came from, seeing Neville walk towards you with a rather warm smile, the same smile that you found comfort in, the same one that caused you to be in the predicament that you are right now.
âWhat are you drawing there?â He had asked, attempting to peek at the notebook which you closed rather quickly.Â
You shook your head and hugged the notebook close to your chest, âYou canât look into this yet, Nev. Not yet.â You had said before coughing once more, a single petal escaping your lips.Â
He looked at you with concern etched on his face, rubbing your back soothingly. âYouâve been coughing a lot lately, (Y/N), are you alright?â He asked, voice laced with worry as you nodded, giving him a smile as you held onto his hand.
âIâm all good, Neville, donât worry. Itâs just a cold thatâs been sticking around for longer.â
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You crossed out another date on the calendar youâve made on your journal, signifying you have yet lived another day with this treacherous disease. Itâs been three years since the first day youâve coughed up petals and you still canât believe youâve lasted this long.
The longest record for this was for just 5 months, yet here you are now, marching on your way down to the Great Hall with your heart pounding at the realization that you were about to walk into another battle aside from your own.
As chaos soon ensued, you and Neville were on lookout by the other end of the wooden bridge, on the lookout for the pack of death eaters that were bound to invade the castle that way. You were both staring out into the rather pitch black valley, you were chewing the inside of your cheek as your hands grip on the railing, âNev, before we both get into this, I just want you to know-â
You were about to confess what you felt for him when a loud rumble of feet interrupted, making you both alert and grip onto your wands as you looked into the distance. You grabbed his hand the moment you saw the death eaters viciously towards the entrance when three of them just obliterated into nothing making the rest halt in their tracks,
Neville gave you a knowing look, a rather victorious smile on his lips, âYeah?! You and whose army?!â, taunting the large crowd who stopped in their tracks. Yet when a single flare landed on Scabiorâs want, you immediately tugged on his sleeve, âNev, we have to run.â as the death eaters rushed inside the gatehouse.Â
You instantly took the lead, the both of you fleeing the bridge while avoiding the spells the snatcher was casting on the both of you while Neville casted a few spells to blow up the bridge.Â
You were the first one to the end, watching how the bridge fell as your friend disappeared from your sight, âNeville!â You shrieked, Seamus holding you back as you coughed, your throat not handling the rather strenuous thing.
You struggled in Seamusâ grip, sobbing at the thought that your friend might have plummeted to his death when his want re-emerged from where the bridge cut off, his head soon popping out as he supported himself on the ledge, âThat went well.â He groaned.Â
You wiped your tears and ran towards him, helping him up as you cupped his face, eyes searching any bruises he might have. âNev, donât ever scare me like that again.â You sobbed, not minding the fact that every time you had to take a sharp inhale, it felt like glass was being pushed into your lungs because of the flowers growing within your chest.Â
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, breath heaving in lots of air as he felt the adrenaline course through his veins, âIâm okay, (Y/N/N). I promise.â he assured, smiling at you rather happily.Â
âHey I hate to break your moment but we have to get back inside the castle nowâ Ginny spoke up, motioning the two of you to go and stand up. You both looked at each other and stood up, running along with her into the school as you maneuvered through the sea of students trying to flee the scene.
âWhat were you trying to say earlier, (Y/N)?â Neville had finally asked, glancing at you as he bumped into another student again, you shook your head, choosing not to speak up about your emotions in a time like this, âIâll tell you once this thing is over, just promise me youâll stay aliveâ You said back, giving him a smile which he mirrored, understanding what you meant.
âGinny! Neville! (Y/N)! Are you alright?â Harryâs voice soon rang in your ears, watching how Harry took the lass by his side and looked at the both of you with expectancy. You gave him a mere nod while the other spoke up, âNever better! I feel like I could spit fire! You havenât seen Luna, have you?â
Harry looked at him confused, âLuna?â âIâm mad for her! âThink itâs about time I told her since weâd probably both be dead by dawn!â Neville exclaimed, giving you a small pat on the back as he ran up the stairs.
You suddenly felt your airway constrict more as you violently coughed, hunching over as a bunch of petals escaped your mouth, a bit of your own blood trailing down your mouth as you looked at Ginny who was talking with Harry. Despite the painful ringing in your ear and your ragged breath, you shouted at the both of them, âIâll go this way! Be safe, the both of you!â before running off into the distance, fighting your way through the crowd.
You didnât know where your feet would take you as you ran until you reached a deserted hallway, making you finally collapse on the floor as you spat out buds of the beautiful carnation and even the flower in its full form.Â
With a shaky hand, you grasp onto in, heaving in your last breath before blacking out.Â
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When you woke up next, you heard a voice quietly sing albeit the hoarseness present in it, you found the sense of familiarity in every word,Â
âFlower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mineâ
The song was cut off by a sob, causing you to stir as your vision was invaded by the bright light, looking down at what seems to be a distraught Neville. âH-Hey.â You managed to croak, wincing at the pain it caused you.Â
He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, âWhy didnât you tell me, (Y/N)? Why didnât you tell me?â He asked, crying harder as you brought your hand up to wipe his tears, silencing his sobs as you sang for one last time,Â
âHeal what has been hurt
Change the Fate's design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mineâ
Tears of your own spilled as you realized that you have finally reached your end, that with every inhale that you took the exhales got shorter. You weakly cupped his cheek, smiling softly. âI didnât want you to worry so much, seeing you happy was enough for me.â You explained, eyes exploring the ruins of the Great Hall for one last time.
âBecause Iâd rather die knowing that I loved someone as great as you, Neville. Iâm sorry.â your answer cut off by coughing up the final camellia that escaped your system, giving it to him as you softly sang before drifting off, the cries of what once was your first love floating away.
âWhat once⊠was mine.â
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The Story of Creation
Episode 1 of Polaris
[per - uh - jee] (n). Astronomy. the point in the orbit of a heavenly body at which it is nearest to the earth.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: A fugitive out of time + interdimensional space travel + a love story. Always on the run, and while Loki might be able to escape the TVA, he always gravitates towards you. Not even bending the fabric of space and time itself can cut his heartstrings.Â
Occurs after the events of Endgame. Replaces Loki mini-series timeline.
Warnings: Blood, Death, Mild Violence
Word Count: 3.0k
A/N: I'M BACK BABY! *cue sit-com cheers* I thought of this mess of a series, and I had to get back into writing, damn it. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!
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He did not think this through.
The fallen god grasped at the ground beneath him. Heâs covered in ash and the air around him burns and freezes. He smelled smoke and fire and then blood and flesh. He pushed himself up off the metal floor. âWhere the hell am I?â
A weak moan alerted him, and to his left, he found a man in his final seconds. The dying man lifted his arm weakly; his fingers shook. He rasped out a last cry for help at his prince before his hand fell and his soul was sent to Valhalla. Loki knew that man. He sold BlĂ„veis and wildflowers at the edge of the market when he was a child. Why was he here⊠dying a warriorâs death?
âOur crew is made up of Asgardian families.â A transmission. âWe have very few soldiers here. This is not a warcraft. I repeat this is not a warcraft.â Asgardian? This ship certainly wasnât Asgardian... Why was this man sending a mayday call?
âHear me and rejoiceâŠâ
The bodies around him were all Asgardians. Soldiers and men laid lifeless in this iron roomâon this ship that was not a warcraft. Surely Thor wouldnât let this happen⊠Nor Odin. How did this happen?
He was no less confused when he heard his brother speaking on the other side of a large crack in the metal wall. On the level below him stood his brother trapped in steel and strange beings heâd never encountered. One was tall with a gauntlet of gold like the one Odin kept locked away in his vault. He was collecting Infinity Stones⊠Behind him was a thin and sinister figure. And another was⊠himself. With the tesseract. Like the one that was⊠where was it?
âLoki?â A woman watched him from behind a fallen support beam. In her hands was the Tesseract. Her lip curled downward and her brow wrinkled in confusion. âWhy do you have this?â
âWho are you?â Alright, so she knew his name, and he clearly didnât know her. Her clothes were not of Asgard. The dress was revealing and unfitted to her, the straps her too long, making the neckline only slip further. Even as she watched him carefully, she still absentmindedly pulled up the straps.
âWhaââ
A scream from below interrupted the woman. She ran to the edge of the room and peered through the wall. Loki could not see what was happening, but the horror in the womanâs eyes said enough.
âOh Valhalla...â Her hand clamped over her mouth. Loki slowly approached the source of the screams before he heard his own voice.
âALL RIGHT, STOP!!â The woman gasped and stepped back, turning to face him. Her eyes watered and her bottom lip trembled. She turned back to him.
âWho are you?â she demanded, though her voice wavered. âAre you one of them?â
Loki scoffed. âI havenât the slightest ideââ
âWhy do you look like him?â she cut him off. âYouâre not Loki,â she insisted.
Loki chuckled nervously, but he flashed a charming smile and lifted his hands hoping to appear non-threatening. He started to approach her, trying to figure out a way to get the Tesseract back.
âDonât come any closer! I willâuse this!â she warned, holding the cube in between the two of them.
âDo you even know how to use that?â
âUmâwell, do you?â
âI got here with that thing, didnât I? Now give it back.â He stretched his hand out to her, but she didnât move a muscle.
âNo, Iââ
Loki had enough. He wanted answers. Now. The woman gasped as he disappeared and reappeared in front of her in a flash of green, the cube now in his hand and her arm in his other. âTell me where I am.â
She stared at his grip on her. âYouâre not my LokiâŠâ she inquired once more.
A daunting whir of hums and struggles came from the crack. The woman peered back at the scene below. Thorâs muffled cry filled the walls of the iron room, but it was the womanâs scream that shook Loki to his core. She fell to the floor and wailed and howled in agony. A weak ânoïżœïżœ and soft pleas escaped her tears.
Loki glanced through the hole as the woman started to gulp air between her sobs. His lifeless body was strewn on the floor, and a purple haze shrouded his view of the scene below. Amethyst flames began to surround the ship. Metal and dead men were enveloped in the blaze. Loki never liked the heatâŠ
It appeared that Lokiâs time here⊠wherever he was, was about to come to an end. Blue light encased his fingertips and the cube materialized before him. A sharp choking sound clouded out Lokiâs attempts to think of anywhere he could goâthe woman.
âShitâŠâ Using his free arm, Loki pulled the woman up before she could protest. âThis better work.â He lifted the Tesseract and prayed the silvery clouds encasing him and his new acquaintance would take him anywhere better than here.
Loki sat up covered in sand. Again, more heat. He was really starting to think this damned cube was more a curse than a blessing.
âOh⊠owâŠâ The woman groaned and rubbed her puffy eyes. Squinting under the desert sun, she glanced around to view her surroundings before her eyes widened in realization. âOh shit!â Her hands returned to the ground, burying themselves in the sand frantically.
She whipped around in a haze of anger and hysteria. âTake me back!â she screamed to him. âTake me back!â
âWhat the hell are you talking about!? That ship is goneâand I just saved your life!â Loki argued, but she wasnât listening and continued to dig through the sand. Loki ignored her as he concealed the cube under his magic. He looked back up to see the woman still clawing at the sand. âWho are you?â
âTake⊠Take me back,â she begged, slowly giving up on the sand. âI have to go back.â
Loki watched the woman break into sobs once again. His grip on the dagger up his sleeve softened and his gaze relaxed. âWho are you?â he asked once more.
âIs this some cruel trick you played Loki? Because itâs horribly unfunny!â
âI assure you that I donât have the slightest clue as to what youâre referring. That⊠Loki. He wasnât me.â Where did this damn thing take him?
âI donât believe you. You⊠Out of all the things youâve done Loki. Lying, stealing, killing, faking your death. Iâm⊠I canât take it! You promised you wouldnâtââ
A flash of orange cut off the woman. The light shaped itself into a doorway above the dunes.
âWhat the hellââ Loki turned on his heel to face the orange portal in time to see four men step out two-by-two. Their tailored coats were labeled with âTVAâ and Lokiâs stomach immediately dropped. âShit.â
One of the men in the back handed the forefront man a clipboard from which he read off, âMister Laufeyson and⊠friend. The TVA requests your presence at headquarters. You are under arrest for meddling in with the fabric of space-time. Please be compliant and come with us. Your friend can come if sheâd like.â
âIâm not going anywhere with you,â Loki insisted. âIf you donât mind, I would hate to have all this trouble Iâve been through go to waste. Thank you. Bye!â Just as he was about to pull out the Tesseract, one of the men suddenly appeared in front of him and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Loki threw a dagger at the man, hitting him square in the chest. The man merely looked down at the weapon, no change in his expression. He grabbed onto the handle of the dagger and pulled it out. No blood, the wound already healed.
âPlease comply, Mister Laufeyson. The TVA expects your arrival,â he said.
âI donât think so.â Loki revealed the Tesseract with his magic, praying it would take him somewhere good for once. But as soon as he took it out, the handcuffs were tightened on his wrist. The emotionless man repeated his request for compliance.
The other men move then, making their way to the woman. She stands slowly and silently allows them to escort her to the portal. She refuses to meet Lokiâs eyes as they both walk defeated to the portal.
âSo heâs really not lying then,â she said quietly. Her hands dug into her skirts. Her hair covered half of her face, but anyone could make out the tears that lined her cheeks.
âNo, Iâm afraid not, Miss,â Mobius answered. âI regret to say your actual husband is gone.â
She pushed the desk and her metal chair screeched on the linoleum floor. Loki didnât look up from his hands planted on his tan prisoner uniform pants as he listened to her distant footsteps and the sound of a closing door. He tugged at the cuffs on his wrists. He could feel the magic dampened in his veins. The muscles in his forearms felt dull.
âLoki,â Mobius started. âAs you can see, the warrant for your arrest specifies that we will have to prosecute you. Youâve broken several laws, violating the guidelines of linear time travel as well as interdimensional voyaging. While our agents are currently fixing the mess you made, including sending that lovely woman back to Earth-200000, you will, of course, have to be sent back to Earth-199999 so that the course of events and play as they were supposedââ
âYouâre going to kill her.â
âExcuse me?â
The door kicked open again. Another agent in a clean suit marched in with a glass plate in hand with a sandwich laying on top. He placed the sandwich on the desk and left as quickly as he came in. âThe woman. Thereâs nothing to send her back to. The ship she was on was destroyed before I saved her. Youâre not sending her back. Youâre going to kill her.â
Mobius leaned forward on his desk, clasping his hands. âWeâre simply sending her back straight back to the time and place she left. If that happens to lead to her death, so be it. Thatâs her fate.â He paused to rest his head on his hands. âWhat do you care anyway? You donât know her.
Loki hesitates to answer. No, he didnât know her, but⊠he canât stop thinking about how she reacted when⊠he died. The he that she married. Devoted herself to. She looked⊠dead inside. Hollow. Did she feel as he did when he fell from the Rainbow Bridge all those years ago? Was he looking at her the way Thor did when he let go?
âAre you going to eat that by the way?â Mobius pointed to the sandwich. âThatâs technically for you, but I skipped lunch.â He didnât wait for Lokiâs answer before bending over the desk and taking the sandwich before taking a large bite out of the corner. Loki leaned back in his seat.
âIf she was my wife in another dimension, I canât help but be curious. Perhaps Iâd enjoy her company.â Loki tilted his head. The gears turned in his head. He needed to figure out a way to escape. The TVA took the Tesseract from him, and he wasnât keen on making an exit in prisoner attire.
âI didnât know you had a thing for widows.â
âWell, I canât say itâs never crossed my mind,â Loki smirked.
Mobius chuckled and took another bite of the sandwich. âSadly, weâll never know how that would work out. An agent will escort you to your holding cell until further notice.â An agent waited for Loki to stand and directed him towards the exit. âOh, and thank you for your compliance.â
The TVA looked awfully like Midgard, perhaps from some decades ago. The architecture was garish, and the employees were... disconcerting. Each bred and born for a specific purpose. His⊠Odin once told him about the Time Variance Authority. Existing in an infinite dominion between worlds, a bureaucracy that rules the operations of time across the multiverse. Workers are cloned to working perfecting. Minimize disputes, increase efficiency.
The agent guided him down another long hall with identical doors lining the walls, opening and closing as countless numbers of agents entered and exited them. Loki glanced to his left. An agent walked through the door⊠to a jungle on the other side. To his right, a female agent exited a metropolis with flying vehicles. Another escorted a Krylorian to a portal leading to a crashing ocean. The chains between his limbs clinked as he strolled down the hall that never seemed to end.
âThank you. I⊠think Iâm ready now.â You stood in front of a closed door, holding the hand of an agent. He nodded and you dropped his hand. He opened the door, silently motioning her towards the shipwreck that Loki had rescued you from a mere couple of hours ago.
Loki muttered your name.
âOh, uh hello.â You shifted uncomfortably. âI have to say. I think you look better in green.â
Loki smiled softly. âI think this attire might be worse than my actual punishment.â
You chuckled in return. âAt least I can die in dignity in my own clothing.â
Loki was taken aback. âYouâre not serious?â Loki again noticed the state of your appearance. Eyes flushed and puffy and red. Your bottom lip was swollen as you continued to chew on it.
âI am.â He said your name once more, like he was in disbelief that you would be so willing to give up your life like this. He reminded you so much of the man you married. Always the survivalist. It was strange to see the face of the love of your life standing before you even though it wasnât really him. Some part of you wished your husband was the one standing before you, but there stood a slightly younger version of the god that you would have given your life for... in the flesh. âI hate to end our new friendship on such a bad note, but you do age quite a bit in the next few years. Try to sleep more, my dear Loki.â
The god scoffed and turned his head. âIâm not letting you just⊠kill yourself.â
âIâm just taking a page from your book.â You swallowed, a frown evident on your lips. âI assume you did the same as my Loki after Thor destroyed the Rainbow Bridge.â You turned and looked at the scene of the broken ship floating in the cosmos. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have said that⊠Take care of yourself, Loki.â
Loki grasped your wrist before you could walk through causing the cuffs to pull his other arm up. The agent behind Loki tapped his shoulder, insisting that they needed to move on, but he ignored his probes.
âIâm not letting you walk through that door.â
âMy husband is dead.â There was an insistence in your voice that you seldom used, and yet your breath quivered. The tip of your nose was cold. The tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you sighed and wiped your eyes. âItâs okay,â you whispered. âI want to be with him. Let me go, Loki.â
The agent now placed a firm hand on Lokiâs shoulder. âMr. Laufeyson. Itâs time to go.â
Loki turned back around, a devilish grin lining his lips. âYes, I believe it is.â
In a trice, the agent behind Loki was on the floor and the one guiding you was on the other side of the door, floating in the ship debris where you were supposed to be. The raucous alerted the other agents in the hall who turned their heads in the direction of the noise. They began to make their way towards you. Loki acted quickly, lifting his cuffed hands above your head and looping his arm around your waist, pulling you to the other side of the hall.
âAre you ready?â he asked, backing up slightly like he was readying himself for a leap. Loki didnât wait for your answer and ran straight towards the open door across from him. You saw a small glimpse of a grassy field before hitting solid ground.
âWhy did you do that!?â You whipped your head up, your hair strewn about your face in a wild mess. Your ill-fitting clothes were now caked in dirt and grass stains. You stood on a hill overlooking a⊠rather familiar landscape.
âI saved your life. Again!â He pointed an accusatory finger at you, but the effort was lost with his bound hands. He grunted in frustration.
âI-I wanted to go. I didnât want to be saved!â
Loki took in a hot breath. âYou wouldnât have seen him anyway. Valhalla is a heaven for warriors and your valiant death wouldnât have given you an in.â
That you laughed at, if not bitterly. âYou always said youâd go to Hel. I intended on seeing you there.â
âI am not your husband,â Loki spat, venom lining his words.
âNo! Youâre not. Yet youâve kept me from him,â you said matching the malice in his voice.
Two voices interrupted your argument.
âGoddess, you will ruin me one day.â A young boy with inky hair ran up on the other side of the hill, holding a posy of flowers. He looked down the hill and knelt down, reaching his hand out. An equally tiny hand held onto his hand, letting him pull up. A girl pushed up and sat on the peak of the hill. He awkwardly shoved the flowers in her hands, like heâd been holding them for her when they climbed up the mound of dirt and grass.
âMy mother says youâre dangerous, Trickster,â the girl taunted, reorganizing the flowers in a prettier arrangement. âLike the Midgard Serpent. Youâll strike when we least expect it.â
âPerhaps Iâll marry you. Your mother surely wouldnât expect that,â the boy smirked. The girl pretended to attack her friend, attempting to make him jump. She wasnât strong enough to knock him down though, and he snickered. He pushed her playfully, but she slipped and rolled down the hill, giggling the entire way down. The boy hopped down, rolling and laughing along with her.
âOh ValhallaâŠâ You paled.
âWhat?â Loki prodded. Watching the children at the bottom of the hill.
âWe have to hide. Now.â
Loki was about to prompt her for an explanation, but the little girlâs playful wail answered his questions instantly.
âLoki!â
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You Came Back to Me
TW: Poisoning, hospitals
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Peter knew it was a waste to try to tame his curls. No matter how much gel he used (which must have been at least a full bottle by now) his hair would not stay flat.Â
Peter gave a frustrated sigh and threw down the comb in surrender. Not even a second later, as if he had somehow sensed his absolute agony, Tony strolled in.
âHey, kiddo.â Tony grinned at him. âWere you going for the half-drowned puppy look on purpose? Is this a new style I donât know about?â he teased, tweaking one of his greasy curls gently.
Peter rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel to get some of the gel out. âI hate this stuff,â he grumbled, grimacing at his reflection in the mirror. He did look like a half-drowned puppy, not that he would ever admit it. Tony chuckled and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and Peter looked up at him.
Tonyâs hair was styled so perfectly that each individual hair was in place. His beard was combed and his sunglasses were folded in the front pocket of his smooth, cream colored Armani suit, and around his neck was a light, lavender tie. To Peterâs astonishment, he had managed to get ready in less than an hour.Â
Peter leaned into his father figureâs chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne, old spice, motor oil and something distinctly Tony that always soothed his nerves.Â
âHow long is the party gonna be?â he mumbled into his chest.Â
âAs long as we can suffer,â Tony joked, then in a softer tone, âWe can leave whenever you want, okay? Just let me know and weâll go.â
âMâkay.â He nodded, feeling a little relieved. He would much rather have a movie night and fall asleep in Tonyâs arms than be at a loud, crowded party full of snobby rich people, and he knew Mr. Stark felt the same. But from what he had accidentally overhead of Tonyâs conversation over the phone with Pepper, it was pretty important that Tony came to represent Stark Industries, especially because Pepper had to be out of the country that week.Â
âLetâs get your suit,â Tony said. They walked into his bedroom, and Peter sighed in relief at the simple black suit that was on the bed. He thought that Tony might have bought him an expensive Armani suit or a Tom Ford, but he hadnât. Thank goodness. If he had, Peter probably would have passed out right then and there.Â
When Peter came out of the bathroom, fumbling with his tie, Tony nearly cooed. When changing, his curls had gone completely rogue and were frizzing about. His socks were bright purple with pink stars and were rather blinding compared to the dark suit. Peter gave up on the tie and handed it to Tony, his big bambi eyes wide and pleading for help.Â
Tony grinned fondly and quickly looped the fabric around his kidâs neck, easily knotting it into a perfect tie. âThere. Signature Tony Stark.â He patted his shoulder.Â
Peter rolled his eyes. âYou canât have a style for a tie, Mr. Stark.â
âSure I can. Draw a goatee on it and itâll be a new fashion. I guarantee it.â Â
Peter snickered and they headed down to the garage where Happy was waiting. Tony grabbed a juice box and a granola bar for Peter and took the boyâs coat from the closet (Peter insisted he didnât need it but knew he probably would).Â
âHey, Happy,â Tony greeted. The driver looked up.Â
âAbout time,â Happy grumbled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. âGet in here, we need to go!â
Tony chuckled at the disgruntled driver. âWe can be fashionably late.â He hopped in the backseat with his kid and put an arm around his shoulders.
âNo, we goddamn canât!â Happy grumbled to himself, though his words were quite audible. He shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the garage.Â
âWatch your language, thereâs a kid,â Tony warned, cupping his hands over Peterâs ears. Peter rolled his eyes.
Once they reached the building where the party was being held, th father-and-son-duo stayed back while Happy cleared away crowds of paparazzi that had materialized all around the car.Â
âRemember, kiddo,â Tony said. âWe can leave anytime you want.â He squeezed the boyâs knee reassuringly.Â
ââKay.â Peter smiled nervously.Â
âYou ready?âÂ
Peter bit his lip. âI think so.â He took a deep breath.
âWe donât have to go, baby,â Tony murmured, tracing a finger along his cheek bone. âDo you wanna go back home and just watch a movie?â
Peter really just wanted to nod his head and drive back to the compound and have a nice movie night with Tony. His cheeks turned red. How embarrassing would that be? Pulling up to your own party and then leaving. He didnât want to embarrass Mr. Stark. It couldnât be that bad. It would probably be fun (he doubted that, but maybe it would be). Peter took a deep breath. âIâm okay. Iâm ready.â
âAlright.â Tony gave him a loving smile. âIâm proud of you, kiddo.â
âThanks.â Tony gave his hand a squeeze and opened the door, hurrying around the back of the car to open Peterâs door and promptly ignoring the renewed bright flashing and clicking of cameras.
âOkay,â he whispered, looping an arm around the boyâs shoulders. âLetâs do this.â He slid on his sunglasses and they started down the red carpet. Happy hovered behind them, glaring at anyone who dared to get too close.Â
Peterâs heart was beating so fast he could barely hear the separate beats. He began to feel slightly nauseous. He was already starting to regret his decision to stay.Â
Peter subconsciously leaned further into Tony as they entered the building. Peopleâs attention turned to them, and not-so-subtle gasps and murmurs buzzed through the crowd.
Tony wanted nothing more than to glare at these idiotic people and lead Peter right back to the car and back home. However, he was sure Pepper was right that this would be a good experience for his kid, and he knew they would have fun once most of the crowds dissipated.Â
(Plus, Pepper would kill him if he left. She would have his ass hanging on the mantle in place of the Christmas stockings Peter had insisted they put up already.)
Happy clapped him on the shoulder and informed him was going to go patrol the perimeter. Tony dryly told him to âhave fun,â and Peter waved as he stalked off.
âTony! Whoâs the kid?â a bright voice called. Peter flinched and inched behind the man as they turned around, a little nervous.Â
A tall, middle-aged woman with straight blonde hair and a silvery dress rushed up to them. She had even, pearly teeth that shone brightly when she gave them a smile. âTony! Hi!â she said breathlessly. âHow are you doing? Iâm Stephanie Wright.âÂ
Tony shook her gloved hand. âPleasure.â
âAnd who are you, hon?â Stephanie bent down so her face hovered uncomfortably close to Peterâs.Â
He scooted backward slightly and tried to give her a charming smile like Tony had. âIâm Mr. Starkâs personal intern.â
âOh, isnât that wonderful?â she cried, far too enthusiastic in Peter's opinion. âYou must be pretty smart!âÂ
Peter smiled uncomfortably. Every instinct in him was screaming at him to get away. Something about this lady was definitely off, and he didnât want to stick around to find out what it was.
âWhy donât we go get a drink, kiddo?â Tony interrupted, starting to lead him away from Stephanie. Peter knew he had sensed his discomfort and wanted to get him away.Â
Stephanie gave a piercing laugh and, to the pairâs displeasure, followed them. âOh, we must think alike. Iâve been craving champagne all night. I hope you arenât giving this poor kid alcohol, Tony.â
Peter frowned. He knew Tony would never even think of it. Even talking about alcohol could make the man uncomfortable, so he tried to think of something to change the topic.Â
âDid you know thereâs a turtle that pees through its mouth?â he blurted.Â
Peterâs face turned crimson red. Of all the things to come out of his mouth, why did it have to be that?Â
Stephanie gave him a strange look and stayed silent in suppressed disgust, but Tony snorted and stuffed his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing. He squeezed the back of Peterâs neck gently to let him know he wasnât laughing at him, but at Stephanieâs hilarious expression. Peter groaned internally and wished he could die on the spot.
Tony and Peter headed to the bar, chatting happily, but Stephanie narrowed her eyes and forced her way through some disgruntled young ladies so she stood a few yards from them. She watched Tony hand the kid a menu. He pointed to something she couldnât see, which the man nodded at and flagged down a waiter.
She couldn't hear what he said but assumed Tony had ordered two of the same drink from the two fingers he held up. The bartender seemed to have prioritized their drinks (of course he had, that was Tony Stark) because not even five minutes later he rushed to them with two overflowing glasses of cherry red liquid on a silver platter.Â
Stephanie saw her chance, and she took it.
She ran towards Tony with a grin on her face, waving to get his attention. Just before she reached them, she pretended to trip in her silver high heels and bumped into Tony. âOh my god,â she laughed, faking embarrassment. âIâm so clumsy, sorry.âÂ
âNo problem,â Tony said politely. The drink hadnât splashed onto his expensive suit. In fact, it hadnât sloshed out of the cup at all. He handed the glass to his kid, who was looking strangely at the tall woman.Â
You idiot! Stephanie cursed Tony silently. You fucking idiot! That was for you, not the kid! She took a deep breath. I can make it up later, she told herself. Relax and go with it. I can get the kid first and then later, him.Â
Feeling assured, she grinned. âSorry about that, Tony. Glad it didnât leave any stains!â Stephanie suddenly looked to her purse and dug through it till she pulled out her phone. âOh. My fiancĂ© is here somewhere and heâs trying to find me.â She sighed. In reality, she had received no text and didnât even have a fiancĂ©, but she needed to get a safe distance away before the kid took a drink from his Shirley Temple. âWell, I should go. It was wonderful meeting you Tony- you too Peter.â
âYeah,â Tony said as the woman hurried off. âHuh. That was weird.â Peter shrugged and laughed. Tony ruffled his curls and they set down next to each other at a small table.
âHowâs that Shirley Temple?â he asked when Peter took his first large gulp.
âGood!â he answered truthfully. Tony smiled fondly at him and reached out to ruffle his hair.Â
Peter took another sip, expecting his dry throat to be blissfully cleared by the sweet cherry flavored drink.
Instead, the liquid that trickled down his throat stung and burned. He choked silently and took another drink, hoping it would help.
The burning in his throat only grew. He felt like his stomach was turning inside out and his chest had been stabbed with needle-sharp knives. The back of his neck prickled and he felt like he was in the middle of a blizzard but also in a desert with the sun directly overhead at the same time.
He tried to reach for Tony, desperately needing the manâs comforting arms around him, but his arm and fingers would move. All that came out of his mouth was a strained gasp when he tried to get his attention.
Tony was texting Happy about the potentially dangerous Stephanie who had been following them all evening, when he heard a thud and the sound of glass shattering.
He whirled around. âPeter!âÂ
One moment he was sitting in a squishy, comfortable chair, the next kneeling on the ground next to his kidâs small form, the chair falling to the ground loudly behind him.Â
âPeter?! Peter, baby!â There were glasses being set down and plates clattering on tables as people near them noticed the terrified billionaire. Tony quickly pulled off the boyâs tie and gathered him in his arms and cradled him close, his focus on his kid and nothing else. Peterâs head flopped against his chest limply, his face clammy and turning gray, his chest heaving with every strained breath. Tony cupped his cheek and smoothed his thumb over the hollows under his eyes. âPeter?â His voice came out in a whisper instead of a terrified cry. Tony didnât know what to do.Â
Peter clawed at the manâs chest, his chest feeling as heavy as lead. He couldnât breathe. He couldnât breathe. Peter choked and gasped, coughing and trying frantically to get air into his lungs.
Tonyâs blurry face hovered above him. He could tell the manâs lips were moving quickly, could feel his heart beating a mile per minute in terror and panic, but he couldnât hear anything except a blur of shouting and running.Â
Tony, sirens, heartbeat, Tony, kiss on his forehead, hand in his curls, shouting, shouting, sirens getting louder, Tony getting louder, heartbeat, glass, high heels running, Tony, sobbing, tears falling to his hair- not his tears, Tonyâs tears. He didnât want Tony to cry. âDonât cry,â he tried to say, but nothing came out of his mouth but a strangled wheeze. Â
Bubbles foamed around his mouth. The tears fell more rapidly and the strong arms around him were almost painfully tight. A kiss to the forehead- more words. Another kiss, this time on the cheek. Gentle, calloused fingers, tears, voices- different voices, not just Tonyâs. He wanted Tony.Â
And- Painpainpain. Suddenly Peter was drowning in white hot agony. Make it stop makeitstopmakeitstop. His teeth were grinding together, Tony was crying, words of comfort were coming out of the manâs mouth but Peter couldnât understand them-Â
Pain. Great waves of pain washed over him. Make it stop, Tony, please. This time the tears were his own. Soothing hands in his hair- he could barely feel them. Too much. Too much everything. Make it stop! He needed it to stop. Toomuchtoomuch. Too much pain. Please. Please.Â
That was a word coming from Tonyâs mouth. Please.Â
Please.
Please.
The pain stopped.Â
Everything stopped.Â
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Tony felt like throwing up. His heart was beating so fast it felt more like an erratic hum. His hands shook violently and had he not been sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair, he knew he would have collapsed long ago. His suit was dirty and wet with tears- not that he cared.
He dropped his forehead into his hands.
When Tony closed his eyes, all he could see was the cold, pale face cradled against his palm that was so unlike his beautiful, warm, rosy-cheeked kid.Â
He leapt to his feet and began pacing the length of the medbay waiting room, fear flooding through his veins, every instinct in him telling him to move, to get to Peter, to protect his kid.Â
But he fucking couldnât, he couldnât, because Peter was down the hall in a room filled with strangers, and oh god, Peter had been poisoned. His kid could be dying and he was stuck out here, so far away, and he couldnât even fucking hold him and brush his fingers through his soft curls and tell Peter he had to stay. He had to.Â
Tony knew he couldnât live without his kid. Peter was his everything- he couldn't do this without him. He needed Peter- and Tony knew he couldnât survive without him.Â
He slid down the wall weakly, his breaths quickening. âOh my god,â he whispered. âPeter, oh my god. Iâm right here, Peter. Donât leave me, baby, please.â He didnât bother to wipe the tears trickling down his cheeks. âDonât make me lose him, oh god please, I canât. I canât.âÂ
Tony began to sob. He pressed his hands against his face to muffle his loud cries.Â
Peter, eyes closed, not breathing. Looking dead. Face gray and pale. His own anguished sobs flooding his ears as he hugged the boy to his chest. Â
Peter, on a gurney, taken away from Tony before he could process that his kid wasnât in his arms anymore.Â
Too terrified and stunned to move- then sprinting after him and trying to fight through the doctors and nurses to get to Peter. Happy and two others struggling to hold him back.
âTony,â said Dr. Cho, the door swinging shut behind her. âAre you okay?â
He spun around so fast he could hear his neck crack. Tony lurched to his feet, heart pounding. âPeter,â he croaked, blood draining from his face.
She gave him a weary smile. âHeâs okay, Tony. You can see him now. Heâs awake, actually, but heâs really out of it.â
Tony hadnât processed even half of her words before he was running. He dodged past her and sprinted down the hall, skidding into a familiar room.
âPeterâŠâ he breathed, his eyes blurred with tears.Â
Before he knew it, Tony was at his kidâs side, sobs racking his chest. He gently lifted the disoriented boy into his arms, carefully avoiding the oxygen mask strapped to his precious face, and rocked him back and forth.Â
He wept into Peterâs hair, pressing kisses against his curls in between sobs. âYou came back to me,â Tony cried. âYou came back, you came back. My Peter, my baby, you came back to me.â He squeezed Peter gently. âI thought I lost you, I thought you were gone- I- I canât, I canât do this without you, I-â
Tony took a long, deep breath, broken with small cries. He cupped Peterâs confused, tired, still far too pale face. âI donât- I- oh baby, thank god youâre okay.â Tony tried not to burst into another round of tears.
He squeezed his kid close and pressed a long, tender kiss to his forehead. âMy sweet boy,â Tony murmured. He ran his fingers through Peterâs soft curls.
Peter blinked up at him, a slight crease between his eyebrows. His lips parted, trying to form words, but Tony gently stopped him.
âShh, shh, baby, no talking yet, okay?â He tapped the plastic of the oxygen mask. âWe need to keep this mask on to make sure you get enough air, see? Just rest for me, bambino, Iâve got you.â Tony sniffled and tried to give him a reassuring smile, discreetly wiping away the tears that had pooled in his eyes. He wasnât sure if Peter had even processed what heâd said, but he seemed to relax and practically melted in his arms.Â
Tony felt such overwhelming relief washing over him as he watched Peterâs chest rise steadily. Wiping his eyes again, he pressed his lips to Peterâs forehead and let his eyes close for a long moment, desperately trying not to think about how close he had been to losing his baby.Â
There was a quiet sniffle, and his eyes flew open, his heart racing once again. âPeter? Peter, baby?â Tony was panic-stricken to find a pearly tear running down his face.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Are you hurting?â He wiped Peterâs tears away with the pad of his thumb. âWhat is it, bubba? Should I get a doctor?â
Peter shook his head, a squeak coming from his throat even though he was trying hard not to cry. He tapped his pointer finger on the rough skin of Tonyâs hand, hoping he would get the message.
... -.-. .- .-. -.--
Scary
Tonyâs eyes softened. âOh baby.â He squeezed his hand comfortingly and traced his thumb along the boyâs cheek. Peter sniffed again. âI know, Petey, I was scared too,â he murmured. He still was, but that was beside the fact. âBut I promise youâre okay baby, Iâm not gonna let anything happen to you, I promise.â Â
.--. --- .. ... --- -.
Poison
Tony flinched and held his kid tight. Peter was far more coherent than he had thought. âYeah, sweetheart. Poison.â His voice was gravelly and Tony looked to the wall while he tried to pull himself together. âI was so scared I was gonna lose you,â he whispered.
-.. .. -.. -. .----. -
Didnât
Tony grinned tearily but couldnât find any words. He sniffed and ran his fingers through the boyâs hair, stroking his soft curls. Peterâs eyes were slowly drooping shut- which terrified him.Â
The inventor knew that his baby was stable and safe and breathing- but he couldnât get the image of Peterâs sheet-white, still body out of his mind.Â
Tony took a deep breath to steel himself and smiled down at his kid. âYou can sleep now, bubba. Iâll be here the whole time. Itâs okay.â He brushed a finger over Peterâs eyelids. âI love you, baby,â he whispered, softly kissing his forehead.Â
Peter closed his eyes and soon his breaths were slow and steady. Tonyâs gaze was full of love as he cradled his sleeping kid. âI love you,â he repeated a little hysterically, somehow aching for the boy, even though he was already in his protective embrace. âI love you.â Tony pressed his lips against his temple for a long while.Â
Ever so gently, he lowered Peter to the mattress, careful not to jostle the sickly boy. He moved around so that Peterâs head was cradled in his lap and pulled the covers to his chin, adjusting a spare pillow behind his back despite the padded headboard.
The inventor looked up at a quiet knock on the door. Helen stepped in, giving the pair a fond smile.Â
âHowâs he doing?â she asked, brushing her hair out of her face, then taking Peterâs wrist and checking his pulse.Â
Tony massaged his forehead and sighed. âIâŠ. He responded to me. Um... he used morse code.â He gave a strained chuckle. âHeâs so goddamn smart.âÂ
âThe smartest of us all.â Helen looked scrutinously at him. âAnd how are you?â
He snorted. âHonestly? Like I got run over by a couple of eighteen-wheelers.â Tony shook his head. âHow are his vitals? Is he breathing okay? Is he okay?â
âTony. Deep breath,â she instructed. âYes. Heâs fine, heâs doing great, actually.âÂ
Tony breathed a heavy sigh of relief. âHelen-â His voice broke. âThank you. I-â Tonyâs eyes watered and he looked away. âI canât thank you enough. You saved my kid.â He brought Peterâs hand to his lips. âThank you.â
Helen shook her head, smiling. âTony, I donât need thanks. I may be a world renowned geneticist-â her grin widened, â-but patching up your danger-prone kid every other day is a very important part of my job too.âÂ
They shared a chuckle, and after checking several of the monitors around them, Helen left, giving him a little wave. âIâll be back in half an hour to check on him,â she said. âTry to get some rest.â
The door closed quietly behind her. In the growing silence, the heart monitorâs monotonous beeping seemed to grow louder. Tony gazed down at Peterâs lax face and he felt so much love. His heart seemed to burst with all the overwhelming love he held for his sweet kid, and he could only press a long kiss to the boyâs forehead.
Tony scooted forward and pulled the expensive blankets over his shoulder, wrapping Peter in his arms and bringing him close. He held him against his chest and combed a hand through his curls. âI love you, Petey,â he murmured.Â
Tony pressed a tender kiss to Peterâs temple and, after hugging Peter closer, he allowed his eyes to slip shut. Peterâs soft breaths heated the crook of his neck. After a few peaceful minutes of listening to his kidâs breathing, Tonyâs own breaths eventually steadied.Â
~~~~~
Helen paused in the restroom, relieving herself and then fixing her bun. She washed her face with the warm water that came from the faucet and took a moment to breathe. The bathroom door slid shut behind her and she turned around, and nearly rammed into the one and only Happy Hogan.
âHappy!â she exclaimed.
âHow is he?!â Happy gasped breathlessly, pulling at his tie. âIs heâŠ?â The unspoken words on his tongue made him shiver and he shook his head.
âHeâs fine,â she assured him. âHeâs fine. Tonyâs with him right now.â
Happy breathed a heavy sigh of relief. âThank god,â he muttered. He turned to discreetly wipe the dust out of his eyes.
Helen smiled. âPeterâs okay. Heâs stable and already recovering.â She shook her head and sighed, the worry lines around her eyes creasing. âHappy, it was arsenic poisoning.â
Happyâs lips pressed into a thin line. He swallowed thickly and nodded.Â
âWe caught her,â he said abruptly. âStephanie Wright. All we know so far is that, um, it wasn't the kid she was looking for. Her target was Tony.â Happy cleared his throat. âIâll let him know. Later. Not now.âÂ
âBut Peterâs okay?â he asked once more.Â
âHeâs doing fine,â Helen assured him.Â
âGood. Good.â Happy nodded. âThatâs⊠yeah, good.â He began making his way down the hall to the waiting room.
She gave the weary man a kind smile. âIâm about to go check on him. Iâll let you know how heâs doing.â
When Helen poked her head to Peterâs hospital room a few minutes later, she couldnât help but chuckle fondly.Â
Peter was wrapped in Tonyâs arms, barely visible in the protective embrace of his father. The manâs quiet snores and Peterâs adorable snuffles filled the empty, machine-like silence of the room. Even in sleep, Tonyâs arms were still tight around his kid.Â
Helen slipped in and quietly checked the monitors, nodding to herself. She saw Peterâs hand move almost violently on the pillow out of the corner of her eye, and she had to hold back a laugh when Tony let out a loud snort and pulled Peter closer.Â
After adjusting a few wires, she smiled at the sleeping father and son duo and waved slightly, then watched the door shut behind her.Â
Back inside that serene room, Tony pressed his nose into Peterâs curls and breathed in deeply. His face was relaxed and peaceful as he held his precious kid. Peter, looking absolutely tiny in Tonyâs arms, was snuggled against his chest, his lips parted slightly with a little drool dripping down his chin.Â
Though they were both fast asleep, a feeling of peace and love filled Tony and Peter. Warm and safe in each otherâs arms, they would sleep for a long while.
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the one where roman is your stubborn ex-boyfriend
Roman Godfrey x Witch!Reader
Summary: You try to warn Roman about Miranda, but will he listen?
Warnings:Â Swearing, mentions of blood
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: i love roman godfrey. also can i just say i have no idea what this is like it was gonna be 8k words but turned out a lot shorter because i lost motivation tbh and didnât know where to go with it; this also ends very abruptly so iâm really sorry about that. may write a part 2 but idk yet hehehe. also, i changed the show plot slightly to fit my fic :)
âHave you heard?âÂ
The sound of Destinyâs voice over the phone scares you slightly. After her dramatic bitch session over the girl Peter had been fucking, she stopped for a long pause, returning to the phone with a solemn tone.Â
âNo? Heard about what?â You answer.Â
âSheâs fucking him too.â Of course she is, or should you say, he is. Rolling your eyes, you sigh deeply down the line, âwhat like an orgy?âÂ
âNo, like one of those relationships with three people? Uh, polyamorous?â You groan, âSpare me the details, D.â Destinyâs glamorous laugh echoes into your ear, and you canât help but smile.Â
âPlease come over!â Destiny begs, her voice still full of laughter as you tell her âfineâ before you hang up. You bask in the morning sun that peers through the curtains of your apartment for a moment before you get moving.Â
Opening the front door of Destinyâs apartment, you're met with her running up to, her eyes wide with alarm as she quickly slams the door behind you.Â
âWhatâs going on?â You ask, thoughts running a mile a minute as she frantically ushers you to sit.Â
âI saw her in my visions, Y/n. I-I don't know what it means, but I donât trust her, and neither should my cousin,â She stutters. Your eyes flicker between hers as you sit her down on the couch.Â
âWhen did this happen?â Destiny points over to the jacket laying on the wooden dining room table. âWhen I was on the phone to you. Thatâs hers. I went to pick it up and boom! Instant headrush.âÂ
You lean back on the couch and shake your head. You're at a loss for words. The fact that Peter could be in danger scares you; but more importantly, it's his ex-best friendâs safety that makes you panic more.Â
âHave you talked to Roman?â You ask. Destinyâs head snaps towards you, shocked you even brought him up. She shakes her head and grasps your hands. âHave you?â
You inhale deeply, âNo.â Destiny sighs, âWe donât have to talk about him, you know. I know your break up was pretty messy.â You let out a small laugh at her concern.Â
âIâm okay, I promise. It was like 9 months ago, D.â
She nods and turns to look at the folded jacket, wanting to change the subject. âDid you want to look?â She throws her thumb behind her as you suck in a sharp breath.Â
âYep.â
The jacket lays on the table in front of you, and you stare at the leather.
âIt will keep him safeâŠâ You trail off, meeting Destinyâs eyes as she smiles softly. The doubt in the pit of your stomach is unsettling, but you need to see the vision. You huff before tilting your head side to side and shaking out your arms. Sweeping your hair back, you square your shoulders. Destiny gives you a reassuring look, although there's tinges of regret and panic in her eyes. You purse your lips while your heart beats rapidly in your chest and your ears.Â
As soon as you reach down and let your fingers graze over the material, you're transported into a series of flashesâsnakes and blood on the walls, the floor, everywhere. The screams you hear are far away, but theyâre close enough for you to catch the utter agony that powers them. Your eyes move wildly under your eyelids as you search for something that will tell you anything. Tears line the edge of your waterline, and the guttural screams grow nearer, the cries rattling your bones until you squeeze your eyes shut and rip your hand away from the jacket.Â
You step back in utter terror. You feel sick as pure fear and anxiety churns in your stomach. The blood-curdling screams still reside inside your brain as you walk towards the door.Â
âWhere are you going?â Destiny yells.Â
âRomanâs.â
â
Stopping in front of Romanâs new house, you scoff. Last time you were here was when he first bought it, and you left screaming and cryingâa perfect storm for a perfect couple.Â
It was also the last time you saw him. The two of you were freshly 18 and were addicted to the speed of your relationship; a year in and he was already asking you to move in with him. It was built to fail: his mother and your ancestors, your kind, werenât a good mix. Olivia had threatened you more times than you can count, but Roman always defended you, even if you didnât need him too. Maybe thatâs why you fell so hard so quickly, because he was there when you needed him. To protect and to love. But then you fell apart and were never to fall together again.
Stepping up the front door, your hand goes slack against the door. Do you just barge in? Or be the polite ex-girlfriend and knock. You go for the latter and bang your fist against the pale timber. Not a second later, the door swings open and youâre met with a blonde girl.Â
âHiââ âYou must be Miranda. I was just wondering if Romanâs in?â You cut in, stepping through the doorway despite her distress. âUm, you canât just walk in,â She says as you look at the top floor, hoping to see the lean man hovering above.Â
âLovely house heâs got. Ugh, I remember seeing this and telling him it was the one.â You laugh. This sentence causes Miranda to pause in her spot, her face scrunching up in confusion.Â
Looking towards the kitchen, two pairs of eyes are staring at you and, you have to hold in a laugh.Â
âPeter! Oh my gosh, itâs so good to see you,â You almost squeal as you rush towards him. He looks back at Roman in shock as you engulf him in a hug. âHow have you been?â
Peter swallows with an unsure expression on his face, âYeah, good.â You smile at him and then peer over his shoulder at your ex-boyfriend.Â
âWhat are you doing here, Y/n? And cut the shit.â He mutters. Heâs blunt with his words, but you understand why. It was messy.Â
âShit? I speak of no such thing, Mr Godfrey,â You give him a tight-lipped smile, sarcasm thick in your voice. You step back from Peter and watch as Roman saunters over to you.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He asks again, this time his tone is icy, and his stare is hard.Â
âDoes she know?â You ask before you say your true intentions, waving your hand in the air. Roman shares a look with Peter before shaking his head. You run your tongue along your front teeth then nod.Â
âOk. Well, firstly, I had a vision.â The sentence has Miranda instantly asking questions but is quietened by Peter who puts his hand up. Roman furrows his brows and steps closer to you, âWhat do you mean? About what? Does Destiny know?â The number of questions leaving his lips prompts you to lift your finger to stop him.Â
âDestiny had the same one.âÂ
Roman glances over at Peter who shrugs. âWhen did this happen?âÂ
âHalf an hour ago,â You move to sit on the couch as the boys stand and Miranda cowers in the corner. âAnd itâs very important.â You strain your voice so only Roman can hear.Â
âOkay, well, tell me.â He says. You deadpan him as the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly.Â
âThe woman you have both been fucking, sheâs dangerous.â
From her spot, Miranda is overcome with anger as she pushes off the wall and stomps towards you. You keep a calm facade as she throws her arms in every direction whilst sheâs talking.Â
âWho do you think you are? Coming here at 8 am to run your mouth about God knows what and insult me and especially these boys.âÂ
You raise your eyebrows for a split second before standing from the couch to move in front of her.Â
âAlright,â Roman buts in, his voice booming through the glass house. âThatâs enough, Y/n. You canât just come in here and insult her. Sheâs done nothing wrong.â
âYou hardly know her! You donât even know what sheâs capable of,â You bite, spinning towards him.Â
âIâm gonna go see Nadia.âÂ
You donât recognise the name as you cock your head at Roman.Â
âWhoâs Nadia?â Roman freezes at the question. His shoulders tense and his body rigid as you tilt your head, waiting for his response. You grow impatient as the question lingers. At this point, Miranda has gone upstairs, and you watch as she punches in a code for a door.Â
âSheâs umâLethaâs.â
Your heart drops at the sound of your late best friendâs name. âYouâre telling meâŠâ You canât find it in yourself to find the words as rage erupts in your stomach.Â
âYouâre letting a stranger look after Lethaâs child?â You yell, âPeter?âÂ
âI only found out about her last week, Y/n. Iâm as in the dark as you are.â He mumbles, head dropping towards the floor as you peer back at Roman.Â
âThe vision I saw was fucked up. If you saw them like I did, Iâm sure you would feel the same, and you would want to be miles away from her right now.â You could cry at the sheer naivety of him.Â
âYouâre letting a complete stranger in on our lives! If anything, Iâd be better off caring for my best friendâs child than some whore you picked up from the bar.â
The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you narrow your eyes at Miranda walking back down the stairs. She makes her way towards Peter and stands next to him as you are face-to-face with Roman.
âSheâs feeding you vicious lies, Ro. Please listen to me.â You donât beg, and you donât want to give him the satisfaction, but itâs in moments like these, you need him to listen to you; to trust you again.Â
âJealousy isnât a good look on you, doll.â You roll your eyes and try your best to bite back a snide remark.Â
âIâm telling you this because I love you, Roman, not because Iâm jealous; donât flatter yourself. Maybe start to think with your brain instead of your dick,â You place your palm on his cheek before you bring his other cheek to your lips, placing a kiss against his silky skin. âYou know where to find me, baby.â Patting the side of his face, you step back, and without acknowledging Peter and Miranda, you walk out of the front door.Â
Watching your retreating body, Roman feels a pang of remorse in his chest; the feeling leaving him breathless for only a moment before Miranda speaks.
âWhat a bitch,â She spits before Roman shoots her a stern look, âDonât call her that.â He stares longingly at the door and then his legs take him upstairs and into his room, leaving the pair downstairs.Â
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Getting a call from Roman was odd. You assumed he deleted it when you broke up, but looks like he didnât. The words that slipped out of his mouth hadnât shocked you, but you felt like breaking down at the thought of Nadia missing. You hung up without a word, and every action you did after the phone call was aggressive, your anger evident everything you did.Â
Storming up the driveway of his house, you spot Roman in the doorway, remorse painting his features. The look of anger on your face almost scares him and as he backs into the house with you coming at him.Â
âI fucking told you I had a bad feeling and now look what sheâs done! I can't believe you let this happen, Roman! I know youâre touch-starved and dying for female attention but come on, I saw this happening a mile away.â You snap, running your hand through your hair as Roman cowers with guilt. You hadnât seen that expression before.Â
You slam the front door behind you and glare at him. His look of regret slips and then irritation sets on his face. There he is.Â
âAnd where were you? Hm? Probably off fucking some scum from the bar in town whilst I was worried shitless about my daughter.â Your eyebrows almost fly to your hairline as you listen to his newfound confidence. Rolling your eyes, you wave him off and turn to leave. You canât bear to listen to his bullshit assumptions.Â
âThatâs right! Walk away like you always do.â He seethes, a frown contorting his features. You know heâs only saying that to get a rise out of you, itâs his specialty. So you donât react to piss him off even more. You spin around to meet his hard stare again and stomp towards him, your finger up to press against his firm chest.Â
âYou really wanna go there, Godfrey? Really?â You see a flash of regret pass over his cold eyes before he leans down to your eye level. His face is vacant of any expression when he growls a response. âYeah, I wanna fucking go there, dollface.âÂ
Your face screws up before you huff and step away from him. You bring your hands to rest on your cheeks as you feel tears sting your eyes.Â
âI canât believe youâve let this happen,â You murmur. Roman growls, but when you look at him, heâs staring at the wall trying to stop the tears blurring his vision.Â
âWhereâs Peter?â You ask.Â
âFuck knows!â He yells, and you cringe slightly. Romanâs eyes go wide as he watches you shrink away. His face falls before he puts his hands up in front of him.Â
âI didnât mean to scare you, Y/n,â He says softly. You give him a small smile as you reply, âNo, itâs fine. Donât worry about it.â
His gaze falls to the floor before he sees your shoes. âCome here.â
Roman looks up to see you with your arms outstretched. You tilt your head when he doesnât move and shift to wrap your arms around his torso. Being alone with Roman was different from when you were in a group. You couldnât quite explain it, but he was far more emotional around you.Â
âHug me back, Ro,â You feel his shaky hands on your back as he bends down slightly, resting his head on your shoulder. Despite his arms around you, his body remains stiff.
âLoosen up; itâs just me.â
âSorry, my family was never really the touchy-feely type.â he spits softly, âBut you already knew that.â You only laugh and squeeze him tighter.Â
Feeling his heartbeat comforts you. You haven't been this close since your break up, and even that was closer than this. You wish you never heard it; his cries against your skin. The sound and the vibrations make your breath hitch and your body freeze.Â
âLetâs move to the couch, yeah?â You whisper, backing up until the backs of your knees hit the couch. Roman pulls away for a second as you lay down before he clambers on top. He lays his head on your chest and wraps his long arms around you. You wonder if he can actually fit on the couch or if his legs are bent awkwardly, but choose not to bring up the topic.Â
âCould you play with my hair? Please?â Your eyes widen at the sound of the verb and the smallness of his voice, âIâm not gonna ask again, Y/n.â And there he is, the usual Roman. You roll your eyes and work your nimble fingers into his hair, the soft strands like silk against your skin.Â
His sniffles eventually seize, and his body stops shaking as he calms down.Â
âWeâll find Nadia. I promise you, Ro.â
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