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blouisparadise · 9 months

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Today we have the fifth part to our A/B/O rec list! There are tons of amazing fics on this list, so please check them and show them some love. If you'd like to check out our previous A/B/O rec lists, you can find part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here. Please remember to like and reblog this post to help spread the word! Happy reading!

1) We’ll Stumble Through Heaven | Explicit | 6,504 words

Louis likes to be a good boy for his alpha.

2) Outline Of My Sins | Explicit | 6,551 words

Prompt 453: AU where alpha Harry is an art student who is taking a figure drawing class and omega Louis is the nude model. In the many years that Harry has taken art classes, he has never been more hot and bothered than now, having to stare at a beautiful nude omega model for hours.

3) All The Strings Attached | Not Rated | 10,517 words

“He wasn’t good enough for you anyway, H,” Louis says and continues eating. Harry’s still reeling from the fact that Louis is jealous. Part of him wants to prove that Louis has nothing to be jealous about, that Harry is fully Louis’ and no one else’s. The other part wants to punish Louis for acting spoiled. But Harry can’t act on either urge, he tightens his hand into a fist in his lap instead. “No, he wasn’t. He didn’t quite fit the job.” “Harry, it wouldn’t be a job to date you. It would be lovely,” Louis says, almost in a whisper. They’re sitting closer, Harry just now notices. Louis’ body is completely angled towards Harry and Harry’s body is not far behind.

4) Losing That Reactive Spark | Explicit | 11,599 words

“You didn’t shock me,” the O says, yanking at Harry’s shirt. Harry’s eyebrows furrow, looking down at him. He could probably shake him off if he wanted to, wouldn’t even hurt him. Harry doesn’t. “What’s your name? How come you didn’t shock me?” “Um,” Harry says. “What?” The O sways closer, pushing himself up onto his toes as he peers at Harry’s face. Harry tries not to breathe in too deeply, too obviously. The last thing he needs is for someone to catch him obviously scenting an O that doesn’t belong with him in public. No matter how unhinged that particular O might be. That’s just asking for trouble. “Is it broken?” the O asks, shaking at Harry’s shirt. Harry sways, more confused than ever. The bell on the door dings, and on autopilot Harry shifts them out of the way, allowing the person to pass. His umbrella dangles uselessly from his hand, not doing anything to keep them dry. “Is what broken?” Harry asks. “It’s not broken,” the O says to himself, fast. He shakes his head again, bringing both hands up to his face to push his wet hair back. “Just yesterday – ” He stops, staring at Harry again. It’s a suspicious stare. Harry’s mildly offended by it.

5) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words

"-and...this is Louis." And just that. ‘This is Louis.’ Louis feels like throwing up out of nowhere. So, that’s it then? Is he just a ‘Louis’ to him now?

6) Hungry Heart | Explicit | 16,100 words

"So you're using me and my kitchen for a bigger paycheck?" Harry asks. "What do I get out of it?" "What do you-" Louis parrots in disbelief. "I get a job that doesn't make me work ten hour shifts just to barely pay my rent while you get three meals a day cooked for you." "So, what, you're like some glorified housewife?" Housewife, personal chef, Louis doesn't care. Contract's signed and done; T's crossed and I's dotted. Louis will wear an apron and twirl his hair all pretty if that's what he wants. Even if the job feels more like some drawn out jail sentence, Louis hopes this isn't going to be a long summer.

7) Don’t Call Me Angel | Mature | 16,648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

8) This Could Either Break My Heart, Or Bring It Back To Life | Not Rated | 18,349 words

Harry never really cared for love: he has two children he needs to care for, and a Country to rule. Love is just not in his cards. Enter Louis, who spins his children's lives but most importantly Harry's.

9) Only the Brave | Not Rated | 20,032 words

AU Mulan soulmates; where Louis is an omega going to camp in disguise to prevent his father to die in war, alpha Liam is a big wall of muscles and peace, alpha Zayn is obnoxious but cool knothead, alpha Niall is a cute hillarious baby and Harry is the alpha officer that has to train this weird group, and can't help the feeling that he's got an omega lurking among them.

10) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

11) A Springtime’s Wilt, An Autumn’s Bloom | Explicit | 20,593 words

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

12) The Voice Of Range And Ruin | Explicit | 25,470 words

It seemed as if the freshly formed Omega Uprising had always been a step or two ahead of the Commandant and the rest of the reigning Alphanian officials. The idea had been floated that there must be someone working with them from the inside, reporting back to them on the government’s plans so that they could be prepared. That person had yet to be discovered, and the Commandant and his surrounding forces had finally had enough of this game of cat and mouse. Harry understood. He agreed. It needed to come to an end, one way or another. “Your job is to navigate their landscape and gain entry into their forces. You will pretend to be one of them and gain reliable intel for us. It’s clear that no one else has been capable of doing it, and you at least have some semblance of experience in this field. This has gone on for too long, Harry. Enough is enough.” He made direct eye contact with his son, holding it. “I’m counting on you.”

13) Feeling Peachy, Take A Bite | Explicit | 25,654 words

Prompt 570: Omega Louis works at a cupcake shop. he makes the prettiest cupcakes and loves his job. In comes beefy alpha Harry who absolutely loves to eat Louis’ cake. inspired by Louis being a cute baby girl handing out cupcakes.

14) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26,370 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

15) Just A Pretty Boy | Explicit | 35,614 words

The alpha in front of him wasn’t only tall, but used every inch of his body to look even more threatening. He looked as shocked as Joseph felt, in his eyes he could clearly see horror and anger mixed into an odd and painful mix. It was as if he just watched a ghost or a monster from a nightmare come to life. “Louis…” he said with a low voice. It wasn’t a question, he was calling Joseph by that name. The crease between Joseph’s brows deepened. “Who?” Louis and Harry were married until, one day, Louis passed away in a tragic accident. Years later, he is found alive and with a thousand questions plaguing his mind. The most important ones; was his husband involved in his disappearance? And, how long did it take Harry and his best friend to fall in love after his supposed dead?

16) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37,081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely. Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance. “Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it. “‘’m Harry.”

17) Truebonds | Explicit | 39,687 words

Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency. With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel. Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.

18) The Space Between | Explicit | 39,917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

19) Noble Intentions | Explicit | 43,023 words

Louis is a beautiful omega prince impatient to lose his virginity. Harry is desperately in love with him and only wants to mate him if and when Louis agrees to marry him.

20) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

21) Some Records Turnin’ | Explicit | 49,330 words

Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

22) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words

Louis has one goal: survive this year unscathed to complete his grand plan, for which he has sacrificed his family, his friends. His identity. he's not expecting Alpha Harry, who manages to get under his skin and inside his heart. He suddenly has a lot more to lose, and a lot less control.

23) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64,602 words

Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.

24) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76,174 words

Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.

25) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

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grapementos · 10 months

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i don’t wanna break you

aged up kirishima x reader

cw: descriptions of blood, accidental injury, hospitals

night after night, kirishima was plagued with nightmares of the most horrigying, gut-wrenching situations that he was unfortunately familiar with.

the league, rappa, all for one--they invaded his mind and dreams, constantly chasing and drawing him into a corner. no matter how unbreakable he tried to be, no matter how rock solid his skin became, he lost each and every time. he was suffocated, backed into a wall as his worst enemies shrouded him in a darkness he knew all too well.

then, just as they attacked, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat. frantically, he'd look around the room, controlled only by the overwhelming fear and need to survive. he'd scan the room, but he always found nothing. instead, he sat back against the headboard, his ragged, uneven breathing filling the room.

sleep was impossible afterward, so he started his day the moment he woke up. once he was fully grounded, he'd reluctantly crack open an energy drink and prepare for the fatigue he knew would hit him like a brick wall in the middle of the day.

you knew nothing of kirishima's nightmares, for you'd been on a vacation with some friends for two weeks. he'd never had trouble sleeping before--not with you, anyways.

it pained you to leave him for so long, but your friends insisted that you join them on an out-of-state trip to some resort they'd booked. kirishima had also encouraged you to go, so you did. it was a wonderful two weeks of relaxation, but you were so excited to see your beautiful boy pick you up from the airport.

once you exited the terminal and picked up your bags, you said goodbye to your friends and excitedly walked to the cellphone lot. you weaved through groups of people as your suitcase bumped over cracks in the sidewalk, antsy and excited to see your boyfriend.

you looked around excitedly as you reached your agreed-upon meet-up spot, waiting anxiously for kirishima. so many people were meeting up with family, friends, lovers--that was the beautiful thing about airports, you'd found. it was sad at times, but reunions and meet-ups were so wholesome.

your first instinct when someone grabbed your waist from behind was to jerk away, but when you turned to see kirishima, you grinned and hopped up into his arms, "ei! oh my gosh, i missed you so much."

you squeezed him tight, so, so tight.

"i missed you too, babe," he chuckled, his words a little strained as you all but crushed his ribs, "but you're gonna kill me."

"too bad. i just went an entire two weeks without you. you're not gonna get more than two inches away from me." you insisted, but finally dropped down to the ground.

all it took was an actual look at kirishima's face for you to realize that something was definitely wrong. his eyes were heavy and almost half-lidded, a dark shadow casting under them. his entire expression, albeit happy to see you, was exhausted.

"baby, what's wrong? you look so tired." you frowned, bringing up a hand to rub a thumb along his eye bags.

"it's nothing," he chuckled half-heartedly, "just don't sleep the same without you. you sayin' i don't look handsome or what?"

"you always look handsome. but," you snatched the keys from him, "not handsome enough to drive tired. we're laying down as soon as we get home."

he grabbed for the keys, "babe, you just got off a ten hour red-eye. you can't drive."

"i slept the entire ride, now get your handsome self into the passenger seat." you demanded, already walking to the car.

he knew it was futile to argue with you, so he did as you asked and settled into the passenger seat. the entire ride home, you had one hand on the wheel and the other tightly squeezing his hand. despite his deflection, you were pretty worried about him. he'd always slept like a rock, always energized from a full 8-hours worth of sleep.

it was no big deal, you hoped.

the moment the two of you were inside, you locked the door, left your suitcase in the living room, and dragged kirishima to the bedroom.

you didn't miss the energy drink cans in the kitchen trash, your worry only growing.

"now, we're not getting up until you're refreshed." you insisted, back to him as you changed into something more comfortable.

"m'not even that tired."

"you were dozing off in the car. quit trying to lie to me, ejirou." once changed, you nestled under the duvet next to him, scooting all the way up to him.

he draped an arm over you, scooting you impossibly closer. your face was level with his, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation of relief. relief that you were together again, relief that you didn't have to sleep separately.

"i missed you so much." he whispered, tracing shaped into your back, "i'm glad you had fun, but it made me think of how we're literally always together."

"i missed you too." you traced lines up and down his bicep, "i know. i'm not used to being away from you so long. we're never separated for more than hours at a time."

he hummed, "is that even healthy?"

"don't care."

"me neither."

the conversation halted there as you scooted down to rest your head against his chest, soothed by his familiar scent and his heartbeat and the cushiony muscle that you loved.

within minutes, the two of you were asleep, breathing steady as you finally felt able to sleep safely. no more hotel rooms, starchy hotel sheets, too-soft hotel pillows. just your kirishima, your bed, your sheets, and your pillows.

you drifted off, a series of dreams flurrying in your mind. they made sense as they occurred, but surely they wouldn't should you try to explain them consciously. you dreamed of the water and a flicker of a face you'd seen at the beach, of talking to members of a live band you'd seen, only their faces were warped into those of your friends, of the meals you'd eaten, only somehow you weren't strong enough to pick up the utensils--because no one's strong or fast in dreams.

suddenly, the dreams turned ugly. the band members--your friends--the people at the beach, the restaurant-goers, they turned against you. they cornered you and chased you until you had nowhere left to run. once they drew near, your abdomen was pierced, a red-hot stinging sensation flooding through your entire body.

your ears rang, but you weren't afraid--it was a dream, after all.

yet, the pain you felt was real, the drip of blood, everything felt so real.

the sensation of actual, realistic blood flow startled you awake.

your first thought was that you'd wet the bed, embarrassingly enough.

just as you moved to check, thousands of nerve endings were set ablaze with pain, making you hiss, "fuck!"

lightheadedness swamped your head, filling your throat with a thick layer of nausea, "ei--fuck--ei!"

your face, arms, torso, legs--everything was on fire. you choked out a pained cry, trying desperately to discover the source of your agony.

you picked up your head, suddenly mortified.

it was kirishima. he was hardened, almost to the point of his unbreakable form. in his sleep.

you had no idea what shape your body was in, but you could only assume the worst considering the pain, and the longer you touched him, the deeper your wounds grew.

"ejirou!" you cried, unable to shake him awake without another wave of excruciating pain rolling through you, "wake up! please, please wake up!"

his eyes snapped open at your cries, afraid, defensive, battle-ready.

he was shaking, breathing raggedy, further worsening your injuries.

the moment his eyes fell on your pained ones, his quirk fell, an indescribable mix of horror and realization dawning on him.

the moment he was away from you, you rolled onto your back, limbs like lead. you couldn't even lift your head to evaluate the damage; your head was far too fuzzy. your vision was darkening in the corners as you choked on tears and oxygen as you tried desperately to gulp in breaths, "911.. call.. 911.." you whispered as your vision completely faded back to black.

kirishima was covered in blood in the back of the ambulance. your blood.

it was a blur. he'd been purged with another dream, one so much worse than the rest, and he'd hurt you. he hurt you.

his eyes were unseeing as he sat in the triage room, the nurse asking questions about the circumstances of the accident. he answered like a zombie, only remembering the part where he recommended therapy or sleeping in separate beds.

that stung. he couldn't even be near you without hurting you.

he sat in your room once he was allowed in. they'd given you a blood transfusion because you'd lost almost two entire liters by the time you'd reached the hospital. luckily, you hadn't hemorrhaged, but they needed you to stay over night to keep an eye on embolisms and other concerns he couldn't stomach the possibility of.

as he slouched in the chair beside your bed, he knew what he had to do. as he saw the bandages all over your body, on your eye, your eye that they weren't sure would ever be 100% again, he knew.

waking up was painful. the confusion and pain hit you like a tidal wave, forcing a groan from the depths of your stomach, "my god."

you leaned your head back into the pillows propping you up, face scrunched in pain. you tried to muffle quiet grunts of pain, but your body was buzzing with an uncomfortable lick of fiery pain.

"oh, mx. y/n, you're awake."

you peeked an eye open to see a doctor with a clipboard and an extremely dull kirishima who couldn't even seem to look at you.

"what's happening?" you mumbled, suddenly acutely aware that your left eye was covered with a bandage of some sort.

"well," she started, glancing at kirishima, "you're in a hospital. you arrived here by ambulance after you sustained a multitude of abrasions, gashes, and wounds scattered across your body. you lost almost two liters, so we did have to perform a blood transfusion."

your heart rate picked up as you connected the dots, "my.."

"i'm afraid your eye has sustained significant damage. as of now, i am unsure if you will ever be able to fully see out of it again."

warm tears flooded down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the idea of being blind from one eye.

"i'm very sorry. i'll give the two of you some time and then we can further discuss a recovery plan." the doctor dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.

you finally dared yourself to look at kirishima, who was biting hard at his lip, presumably to keep himself from crying.

"are you okay?" you finally stammered out, vision blurred with tears at the news you just received.

"how can you even ask me that?" he asked incredulously, "didn't you hear what the doctor said? i could've k--" he choked out a sob, clamping a hand over his mouth. after drawing in a tight breath, he began again, "i could've killed you, and you're asking me if i'm okay."

"you didn't mean to, ei, you were sleeping." you reasoned, "and you didn't kill me, i'm okay."

"you're half blind, y/n!" he touched a hand to his forehead, walking up and down anxiously, "what if it happens again? what if my quirk goes off again because of some stupid bad dream and i accidentally kill you?"

"you've been having nightmares?"

he just stared at you, eyes wide and red and puffy and breaking your heart.

"we can't be together."

a beat of silence, only ended by the beep of the heart monitor.

"what?"

"i hurt you, y/n. i made you bleed, i ruined your eye. i'm," he stammered out, "i'm dangerous. i can't be with you, i can't hurt you."

"you're hurting me right now, ei, what the hell are you talking about?" you demanded, forcing yourself into a sitting position, "it was an accident, i know you'd never hurt me."

he shook his head, looking down at his hands, "i hurt you. i'm so sorry, y/n. we can't--we can't be together because i hurt you."

your tears weren't from your physical pain anymore, they were from the idea of having a life without kirishima in it.

"ei, please, please--" you reached a hand towards him, begging, "please, just listen to me."

he stopped his pacing, stopped his babbling, and looked at you.

"the idea of not being able to love you, to kiss you, to be with you, that hurts me more than anything. more than a million cuts, more than losing both my eyes, all my limbs, more than anything." you focused a steely, watery gaze on him, "so don't hurt me. we can move past this together. i'll be with you for everything, no matter what."

he processed your words, a crying mess, but shook his head, "i can't, i can't--"

"eijirou." you demanded, "you love me, right?"

he nodded slowly, bottom lip quivering, "more than anything."

"then stay. if you love me, stay."

"okay."

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Home Alone | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Summary: Your husband Kai accuses you of not trusting him with your baby daughter.

Genre: New parents AU, domestic, angsty, house hubby Kai

Word Count: 0.8k

You were trying to balance the dangerous job of straightening your hair while buttoning up a onesie for your one-year-old. The hot blades wavered ever closer to the soft blue cotton.

That was when you got the call. You threw down the phone. “My mother’s sick! She can’t take Jasmine!”

Your husband Kai sprang up. He had been kneeling on the floor, building a house of cards in the pristine emptiness of the living room you had just cleaned. The house collapsed with a sigh.

“I’ve got to leave,” you groaned, lifting your baby daughter Jasmine into your arms. “Hey Jazzy, have you ever been to a board meeting before?”

The baby giggled.

Kai stepped forward, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “Hey, I can take her!” He frowned. “It’s not like I’ve never looked after Jazz.” He paused, his face falling blank. “Actually… you have never asked me to look after Jazz. How come?”

Your heart rate was increasing just hearing his words. Everything came into sharp focus. Kai’s odd combination of Hawaiian shorts, a silk shirt and flip-flops. The cigarette butts still smouldering in the ashtray on the balcony he thought you didn’t know about.

The sound of your phone alarm, titled, LEAVE THE HOUSE BITCH, began to buzz like an angry wasp in your ear.

“Um, yes, sweetie, of course I want you to look after Jasmine, it’s just-“ you scrambled for a lie. “You’re… too… busy! I don’t want to get the way of your fancy actor work!”

He frowned. “But baby, you know shooting hasn’t started yet.”

You needed a better excuse. “But your lines. You have to learn them. I would rather than die than keep you away from your lines.”

You could almost hear the drone of the station announcer: “Last call for the 8:05 train. Last call…”

Kai grinned in disbelief. “You’re saying I can’t look after Jazz… because I have to read a script?” He frowned. “Do you not trust me to look after our daughter?”

“Oh, Kai.” You squeezed your temples. “I don’t have time for this. Fine You want the truth?. No, I don’t trust you with my child.”

“Our child.” Kai scoffed. “And you can’t say that! How could you?”

You gestured to the pigsty that was the apartment. “You’re irresponsible. You’re untidy. You’re out partying every night-“

You were about to say more, but you stopped yourself. Some things were too true to say. Everybody deserved a few lies to cling onto.

Kai sighed, and you hated how well he knew you. “Go on. Say what you’re thinking.”

You sighed. “Oh… and acting is not a real job!”

Kai bit his lip, pain flashing over his handsome features. “So, what was your big plan? Keep her from me for the next eighteen years?

You tried to deny it, but fell silent when you saw the pain in his eyes. “N-not eighteen. Maybe… ten.”

And suddenly, you felt like an awful person. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You- you’re a great father, you just… don’t have the skills yet to look after her. The knowledge.”

Kai sighed. His voice was very quiet. “I know that she naps between eleven and one. I know that Fuzzy is her favourite toy. I know that she can’t sleep on her tummy, or drink cow’s milk, or have too many baths.”

“How did you…” you started. “I read those parenting books that you aways leave lying around,” Kai said, crossing his arms.

You stepped towards him, smoothing your hands over his face. “I had no idea…”

You pressed your lips to his, and in the shape of his firm body, his scent, you almost lost yourself.

Kai gently pulled away, crooning, “Go. As much as I’d like you to stay, your genius is needed at a board meeting. I’ve got her.”

You smiled, picking up your bags. “Okay. But I am FaceTiming you in an hour. Every hour, actually.”

Kai grinned, that lopsided grin that made you giddy when you were still nineteen and an extra on some unknown TV show. You may have given up on acting, but you never gave up on the boy of your dreams.

You left a little piece of your heart with Kai and Jasmine, then shrugged on your blazer and stepped out into the brightening morning light.

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stellar-constellations · 8 months

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An Alliance (Part 8)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, current part, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

Even more weeks passed as Yuri and I began to know each other more and more. Eventually, we started to figure out each other's likes and interests.

I used to hate Yuri for many things, like how he's extremely strict with work, a morning-person, extremely family-oriented (and I swear he has some weird thing with sisters. Would he date a girl if she was an older sister? 'Cause I am). I also hated him cause he's so bossy and stuck-up, not allowing me to even walk outside for a breath of air without him walking beside me.

Meanwhile, he hated me for a lot of reasons too. Like how I was seen as playful and tired a lot, seeming to have no clear goal of what I want in life. He also didn't like me because I'm carefree and love to tease him.

It's not that good of a match when we're both stubborn and opinionated, stuck in the same apartment for hours on end, not even having a break from work, but we eventually decided to put aside our differences.

Yuri allowed me to sleep in on our days off, and in return I'd lay back on my teasing. Yuri and I agreed on the groceries and dinners we made, deciding to work together to make dinner. I learned that Yuri likes his eggs sunny side up, and he learned I like mine (egg choice). I showed him how to make my family recipes, and Yuri showed me how to make recipes he's stumbled across and adapted (he admitted he doesn't like cooking Yor's dishes, but he eats what she makes anyways because he admires her).

Yuri doesn't care for horror movies as he never gets scared, but he's scared of porcelain dolls (just as I am) so we get scared when watching "The Invisible Man" (even though Yuri swears up and down he isn't scared, he agrees to hold me since I forced him to otherwise I'd have nightmares and talk about it in my sleep, effectively scaring him from my sleep-talk of demons and dolls).

We learned how to co-exist and work together, helping with interrogations and asking for each other's second-opinions. I tried to listen to bugged audios and such, but I end up falling asleep each time as I have to try and wait for something incriminating, so Yuri takes over that part.

Our co-workers are extremely convinced that we're a couple, and it really doesn't seem that off. It feels like as more and more time passes, we get used to having to call each other "wife" and "husband".

We took the bus since the traffic was way too crowded on the road today, that, and me and Yuri felt exhausted after working long hours for so long. We eventually fell asleep on the bus, leaning onto a each as the train peacefully cradled us.

"Yuri? (Y/N)?"

Yuri shot awake, causing me to way up from his harsh movement.

"Whu? Yor?" Yuri questioned.

"You two don't usually ride this train." Yor spoke.

"Oh, uh, just on our way back from a little work trip." Yuri spoke.

I nodded, agreeing before eventually dosing off on Yuri's shoulder, their conversation being alienated in my ears.

Yuri soon woke me up. I mumbled out a "bye" once I realized Yor was still onboard. Yuri grabbed my hand as he led me out.

"What did you and Yor talk about while I was asleep?" I muttered, keeping my eyes low on the ground.

It was too bright outside for me now, and I'm really too tired to keep walking yet I went.

"Nothing really, just small talk." Yuri hummed, he turned to look at me. "Are you okay? You're dragging your feet." Yuri pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just tired. I don't like having to do the interrogations so much. I'm still mad that guy tried punching me when I caught him lying." I sighed.

"Yeah. That was a quick punch..." Yuri spoke, recalling the memories.

I'm really glad Yuri was there to catch that punch and hold him down, since I was sitting down, there really wasn't enough time for me to move away from it.

"Yuri. Can you carry me?" I questioned.

"No." He immediately responded.

"Why?" I sighed, slightly whining.

"You're acting like a child." Yuri sighed.

"But I'm tired." I groaned, then paused, thinking. "You should carry me. It'll make us seem more like a couple to others."

"You're really trying to use that against me?" Yuri deadpanned.

"...Please?" I questioned, causing him to sigh.

"Whatever, hurry up and get on." Yuri groaned, rolling his eyes as he crouched down.

"Thank you, love~" I singed, not much energy into it.

"Whatever." He huffed, grabbed my thighs and placing his arms under them to get a firm grip.

"You're the best~" I praised, resting my head on his shoulder and sighing happily.

"I know I am." He snarked, hiding his face to hide his painfully obvious smile.

I decided not to fight back on it, resting my eyes again.

Mission after mission, I swear I'm going to go insane. I thought.

We were chasing after a suspect who ran, my legs were tired as I mentally cussed out the man we're chasing. I never ran as much in WISE as I do here! Usually I'd get escorted to my missions or at least have a motorcycle (well, at least in WISE I would)!

"The suspect fled to the back alley! Go around and cut him off, you two!" the Lieutenant ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Yuri responded.

I followed Yuri, not bothering to responded back to the Lieutenant in case I accidentally project my unprofessional thoughts to my higher-up. We chased in an empty alley, desperate to cut him off, but Yuri suddenly fell. He didn't trip, no, he just fell, plopped down face first into the ground.

"Yuri? Are you okay?!" I questioned, immediately stopping and checking Yuri's pulse to make sure it wasn't heart failure or a stroke.

"Yuri, what happened? Did he get the drop on you?!" the Lieutenant questioned, running to us.

"He just suddenly collapsed!" I spoke.

"Nngh... Captain... I think I..." Yuri paused, "caught a cold..."

"So suddenly?!" the Lieutenant exclaimed.

"No wonder you were sneezing and coughing today when you woke up. Sheesh, Yuri, if you felt bad, you could've called in sick." I sighed, putting his arm around my shoulder and picking him up with the help of the Lieutenant.

"Evil never waits..." Yuri responded.

I signed me and Yuri out early, the Lieutenant going to the Director to tell what happened and to excuse our absences. I took Yuri's car keys and drove us back to our apartment, resting him on the couch.

"You know, you really worried me, stupid. I thought you inhaled some poisonous gas or went into cardiac arrest. Tell me when you're feeling unwell, jerk..." I muttered, ignoring the tears swelling up in my eyes.

I thought I was gonna lose you, just like everyone else...

"Sorry..." Yuri mumbled.

"Don't worry, love. Just don't scare me like that again..." I sighed.

"Whenever I remember that... my sister's away... my immune system... breaks down." Yuri explained.

Woah. Sounds serious... seriously stupid. I thought.

"Right, business trip on a cruise." I commented. "I'll go get you some medicine at the pharmacy." I spoke.

"W-wait, you can't go alone!" Yuri spoke.

"I'll be fine, don't worry." I reassured.

"No... It's in the... contract... for me to not... leave you alone... in case you... leave..." Yuri huffed.

"Jerk!" I scoffed. "I wanted to make sure you heal up and you believe I'll abandon you while you're vulnerable! Besides, I've already left your sight before and I returned, did I not?!"

"Sorry..." Yuri sighed. "If you go... could you get some herbal tea? The kind with the bear on it..." He huffed.

"...Whatever..." I huffed, rolling my eyes.

I’ll get him it anyways since he’s sick. I thought.

I hurried to the pharmacy, buying the box and noticing the box’s bear it's the same herbal tea that taste like absolute shit.

Well, maybe he loses his tastes when he’s sick? So he doesn’t realize it’s bad? Maybe he likes the dirt-like texture. I thought, walking out of the pharmacy with the box and medication in hand.

I walked back into the apartment, unlocking the door with the key I borrowed (stole) from Yuri’s pocket. I walked back to the bedroom and noticed Yuri sleeping, moving around a lot in his sleep.

I decided I’d make the tea for him, getting a kettle of hot water brewing. I waited for the tea to boil, then placed a packet in a mug, pouring the water into it.

I’m not a fan of Japanese tea, I prefer American tea better, but maybe my sense of taste changed? I thought, taking a drink of the tea from the mug.

“BLEGH!” I immediately spit it in the sink, coughing profusely as the taste lingered in my mouth. “Hell no!” I exclaimed.

How could he willing choose something like that?!

I grumbled, muttering complaints and insults of the cartoon bear on the box as I carried Yuri’s mug of disgusting tea and a box of medicine for his cold.

I walked in, setting the stuff down on the drawer and looked at Yuri. He was awake, shooting up from his sleep rather quickly.

“Nightmare?” I questioned.

“No. Just some past memories.” He sighed, his voice hoarse from his cold.

“Ah.” I hummed. “I got you the tea you wanted, though it tastes like shit.”

“Thanks. It’s the one that works the best. And also the one that tastes most like what Yor used to make.” Yuri spoke, sipping his tea.

He immediately threw up, but seemed re-energized.

“Gross! Yuri!” I wailed.

“Blarf! Now let’s go catch us some criminals! I’m back to 100 percent! We gotta purify the world before my sister returns!” Yuri shouted.

“Go back to bed, stupid!” I screamed. . .

More weeks passed as me and Yuri learned to fall into the husband and wife role perfectly. We can go anywhere and be seen as a couple—almost, which will be explained soon enough. But I realized a new problem arose…

It’s all fake.

All the hugs, all the handholding, all the “see you soon”s, all the kisses, we had to fake it all. We had to fake every compliment, every gift, everything we did outside, was fake. But all the insults, all the teasing, all the “I hate you’s", all the nagging, all of that was real.

And the problem was, I’ve begun to enjoy Yuri’s company too much.

I’ve begun to enjoy waking up next to him and complaining about not wanting to get up. I’ve begun to enjoy walking to the nearest cafe for breakfast or just skipping and deciding to eat a big lunch later. I’ve begun to enjoy our handholding sessions and hugs and kisses to prove that we’re a "couple". I’ve begun to enjoy being able to see Yuri everyday; but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t look forward to see me in the morning. He doesn’t look forward to our breakfasts, lunches, dinners, or desserts. He especially doesn’t enjoy the fake affection we had to broadcast to others.

I never expected to start wanting to fall in love, to start entertaining the idea of what life would be like with kids, to start a new chapter. I never wanted to leave someone with the fact that I was a bad-doer and that I’ll be at fault for making them cry—if they could even still think of me as their lover after knowing all I’ve done. All I've killed and sacrificed to be what I am today.

I don’t like to hold regrets, but I am just as human as the next, even if Yuri doesn’t believe it since I was once a Westalis citizen.

I regret that I killed people with no thought. That I’ve broken families in just a second, shattered them so they could never be mended back together. I regret stealing information, turning my back on people, and never once listening to my heart and feelings.

That’s for the best. I thought to myself. If I allow myself to get attached, then I’ll surely never be able to leave. I told myself.

But do I really want to leave him? I thought. I'm going to have to. I've read the Handler's message:

Hello, Agent Vixen. To ensure your alliance with WISE, we need you to gather information on what they know about WISE, who the members are, what our missions are; I want information such as this and more reported to us as soon as you can—without letting any of them know you're still working with us. We also need you to figure out what are their affiliations with the National Unity Party. What do they discuss about? What is said about Westalis? Anything and everything involving the war, our agents, Westalis, and Ostania, we need you to report without being found out. Don't worry about covering for WISE agents, if they were caught; they're no longer a WISE agent in our books. And if you're discovered, we will do our best to recruit you back to us as long as you're proven to be reliable and trustworthy for a second chance.

The Handler.

I'm a failure of a person. I can't even choose a side to back up; I'm a terrible wife too. I sighed, watching as a girl in the coffee line chatted with Yuri. And I’m not jealous. I thought, staring at them socialize.

Why would I be jealous? It’s all fake. I shouldn’t care if Yuri decides to leave with a girl. I shouldn’t care if I get kicked out and a new girl moves in. I shouldn’t care if the contract gets breached and I die (it really already has). I shouldn’t care at all, it’s Yuri’s life.

But what if he starts loving someone? I don’t think I could watch the stages of him slowly falling head over heels in love with someone. If that happens, I’ll be gone. I'll be forced to go back to Westalis; if WISE even deem me worthy enough to be kept alive, that is (but I bet the SSS would kill me before then).

But it’s not what I want, it’s what Yuri wants. I’ve been nothing but a nuisance ever since I was caught. I really started slacking, and I've been doing even worse now that I'm with Yuri; I'm losing my spark.

I stood up from the seat, deciding I was tired of waiting (and not because Yuri was talking with a girl) and walked up to them.

“Hey! You remember my order, right?” I questioned Yuri, budding into the conversation.

I don’t care if I’m being rude, it’s about time I start being selfish with my own feelings (haven't I been?)

“(Favorite coffee/drink), right?” Yuri questioned, looking down.

“Yep.” I smiled.

“Is this your girlfriend?” the girl questioned, smiling.

"Wife, actually." Yuri confirmed, grabbing my hand and holding it.

A wave of shock hit me. I was expecting Yuri to get mad at me budding in, potentially ruining his chances with a hot girl. I was expecting him to be bummed out, mad, shocked, sad, anything but supportive and proud.

I felt my heart race as my face heated up.

Wow. Wasn't what I was expecting. I thought.

"Really?" the girl spoke, shocked. "I didn't see a ring, sorry."

Me and Yuri looked down at our hands at the same time, noticing our fingers.

Ah, we still don't have rings, actually. I thought.

"We're engaged and saving up for rings." Yuri explained quickly.

"I see..." the girl went quiet. "Sorry for disturbing."

Yeah... I thought. Don't be a home-wrecker.

I decided to stay with Yuri in case she decides to change her mind about being a home-wrecker. The girl left and I sighed, feeling relieved, like I overcame a serious obstacle. Yuri is pretty attractive, but I've watched as girls quickly leave once he starts his obsessive rants about his sister.

Maybe I was a little jealous. I thought to myself. I think I got a little insecure… I’ll keep that in mind so it doesn’t happen again.

If Yuri noticed it, he decided not to question it. We ordered our drinks, waiting before receiving it. We walked into Yuri’s car, deciding today we’d drive instead of taking the bus. Yuri drives as I thought to myself intensely.

“Yuri.” I spoke up.

“Hm?” he acknowledged.

“Let’s get wedding rings.” I boldly spoke.

Yuri swerved the car, almost hitting another car before parking to the right side of the road.

“The hell’s your problem?!” I screamed, scared as I held my chest.

Did I just lose my heart? Is it gone? Am I dead?

“My problem?! What’s your problem?!” Yuri declared. “You don’t just go randomly asking that! Do you even know how much money rings cost?! We’re not married married!”

“Of course I know. We can go to a pawnshop and get them!” I hissed. “But it’s been pointed out that we don’t have rings! Usually when people engage, they at least have a engagement ring before a wedding ring! It’ll make our act look more believable.”

“People already believe us! Who do we need to coax?” Yuri questioned.

“Our coworkers! We work with detectives, Yuri, they’re bound to get suspicious about us when there’s no ring and we’re regularly visiting the Director.” I pointed out.

“Is this because of that girl?” Yuri questioned suddenly.

“No!” I immediately declared, determined to shut down that idea. “I’m just thinking about our contract!”

“Ugh… (Y/N)…” Yuri sighed, hitting his head against the steering wheel.

"My life is on the line, you know?! It all relies on this relationship!" I exclaimed.

The car horn honked as he did, but we both chose to ignore that as he raised his head.

“I don’t plan on falling in love or whatever you’re thinking of in that pretty little head of yours.” He sighed, flicking my forehead.

“Hey!” I yelped, offended that he flicked my forehead and called me stupid indirectly.

“You don’t have to worry. I never planned on having a wife or anything.” Yuri spoke.

“Why? Are you gay?” I immediately spoke.

“NO!” Yuri screamed, angry. “I just never saw the point of it. I decided to dedicate my life to helping Yor.”

Pathetic. I immediately thought.

“But what if you do fall in love?” I questioned. “What are you gonna do then?”

“I won’t.” Yuri sighed.

“But what if you do?” I questioned, determined for an answer.

“I’ll ignore them.” He groaned, hitting his head on the steering wheel once more.

“But what about the rings and our contract?” I questioned.

“What about them?” Yuri questioned.

“My life is literally held together by a paper packet and our relationship.” I spoke.

“And?” Yuri muttered.

“You’re not gonna care if I die...?” I questioned, tears welling up in my eyes.

“N-no! Of course I’d care. I’d—would you stop crying already?!” Yuri spoke, freaking out as tears started streaming down my face.

“I can’t help it!” I cried.

“No! Help it! Help it, damn it!” Yuri groaned.

“I just said I can’t!” I huffed.

“I didn’t mean it! I don’t want you to die, geez!” he sighed.

“Prove it…” I muttered.

“How am I gonna do that? I’m not going to kiss you.” He spoke bluntly.

“That wasn’t on the table!” I huffed, ignoring my offended and dejected feelings. “And to prove it…” I muttered, raising my left hand and holding it in the air as I pointed to my ring finger with the help of my other hand.

“I’ll think about it.” Yuri sighed almost rolling his eyes at me. “Are you happy now?”

“Not yet.” I spoke, causing Yuri to groan. “Would you cheat in our marriage?”

“Have you no trust in me?!” Yuri cried out.

“Since you didn’t mind if I died or not, yeah!” I immediately retorted.

“I said I would mind!” Yuri clarified quick. “And besides. If I actually did did get married, which would never happen, but hypothetically, I wouldn’t. That’s treason to the relationship, and I don’t support treason. Just think back to our interrogation with Jim Hayward.”

I don’t think it’d be that serious, but good job on being a decent person, Yuri. I thought.

“Why am I answering these questions and you’re not giving any information back?! This is trickery!” Yuri shouted, angry as he hit the gas pedal and drove back into the road, speeding a little off the appropriate speed limit to make it to work on time.

"You willing answered my questioned; I used no form of deception." I spoke, raising my hand up like I was testifying in court to prove innocence.

"Yeah right..." he grumbled. "What are you going to do when you fall in love?" he questioned. "And don't say you won't; I already used that."

"Hm." I hummed, thinking. "I'd wait and see if they recuperate. If they don't, I keep the feelings to myself, if they do, I won't do anything either. I have a marriage license with you, and I refuse to be a cheater, even in a fake relationship."

"Okay. And what about actual marriage?" Yuri questioned.

"I want to have a husband and kids one day, but I'm not going to settle for just anyone. They'll be put through a test to make sure they're the one." I stated.

"Pfft." Yuri scoffed, smiling. "What's this? Are you suddenly Cinderella waiting for Prince Charming?" Yuri joked.

"Ugh." I scoffed back. "As if! I meant that they need to follow my dad's expectations of my husband, with a few exceptions from me, of course. Plus, Cinderella sought out the Prince first, I'd be offended if the guy I danced with didn't recognize my face!"

"What's your dad's exceptions? And yours?" Yuri spoke. "Some buff guy who can lift 200 pounds?"

"Why? You been rejected for guys like that?" I questioned.

"I told you, I've never fallen in love and never will..." Yuri grumbled.

"My expectation of a lover is someone whose stable with a good sense of morals. I could care less about looks or the sex-drive, but I'd want a partner whose honest, loyal, responsible, and no one-sided expectations; like they can go out with friends but I can't, you know?" I spoke.

"I'm genuinely surprised; that's achievable." Yuri commented.

"Oh? Are you going to be a suitor for this bachelorette?" I joked.

"Like there's others." Yuri scoffed.

"Oi!" I exclaimed. "Of course there's others! I'm not as unlikable as you."

"Whatever floats your love boat." Yuri sighed.

"Your boat is Titanic." I retorted.

Titanic because it's a sunken ship...

Yuri grumbled under his breath, before speaking up.

“I couldn’t ever see you being a real wife.” Yuri claimed.

“Why?” I questioned, side-eyeing him.

“Cause you don’t act very sophisticated, I’d be surprised if you even find a guy interested in you.” Yuri stated as if it was a fact.

“Their loss; they don’t know what they’re missing.” I spoke.

“What? Like constant nagging about nothing and everything? Constant clumsily and running into still doors and still wall? Constant clinging onto them as you drag your feet about not wanting to get out of bed, or to work, or to the store, or to the doctors? Constant crying? Constant—“

“Say one more thing and I’ll turn that steering wheel so fast off that bridge we’re about to cross.” I spoke, pointing at the bridge we’re stalking towards.

"...Constant baking at three A.M.?" he shot me a dirty glare.

"You can't talk bad about my brownies! I love them and I know you love them too!" I shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

I can deal with a lot of things, but disrespecting my brownies is a no no.

"As if." He spoke, rolling his eyes.

"Why do you wake up whenever I cook them, then eat them 0.2 seconds after they get out of the oven?" I spoke, crossing my arms. "I barely get two pieces!"

"I wake up because I don't feel you in bed, so I think you escaped." Yuri stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Why do you eat the brownies then?" I questioned.

"...Because they are in my line of sight and we do not waste food in our house." He stated.

"Or, you just love me and my cooking." I smiled.

Yuri jumped up, startled as his eyes blew wide and he looked at me with a red face.

"AS IF!" he shouted.

"Woah! Such a strong reaction! Maybe you do love me!" I laughed as he glared at me.

"Did you not catch the 'I’d be surprised if you even find a guy interested in you' earlier?" he questioned, his face showing he was unamused.

"I think I'm very pretty and interesting." I smirked, looking into the car's rear mirror for a second before focusing my attention back to Yuri. "Besides, people in love always like to give each other a hard time. Just ask Donnie and his wife." I smirked.

"...You're a brat." He muttered.

"Aw! You're the light of my day and stars of the night. You're my honey bunch sugar' plum gum drop pumpkin wumpkin lemon sundae swirl little love bug-" I gushed, smirking before he cut me off.

"STOP THAT!" he screamed, his face red.

"Sorry..." I muttered, acting sad before smiling brightly again. "My little cherry pie dandelion angel dove swan cupid baby cutie sweetie blackberry muffin lemon glaze chocolate-"

I went on until Yuri blasted the music on the radio until I shut up.

We made it to work, stepping out of the car and noticing our vans being loaded up with equipment.

Must be a big raid. I thought to myself as we walked into the building.

“Ah, Lieutenant, Mrs. Lieutenant.” A lieutenant greeted us as we walked down the hallway. “I heard your niece’s bus is being held hostage right now, are you aware?”

“Niece?” I questioned before my eyes widened. “You mean my niece?!” I exclaimed.

Little pink girl, Anya! I liked her! The first time I met her, I didn’t get to know her well. But the second time I saw her, I kept thinking of what she likes since me and Yuri had to watch her. She answered all my questions without me evening having to ask (she has perfect intuition! I like her!) and she even called me pretty and that’s why she kept staring at me!

“Chihuahua girl’s bus got hijacked?” Yuri questioned, shocked. “Let’s get to the scene!” Yuri exclaimed, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hallway.

We ran down the hallways, finding the Lieutenant followed by a small squad with him.

"Captain! We heard Chihuahua Girl's bus got hijacked!" Yuri shouted as we both ran up to the scarred-face lieutenant.

"Hey, who told them that? And Chihuahua girl...?" he questioned. "You know I can't have you showing your face at the crime scene. Your sister's kid might recognize you both. And don't even think of telling city hall."

"Urk... Understood, sir." Yuri spoke, deep in thought.

"Like hell!" I shouted boisterously. "You have two options, but both of them will end up with me and Yuri ending up at that scene! Either you let us go with, or I'm hijacking one of those damn vans and driving there myself."

"You don't even have any information on the assignment. And you're too low of a level to participate." The Lieutenant informed.

"I have my ways. Watch me." I glared, then swiftly grabbed the paper packet out of one of the lieutenant's hand in the squad.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, reaching for it.

I took a step back and read the short packet. Not much information, two Eden Academy buses hijacked by the Red Circus, no straight motive on why they did so.

The Red Circus? I thought, shuddering. They used to be a peaceful student movement protest group, but their good ways turned sour once their movement for peace and equality for the weakest members of society. The state turned violent to them, causing the Red Circus to resort to an extreme methods, seeking revenge and justice after many of the students died.

I've done gigs to spy on the Red Circus to distribute peace in the country, as well as having to spoil their plans because they affected Westalis' and almost inflicted some serious protocols Ostania would've taken. Because of my interference, they have a target on me and other spies. If there's one thing I know, they're not friendly people.

Please be safe, Anya. I thought to myself, mentally panicking every second we're stuck here.

"Red Circus, two Eden Academy buses hijacked, motivations unknown." I spoke, dropping the papers down onto the desk. "Now that we know about the situation, we can go. We don't have to be right there, but we should be in a good distance for back up. You'd worry about your daughter and wife too, would you not?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

The Lieutenant sighed, not seeing to have much battle spirit in himself.

"Fine. But hurry to the vans otherwise you'll chase dust." He commanded, exiting the office.

"Yes, sir!" me and Yuri both saluted.

"Sometimes, your stubbornness is a blessing, but other times, it's a curse." Yuri sighed, smiling.

We ran out into the van, hopping in and taking off instantly as we closed the door.

"We'll go to the bus where your niece isn't present, that way we won't risk any exposure." Lieutenant spoke.

I resisted the urge to scream and kick the seats.

BUT IS ANYA SAFE?!

"Alright." Yuri acknowledged, nodding.

We made quick haste to the scene, scoping out the surroundings to make sure none of the members were outside.

"Here, take these earpieces so we can communicate." Lieutenant spoke. "Mrs. Lieutenant, you go with your husband to infiltrate. Take these." He handed both me and Yuri gas masks along with the ear pieces.

Me and Yuri nodded, moving into one of the entrances into the base.

"Hey." Yuri spoke, grabbing my arm. "You're not infiltrating. I'm not having you go into danger."

"What? Why?" I questioned.

"We can't risk it. Yor would get suspicious if you're hurt." Yuri spoke.

"She'll get even more suspicious if you're hurt. I can serve as backup to watch your back." I spoke.

"No. You can be backup from afar, but you're not going into battle." Yuri spoke sternly.

I glared at him, before huffing. "Fine. Whatever. But if you get hurt, then I told you so."

"Thanks." He smiled, placing the earpiece into his ear.

"Be safe, love." I spoke, leaning up and kissing his cheek before running away, to the side of the building and up one of the ladders.

I climbed up the ladder, listening to the conversation in my ear as I placed my gas mask on my face, just in case.

"I see six targets. They're total amateurs. They have to know the other bus is surrounded, but they're not being cautious at all." A man spoke into the earpiece. "Wait till all six are outside the bus. That's our opening. The guy with the beard seems to be their leader. Deal with the others."

I made it to the top, putting up the gas mask to wear and grabbed the gun from my belt.

If they have the audacity to even try something to those kids, I'll aim for the head instead of their legs... I thought, propping myself on the pillar cliff.

I took a quick look around, seeing as I'm probably the only sniper here. It wasn't the captain's orders, but honestly I could care less about what that man tells me. These are Yuri's orders, and as his coworker and "wife", I have to fulfill them.

"Do not give anyone a chance to radio out anything." The lookout ordered.

"Berta team, ready." One informed.

"Cäsar team, ready." Another informed.

"All teams ready. Prepare the tear gas." The captain commanded. "Execute!"

Two cans rolled into the way, causing the men to freak out.

"The cops?!" one shouted, confused.

"Koff! Retreat to the bus! Use the kids as-" I heard a man shout, but I didn't allow the man to finish his sentence as I locked my gun onto him, shooting straight into his head.

"Resistance confirmed." I spoke.

"Who the hell just did that?" the captain questioned.

"Me. I figured you needed backup." I smirked, following the battle with my gunsight.

"You didn't follow orders." He grumbled.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead opting watching the scene play out.

"A 'thank you' would've been appreciated." I spoke sarcastically.

"Aw! Damn it!" the supposed leader shouted.

He ran to the bus and gripped on the door handle. I was about to shoot before remembering how it could harm the kids if I miss my shot, and I redirected my gun.

One of the SSS agents quickly grabbed his arm and punched the leader in the face.

"A man your age, hiding behind a bunch of kids..." he spat.

Gunfire went off that wasn't mine, and the agent got shot in the shoulder by the leader.

"Ngh, yeah..." the lieutenant huffed. "Real mature!" he shouted, kicking him hard on the stomach.

The leader fell down and I watched a different agent fighting. I redirected my attention back to the leader and shot his leg, keeping him down as he tried to get back inside the bus.

Stay down, stubborn bitch... I thought.

I eyed the agent who got shot in their shoulder, making sure no remaining members of the Red Circus tried to harm them or see him pass out.

"Safety of the hostages confirmed. Berta team, do an area sweep as a precaution. We have one wounded." The captain spoke.

I climbed down from the ladder just in time to see Team Cäsar walking out, dragging the wounded one out of the building and taking off the mask. The agent shot turned out to be Yuri.

"Yuri!" I exclaimed, running over to him.

"He should be fine." One of them said.

"Fucking move!" I ordered, roughly slamming my shoulder on his and effectively pushing him out of the way.

"Ow! She's rude..." he muttered, rubbing his sore shoulder.

I observed Yuri's shoulder carefully as he groaned in pain.

"No major arteries damaged. Only one bullet. It didn't go out the other way, so the bullet is still lodged into his shoulder. Is there a first aid with forceps inside of any of the vans?" I questioned, doing my best to stay calm.

In actuality, I was freaking out. My hands were shaking along with my bottom lip as I took a deep breath, doing my best to stop myself from showing fear. If the patient (Yuri) notices I'm scared, he might get scared too, it'll speed up the pulse and the blood will pour out quicker.

Get a grip, it's not the first time you've seen someone shot. I thought to myself, hiding the vision of Rancher, or Hujo, or Net in my mind.

I'm not alone. I don't have a huge gun. I'm fine. Help is here. He'll be fine. I thought, my ears starting to ring from my blood quickening.

"No. We don't have forceps, but there's bandages." They spoke.

"We can get the bullet with this pocket knife?" another one questioned.

I shot them a look. "Are. You. Fucking. Stupid?" I spat. "Digging around in his wound will only cause even more damage. The bullet has done enough damage as it is, it's not harmful anymore. Just get the fucking first aid and bring it here."

"S-sorry, ma'am..." he stuttered, looking down. "I-I'll get that first aid, ma'am!"

"How you feeling, Yuri? You see any white or black lights? You feel overheated or too cold?" I questioned, looking down at his face.

"I'm dying!" he shouted.

"No, you're not!" I hissed, my tone harsher than I wanted it to.

Don't say stuff like that. I'm not going to lose another person like this.

"Here, ma'am!" the soldier came back.

I ripped open the first-aid, grabbing the bandages, dressing, and wipes. I cleaned off most of the blood I could manage with disposable wipes, and gently plugged the wound with foam dressing.

"YOWCH! IT HUUUUUURTS!" he screamed.

Where was that pain resistance while fighting earlier? I thought.

"Calm down, love. I'm trying my best, so stop moving." I spoke softly, hoping he'd copy my volume.

"Um, ma'am. I apologize for being clueless, but aren't you supposed to remove the bullet? I'm sure we could find a way without hurting him. Wouldn't keeping the bullet in get infected?" the soldier from earlier spoke.

"INFECTED?!" Yuri shouted. "Damn my luck! Why must I suffer like this for chihuahua girl, of all people?!" he screamed.

I rolled my eyes, quickly leaning down and kissing his lips.

"Shut it, Yuri!" I scolded. "You'll increase blood flow!"

He went quiet, dazed as he stared at me plugging the wound.

"As for your question. It's fine, it wouldn't get infected unless dirt or dust got into the wound, which is why I'm covering it so no debris gets in and infects it, along with stopping blood flow too. The bullet is sterile, meaning it's no threat to being infected since the gun's blast heated the bullet hot enough to where it flies in the air at the target, the heat cures the metal, therefore the metal won't be a threat. Plus, to be extra safe, the bullet is plugging the wound from bleeding out excessively, and it didn't go completely through his body, so that's good (for the most part)." I explained.

"Wow. You're smart, ma'am." The soldier gushed.

"I didn't even know that... damn..." the other soldier spoke, looking down depressingly.

Well, no shit. You aren't a part of the medical squad, and you don't seem to have been apart of the military. I thought.

I noticed the two medical personnel that are supposed to be taking care of Yuri instead watching from the sidelines away from the two rookie second-lieutenants and us. They must believe I'm doing the job good enough to where they don't need to step in.

"Hey! That's my wife so watch what you're saying!" Yuri declared, snapping out of his hypnosis.

I wrapped his wound with triangle bandage, (which is also good for filtering water, I learned when I was in the military!)

"There, done." I spoke as tears welled up in his eyes.

"It still hurts!" he complained, quieter then before.

"Want a kiss to make it better?" I teased, rolling my eyes.

�� He immediately directed his attention to the side, going quiet.

"Up," I commanded. "Let's get you to a private hospital." I commented. "And you two." I spoke, turning my head to the two men who watched the procedure.

"Y-yes, ma'am!" they both saluted, a little scared.

What the hell are they scared for? I thought, confused.

"Grab hydrogen peroxide and scrub the blood off the floors in there, really good. It'll lose all of his DNA in the scene, that way there will be no evidence of us here in case the Red Circus or WISE decide to snoop out the place after we leave." I ordered.

"Yes, ma'am!" they spoke.

"And good work today, men." I acknowledged, bowing my head and grabbing Yuri's hand that had his uninjured shoulder.

I dragged Yuri into the van, seeing that the captain was already there waiting for us.

"Hop in." He spoke.

I opened the door for Yuri (since chivalry is dead, I thought jokingly) and had him sit down. I got in and closely watched Yuri, making sure that he was okay.

"You disobeyed my commands." The captain spoke.

"Yes, sir. I did." I spoke.

"I told her to." Yuri admitted, panting. "I didn't want her getting hurt."

"It's part of the job to take bullets, literally..." the Lieutenant spoke. "However, because you disobeyed me, not only did you save the kids from a second stunt he pulled, but you also immobilized him to where we can arrest him. You also saved another solider from getting shot. And you're experienced in first aid as you've helped Yuri when other experienced agents couldn't get there in time or didn't know how." He sighed. "I really hate admitting this, but throughout the time we've worked together, you've exceeded my expectations; however, I am officially impressed in your abilities. I should've never doubted your position here as a SSS officer and lieutenant just because you are a lady."

"Thanks. I don't think you're that ugly." I admitted without second thought.

"Thanks— wait what?" he questioned.

"Hm?" I hummed.

"What did you— ...never mind." He sighed. "I'll write the report for the Director. I'll inform him of your vacations from work since I figure you'll help him heal." I was about to speak, before he answered. "Yes, you'll get paid while on vacation."

"Sweet..." I muttered.

"However, next time, please tell me if you disagree with your position in a plan or if you believe there's a better solution. If we're confused in action, we could die." The lieutenant spoke.

"Yes, sir." I acknowledged, feeling a slight pit of guilt inside of my stomach.

"And good job, Yuri. You never fail to impress me, as always." The lieutenant spoke.

"Thanks... can we just hurry up and get to the hospital?" he questioned.

"You heard him. Step on it, grandma." I gruffed to the male driver.

The hospital told me that the SSS would take care of the paper work and medical costs since it's apart of the job's perks. They gave me instructions on how to care for Yuri in his state. I led Yuri out of the hospital, taking the bus to the SSS building so we can go get our car.

Yuri was quiet the whole time, not that I don't mind. I understand with rethinking your choices and wondering how you got to getting shot since I've experienced it before.

I got Yuri into the passenger seat of the car and had Yuri toss me the keys, allowing me to start the engine. By now, us being alone in the car started to unease my nerves.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I suggested.

"How'd you know what to do?" he questioned.

"Dress your wounds?" I questioned.

"Yeah." He confirmed.

"I told you I was in the Westalis military when I was seven, did I not?" I spoke.

"You did, but how did you know exactly that?" he questioned.

"I studied up on first aid when I was seven, so I'd be prepared when they let me into the military after pestering them over and over to let me join. When I was in the military, they gave us first aid classes. Then, during battle, I lost two of my soldiers and friends in the battle, those two saved me when the bombings in Luwen, Westalis. If it wasn't for them, I would've died, and yet I couldn't save them because I froze up." I admitted.

"Then, I was assigned to another rescue mission a few weeks later, and my friend who was there to help save me with the other two, was shot. That time, I refused to leave. I was too close to enemy territory so the military refused to come aid us, I was low on ammo, and I wasn't strong enough to carry or drag him away without injuring him or making it in time. By a miracle, one of the soldier's heard my coordinates over the radio and retrieved me, but we had to leave because the enemy found us, and I had to leave my friend." I explained.

"After that, I left the military after some time, no longer wanting to watch those I love die or unknowingly step into another landmine, then I was sought out to be a spy, and I learned more medical shit there. And voilà, here we are." I smiled.

"Huh." Yuri commented.

"I also got shot twice in that last battle." I smirked.

"Twice? At seven? I can barely handle this!" Yuri exclaimed.

"I was just hella lucky I didn't die." I chuckled. "Now, what do you want for dinner?"

"I still have another question." Yuri spoke.

"Is it about dinner?" I asked.

"No." He admitted.

"I guess I can entertain you." I spoke, letting out a yawn.

"Why'd you kiss me? Twice?" Yuri questioned.

"That's what's so important?" I smiled. "Well, first was a good luck kiss. I was worried you'd be hurt, and look where we are. Besides, that helped our act." I explained. "And second, it was to shut you up so you didn't kill yourself. To calm you down."

Yuri hummed. "Do you want to keep our act fake?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned, turning my head to him before looking back at the road.

"I mean, earlier you were talking about getting rings, and I'll be honest, I've thought about it before." Yuri admitted, turning his head to the window. "I thought about it a lot, to where I planned to go through with it." He spoke, opening the car's storage port and pulling out a black case.

"...Yuri?" I questioned, surprised and pulling over to avoid crashing in my dazed surprise (I did it way better and more smoothly than Yuri did earlier that day, might I add).

"I figured... I'd make it official, especially if we're going to be living together for who knows how long. And... I might've caught something for you, and I was a jerk because I was afraid of falling in love with what I thought was the enemy, because I convinced myself that you'd leave; but you've proven more than once that you'd stay." Yuri smiled, opening the box.

"I know it ain't nothing fancy, no candlelight dinner or something. I would've planned something, but after today, I realized how easy it is to die, and I'd rather die knowing that I tried to be someone good for you rather than be some jerk." He chuckled.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I started crying.

"Hey! What's wrong? If you don't feel the same, you can just reject!" Yuri spluttered, looking at me concerned.

"Today's been such a roller coaster. First, I get all mad about you and some random chick because I was jealous of her taking you away. Then, I almost have a heart attack that my niece is in danger. After that, I swear I was going to die because I almost lost you to the reaper. And now, I'm being proposed to." I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I could've waited later." Yuri smiled.

"No. I'm glad you did now. I was thinking about sneaking out tonight and running to the nearest jewelry store to find a ring." I joked.

Yuri placed the ring on my ring finger and I smiled observing it.

Of course it has Yuri's touch. A ruby jewel and silver banding. I thought, swooning over the ring.

"Turn it over." Yuri spoke.

I took it off and turned it over, seeing that underneath, the wording "Mrs. Briar" was welded into it.

"I love it." I admitted. "I love you too."

"I mean, I'm hoping so." Yuri joked, causing me to laugh. "I love you too. Thank you for being with someone stubborn like me."

"That's my line." I smiled.

I'm happy, extremely, but I remembered what I have to do. As part of WISE and the SSS, relationships don't come first; work does. If Yuri found out, could he still love me? Would he still look at his (now-official) wife the same way again?

Something tells me if I told him, the only thing I'd receive from him is a bullet in my head. But I guess that's a story for later, huh?

Parts: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, current part, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

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dearsonyeondan · 1 year

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Yoongi. His recent airport pics 😩.

Okay thank you for writing off my ideas I've loved every one so far.

I thought to keep it simple, home alone together established relationship doing Yoongi's favorite thing sleep. While he can sleep all day she can't so she's trapped under his arm while he's snores slightly she begins playing with his bottom lip, nose, etc before placing soft kisses to wake him up hand under his top going lower getting a reaction outta him. While all of what she's doing is "Soft" Yoongi isn't known for being soft in bed. Hopefully this will do

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hi renae! you're such a dedicated reader and you have my inbox full of so many ideas. people love them and i'm pleased that you trust me to write them. this sinful piece is for you!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: min yoongi x reader [plus size suggestive]

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.5k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): this is pure sin. porn without plot, slight somnophilia, sloppy heda, ball sucking, dirty talk, doggy style, spitting, suggestive anal, big dick yoongi, hint of impreg + yoongi wants to be a dead, creampie [please never do this unless you're prepared for the consequences].

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: this is just sinful. fic below keep reading.

It was abrupt when you’d woken from your sleep, the soft breathing in your ear tickling you right out of your sleep. You knew it was none other than Yoongi who’d been too close to your ear, accommodating yourself to where he wasn’t breathing right down your ear canal. The moonlight crept through the windows so the view of his face was the highlight of being trapped underneath his arm.

He’d been working out, a thought to yourself as you reached to squeeze his muscle. You cooed at how hard he’d been sleeping though, deep rumbling in his chest and messy locks from traveling all day. The flight had been exhausting and of course it was for business, but he’d rather stay with you than in the hotel amongst the rest of the staff who would celebrate their time in the states.

You tried to budge underneath his arm, realizing that he was so deep in his sleep that moving would be impossible until he insisted on waking up around 8 am. It was 3 am in the morning and you were sure that you’d be up for a few more hours. You grumbled, mentally spanking yourself for trapping yourself in this position. You’d count sheep for the next hour and a half until you realized that it wouldn’t work either.

He hasn’t shifted a move and you so against waking him up that you endured the numbing feeling of being trapped underneath his soft and warm body. You admired his features and ran your finger over his smooth lips — surprised of their lack of chafing even though he’d been sleep for hours. His hair was in a ponytail, a few strands here and there covering his features. God, this man was beautiful and he was wrapped around all ten of your fingers. No matter how long you’d been with him — 2 years in a few weeks — you would never get over him.

Him. His entire being. His everything. You placed a kiss at his collarbone in admiration to the soft skin that he took care of. You kissed underneath his chin and your hand found themselves seeking warmth in his boxers. You worshipped him while he slept, something that he often did to you and all your skin. He’d tug and rub at your belly more than you’d sometimes be comfortable with just to show you how much he loved you. All of you.

“I’m starting to think you have a thing for somnophilia,” Yoongi purred, deep focusing hitting right along your ear since you’d been occupying yourself with light kisses at his neck. You giggled and immediately felt thankful that he turned on his back, rubbing his left hand down your back and the right through his hair.

“I was just thinking of how much I love you. I didn’t mean to wake you,” You said, stretching out and sitting up in bed. It felt good to be free, that was one thing you’d known.

“You woke me up alright,” He said, trying to contain and hide his boner underneath the covers. There was a slight flush at his cheeks as the two of you made eye contact. He tongued the inside of his cheek as his eyes danced over your body. He especially loved your breasts, wanting nothing more than to suck on the nipple for hours upon hours.

It was amazing the bond that you two shared. You needed to say nothing to understand that there was a mutual yearning between the two of you. You came from underneath the covers and swooped your braids behind your back, tugging the covers in eager fashion just to get your lips around him. His breathing picked up at the idea of you gulping him down like he was the key to dehydration.

You were quick to seal and pucker your lips around the tip of his member once you got the boxers down, a moan sounding throughout your throat at just how good he could taste. Min Yoongi was the upgrade from all your past men. He was the perfect combination of thick and long with the hint of a curve. He tapped against the back of your throat and the sound that had met your ears was enough to cause you to rub your thighs together.

“You’re a sin,” He mumbled, daring to make eye contact with the Goddess who had him on his back and grabbing at the sheets. “This your way of apologizing for waking me up? You know I’ve got business in the morning.” He placed his hand at the back of your neck, massaging your scalp and collecting as many braids as he could before pulling himself out of your throat.

You didn’t miss the way his thighs shook, tongue out your mouth as you disobeyed the simple instruction to let him breath and went to tickle his balls with your tongue. “Fucking..” He mumbled, throwing his head back as your hand eased the ache of his growing member.

Okay, maybe you were a little dick hungry. It’d been some weeks since you’d seen him and watching him through Twitter and personal FaceTime calls could not compare to the feeling of him being buried in your gut. Oh, if only his fans knew that half the things said about him were right. With the helpful guide to your head from your braids had he pulled you up to place a wet kiss at his mouth, tongue swirling and hitting your cheeks as if you didn’t keep his pre-cum warm.

“I should fuck the shit out of you,” He whispered against your lips, his dick thumping against your breasts. You pressed your breasts up against it just to tease him, wondering if he was going to cum before he even got inside you.

He knew the challenge and chuckled, sitting up to almost flip you over before you whined. “I need you right now, Yoon.”

“What if I’m hungry?” He asked, tilting his head and using the hand that captured your braids to slide down around your neck. “You wanna eat my dick up but I can’t eat you? Selfish girl..” He placed another kiss at your lips, the short sounds of losing your breath pleasing him.

You gasped for air when he let your throat go, tossing you to the side like a rag doll. It didn’t matter if you weren’t the skinniest girl, Yoongi manhandled you as much as he liked in bed. He’d put your ass up, spanking it several times until you could feel the juices seeping from your panties onto your lips. “Wet already? You need it?”

You nodded your head, gasping once he used his hand to press your face into the pillow. “Lose the arch and you lose your orgasm, sweetheart.”

No matter how many times you’d had it, nothing prepared you for the sweet stretch and sting that came along with it. He was barely in and you felt full — Full of him and soon full of his nut. He’d discarded himself of his shirt and placed his hands alongside your hips, shoving the rest of himself in with a grunt. “Ooh shit,” you cooed, rocking back to adjust to feeling him that deep.

What started off as slow thrusts turned into needy pounding. He needed you as much as you needed him. You could tell when you felt the saliva from him drooling at the sight of your ass and you two meeting hitting your puckered hole. He’d been wanting it there for a while, but settled for his thumb curving in as deep as it could.

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall would piss your neighbors off for sure, but you both needed to nut. He snatched you up by your braids and whispered filthy nothings into your ear, hand coming around to rub at your belly. He grabbed your pudge to pound harder and faster, your eyes rolling as you could feel the orgasm about to hit you like a train.

“Fill me up, Yoongi, please!” You cried out, his nose pressed against your neck as his hips faltered. Had you wanted a baby? You wouldn’t mind with Yoongi.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He said, giving you four more thrusts before he let you drop against the bed with his body followed after. He grinded his nut into you, promising that you’d make a beautiful mother if there was a consequence to this action.

“Hush, boy. I’ll make you a father seriously,” You said as he started to pull out, using his fingers to stuff the cum that leaked out back into you. He laughed with his whole chest, eyes crinkling as he tucked himself into his boxers.

“I’d love to take off work to have a family with you,” He said once he fell on his back, allowing you to snuggle up to him. “Let me sleep woman. You know I can go again,” He said as you rubbed your hand over his boxers. The twitch and throb that followed after let you know he was serious. For now, the two of you reassured each other of your love before you’d doze off.

Into a comfortable position, this time.

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eyeofnewtblog · 6 months

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This is Noni cat, and I got her 8 years ago from the shelter. They told me she was maybe six years old when I swiped my credit card for her.

She’s been a pretty active cat for at least the last 6 years; when I was living alone with just Noni as my roommate, she would jump out of my open 3 story window down to the second story window and demand food and pets, which my neighbor was happy to provide. Luckily he only had to do this once, but I was still mortified (especially since I was living in a no pets place and passing off my adoption of a cat as “my coworker is going through a divorce and asked me to watch his cat for a few weeks so that his ex didn’t cause more trouble” and all my neighbors were single older men, and I worked in a motorcycle place with 90% male coworkers so it honestly did fly under the radar…the only reason I was able to get her at all was because I did laundry/cleaning for one of my single coworkers for a week and put his number down as my landlord and he was like “yes, she can get a kitty, she’s done a really good job of keeping things clean and being responsible, I trust her.” FYI, I was also taking his dog on play dates at the doggie park down the street from me on my days off just for my own amusement, so like. He wasn’t my actual landlord but he also wasn’t lying about my ability to take care of an animal.)

Anyway, the only reason I ever ended up with Noni was because on my second date with my now husband I said I didn’t know if I wanted to buy a cat or a gun, and he and I spent 8 hours just bumming around all the pet places and gun shops that we both knew about (and meeting my aunt and grandparents because they live just up the street from one of the best pawnshops in the area, I “have some mail I need to pick up right quick, it’s just a five minute detour” and oh my goodness…you know that feeling when you see your family immediately like the person you’re dating? Yeah.)

So after husband and I move in together but before anything is official…there is a wildly out of control feral cat population in the area his apartment was in. Noni cat was fine, because she only ever hung out in the front or back yard, but the lady two houses up would put out multiple trays of food for 30+ cats. She was very sweet but also wasn’t trapping and spaying/neutering them, and we didn’t have any central ac (so doors open and fans on, we die like men, sleep with ice packs, and scrub the mud daughter nests out with dawn dish soap), so every summer, about once a week, I’d hear typical cat fighting noises, and go charging out to the living room where some random cat had Noni cornered. I stomp and shout and chase the stay cat out, Noni cuddles me for ten minutes in gratitude before the heat is too much for both of us, we move on.

Then me and husband buy a house in 2018. We move into our new suburban paradise, but alas…Noni cat is a straight up gangster cat, right out of Commerce City.

In all the years we have lived in this house, Noni cat has left a minimum of ten bunny corpses on the front lawn. Per summer.

I love her, I really do. And I recognize that cats should be indoor pets, for environmental reasons. But I legit cried when she brought a still alive baby bunny to the door (with every intention of eating it as is on the living room floor) and she accidentally dropped it and it tried to run away and instead of doing anything productive I just went inside and cried to my husband. Who laughed at me, rightfully so.

Anyway, she’s getting older now, and there’s definitely something wrong with her. She didn’t murder any baby bunnies at all this summer, got “old cat skinny and bony” and honestly refuses to go outside at all. She was always super cuddly during winter because cats like warm things, but now she wants cuddles and attention all the time.

With me starting a new job, I don’t necessarily have the money to get her fully checked out. I want to, she isn’t just a great cat, she’s the only cat my husband has ever liked; she’s wonderful and worth every penny, but fuck are we in a tight spot with his medical stuff and me having three jobs in the last 18 months. There’s no fucking ROOM on the credit cards to take care of her.

Husband found a vet that charges a lot less, but is an hour outside of town. What we save in vet bills we spend in gas to get there.

I don’t really have a point I’m leading up to, or a critical argument or analysis…my cat is dying and it fucking sucks on so many levels, because she was so instrumental in how I got where I am.

I just wanted to tell her/my story and have it be shared with random strangers who might have an interest.

#humans are space orcs #things that happen at home #cats are complicated #black cats are the best

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years

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A Heart Made of Glass ch.6

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision - (Past) Carol DanversxPowered!F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. Slow burn. Found family. Innocent crush. Mention of sleeping medication. Slighlty non-con for drug consumption? More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret

Hello guys! Once again I have to say I'm quite surprised at the response the story has been accumulating so far, thank you so much for your support, it really means the world to me. Now, once again the chapter ended up being far too long and I have to divide it in two, I really hope you like this one because we will have the aftermath of meeting Scarlet officially and some other surprises. Please do not forget to comment and tell me what you think, I love reading all your comments and tags, and even reading anons, suggestions and requests!

Reader is highly frustrated, they look for some advice and end up discovering somethings about Wanda and Tony. Wanda is getting weak and it is Scarlet's chance to do what she is meant to do.

Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Prequel Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

Chapter 6

The secrets you keep

The conversations we have

The car drive back into the city was refreshing for your mind.

You loved winter. Always had

It was the time of the year in which darkness would endure even more so than light, and while many people would think this a bad thing for you it was amazing. Perhaps it had to do with your powers, or just the fact that you had always operated in the dark, but there was something soothingly familiar in the long nights and cold nights that winter in the north part of the globe brought to you.

The lights of your car lit up the road before you, the house was left behind in complete darkness and you knew by the time Natasha and Yelena noticed you had gone without them you would be far to busy at school to answer any questions.

You really were quite smart when you want to run from confrontation.

Out of the corner of your eyes you could see the dim light of the sun trying to sneak around the mountains and the darkened sky. The music inside your car blasted through the speakers while you sang through the songs while you tried to ignore the burning on your neck and your back. In all this time what you were really trying to do was to outrun the heavy stare you could feel at the back of your mind, the familiar whispered of a voice you longed to forget.

A flickered to the sight told you there was a shadow in the window, but you didn’t dare to turn and see what it was. You didn’t need to, and if you didn’t see it well…it didn’t exist.

Right?

You sighed shaking your head, your eyebrows knitted together as you remembered yourself walking down the hall to Wanda’s room. The redhead had been fast asleep, the blanket you had placed on her was still neatly wrapped around her, her face a mask of pure peacefulness. Even if she had been using magic, Natasha had given her a doze strong enough to keep Wanda out of it for more than a couple of hours.

So, you knew Wanda Maximoff had not been the one visiting your dreams. Or trying to get your attention.

Perhaps you were paranoic?

The song changed into a more upbeat melody, your eyes flickered to the rear-view mirror and they soon fell on the skin-coloured bandage you had place on the hickey. The memory of how you got it was still fresh in your mind, your hands grabbed the steering wheel tight while the nails on your back burn with the memory. Whoever she was, that woman had shaken away your way in ways only Wanda had been capable of doing in the past.

The marks she had left told you there was magic at work, and the images of the dream, the words of Wanda, that dream Wanda haunted you even now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The word left your lips like a mantra, you returned your attention back to the road while furrowing your brows. “Friday! Call Tony!”

Your words came out like a desperate scream, you cursed once more just as the AI stopped the music and soon the car filled in with the sound of the ringing tone. While Strange had been your first option, and you were about ready to spill out your dreams and doubts to the man you realized he shouldn’t be your first option. Before you were right ahead and put the blame on someone it would be better to gather information, and Tony Stark was the only one you trusted enough to do so.

“It took you a week to call me back, kid.” The voice of Tony Stark was comforting, familiar to your ears with just the right hint of teasing and concern you had learnt to love in the other man. “Tell me you didn’t kill Maximoff because I’m not sure I can help you hide the body.”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head at the comfort you felt. Tony had been one of the few you had trusted with your life when you left the Avengers. He had offered a job, and the comfort of an easy life while you got your head around the break-up and the pieces of your life. He never asked more of you than you could give, and he always made sure to be right there for you even if it was difficult to do so.

“I didn’t kill her.” You answered flatly, tightening your grip on the wheel.

“Are you alright?” Tony finally asked picking up on your tone, you sighed shaking your head.

“No, Tony, I’m not.”

There was a moment of silence, you heard the man shifted and rummaged around before his voice was louder and firmer.

“Look, Kid, I know you didn't want her to know about you or your whereabouts." Tony did not hesitate in his confession; you huffed shaking your head.

"I'm not calling you because of that, Tony." You tried to evade the topic, right now the last thing you needed was for the topic of Wanda to come back when you were just trying to run away from it.

"What do you know about the multiverse? How much do you know about… dreams?" There was some hesitation in your voice, you couldn't help but think about the dream, about the images in it. The feeling of Wanda's lips on your neck, her nails scratching your back.

Not Wanda.

You swallowed down your emotions, shaking your head while trying to continue with the conversation.

"How is it possible to travel around the multiverse? Can it be done through dreams like America was telling us? That they reflect our variants or…"

There was a long silence, you could hear the movement from the phone while Tony got into academic mode. Your lips quirked upwards, the familiarity of it all was enough to make you relax into the conversation.

"It is highly probable that she knows more about the multiverse than we do." Tony cleared his throat and soon the left side of the window gleamed and you got to see his face. You snorted knowing he had hacked into your system just to make sure you were paying attention.

"Still, I'm not totally convinced with her theory, there are worlds that may not be tangible. The quantum realm is one of them. A universe on its own."

You listened to the explanations with a pit of pure fire in your abdomen. Tony projected some images, your eyes flickered to the explanation about string theory and the four levels of universes. Tony made sure to speak about the impossibility of other universes existing, but then breaking this conception not only under the concept of physics but also of philosophy and magic. Being an Avenger and being Iron Man had taught him the universe didn't work the way he thought it did. And as he continued with his words, you realized the possibility of an intangible universe that could sneak inside your dreams was possible.

That a variant of your Wanda was really possible.

Mine. Not hers. Only mine.

"The fact this girl can travel through them is interesting, and whenever this is over I wouldn't mind meeting her." Tony then fixed his stare on you, finally crossing his arms and taking into a fatherly pose he had learned to do recently. "Now, why are you so interested in the topic?"

You considered lying to him, pretending it was to know more about the topic. But something in your mind stirred with a warning, your back burning with the marks of nails and your neck pulsating with the memory of Wanda's mouth on you.

"I've been having some dreams. If I were to be honest, I've been having them even before Wanda and America appeared at my doorstep." You revealed furrowing your brows, the worry in your expression was quite evident and Tony could see you were really shaken by these. "But it wasn't until yesterday that I realized… they were not dreams."

"Y/N…"

You shook your head frowning, your lips forming a tensed smile.

"It's okay, I can deal with them but I just need some information, I was wondering if you can get some for me." You shrugged, turning your eyes to the screen. "I'm not sure Strange is working the way he should, and this case about the traveller from the multiverse is just getting on my nerves. I have a feeling that there is more to it than meets the eyes."

"I can certainly get Strange and Pym to help me out in this, perhaps Bruce? It would be nice to have them together." Tony made a contemplative gesture before scratching the back of his head. "Pepper is leaving for an event, and I'm alone with Morgan, I wouldn't say no to the help, she has a party with her friends this week and her newfound uncles can be a nice distraction for the tea party."

You let out a single smile, Tony was such a different person to the one you had met in your youth. Playboy, uncaring and a drunk, he had made himself a better person for himself and the people he loved; Morgan had been just the last straw he needed to be amazing. There was a moment of silence, Tony glanced at you through the phone pursing his lips before speaking up.

“Can I ask you and Morgan to make them dress up for the tea party? I will pay good money or whatever you want if you get pictures.”

Tony laughed shaking his head, his eyes gleaming playfully as he nodded.

“You got yourself a deal, kid.” You smiled imaging the scene, Tony shifted slightly pressing his lips together before he spoke again.

Better now than never.

"Before you go, there is something I want to discuss with you."

You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head while turning your attention to the road. After an hour of driving, you were finally getting into town.

"Sure, what is it?"

Tony bounced on his feet taking a seat on his favourite chair. He could feel Pepper's eyes on him, the weight of this conversation pressing inside his head. He stared at you, distracted by the road but serious and attentive to whatever he was going to say.

“I have always protected you, the moment I found out about you and Wanda and what happened with Vision I sided with you.” Tony let his words sink in, he tried to give you some time to answer or say something but the only indication that you were hearing him was the way you grabbed the steering wheel.

“But I also think ten years is a long time.”

“What?” This time around you did turn sharply towards the window, but Tony was glancing at you sternly.

“When she came here she was devastated.”

You were tempted to silence Tony, you really didn’t want to hear how Wanda was doing after the fight with Thanos when she finally realised she was alone. But you couldn’t stop him, and you kept hearing as he told you about Wanda and her state of mind.

“For her it was hours after she killed Vision and then, she lost Steve and she no longer had you.”

“You’re going to tell me you feel sorry for her? Tony, I was about to give her everything!”

You weren’t sure when you stopped the car, but you were gesturing with your hands to the image of Tony on the window. The stress of the week, the weight of having seen Wanda again was finally catching up, and you were now facing one of the people you trusted the most in the world and he was defending the one person that broke your heart.

“I know what she did. And believe it or not, she has been paying for that mistake all this time.”

“That’s not my fault!”

“I’m not saying it is, I’m just telling it’s been ten years! I’m not asking you to go and jump in her arms and go back to her. I’m asking you to be her friend!”

The car was left silent for a moment, you snorted, shaking your head while looking outside the window.

“Since when are you ready to protect her? Did she enchant you or something?”

Tony took a deep breath shaking his head, “since she cried her heart out to me all night long, and I realised if Pepper hadn’t been there to forgive all my misgivings, all the cheating, all the things I did before I became the person I am now, I wouldn’t have anything. I wouldn’t have her, or Morgan.”

You clenched your jaw, Tony’s words dancing around your head as you thought of Wanda again. It was the only thing you had been doing in the last couple of days and you were starting to get fed up with all of it.

“Why are you telling me all of this, Tony?”

“She will always pay for what she did, but that day after the funeral she came to me.” Tony remembered that day, Carol had been all over you and you were not indifferent to her. Tony had seen the look on Wanda's face and later on, when they spoke he could hear the traces of a broken heart in her voice.

The regret she carried with her was something that made Tony feel sorry for Wanda. Her life had not been easy, and her fears and insecurities had only made it all the worse.

“She was asking me for permission to stay at the Avenger’s compound and then she just…broke. When she asked about you, about your whereabouts, about your contact number she did it with one thing in mind.”

You hesitated, furrowing your brows, you glanced out of the window not wanting for Tony to see or read your thoughts on your face. Tony waited but when you kept silent he continued.

“She just wanted to be part of your life again, even if it was as a friend. She wanted to make amends, but she didn’t know how.” Tony let out a heavy sigh, you understood right there and then that whatever conversation Tony held with Wanda had changed his perspective on her.

“You sound as if you are siding with her right now, Tony.”

“I’m not siding with anyone, this time around. Ten years ago she broke your heart, and that was something I could not forgive at that time. But ten years, Y/N it’s a long time to hold a grudge.”

“I was ready to give her everything, Tony. The house, the family…god, my heart was hers and I was ready to be a fucking secret as long as she loved me.” Your voice cracked, you clenched your jaw just as the hickey in your neck and the marks on your back burnt with the memory of the other Wanda. “And then, when she supposedly wanted to make amends she goes all the way to Westview, my dream for her, and gives it to him! No, Tony, I’m not a fucking toy. Not anymore.”

Tony scowled at that, “don’t you think is really convenient that the world she made out of sorrow turn out to be your dream, that the kids look like you, that even the ring on her hand was yours…and yet, for some reason, Vision was there…as it the explanation of the soul gem was enough?”

For the very first time you were left speechless, you turned to Tony and the man had that glint in his eyes that told you he was analysing a situation that had not a good way out. You tilted your head, blinking away a couple of times before speaking again.

“What do you mean?”

Tony shrugged, turning around before settling the phone right in front of him again.

“There is something else that has been bothering me about Westview, and the sudden appearance of America. But, think about it.”

“What? That it was convenient that she thought of her dead lover?” You snorted, shaking your head.

“They had never been lovers, Y/N. After you left, Wanda…” Tony trailed off, the sound coming from the other side intensified and he sighed. “Look, I gotta go but just promise me you will think about what we just talk about, promise me you won’t let resentment dictate your decisions because…that’s not who you are, kid.”

“I promise.” You mumbled after a while, Tony smiled nodding.

“I’ll see you around, keep your phone at hand and take care.”

“I will. Say hi to Pepper and Morgan for me.”

Tony Stark glanced at the phone for a long time, Pepper came to him with a softened expression.

"How did it go?"

"You heard her." Tony huffed in frustration; you had always been quite stubborn with the Wanda topic. "I know I'm asking too much; I know what Wanda did was unforgivable but…"

"But ten years is a long time to hold a grudge." Pepper sat beside him, her arm went around his shoulders placing a kiss on his cheek. "They were young at that time, and we know that Y/N has always experienced emotions in such an intense way it is hard for her to just… let go. That's the reason she is still hurting…"

"She is still in love with Wanda." Tony leaned into Pepper's touch, thoughtful for a moment. "How did you forgive me? All of it?"

Pepper opened her eyes surprised; this conversation was something they had never held quite openly. Tony was more of an action kind of guy, the moment he tried to make amends he showed Pepper he had changed. But Pepper held her doubts for quite some time. She was waiting for him to start drinking again or going to parties and ending up with a woman or two in his bed. It never happened but her doubts remained for a long time.

"It took some time, Tony. I always feared I will find you with one of your girls in bed as I did countless times." Pepper offered Tony a shrug with a contemplative stare. "It broke my heart every time I saw you in such situations. That's why I only try once with you, if you mess up then I would have known you didn't love me enough and I could have walked away in peace knowing I did give it a chance."

"You are so wise, Mrs. Potts."

"One of us has to be, Mr. Stark."

Pepper kissed Tony softly until she broke the kiss with a smile.

"Do you think they… have another chance?" Tony asked all of a sudden, Pepper tilted her head glancing at the phone.

She knew Tony worried for you and now he has also worried about Wanda. Wanda had never been overly affective towards Tony, the past in between them was enough to make her wary of him. But that day, she had trusted him with everything, and Tony had finally understood her in ways Steve had done so from the very beginning. Pepper knew that day, the fatherly part of Tony had allowed Wanda in and now he was just worrying for the both of you.

What he had said to you was not the first time he voiced his concerns about the topic, and if Pepper were to be honest she also thought there was something else at play here.

"I'm not sure, Tony. Y/N was so hurt when everything happened, she has been running from this confrontation all her life. And Wanda… well, she just needs to heal before making any decision." The sound of small steps coming over and the loud laughter of Morgan called both their attentions.

"I guess time will then." Tony shifted ready to welcome his daughter with open arms. "Let us hope is not too late."

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Natasha hated magic.

She really hated the advantage it had given Wanda that first time when she sided with Ultron, or when the fight got too much. It wasn't the magic itself, but the wielder of said magic. Natasha had seen it create chaos more than saved lives and she knew first-hand the damage such power could create under the wrong hands.

Natasha knew Steve had tried to give Wanda the was training he could, the potential of the young witch was not missed on him and while Wanda had learnt about control and her powers in all that time; it was also quite evident that the way she experienced her emotions were a way for her to lose control. The information Natasha had gathered from SWORD and Rambeau was enough for Natasha to be worried that Wanda would lose herself all over again. The chaos she had created in Westview was everlasting, with the town still being affected by it.

Which brought her back to the situation at hand. Natasha had her green eyes on Wanda, the young woman was looking rather mad but also rather scared and emotion Natasha had seen on her several times. And this time around, the Black Widow couldn’t blame her; waking up after being drugged was not a nice feeling.

"What did you do to me?" Wanda asked again, holding Natasha against the wall, Yelena and America were standing by the side gaping at both women.

Natasha was impassive, as if the red tendrils of magic holding her against the wall were nothing more than decorations instead of a thread.

The morning had started like any other Monday morning in your household. Yelena had been on cooking duty that day; she was grumbling around while making sure to prepare the breakfast with America soon joining in with some amusement. It was quite evident Yelena was not a morning person, and her grumbling just got worse when Natasha came in asking if the breakfast was ready.

Conversation had been light, and almost playful, with Natasha already announcing you were gone and that they would need to move on if they wanted to catch up with you. America noticed the glances the sisters interchanged, and the young woman knew that you leaving that earlier was not a common thing. But before she could question it, or before something else could be said about the topic Wanda came in.

Natasha had been the first one to show in the living room and that was when she found herself being wrapped in red magic and pushed against the wall. Wanda was furious, red eyes gleaming dangerously and her hand stretched out holding Natasha against the closest wall.

Some frames were on the floor and Yelena could see some crystals and decorations broke on the floor.

"Y/N is not going to be happy when she sees that." Yelena mumbled shaking her head.

America for her part was more worried about Wanda and Natasha. Both women were glaring at one another, though Natasha was smirking as if her current position didn't bother her at all.

"What the hell did you do? Did it amuse you? Do you hate me so much?" Wanda asked again, more forcefully than before.

Natasha winced lightly though she recovered rather fast putting on the same mocking smirk she had before.

"I wouldn't say hate, but we don't like you that much, Wanda." Natasha saw the tightening of Wanda's arms, the flickered in those red eyes that indicated Natasha had hurt her with the comment. "Yet what we did was for your own good. Not because of our dislike of you."

"My own good? You drugged me!"

"Sleeping drug, mind you." Natasha tried to explain rather boringly. She glanced around herself then at Wanda. "Would you mind letting go? If I have wanted you dead Wanda I would have done so a long time ago."

Wanda scoffed without letting go, she turned her head seeing as Yelena and America glanced at the scene without doing much but observed. Then she noticed you were nowhere to be seen, her heart ached at your absence and when she turned to Natasha she hated the knowing glint in her green eyes.

"So instead of killing me you drug me to what? Give Y/N and advantage or what, Natasha?"

"Please, you may be powerful, Wanda, but Y/N has been training her ass off ever since she left the Avengers." Natasha replied with an edge to her words. "If she had wanted to, she would have wiped the ground with your face."

Wanda scowled at this her hold on Natasha didn't waver but her mind went to the fight the day before. America stepped forward placing a hand on Wanda's arm shaking her head.

"They were just trying to get you to sleep a little, Wanda." America explained softly though she also scolded Natasha who merely rolled her eyes. "I mean that was a little extreme but you look so much better today than you did a few days ago."

"No more panda eyes, and no more assface that's for certain an improvement." Yelena chimed in with a helpful smirk, Wanda turned to Natasha who held the same impassive glance Wanda was used to seeing on the spy whenever they were on a mission.

"Y/N wanted to tire you out, I just thought the sleeping pill would speed up the process." Natasha shrugged unapologetically; Wanda let her go slowly turning away from everyone.

"I didn't need the help; I was sleeping just fine." She said softly, Natasha fixed her clothes snorting.

"You didn't dream last night, did you?" Wanda furrowed her brows Natasha placed a hand on her shoulder. "No nightmares and you just woke up so… no, Wanda you weren't sleeping just fine until last night. Now let's have something to eat before we go."

"Go where? Where's Y/N? She isn't awake yet?"

Wanda noticed the way Natasha and Yelena exchanged glances, the four of them entered the kitchen with a table set for breakfast. There was something the two Widows were hiding but before Wanda could question it Yelena started talking.

"She is a teacher back at the primary school, she usually leaves before us." Yelena then pointed to the breakfast. "Now eat, America will come with me to get enrolled in school and then we will go to the mall for clothes."

America made a face by taking some eggs and bread.

"Do I have to enrol? I don't see the need to do so…"

Their conversation soon fell in the background, Wanda watched as Natasha placed a plate filled with eggs and beacon. Her stare stern, as her brows lifted.

"Eat."

"Are you going to boss me around now, Natasha?" Wanda asked in a low tone.

"Someone has to do it." Natasha fixed her own plate eating slowly before speaking again. "I won't apologise, and if you keep skipping sleep I will do it again."

"Why do you care? I thought you guys hated me." Wanda asked, playing with the food, her eyebrows knitted together.

Natasha shrugged, "not really. I was angry, still am. I have always thought you have missed the good things in your life for holding onto old beliefs and fears… but you have paid enough for that. Still are. Probably always will. Someone has to cut you some slack."

"Thank you." Wanda said nothing else, she started eating, hearing the conversation filled in the silence in her mind.

The rest of the meal went by uneventful; Wanda couldn't deny that the full night sleep and the warm breakfast was fulfilling at the moment. It was something she had been skipping for a very long time and now it felt heavenly to her senses. The lack of nightmares or the multiple scenarios in her head was something she was grateful for, and while she was still mad to be drugged and manipulated in such a way, she couldn't deny she felt good.

"Are you coming with us to the city or are you staying?"

Wanda weighed down her options, going out into town would be a great opportunity to clear up her mind and perhaps think about what to do next. But another part of her wanted just to be alone, perhaps get to think about what she wanted to do next without the rush that was America's conversation and the glares and sarcasm from Yelena. Wanda shrugged shaking her head while offering a reassuring smile to America before turning to Natasha.

"I think I'll stay, but you can go ahead and have some fun for a change."

"Will do." America approached Wanda offering a hug, she leaned in with a flicker of worry in her eyes. "Are you sure you wanna stay?"

"Yeah, I'm still a little tired so I guess staying behind will make me some good."

"Since you're staying, please help around with the dishes and the dinner?" Yelena chimed in shooting Wanda a half amused half daring glance. "I mean, you guys have been living for free here and as we could see in that TV show of yours you have learned to be a good housewife for a thing that didn't even eat, I guess now you will have some alive people that can tell you how good or bad your cooking is."

"Yelena!"

Wanda clenched her jaw hating the burning on her cheeks, her eyes grew red for a moment but then she just nodded.

"Fair enough."

"You don't have to do it, but it would be appreciated." Natasha clarified by placing a hand on Wanda's arm.

"No, I'll do it. I have to contribute to the household, it's just fair." Wanda replied, shrugging.

Yelena nodded her head impressed, but Natasha furrowed her brows looking at Wanda then back at the door.

"If anything happens, you can call. We'll be back later today." Natasha and Yelena soon made their way to the entrance, America stayed behind for a moment turning her attention to Wanda.

“Are you sure you want to stay? You know you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” America let her eyes take into the softening features of Wanda, the older woman nodded placing a hand on America’s shoulders.

“I’m going to be okay; you don’t have to worry.” America hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Want me to bring you something? And do you think you can convince them to let me skip school?”

Wanda chuckled fixing America’s hair, her heart shrank with the memory of the twins and her face broke into one of bittersweet happiness.

“I don’t think school is that bad, and…perhaps it would help you out.” She said locking eyes with America, the young woman stirred shrugging.

“Help me out with that?” America mumbled though she was pretty sure what Wanda meant.

Wanda shrugged stepping back, “to decide where you wanna stay after all of this, America.”

America made a face shrugging, “I’m not sure I like them that much, you know?”

Wanda offered a tiny smile to her, “I know I don’t like them that much, but they are not the only ones.”

America returned Wanda’s smile nodding while rolling her eyes, Yelena was screaming from the front door and the horn of the car was sounding rather desperate. Wanda chuckled raising a single eyebrow at America.

“If it helps some, I think Yelena likes you.” Wanda chuckled when America just winced, though she could tell America was also warming up to the blond Widow.

“Be careful and have some rest if you can, we will be back as soon as we finished everything.”

Wanda watched until the door closed behind America and the sound of the car leaving the front yard diminished in the distance.

The house was left alone.

Wanda stood there for what seemed an eternity until her eyes flickered down to glance at her hands. She observed the flickering of black and white before she shook her head trying to clear out her eyes. Her hands were back to normal, the young woman felt a poke inside her head and she couldn’t help but remember the day before, nor could she forget the morning she had.

The blackout was something she had gotten used to in recent months, but the sensation that she should remember something important was sometimes frustrating. Wanda pressed her lips together, her body trembling and her breathing increasing.

The deafening silence in the house was not enough to distract her, and in reality, it only contributed to her feeling anxious. The weakness in her mind was something she didn’t like, and while she understood Natasha had good intensions well…right now her mind was still fuzzy and trying to clear up her thoughts.

Just when she was about to occupy herself the overwhelming pain inside her head increased, and soon it spread out to her body. Wanda whimpered grabbing her head with both hands, this was not the first time that such a headache attacked her senses. But the last time it happened things had been…chaotic. She could barely remember what she had done, and it had been Monica the one filling in the blank spaces.

The world around her spin out of control, her knees buckled under her weight and Wanda let out a gasp filled with pain as she fell down to the floor. Her fingertips darkened and her eyes started gleaming red, she tried to grasp her mind, her sanity but was losing the battle.

Give in.

“No…” The word was just a meekly whisper before she knelt down clenching her jaw tightly.

She opened her eyes finding herself in an unfamiliar setting.

The first thing she noticed was the vinyl flooring with forms right under her, she took a deep breath getting used to her lungs while scowling at the décor of the floor and the walls. If she had any said in the decoration, this would never be the one she would choose for her home. In fact, her dream house would reflect the family home she had always dream for you and herself.

With a scowl still in place, she stood up and her eyes, a mixture of red and green, looked around the house with a gleam of amusement and disapproval.

The place was big, the great windows facing a beautiful sight of green and mountains and snow while the inside of the living room held a cosy feeling of familiarity yet it lacked the family that could be living there. It was a place owned by grown-ups, not people with children; the though made her heart shrank, her knees trembling as she straightened up fixing her hair while taking in every detail.

The place had a characteristic smell of forestry with recently made pancakes and coffee. Then, there was that unmistakably scent that was purely yours, something that had always made her feel at home. She could feel the smirk forming on her lips at the sight of such a tidy home full of fancy furniture and technological gadgets only you could enjoy. That was one of your perky characteristics that usually drove Scarlet mad because you could spend hours with Stark talking about technology while ignoring her.

And yet, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of something so yours. It was quite evident you had been the only one organizing the place and doing the decorations, a part of her felt relief that even though Natasha and her sister were there with you they had not said in what you did in your household or your life. Another part of her hated it.

The house should be yours and hers.

She lowered her gaze to see the hands that were hers and yet not hers at all. The black corruption on her fingertips was like a shadow, the proof that her dream walking had been successful. The clothing was certainly no something she would use, but she guessed Wanda had not much from were to select. Her lips tugged to the side, her eyes closing for a moment until she turned around to see her reflection.

Wanda had not changed since the last time the both of them had met.

Still so broken, and weak…So lost without any real power over what she wanted or how she wanted it. Wanda had been offered the world and she had hidden away from it, she had turned her back and lost it on a single day with a single mistake because she was afraid of who she was. Of what they were.

Her eyes glowed red and the glass on the frame broke.

She sighed turning around while gathering her strength and controlling her own emotions, she took a step forth, then another. Controlling Wanda, her Wanda, this Wanda in particular was far easier than trying it out with others; there was a reason for this, of course, but Scarlet Witch had not the time to think about it.

Agatha was right.

If she wanted her life, the one she had really built in Westview she would need to act fast.

Her feet moved one in front of the other, her mind clouding for a moment before she gathered the control necessary to keep on going. She was unfamiliar with the place, but for what she could gather she would have time to do what she needed to do; with her goal in mind Scarlet went to look for the basement until her eyes fell on the pictures.

It was like watching the life she wished crumbled under her feet.

You looked happy in all of them, and the pictures tell the story of your life right after you broke up with her. The suffering you had lived, the heartbreak you had endured while you tried to recover; she let her eyes wander around the pictures her counterpart had already seen with detail. In some of them you and her were smiling at the camera, and Scarlet remembered those days, the warm of your touch, the melodic sound of your laughter. The comfort of your embrace; Scarlet set her eyes on the Halloween picture and pain pierced through her heart at what she had lost.

Why?

She lifted a hand, her fingertips caressing the spot in which you were smiling. Her lips quivered, her eyes went blurry and she had to look away or else she would mess everything up. Though she wished she hadn’t done so, the moment she turned around her eyes fell in another picture.

Her eyes gleamed crimson as they fell upon your smiling frame right beside Carol fucking Danvers, the famed Captain Marvel wearing casual clothing while holding you to her. It was in that moment she realized most of those pictures had you and her together, smiling and rather intimate in their touches. And her heart broke again, and she hated it. She hated Wanda, she hated Hydra, and she hated the fucking gem that made her a prisoner for so long.

Scarlet clenched her fists almost breaking the picture until her mind caught up to the mission, she couldn’t leave any obvious marks or traces of her presence in the house. She took a deep breath and held onto the memory of you, the way you feel against her, your hand on her throat the kiss the both of you shared in your dreams.

It would be a matter of time.

Taking a step back, Scarlet turned around lifting a single hand in the air, her fingers wriggling around opening the front door to let her out.

Time to put her plan in motion.

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School time had become your comfort zone.

It was a place in which you could be a different person, you could be that nice teacher everyone loved because you were chill and laid back with homework and the strictness in your class. It was one of the reasons why you were in charged of the last year of Primary school and the last three years of Secondary one.

You walked down the hall with Noah, a nine-year-old boy, babbling away his activities during the storm. To his other side was his sister, Sofie that was just seven years and was not as outgoing as her older brother. The school was over for the day, and as had become your routine in the last couple of months you were taking them down to the main building where Vera would be waiting for them.

It started by accident, that day Sofie had hurt herself and you had helped out while Vera was called during an important meeting with the Minister and the school board. You had seen the young woman before; her husband had died during the Blip after his plane fell down without a pilot to fly it to safety. She was cute, and you knew how much she liked you but for you she had always been a friend, and her kids were a reminder of what you wished you could have. Yelena loved pushing you around and making sure the both of you were always alone, and while you would never admit to Yelena that you and Vera had fooled around a couple of times…you just couldn’t.

Vera offered a huge smile though her eyes flickered to your neck in concern.

“Hey, Y/N, how did it go during the storm?” She leaned in placing a single kiss on your cheek.

You lowered your head looking away before shrugging, “as expected, just a little boring and with lots of things to do around the house and the greenhouse.”

Vera pressed her lips together, her eyes falling on the patch on your neck then lifting to your face. You tried to remain impassive, knowing full well everyone that had noticed had asked about the same thing.

“I guess with your new visitors must have been hard, right? Old friends?” She asked trying to keep the tinge of jealousy out of her tone; after all, you two were just friends nothing else.

You opened your eyes in surprised nodding, “How did you know…”

“Oh, they stop by the store, you know? Mrs. Elly’s store and were looking for directions.” Vera shrugged lowering her gaze before settling her clear eye on you. “They seemed to be in a hurry to meet with you.”

You pressed your lips together shrugging, “yeah, they were…old friends. Nothing important really, just asking for help and a place to crash for a while.”

Vera chewed on her lower lip, she had tried to ask for more information early during the day when she met with America but the young woman was pretty good at evading questions and Vera couldn’t keep being noisy. With you, however, things were different. She knew if she were to outright ask you about the redhead and America you would answer with all honestly, and she wasn’t ready to hear the answer for fear of the redhead to be an old flame. Much like Carol Danvers.

“Oh, so that’s why America it’s starting school tomorrow?” She asked casually, you smiled at her nodding.

“Yeah, can’t stop her learning process just because they…” you gestured with your hands not offering major explanations about the topic, Vera nodded in understanding her lips curling in a sad smile.

“So, I guess we won’t be seeing one another this Wednesday, right?” She sounded hopeful, though her eyes flickered in disappointment when you were unable to hide your expression.

You hand went right through your hair, the sudden ached in your heart went directly through your body burning on the marks that you were wearing on your back and neck.

Mine.

Her voice, the finality with which she said it…It had been Wanda yet, it wasn’t your Wanda.

You stepped closer to the young woman in front of you, tilting your head you placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I have some things I need to work on, right now America and Wanda need my help and I’ve been…busy trying to do just that.” You lowered your gaze before turning to Noah who was looking at the both of you and Sophie playing around the park. “I just… I mean we can still go out if you want, just not…you know…”

Vera chuckled looking away to hide her pain, “yeah, I understand. Don’t worry, you can…I mean if you want you can invite her over.”

You snorted shaking your head before stepping back.

“No, I don’t want to invite her over, like I said she is a friend that needs help.” You put your hands away shrugging. “Anyway, I guess I gotta go, the road is long and I’m beat.”

Vera laughed looking at the building then back at you, “yeah, it was a long day. By the way, what happened to you?”

You tensed when she pointed to the skin-like bandaged you had placed on your neck. She eyed the bandage with narrowed eyes, though there was concern written in her eyes.

“Oh, I…I was…” You swallowed down thinking a mile per second on a good explanation, Vera waited patiently though she was getting suspicious by the second. “I…I cut myself trying to shave.”

Vera blinked a couple of times, at first you though she was not going to believe you until her lips quirked upwards and soon she was laughing. You chuckled nervously scratching the back of your head hoping Natasha’s and Yelena’s reaction would be the same though you had a fat chance of that happening. That was why you had been running away from that discussion all day.

“I mean, why? How were you shaving?” Vera put a hand on her mouth, though her other hand stretched out to touch your bandage. You stiffened but the young woman merely brushed her fingertips against it.

“I…I was using the…straight razor and it’s harder than it looks.” You smiled sheepishly; your chest tightened at the lie. “My cousin…Peter…he…he was asking for help for a date.”

It was the stupidest thing ever, and that lie stretched out as far as you could take it. But it seemed to work, Vera softened her eyes turning to her son then back at you.

“I wish there would be someone to help me teach Noah how to shave, you’re a good cousin, Y/N.”

And now you were feeling like shit because this lie was like an open door for Vera to see a side of you that she wished for herself and her family. A good person that could do stupid things like shaved herself to tech someone else how to do it. You didn’t do it of course, but…you shook your head. You needed a cold shower, sleep, and something strong to drink.

And for no one, and you really meant no one to find out about the dream.

“But was it really that bad?” Vera said all of a sudden stepping closer ready to take the bandage off but stopping when you took a hand to your neck.

“Eh, just a little, you know? Stupid to do it so low.” You smiled sheepishly stepping back again, lowering your gaze to the watch on your wrist. “I think I gotta go, I bet Yelena and the others are driving themselves to the walls waiting for me.”

Vera sighed disappointed offering a half smile, “yeah, just make sure America comes in early tomorrow and try to…I mean, I know Yelena was probably joking but tell her there is a no weapons policy in this part of the world.”

You chuckled knowing Yelena wasn’t joking at all, but you just nodded winking at Vera.

“You got it, girl. I’ll take care of that.”

“Okay, then see you tomorrow.” You nodded walking back before turning around and leaving, you didn’t need to turn around to know she was looking at you, leaving a strange weight on your heart.

You wished your heart was easier to manipulate.

That you could chose instead of…

You sighed accommodating inside your car, the music soon filled the inside of the vehicle while your hands settled on the steering wheel. The thought of going back home for the day made your heart fluttered painfully hard against your ribcage, you clenched your jaw while the rest of the body tingled with anticipation, your eyes fell on the bandage on your neck. You shouldn’t feel this way, it was probably that stupid dream and all the fucking mess that had fallen onto your lap because Wanda Maximoff couldn’t deal with it alone.

The road spread out before your eyes, you shut down every single thought inside your head while your mind focused on the lyrics of the songs blasting through the speakers. You refused to let yourself fall into a circled of thoughts about Wanda, about what was, about what was happening or what could happen.

At least not until you were faced with reality.

And that wouldn’t happen anytime soon if you could prevent it.

At the end of the day, the ride back home worked for you.

You sang at the top of your lungs to your favourite songs, the day at school had been good and now you had some work to do while distracting yourself from your guests. By the time you were getting home the lack of sleep and the long day were catching up to you, you already planned the rest of your afternoon and the night while thinking about the next day. It was as if nothing had changed in the last week.

As if Wanda had never come back to your life.

You yawned rubbing your eyes while parking the car into your garage, your eyebrows knitted together noticing Natasha’s car was nowhere to be seen and the house was still in the dark though it would take another hour before the sun and the daylight disappeared completely.

You stretched out, your lips curling slightly as you put on your headphones.

The day was really turning out to be better than your previous night. If no one was home that meant you could go ahead and do your normal routine before going to bed and pretend to be busy or asleep by the time Natasha and the others get home which meant no one would see and question the bandage on your neck. And you wouldn’t see Wanda at all.

A win-win situation.

With music filling up your senses you made your way back inside the house, the place was in darkness with just the faint aroma of coffee that didn’t even bother you at all. You went right ahead to your room discarding your clothes while taking off the bandage on your neck, your eyes went right to the mark the memory of Wanda leaning in like a vampire ready to suck out the life of you.

You clenched your eyes shut feeling a shiver of pure lust ran down your body.

Really.

You shook your head ignoring the burning memory of her nails on your back, while the music kept on playing inside the bathroom. It was such a bliss to get to forget everything, to try and run away from reality; it was something you had learnt how to do when your breakup with Wanda was threatening to overwhelm you. It wasn’t as if you were escaping, because at the end of the day the problem and emotions were still there, but at least it was a moment in which you could pretend, recover the energy you would need to keep on going.

Your eyes flickered to your form, always on top of the game training and educating yourself to be of help in ways others couldn’t. You offered yourself a smile, whatever was to come you finally felt as if you could face it completely, even if it was with Wanda so close by.

The house was still fairly silent, and you furrowed your brows thinking of all the places Natasha and Yelena could be with Wanda and America following them around. With a hand on your stomach, you decided it was time to grab something to eat before going to the office to work a little.

*****

When Scarlet thought of herself as Wanda, she was taken back all the way to Westview.

That was the perfect example of what she had wanted, of what she had desired at the moment she finally got a glimpse of freedom inside Wanda. Whatever had happened when she finally exploded, it didn’t turn out the way she wanted it; once more Wanda had made it possible for her life to be ruined in ways Scarlet knew would be quite difficult to recover.

When she walked around your house, she knew Westview was not necessary.

It had been convenient at that time, but perhaps what you and she needed was a fresh start. Billy and Tommy would love this place, they had loved the snow and she knew in this place their abilities would shine in ways the States would never make it possible for them.

When she got to your room her breath caught in her throat, it was you all over again. Those moments you two would steal back in the Avengers compound, she snuggling to you while hearing you talk or sing. Scarlet smiled sadly thinking about the lost time, then her smiled turned into a grimace and she couldn’t help the thought of how many women had shared this bed with you. Her hands clenched with sparks of red coming out of them.

The sound of an alarm on her wrist told her afternoon had already fallen and you and the others would be back soon enough. With a face she turned around making her way to the kitchen, she was getting exhausted and had used Wanda long enough to set up the very first part of her plan. Soon enough she would make you forget about everyone but her, and you two would finally get the happy ending you deserved.

But until then, she would need to make sure that whatever emotions your harbour for Wanda did not intervene with what she had in store for the both of you. Scarlet could sense her energy draining little by little, but until then she would make sure to make a right impression on you.

The kitchen was a complete mess, she made a face while flickering her hand so the dishes would be done while she got ready to make dinner.

The dishes were the easiest part, but the dinner was something she was not sure how to deal with. Should she make your favourite and let Wanda take the credit? Or should she make something simple and be thought of as lazy and unhelpful. With a face she opted for your favourite, if only to see your face before she had to go back to her prison.

An hour and a coffee later, Scarlet was getting ready to prepare the dinner. She was starting to feel the effects of her magic wearing down, Wanda’s consciousness trying to come back and Scarlet knew the more she tried to keep this the weaker she would be to try it a second time so soon. Though she could still reach you through the dreams, making sure you left with an everlasting mark would be difficult.

Her mind was running these particular thoughts when the sound of the front door opening and closing startled her. Her body stiffened hearing with care until she froze on the spot. Your voice washed over her with a wave of relief and comfort she hadn’t felt in a long time. She stood still waiting to see if you would come her way, but when she realized your voice was moving away she couldn’t help but follow you in silence.

It was pure torture, knowing she was just a few meters away and not being able to do nothing at all. Scarlet knew whatever step she made without planning ahead would end up with her losing what she had worked so hard to recover. Her eyes roamed around your body, her lips curling in triumph when she saw the mark of her nails on your back. Scarlet knew what she had done in your dreams would be on you all through the day and the week, she could read the deepest part of your thoughts and she found herself there. Over and over, a constant thought you were trying to quiet down.

The witch closed her eyes hearing the shower ran in your bathroom and your voice washing over her senses. She had missed this, your voice your playful tone while singing silly songs, letting yourself go and just….

Scarlet opened her eyes with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Soon.

Before the shower stopped or you were ready to leave the shower, Scarlet stepped back ready to make her way back to the kitchen. Her eyes lowered to the darkened skin around the fingertips, the ink flickering in and out just as her vision went blurry for short periods of time.

She was getting weaker by the moment, but she didn’t want to leave before she could give you her final gift. A dinner you would remember her by. With a content smile, and thoughts of you plaguing her mind, Scarlet went back to the kitchen making sure to work as fast as she could before you decided to go looking for food in the kitchen.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Little Harrington; C Section Birth - Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: While in labor the baby's heart rate drops and reader is rushed into OR to deliver by c section. She abrupts and loses a lot of blood.

Warnings: Mentions of near death and blood. Steve being worried. Reader nearly dying.

WC: 2k

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You'd been abruptly ripped from a very peaceful sleep nearly 38 hours ago due to some particularly painful contractions. Your water finally broke 16 hours ago and you and Steve have been at the hospital since.

"How are you doing baby?" He asked, rubbing your arm gently. He tried to conceal his worried state, but you always knew how to read him. He closed his eyes and leant down to press a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled weakly at him. "I'm so exhausted, Stevie. I want her to come out, like ten hours ago." You mumbled reaching up and pecking his lips quickly. "I know you're tired too, baby. You could have slept." You tucked a few stray hairs behind his ears before he shook his head.

He grabbed your slightly clammy hand, skimming his thumb over the back. "Absolutely not. You are my priority right now. I won't let you do this alone." If only he knew the events that were taking place in the 20 minutes that followed.

"Baby's heart rate is dropped. We have to get her out, now." The doctor stated in a tone that made you sick to your stomach.

You were sure you would have thrown up had you been allowed to eat anything other than ice chips since this morning. You were stunned silent. A bystander in what was about to become yet another near death experience for you. Only this time, Steve was not allowed to be by your side for it.

"Sir, you have to stay in here. She's going to OR." That's the last thing you remember.

While you were under your baby was born via C section at 8:02 pm. She was placed on oxygen for five to ten minutes before she was deemed healthy enough to go to Steve.

You, however, had hemorrhaged due to the placenta separating from your uterus before it should have. You were still under and receiving blood transfusions while your daughter was wheeled into the room to Steve, who was pacing nervously by the window.

"Where is my wife? Is she okay?" He froze, chilled to the bone at not seeing you being wheeled in with the baby.

"She abrupted, Mr. Harrington. They're giving her blood now. She should be fine." The nurse assured him as he finally began stepping closer. "We like to do about an hour of skin to skin contact with baby and mom, but due to the circumstances… would you like to?" She added, motioning to the baby that was wrapped in the typical white hospital blanket with the blue and pink stripes.

"Yeah, absolutely." He nodded, eyes not leaving his child.

"I've got you a gown so you can cover. If you need anything hit that button and someone will be in to help you." The nurse offered him another reassuring smile before stepping out and leaving him with his daughter for the first time. While he cherished it, he hoped you would have be here for it.

He quickly exchanged his t shirt for the gown and gently unwrapped the baby from the blanket before laying her against his chest. He chuckled at her sudden jerks, not yet used to being handled, albeit careful and lovingly.

"Hi there. I'm your daddy. You were probably expecting mommy, I know. She should be back soon. I'm never going to let anything happen to you, princess. Your mommy and you, you're my everything, you know? You will never have to worry about anything as long as I'm here." He rubbed her back though the thin gown and blanket he had tucked her under as he cooed at her. He had only ever been this in love with another person one other time, and he'd married her.

Some time had passed when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Steve called quietly, not wanting to disturb his sleeping child.

The door opened and the nurse that had brought the baby walked in. "Mr. Harrington, it's been about an hour and we usually try to get them to eat around this time after they're born. I'm not sure whether the plan was to breastfeed or not, but I brought a bottle for her. I can feed her if you need me to." The poor girl was trying so hard not to offend him, but she'd been around long enough to know that a lot of fathers left everything up to the mothers. She knew with you being in recovery that that wasn't an option.

Steve shook his head, but still sent her a smile, calming her nerves. "I've got it. Regardless of the plan she's got to eat." He said, reaching for the bottle that was being offered to him. "She's got to grow up to be a fighter just like her mommy, huh?" He smiled back down at the baby before repositioning her, which woke her up.

"Sometimes it takes them a little while to latch, so again, if you need some help, you know what button." She gave him a small nod, content with the scene she so rarely saw.

True to warning it took nearly half an hour to get her to actually latch onto the nipple of the bottle and feed.

"Look at you, baby. You're such a quick learner." He praised her gently as he watched the formula slowly disappear from the bottle. Once it was clear she wasn't going to take anymore, he turned her to rest against his chest again and patted her back gently, earning a few small burps. "Your Uncles Eddie and Dustin are going to be impressed with that, princess." He chuckled, enjoying every moment, but still worrying for you.

The nurse had come back over the next couple of hours, helping show him about diaper changes because while he had held, fed, and burped babies before, he always gave them back for diaper changes. He sat silently when they came and took her for her first bath, making sure all of the birth gunk was cleaned off of her.

When the door opened again, he expected it to see the nurse with the small bassinet. However he was greeted with the doctor.

"Mr. Harrington. Good news and bad news."

"Bad news first."

The doctor went on to explain in detail just what had happened during your labor and birth. "But, she responded well to the transfusions and her vitals are strong. She'll be back in here with you in the next hour or so, so that's the good news. You will have to take on a lot once you guys are discharged. She won't be able to do much of anything for the next several weeks, so make sure she's not overdoing it." He added, reaching out to pat Steve's shoulder.

"Absolutely not. She'll be taken care of." He stated with a nod. "Thank you for taking care of her in there." He added, truly meaning it. He didn't know what he would have done if you hadn't made it out. It's not even something he would want to think about.

Once his baby was brought back, he was also handed some paperwork to fill out for her birth certificate and other documents, leaving just the spaces for your signature.

"Wow." The nurse chuckled, looking over the papers. "Dads almost never know this much. You're going to be everything that little girl needs." She smiled, glancing into the bassinet.

"I certainly hope so. Her and her mom are all I need." He smiled, shifting around in the uncomfortable chair.

"Speaking of," The nurse smiled as a knock sounded on the door. "I think she's back."

Steve jumped up as the door opened, revealing you on the hospital bed, eyes closed but chest rising and falling. Signs of life.

"She's doing great. The anesthesia should be wearing off. If she stays asleep it's just because she's exhausted." The nurse that had been in charge of your care stated, positioning the bed back where it had been hours previous.

Steve nodded, eyes watering at your peaceful face. He can recount too many times he'd had this same feeling, looking at you. The first being in the Byers living room, nail bat in his hand. He'd just fought off the scariest thing he'd seen in his life up to that point. The most recent, previous to now, was when you and Dustin hauled Eddie out of the Upside Down, unable to tell where your blood ended and Eddie's began. There were plenty of times in between, but he'd rather not focus on that now.

Right now, he wanted to focus on you. On your healing. On your baby girl sleeping feet from you, and you completely yes blissfully unaware.

"Thank you." It was all he could muster, that and a curt nod, dismissing the two nurses.

He was finally at peace enough to stretch out on the uncomfortable couch in the corner and fall asleep for the first time in close to 48 hours. He woke up at every cry and whimper from the baby through the night. He didn't want your rest to be interrupted, especially with the outcome of the abruption. He fed her, cuddled her, and changed her all the while you slept.

You'd been out both medically induced and naturally for the past 12 hours. It was 8 am and Steve had just finished changing the baby when your eyes fluttered open. "Where's my baby?" You asked, looking around the room.

Steve smiled at you, pushing the bassinet over. "She's sleeping. You wanna hold her?" He asked, stopping where you could peer in to see her.

"Yeah, please." Your eyes filled with tears as you looked from her to him. "Can I have a kiss first? I thought I was going to die Steve."

The shake in your voice killed him. Devastated him. "I know baby, but you're okay." He walked around and leant down, pressing a long kiss to your lips. "I love you."

You smiled and nodded, then though tears slipped from your eyes. "I love you too."

He kissed you a couple more times. "Let me call the nurses in and tell them you're up. They're going to want to check you and that's going to be hard holding the baby. It'll be quick though, I promise."

You nodded and laced your fingers with his. "Okay, but, how is she?"

He pressed the call button and smiled. "She's perfect. She's got your nose." He tapped your nose, then your chin. "And this too. But I think she's got my eyes and lips." He grinned as the door opened.

Half an hour later, you finally had her in your arms. "She is perfect." You grinned, poking at some eggs that were brought to you as well.

"She looks just like you when she gets annoyed at me. Scared the crap out of me the first time." He chuckled, sitting next to you on the bed.

You couldn't help but laugh, then groan as your stomach muscles tightened. "Don't make me laugh, please." You whined, resting against him.

He kissed your shoulder, then the side of your head. "Considering I'm naturally funny, I don't know how you expect me to turn it off, but I'll try, for you." He sighed dramatically, causing you to give him a look. "See, that's the look I was talking about. I woke her up to feed her last night. She looked just like that." He smiled, leaning down to kiss the line that had creased between your eyebrows.

"You're lucky I love you so much." You giggled lightly, turning your face up to give him a kiss on the lips.

He smiled and nodded when you pulled back. "I consider myself the luckiest man on the planet, actually." He stated matter of factly.

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juddygirl · 1 year

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The one where Daniel gets a Divorce

Max & Daniel - 1001 words

Daniel can’t believe it, he has to go back to his parents for a while. Maybe just a day or two, enough to sort things out. He’ll call them to let them know they’ll be arriving at their house in two or three hours, he needs to feed the kids still. It’s 8:30 pm and they haven’t had dinner. He’s just had enough time to pack each of them a bag with their favourite toys, and some clothes before carrying them to the car and buckling their seat belt, hands shaking from the adrenaline..

They didn’t ask questions, his eldest followed him to the car, clutching the book he was reading by himself. The youngest just cried in terror when his mother started shouting. He’s calmed down now. She says she’s hungry, but Daniel isn’t.

“Okay princess, Daddy’s going to find somewhere to eat, and then we’ll go spend some time at granny and grandpa.” He says, checking for their reaction in the rearview mirror.

He keeps an eye on the empty road, and makes a left to a Burger King he just spotted.

He holds back his tears when he tells his mother that it’s over, they are getting a divorce. She tries her best to comfort him, but they expected it.

Daniel had been nice, always too nice, giving his wife too many chances at proving she still cared about them more than she did her career. That night was the last straw. To Daniel, it was one thing to care about her career, cheating on him was another one he couldn’t accept. She had excuses, some of them probably good. But their relationship had been over for years now. They’ve spent the last year doing nothing but arguing when she was home. He couldn’t do this anymore.

He lets them pick whatever they want to eat, put a paper crown on each other their little heads and take a picture. His daughter looks so tired, her eyes half closing when he chews her burger he cut in half. She falls asleep in his laps ten minutes later. His son still looks scared, he gets some screen time before they head back on the road.

The kids are fast asleep in the back, and Daniel wants someone to talk to, he can't stand any of the music in his playlist or anything on the radio.

The first person he thinks of talking to is his Max, he’s somewhere in Singapore right now, there is a race tomorrow. It’s late for him too, and he might be busy, but he picks up. And first makes sure that everyone is safe, that Daniel has somewhere to take them, when he mentions his parents, Max sounds reassured. He’s very sorry Daniel’s getting a divorce.

“Tell them I said hi.” He says, and then tells stupid stories to Daniel. Random things he thought were funny, annoying colleagues and all that and the two hours go by quickly. Daniel has made it to his parents. “Of course you can call me again, if you want to.” it warms Daniel aching heart.

The phone calls become a regular thing. Both were drivers, Max is at the end of his career, with six World Champion titles, Daniel retired ages ago.

Max knows when Daniel's divorce will be finalised, because he said it once in a phone conversation and Max didn't forget. Daniel never mentions it ever again and instead talks about his new life with the kids, the farm, and how they are watching Max’s last couple of races. Daniel would be there for his last, but you know… Max knows, on the Tuesday following the last race, he signs the papers to end his marriage.

Daniel got some new animals, big ones he's scared of but the kids love. He's even grown his first carrot, and texts Max "wish you were here to see my beautiful baby". It’s so cringey it makes Max laugh, he replies "on my way" and rings Daniel's doorbell many hours later, freshly retired because the next Daniel will be divorced, and a judge will decide if he gets full custody or not. Daniel wants fairness, and split the custody in two. She’s doesn’t.

He wants to spend the night ignoring his feelings and do something stupid like in the good old days but his youngest can't sleep, so she stays awake with her dad and uncle Max, she even sits on his laps and not her dads, because she sees her dad everyday, but not uncle Max.

Maybe then Daniel gets teary-eyed about not seeing his children as often as he would like if they go for a split custody and Max offers the warmest hug and Daniel miss him, even though he's right here, he's missed all of Max, his warmth, his voice, his face, the way his fingers curl around his shoulder, and the filthy stuff he always says under his breath to make him laugh, his smell and his little accent.

Max doesn't leave Daniel’s side. Grace, Michelle and Joe are here too. The judge grant Daniel custody for most of the time, she gets them on weekends and for some holidays.

Max still doesn’t leave his side when they go to dinner to celebrate, not later that night when Daniel cries about this finally being over, not a week later when he’s supposed to fly back to Monaco.

Daniel is thankful for that. He kisses him, shily when Max mentions his family is gonna fly here for the holidays, because leaving feels wrong. He didn’t need to explain much, as soon as he mentioned Daniel’s getting a divorce they understood. They bring his two cats, and they fit right in Daniel’s farm. He slowly moves in, Daniel makes some room in the closet and dressers, his name gets added to the mailbox, the spare room houses his sim racer now. And everything feels finally right. The kids love him, Daniel even more.

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #maxiel fic #juddyswriting

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padawansuggest · 11 months

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Today has been. A fucking roller coaster. As per my post this morning I know I told y’all I woke up at a 9 that spiraled into a ten but lemme tell you what overall happened.

Got back to sleep around 3 hours after I got the nerves to calm down

Woke up four hours later at a 9 that only just barely didn’t spiral

I didn’t even use the bathroom I just pulled on a bra and shorts and a dress and grabbed the bag I made up that morning and left the house for urgent care. No ambulance for UC but it’s literally just around the corner

Only go there instead of ER cause sis reminded me my GP JUST swapped over there so it’s time to get some real help from someone who doesn’t think I’m drug seeking even if I’m at a pain level so high I’m considering S-wording myself

She tells me that even if I have all the symptoms but dryness from sjögrens, a flare up isn’t supposed to be a 9-10 so she thinks it’s an infection and tells me to get antibiotics and oxycodone

Lol as much as I was blinking to stay awake in the store and also I accidentally texted a no-reply number but idk if someone on the other end saw that lmao, it’s not as powerful as they say

So the pain is THAT bad

Two hours later the pain was that bad again

I tried to nap I took pain killers I took another oxy two hours early I played a video game

I am considering if I want the next oxy now that I am past the time limit idk it’s not that bad probably because I’ve been rubbing numbing gels all over my face for hours

Anbesol was really perfect for helping numb my mouth enough to eat something with actual texture to it so that was nice

Idk man it’s been a long ass day and all this shit and it’s still not enough

Istg if this one isn’t gotten rid of with antibiotics I’m gonna scream. Doc seems convinced it’s an infection rollover and I trust her but the ER doctor (while they are always very nice and helpful to me, they’re only really useful for shit like emergency imaging which the radiation tech loves cause he gets overtime lmao) was like. Yeah we could give you a different antibiotic… and made it seem like it was cautionary and not the real solution but idk wake up at a 9 twice in one and maybe it’s an infection

Srsly I got a mental health appointment for the 21st but I’m starting to think if I wake up at a 9 more than twice in one day tomorrow I’m not gonna make it to the 21st

My only saving grace is that I didn’t get sugar at the store. This may seem odd but I am allergic to cane sugar, but when I’m stressed I don’t binge but I do reach for the sugar and end up with mouth ulcers so that’s not like. Nice. Proud of my for avoiding sugar and alcohol in a single trip. Of course, I am also on oxy so idk I don’t wanna DIE

Btw nicest pharmacist ever, he said that since I had a drug I was also picking up today that wouldn’t be safe with oxy, the insurance would not cover the oxy, so he swapped it from 25$ capsules to 8$ tablets and I was okay with paying full for only 8$ lmao he’s amazing.

Um. Love y’all. Glad I went to ER a few days ago and glad sis reminded me they ain’t shit and to go to doc UC today.

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Crashing Waves XI

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Warnings: referenced blood, referenced wounds, referenced stabbing, referenced drowning, referenced death, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee was in surgery for two hours. Thirty stitches, one hundred units of blood, and a two hour long surgery. But Whumpee was alive. And would live.

Caretaker was there when Whumpee woke. They stirred more quickly than they had the previous two times they were in the hospital, wincing as their side flared with pain.

“Hey kid, welcome back.”

Whumpee winced again, hands clutching at the hospital blanket. “H-h-hey,” they managed to grit out.

“I’m getting a nurse for you so you can have something for the pain.”

“N-n-no. S-s-sedation,” Whumpee hissed.

Caretaker had already pressed the call button. “I won’t let them sedate you. But I won’t let you be in pain either.”

“I’m f-f-fine,” Whumpee whined as they tried to shift in the bed. They gasped with pain as fire lanced through their side.

Caretaker rolled their eyes. “Sure, kid. Just as fine as me.”

Whumpee’s eyes searched Caretaker’s face and they opened their mouth to reply, but the nurse came in at that moment.

“You rang, Whumpee?”

“Can we get them something for pain? They’re in a lot of pain,” Caretaker said hurriedly, not letting Whumpee send the nurse away.

“Absolutely I can. Whumpee on a scale of one to ten, how bad is your pain?”

“A-a-about a seven.”

“That would be a nine then.” Caretaker added.

Whumpee shot Caretaker a dark look. “I’m fine–”

“If you continue that sentence, I will let them drug you so much you stay in bed and sleep the entire time you are supposed to be here. Let them help you, Whumpee. Please.” Kid, I need you to be ok. And you won’t be ok if you don’t give your body a chance to heal.

Whumpee considered a moment before nodding. The nurse injected something into Whumpee’s IV and Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief as the tension drained from Whumpee’s face. Whumpee’s breaths slowed a little and became deeper as they relaxed, no longer in pain.

“Better?” Caretaker asked tentatively.

Whumpee nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Caretaker kissed Whumpee’s hand.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Scaring you again.”

Caretaker’s heart twinged. Whumpee was apologizing to them. THEM. They were the one who should be apologizing. They left Whumpee to be attacked. Left them defenseless. Left them for dead. “You have nothing to apologize for. I…I owe you an apology.”

Whumpee shook their head. “No.”

“I do. I left you before we confirmed Whumper was in custody. That was stupid. It put you at risk. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You didn’t know.”

“But I shouldn’t have done it. I put you at risk Whumpee. I almost lost you twice. Twice to this guy. I don’t know what I was thinking to leave you alone like that.”

“It’s ok, Caretaker.” Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hand. “I’m ok.”

You are not ok. You died and came back to life twice because I wasn’t fast enough. Because I put convenience over your safety. And then you were impaled by a saber. And almost died. Again. “You’re not right now, but you will be.”

“I did handle myself pretty well,” Whumpee said with a smile. “Did you see the shot I made?”

“You got them good, Whumpee. Whumper’s going to be hurting for a long time.” But not long enough.

“Not too shabby for a two time silver medalist! They’d already stabbed me. I was on my knees and I made the shot.”

“Definitely a gold medal shot, kid.”

Whumpee’s eyes lit up. “You mean it?”

“Yep.”

The doctor came in a couple of hours later as Whumpee was dozing on a cloud of bliss from the medication. “We really need to stop meeting under these circumstances, Whumpee.”

“You think this is bad, you should see the other guy,” Whumpee said sleepily.

The doctor laughed. “I have. You have terrific aim, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s smile grew. “Two time silver medalist.”

“So Caretaker told me. I want to keep you here a couple of more days, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s smile slipped. “Why? I’m fine. One hundred percent.” They tried to sit up a bit more and winced. “Ok, maybe ninety percent.”

“Well, I need better than what you call ninety percent. I don’t often have a patient nearly die as often as you do in a short span of time.”

“How long do you want them to stay, doctor?” I will make sure they don't leave this room until you give the all clear. Until they are safe.

“Let’s see how they do after a couple of days.”

“No fun.” Whumpee pouted.

“I imagine Caretaker here will keep you company, Whumpee.”

Over the next few days, Whumpee had several visitors. Their mother and sister popped in. After many assurances from Whumpee, their mother did not cancel her vacation to the Maldives.

“I’ll be fine, Mother,” Whumpee had said. “Whumper’s under armed watch. Caretaker is here. I’m fine.”

Whumpee’s mother had tried to argue, but after Caretaker gave a nod of reassurance, she left, with Whumpee’s sister in tow.

“I want the full blow by blow when I get back, Whumpee.” Whumpee’s sister called over her shoulder as she followed their mother, grateful that Whumpee didn’t let her vacation get canceled.

Teammate One and Teammate Two came next.

“What happened to your hand?” Whumpee pointed at Teammate One’s casted left hand.

Teammate One’s cheeks reddened as Teammate Two said, “They lost a fight with a car door. Their car door.”

Caretaker had known Teammate One broke their hand punching the car when Whumper was missing, but seeing them not want to share that with Whumpee told Caretaker just how much Teammate One cared. Their secret was safe with Caretaker.

“That sucks, Teammate One. You’re not usually so clumsy.”

“Yeah, well someone needed to fill in for you,” Teammate One teased.

“I am not clumsy!”

Teammate One gave Whumpee a blank stare.

“Gravity and other objects in the world are just attracted to me. It’s not my fault!”

“You’re just so irresistible,” Caretaker whispered as they gave Whumpee’s hand a squeeze.

Teammate Three had called to check to see if Whumpee was up for more visitors. Whumpee had fallen asleep again, smile still on their face. Caretaker had promised to call Teammate Three the moment Whumpee was ready for another visit.

Caretaker was there the entire four days Whumpee was required to remain in patient. Caretaker was there holding their hand, kissing their forehead, watching them sleep. Caretaker was never going to let Whumpee leave their side again.

And so this time when Whumpee discharged, Caretaker was prepared. They’d had Teammate One pack them a suitcase full of clothes. With more ordered to be delivered to Whumpee’s family house at the beach. Whumpee had wanted to go there immediately after they discharged.

“I want to go away when I get out of here.” Whumpee had said on the third morning. They had been staring out the window when Caretaker had gotten back from the cafeteria, two large coffees in hand.

“Sure thing, kid. I could use a vacation. We both could after all of this. Where do you want to go?”

Whumpee took a deep breath. “The house at the beach.”

What? Kid, what are you thinking? Caretaker didn’t argue with Whumpee’s morbid wish. “Ok, kid.” They simply made sure that there would be no way for them to be separated.

Whumpee was silent the entire drive to the house. Caretaker didn’t like the silence. They weren't used to Whumpee being so quiet. They didn’t like it at all. Because it left them to their own thoughts, too. Memories of racing up this road. Racing down the sand. Waves crashing over the crosses. Digging endlessly. And finding Whumpee. So many dark memories.

Whumpee reached over and gave Caretaker’s shoulder a pat. “I’m here, Caretaker. I’m ok.”

Caretaker ducked their head. “I know, kid. I know.” They gave the back of Whumpee’s neck a squeeze and continued onto the property.

Whumpee walked slowly and carefully through the house. Even though they had been cleared for discharge, they still had stitches that needed removal in a few days. And muscles that were still healing. By some miracle, the saber had missed anything vital. Caretaker had thanked whichever angel had been watching over Whumpee when they had failed.

Caretaker dropped the bags in the foyer. They’d deal with them later once they got Whumpee settled and fed. “Where do you want to relax for a bit, kid?”

Whumpee had made their way to the floor to ceiling back windows that overlooked the patio, pool, and beyond that the ocean. “It’s not too cold outside just yet. The sunset is soon.”

Caretaker walked with Whumpee outside, letting Whumpee pick which outdoor couch they would sit on. Whumpee picked the couch that faced the ocean and had a firepit in front. Caretaker lit the firepit because despite what Whumpee said, it was cold. Caretaker settled on the couch next to Whumpee, wrapping an arm around Whumpee. Whumpee shivered next to them, leaning into their warmth. “Kid, you’re freezing.”

“I’m ok,” Whumpee said, eyes never leaving the ocean.

Caretaker got up and grabbed a blanket from inside. They wrapped Whumpee in a blanket as they sat on the outdoor couch, fire pit in front of them. “I am so, so, so glad you are still here, kid.” They kissed the top of Whumpee’s head.

Whumpee nuzzled into their neck. “Me, too.” Their eyes never left the sea.

“I love you, Whumpee.” Caretaker hugged Whumpee tightly.

“Love you, Caretaker.” Whumpee whispered back.

And together they watched the sun set, dipping below the crashing waves.

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 9 months

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OMG IM SO EXCITED TO THIS INSTALMENT ARGHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DO

Word count : 4k

Warnings : mention of food and dieting , Weed

IM SO EXCITED

Mattys POV

(A week or so has gone by since last instalment)

Oh my god things have been wild lately, George is finally visiting today he's going to be here for at least ten days I believe and I can't bloody wait for it. I couldn't sleep last night we were up all night on FaceTime, he fell asleep eventually because he "didn't wanna look like complete shit when we first met", which is stupid because he can't look bad in anyway , to me. His train was due at 4 this afternoon but since I hadn't slept I had started getting ready at 7am , showered, dressed in skinny jeans and a floral shirt that I'm sure I stole from my mum once upon a time and my Docs because what else would I wear, I had spent at least half an hour just trying to make sure my hair didn't look like a damn bird nest or that I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, brushed my teeth and even had some breakfast. It was now 8:30 and I'm pacing, like actually pacing because I hate waiting. He'd texted me this morning but he doesn't want to show me his outfit because he wants it to be a surprise so in turn I said I wouldn't show him mine which is hell because I love this shirt so much and love showing it off. On what feels like my fifth lap of the house my dad had tried to convince me to sit down for a bit but even if I did it would be roughly five minutes before I was up and moving again. So in turn he'd asked if I wanted to go for a drive which I accepted gratefully. I think he was taking me to Tesco to pick up some stuff for dinner later.

We were just walking around the shop my dad pushing the trolley and me just shoving literally anything in it. "So this lad then, George is it?" , I nod with a smile on my face. "What are we to call him, like is he your boyfriend or just a friend who you like, or just a normal friend". My dads just amazing always trying to understand things

"For now he's just a friend that I like but Um we're somewhat both interested in one another but haven't asked the question yet, so please don't call him my boyfriend yet because I haven't asked and don't want to scare him away yet", I throw at least five packets of noodles into the trolley. "He likes noodles , is that enough or should I get more?"

"Son , your gunna work yourself into a headache just breath okay, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine" , I take a few deep breaths and we continue on through the shop. Stopping to drop a few more things in.

"Uh Dad, Would it be okay if we got some alcohol?, I promise I won't over do it" , I know he probably can't trust a word I say because I can't prove that I won't but I really want him to trust me.

"I'll be honest lad , I think we'll have to ask your mum first and we can come back later if she says it's okay" , we just ponder around a few more isles and drop random things into the trolley "you haven't smoked today have you!"

"Not yet no , why?"

"Would you like to drive the car home ?" , we loading stuff onto the check outs , I do have my lisence I got it last year and I do have a car but my mum and dad took my keys after the crash with Janey because they didn't trust me in the car unless I was with one

of them.

"Are you sure dad!"

"If you'd like son , just be careful yeh?"

"Oki thank you dad , honestly thank you", I threw my arms around him and he held me just for a second and we made our way to the checkouts putting all the items through and packing them up, I'm a little meticulous about the packing and how to do it so dad just lets me do it my way "Also da , we need to go to the pharmacy my medication is ready to pick up"

"Which ones is it where picking up today lad ?" , we'd picked up like 2 other ones this week but I think they were for anxiety and anti-sickness but these ones are just supplements for food.

"Just food equivalent to help me get my appetite back like the ones I had years ago" , my dad payed for the food swiping his card across the card reader and waved goodbye too the cashier as we leave and as he's packing up the car I jump in the front seat and get myself accustom with the steering and gears again.

"You all ready then Son", he jumps into the passenger side and buckled up eager to see how well I do

"As I'll ever be ,I guess"

The drive to the pharmacy wasn't to bad to be fair, I'm still a pretty good driver and my dad said I did well so I'm happy about that. I didn't want to go in again for like the 3rd day running so Dad went in for me giving me a second to just breath and reply to George. Last message I got he was still getting ready he doesn't have to leave for the station till around about 1 and it's only 9:30, I think we both just got a little to eager.

MATTY: my dad let me drive !!!!

GEORGE: yeh ?, how did you do?

MATTY: haven't driven in a while so thought I'd mess up a little but it actually went okay, we've been to Tesco to get food for the next few days , we're at the pharmacy now and then where going home and I think I'm going to tidy my room cuz it's an actual pigsty might ask mum to help

GEORGE : don't have to tidy for me love, my rooms a shit tip

MATTY: I will anyway

As my dad came back I slid my phone back into my pocket he handed me my medicine to make sure it was the right thing because he really had no idea what is was called , neither did I to be honest but it looked right so I just flung it on the dashboard and we made our way back home

We unpacked the bags in the kitchen as Loius ran around looking literally as excited as I felt as he'd grown to really like George too they interacted a lot over the past week , and when I told him George was coming to visit he got so darn happy he climbed up onto the middle island in the kitchen and watched us unpack

"How long till Georgie is here Maffu ?"

"He's coming today little dude but it's still a long time yet" , after unpacking the last bag I pick loius up and manoeuvre him so he's on my back, and I carry him back up stairs and flip him onto my bed " you gunna help Maffu clean up ?"

"I don't wanna tidy Maffu but I'll watch", he's always just soooo me and it makes me laugh and ruffle his hair again as he looks up at my with the big smile and those big blue eyes.

"That's okay, can you get Mummy for me then"

"Oki", he jumps back off the bed and runs through the house , leaving me stood in the middle of the room looking around trying to figure out where to start, it really is such a mess in here, mugs and plates everywhere, piles of clothes, shoes just milking around , stacks and stack of books , dvds and cds and my bed isn't even made. I get lost in my thoughts when I here a knock on my door that makes me jump.

"Sorry love didn't mean to startle you, what was it you needed me for?"

"Can you possibly help me tidy up in here , I don't know where to start and it's so bad" , she looks around just as baffled as me, then strides over and pulls me into a hug.

"Love ,what happened in here?"

"I just haven't had the effort or will power to clean up Mum, sorry" , I hug her close and then as we separate herself we both look around and make a mental note on where to start

"Right first of all love , take all the dishes downstairs and ask you dad if he can clean them up , then come back up and we can sort your clothes out okay", I nod and then get to picking up the cups and plates grimacing when I realise how bad it actually is. I run downstairs with the dirty plates and mugs dropping them carefully into the sink, then run back up the stairs two at a time to help mum. "What clothes are clean and what aren't love ?"

"Most of its clean it just needs to be folded and put away really", it takes me a few more seconds to actually sit down and start folding a pile that was next to where I stood, Im so bad at keeping up with cleaning it bores me. I noticed mum stand up and start putting clothes into drawers and stops to look at something already in the drawer

"Matty , love what are these?”

I drop the shirt I was folding onto the floor as I know exactly what she was talking about as I know what I’d been hiding in that drawer, I scratch the back of my neck as I breath in ALL the air that was in the room and try to piece a reply together. My mouth opens and closes a few times but no words leave my mouth.

“Matty love?”

“It’s nothing important Mum, just put it back please” , I take three big stride across to her and place my hands around the books “Mum seriously it’s nothing”

She did let me take them and shove them back the drawer as she takes a tentative seat on my bed and pats the space next to her. “Sit down for a minute please my love” , once I’ve got the books properly back into the drawer and place myself down next to her. “Can you please tell me why you feel the need to have books about dieting love”.

“It’s not important Mumma , it doesn’t mean anything, I just have them”

“First off Matty , I’ve been keeping an eye on everything to do with your eating habits for a while and I know there not very good , your skin and bone love , and you only ever call me Mumma when your anxious , so please you know I’m not going to be mad , can you please explain to me why?”

I know she won’t be mad and I know it’s not something that’s that big of a deal but its still scary to talk about , so as I think of the right words to say I just ponder in my mind what I need and look around my room as I try to explain. “It’s just about the element of control , I was losing control of everything in my life and I was freaking out so bad you know , like I had zero semblance of control, but then I found a book at school about diets like I know people diet duh , but um when I read it, a lot of it was about how people diet to gain control over something, so I tried and I read a lot of them but then I even lost control of that and I’m scared again so I hid them so I wasn’t as embarrassed about losing control of even that and people wouldn’t ask if they saw and I wouldn’t ave to talk about it”

“Matty , I know things are hard right now love , and I’m proud that your talking to me , but why couldn’t you tell me earlier”

“I don’t know Mum really, I guess I just didn’t know how to” , I got back up from my bed and went back over to the drawer taking the books back out and contemplated them for a while. “Can you take them Mum”

“What would you like me to do with them?”

“Just don’t let me have them I guess , I’m going to try to get better , Dr Adrian gave me the medication for it and I’m gunna work harder at everything I promise”. I get back to the cleaning of my room “Mum?”

“Yes love”

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately and I’m sorry for worrying everyone, I also appreciate you for letting George come because he really helps me be a better version of myself and I really hope you can see that when he’s here , I know I haven’t known him that long but he really does help me”

“I’m so glad that you’ve found someone that you can talk to Matty , you don’t have to apologise everyone goes through hard times , you’ve just got to pick yourself up and if you need help keep talking , be it to me or George or your dad even Louis , I know he’s just a kid but even if you talk you’ll feel better”

“Thank you”

It takes us a few more hours to tidy up my room it really was a state , and I talked to my Mum the whole time about how I felt about everything and anything. When we had finished the tidying and cleaning up it looked like a completely different room I hadn’t seen it like this in at least a month.

It’s now 12:30 and although I’m more than excited to see George the restlessness was starting to get to me again, George had informed me he was on his way to the train station now his train was at 2 and it took him an hour to get to the station. It was getting harder to not be nervous because I was really just watching the time tick by. I’d rolled a joint after I’d finished cleaning my room but hadn’t got round to smoke it yet because dads trying to keep me busy until we have to go because he knows if I’m just sitting waiting then I’m going to get irritable. With this being the first time I’d had a break today I decided to just let them know I’m going for a smoke. So now I’m just sat outside on the front porch relaxing as I smoke the joint.

Matty: I’m so nervous darling x

George: I’m actually shutting a brick 😂 , would your dad mind if I went for smoke when I got off the train or would he wanna get going straight away ?x

Matty: He won’t mind , I’m sure he’d understand

George : I’ll be grand then , will you be waiting for me on the platform or will I meet you outside.

Matty : I’ll wait on the platform you dick😂

George : thanks love x

I slide my phone back into my pocket and finish my joint before making my way inside, I know it’s lunchtime and I should eat but I’m not the hungry yet but Louis came running through to the kitchen and attached himself to my leg “How long now Maffu” , I picked him up and put him on the counter while messing up his hair, he’s got a lollipop hanging out his mouth so I didn’t really catch what he said, I took the sweat out of his mouth for a second.

“What was that kid ?”

He smiled a lopsided grin at me and rolled his eyes dramatically , so much like me. “How long till Georgie is here silly?”, I gave him back his sweet and he shoved it back into his mouth even though I was just holding it my hand was sticky so I turned the tap on and started washing my hands

“He’s getting on the train really soon , then daddy and I will go get him , do you want to come too?”, he again smiled at me his eyes growing to the size of bowling balls and he take his sweet out of his mouth again.

“Can I ?”

“If you want too kiddo , just finish up with your sweet and wash your hands and then we can talk cuz that’s going to take you ages to eat”

“I don’t want it anymore, you have it” , he went to hand it to me but I told him that’s it’s okay and just to put it in the bin , he runs back over to me, I lift him up and help him wash his hands. “Will George play with me when he comes ??”

“I’m sure he will Kiddo”

I spent the next few hours just playing about with Louis , on the play station, watching tv with him , helped him with some homework that he had left around about 2:30 he fell asleep on my lap while we were watching the TV , George had texted me saying that he was now on the train half an hour ago, and we should be leaving in an hour because it doesn’t all to long from ours to get to the station here, so I took Louis idea into consideration and tried to take a nap myself which in theory maybe wasn’t the best idea but I was starting to get tired so that I did , I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes so I could get my head down for a little while. I layed myself down trying not to disturb Louis and sleep consumed me

My alarm woke us both up at 3:15 , Louis was not too happy with it, he was still tired and he was throwing a little hissy fit “hey kiddo , I know your tired and I know you wanted to come to pick Georgie up but you need to calm down for me so we can get ready to go can you find your shoes for me ay ?” , he just clung to me his tiny frame shaking as he cried “hey hey hey it’s okay , you can have another nap you know , come on kiddo no need for tears”

“But I’m still sleepy , I wanna go bed” , as I got myself he was still clinging to me so I decided to take him upstairs to bed his head was resting on my shoulder the whole time. “Maffu , is it okay if I just stay here”

“It’s okay kiddo , just get a big nap for me and when you wake up George will be here and you can play all day yeh” , he nodded against me as I lay him down on his bed and tucked him up and kissed his head

“I’ll see you later okay”

“Okay Maffu”

I got myself completely got my leather jacket from my room , checked to see if my dad was ready, he let me know that he was just going to finish his tea and then we’d get going. So I just waited by the door, annoying I know but I just wanted to get going. Once he was ready I raced out to the car like I was 7 again jumping into the passenger side as my dad made his way to driver seat and we got going. I couldn’t help my leg bouncing up and down anxiously the whole way there, I’d bitten my nails raw Mum would have killed me for it but dad doesn’t mind. I’d chain smoked the whole ride there out the window of course and really it wasn’t that bad the train station was just half an hour away so it was really not to bad. We got to the station with 15 minutes to spare so I checked my hair in the middle mirror of the car and started fussing with my outfit until my dad told me again that I looked absolutely fine and to stop worrying , I sat and waited for literally only two minutes before I decided I just wanted to go in and wait so I just told my Dad that I’d let him know when I’ve got George and we’re going to have a smoke before we come back, he gave me a quick nod and smile before I got out and made my way inside

Inside the station was so busy, people milling about the place, so much sounds and smells, it was so hot in there as well but I tried to gather myself and push through I saw that the train from London was going to be arriving on platform 3, I started making my way there but there was quite a lot of people waiting there aswell and I could feel myself getting anxious and my nerves were getting the best of me so I hung back and just sent George a quick message letting him know that I am inside but I’m not on the platform because it looked busy, he replied not to long free to let me know that it was okay and he’d call me once he departed the train and I could let him know where I was which helped me alot. I decided to wait outside WHSmith a small convenience store that was off to the side of the platforms , True to his word after a small five minutes more of waiting my phone started to buzz in my hand and George’s contact appeared on my screen

“Hey there”

“Hiya love , that’s me just coming off , where is it your at ?, you doing okay it’s not to busy for you is it ?”

“I’m stood outside smiths , I’m okay for now it’s not to busy round here I’ll be okay, I just really can’t wait to see you now”

“I’ll can see it , from where Im at so I should be there in no time at all handsome”

I couldn’t help but smile , my heart was racing , basically jumping out of my chest in anticipation, I could hardly wait, there wasn’t much conversation going on between us we were both just keeping an eyes out for each other, He soon caught my eye “I can see you , you lanky fuck”, despite feeling nervous and anxious about everyone around us the fact that I could see him sent a jolt of pure joy through me and I felt my legs starting to race to him. As I began running to me I could see the moment he clocked me and he just dropped his suitcase open his arms to me and I ran into his arms and burried my face in his chest pushing my phone into my pocket without even hanging up. We stayed there in each other arms for what felt like an age not saying anything just holding each other and it felt so right

“Hiya handsome” , I pulled away first but not all the way just enough so I could look up and his and the smile on his face was everything I needed to feel relaxed. I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks already. “Jesus , you really ARE a lanky twat aren’t ya” his smile grew bigger if that was even possible and we giggled to each other and he pulled me closer to him

Once we’d sorted ourselves out taking at least another five minutes just holding one another we were just stood line idiots smiling at each other and he eventually picked his suitcase back up and I’d sorted my phone in my pocket I took his hand and lead him outside to the smoking area.

“Babe , you looks so cool, by the way” , I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the word babe leave his mouth and it had my blushing even more than I thought humanly possible and I took his hand that was in mine and kissed it as we both giggled again.

“You look so fit”

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 8

Author’s note: Ok, I know it’s been a hot second, but this one is pretty long, and I was actually planning for it to be longer, but decided to just split it up into two chapters, so chapter 9 is well in the works! Very excited, as always, for you to read this, and for the constant anger I spread throughout our community. Truly hope to get you attached to these characters as I put them through... fun times. Ok, enough of my rambles, and enjoy! (If you was to be added to the taglist, as always just ask and you can be a part of a secret community where I give you chocolates and forehead kisses)- much love, Magee

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TW: cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of war, and ofc Rowaelin angst

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 8

Aelin had been stabbed before. This was kind of like that.

She tossed and turned in her bed for hours. There were a hundred reasons she could not sleep.

Her nightgown was too concealing, and she was sweating through her comforter. Her windows were too big and the moonlight was lighting up her entire bedroom. Not ten steps from her bed was the place where she’d been nearly killed. The first time. The guard outside her bedroom door reminded her of the man who did said near fatal attack. Her best friend was now her husband. A husband that was going to father a child of another woman. She was getting married and crowned in a week. And the worst, and final reason: she could not stop seeing his face.

Her maids had promised her that they not only changed the sheets, but they’d put in a new mattress entirely. They had redone her carpets, cleaned off any bit of furniture that might have her blood stained on it. His blood stained on it. And yet. And yet- the last time she was in this bed… Aelin bolted up, throwing the covers off.

Sweat pricked her skin, but she slipped on her silk robe anyway, feeling too vulnerable in just her nightgown. She knew she was exhausted- this might’ve been the third longest day in her entire life.

Her room watched her with old eyes, memories pressing on her. She tried to remember the comfort she used to feel when Rowan would nap next to her, telling her he would keep the monsters away. But it just made her dizzy when she remembered that he was probably curled around the mother of his child right now. She was feeling sick again.

She perched herself on her long window sill, hand pressed against the glass. Aelin longed for the safety of her mountain home, even as it was cold and lonely. At least she could kill someone there if they pissed her off. She couldn’t exactly kill Lyria.

Especially now. Gods, she wished her mother were here. But no, she didn’t. Because it was her own mother who had put her in this predicament.

Aelin didn’t know what to do with herself. Her solace, up in those woods, was that she was doing everything in the name of her fallen guardians. That Rhoe, Evalin, and Maeve were watching her and guiding her through the torrents of life, and she was making them proud. But now, a day in, and she felt no shift, her belief system shattered. Her power had not been returned to her as she thought. She thought she would waltz in, and with her swaggering smirk she would piss off all the old men who’d taken her parent’s place, would slip her father’s crown, and would be named Queen of Terrasen.

But she was only Princess by name, was only the girl who’d been gone for years, who half the country wanted dead. There was still a civil war on the horizon, still a hundred or a thousand men who wanted her off the throne and in a grave somewhere. There was still Arobynn Hamel and his rotten men. Half of his men, she supposed, were still corpses in a barn somewhere in the Staghorns. But he hadn’t been there. She did not have her revenge, did not have her crown, did not have her parents, did not have her respect, did not have her Rowan.

And you never will, her mind reminded her. Not when he had his pretty fiancee and that pretty baby.

She glanced down to see her fingers had pressed into her palms and had cut through them. Well, fuck. She’d have to wear gloves tomorrow. And to do that, she’d have to either request them or put the damn things on herself, which of course required going into her closet.

And that closet… so much had happened there. It hurt to even think about. And yet, she was supposed to be the almighty savior of Terrasen. Perhaps it was this marriage that would save her country, and her being queen would be nothing more than a shallow attempt at salvation. Her heart ached.

But even her weary heart could not stop her keen senses, and as if she smelled it, she knew that something was wrong. As Rowan had said a lifetime ago, her castle was too quiet. She did not let anxiety overtake her, and instead, pulled the dagger hidden on the side of her bed, twirling it in her palms. She slipped the one under her pillow in the waistband of her undergarments. Aelin had been hurt too many times in this room to be blindsided again.

Just like that, she heard her door to her rooms open. She crept by her bedroom door, straining to hear what was on the other side. Someone was stalking close to her. Celeana palmed her dagger.

“Your Highness?”

Her mind was too untrusting to know if she could exhale or not, the sight of her brown-haired guard confusing her. Celeana knew. Aelin knew, too.

“What.” She demanded, not caring as his eyes swept to the weapon palmed in her hand. Let him know.

“There’s been a break in.”

Damn her, damn every man in this goddamn country for making fear pit in her stomach. She’d literally been hunted for the past seven years, those bastards following her around her forests… but this castle did something to her, did something to the twelve year old girl still hiding in that closet. Still holding Rowan as he bled out in that closet, still being attacked in that closet, still being kis-

“Your Majesty?”

Her eyes cut up. She traced the expression on his face, his strong willed jaw, the urgency in his eyes. She wondered if he heard what he just said, too. But they had other things to worry about.

“The tunnels,” he told her. She debated if it was a good thing that he knew the secrets of her home. But she nodded, driving her into her bathing chambers, pushing on the fake wall, Chaol on her heels. Lit by the candle he handed her, they crept along the stairs. She just moved, moved, moved. Driven by memories, by all the times her father would scoop her up in the middle of the night, holding her and her mother close as they, too, made for the basement.

“Turn here,” he told her.

“I remember,” she snapped at him. Only a moment later he caught her before she ran into a black wall, missing the next turn. Aelin hastily shook off his touch. They traveled quickly and in silence after that.

Until footsteps crept along their ears. Celeana stopped, and palmed her dagger. Chaol grabbed the sword at his side. They turned in unison, and for a moment, she forgot he was an Adarlan man as he pointed to the strange alcove next to them. She nodded, and they both hid with their backs against the wall, peering ever so slightly each moment. In silence, they read each other’s orders, and she covered her candle light with her hand at his instruction. He seemed to understand that she would not go lightly. Seemed to understand the importance of two warriors in these tunnels rather than one.

Adrenaline pushed her, and she remembered it all. If she was going to live, if she was going to one day rule, she had to keep herself alive. Up in the mountains, when she was alone short of visits from Elide and Marion- and him- she would repeat it. I am not afraid, a phantom voice said to her.

She closed her creunulan eyes and remembered his voice, even as she so rarely conjured up his face, Say it. Say: I am Celeana Sardothian and I am not afraid.

I am not afraid.

Chaol pointed down the hall, pointed to her as the hurried footsteps grew. He pointed to his sword, then to the hall behind them. She knew he was waiting for a response, but she would not promise to refuse a fight. Not to the men who entered her halls. They would pay.

Her guards eyes were careful and calculated, but they turned furious when she swung her arm out right as the steps were close enough, and decked a man in the face.

“Aelin!”

She couldn’t hear the disapproving voice. She’d heard a disapproving man’s voice in her ear her entire life. They could all piss off. She swung her leg out in an instant, and the tall man tripped. Celeana fought mean and she fought dirty.

They were calling a name, her other name, but she wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She was a wild animal, fury born again. They’d threatened her home, her life. Her family. They’d taken from her a million times. Her hands were numb, and she realized a moment too late she was being pulled off of the man. Was screaming for them to let her go. She didn’t stop until the smell of home drowned her senses, her back flush, suddenly, with Rowan’s front.

“Stop, Fireheart. Stop.” He risked a hand covering her mouth.

Finally, she calmed, if only a little, snapping out of her rage. It was then, with great dread, as she came to, that she realized it was Rowan’s own guard she’d pummeled. Her knuckle was bruised and bleeding, and the side of his face was worse. Rowan’s arms were heavy around her, his thundering heart steadying her wild one. Her pants blew across his strong arm, strung as it was around her.

Chaol was helping the man up, something she couldn’t quite place in his eyes.

“We have to go,” Rowan whispered in her ear.

Celenana or Aelin or whoever the hell she was nodded. Her breath was heavy in her ears. And though her mind was far away, she had it in her to recognize the armor on Rowan’s body, and wonder what it was doing there.

They were moving again, much faster than before. Her outburst surely wasn’t appreciated by either guard. Then again, fools, both of them, if they thought protecting her and Rowan would be easy when half of the country wanted them dead, East and West respectively.

They made it to their safe room, windowless and dark. Chaol made quick work of lighting the candles on the walls, and Rowan had pulled Aelin into a chair. While the adrenaline rushed out of her, sleep crept up, just as it always did. After she hunted, she would spend maybe days sleeping up in her cabin.

Her eyes swept up, a tad bit of guilt clawing up as she finally looked at Rowan’s guard. The man was… pretty. Normally the men in her country were not pretty. But this man, with his tan skin, also a mystery to her, his dark eyes, and blonde hair was, for lack of a better word, pretty. If he were more burly, he’d remind her of her cousin. Her cousin, who she didn’t even have room in her mind to think about.

But Rowan’s guard did not seem angry at her. From the look in his eyes, it seemed as if he found it humorous. Her eyes narrowed, especially as he stalked over to where her and Rowan were sitting. She did not realize his hand was still on her knee until his guard’s eyes became glued to both her knee, and then Rowan’s eyes. Rowan removed his hand.

“Fenrys Moonbeam,” the guard introduced himself. Aelin watched him nurse his bruised jaw. She was about to introduce herself when he said, “Don’t worry, love. I know you. You’re our future queen.”

A soft smile played on her lips. She liked him already. She found herself eager to meet his swagger with a bit of her own, despite the tiredness. “And don’t you forget it.”

He saluted her as she watched Chaol pace the door. “How could I?” Fenrys mused, clapping Rowan’s shoulder. “Out there in Adarlan, I’d never hear the end of you.” He winked at her, even as something dreadful curled in her stomach. “Not that I’d want to.”

The world became silent. Aelin turned, almost robotically, to look at Rowan. He better not have gotten that scar where she was starting to think he got that scar. “Rowan,” she whispered.

His eyes were set, murderous, on Fenrys.

“Did you fight in Adarlan?” Her voice was steel.

Fenrys’ eyes widened. “But I’m guessing you didn’t know that,” he said, confirming her fears.

That’s why he was so strong. That’s why he was so haunted. That’s why he was more protective than ever. He was in fucking Adarlan during the war, and no one told her. Her fingers curled again.

“You could have died.”

Rowan glared something aggressive to Fenrys before turning to her. “They hurt you.” Her heart clenched. “They needed to pay.”

“Not with your life, Rowan!”

“Hey!” Both her and Rowan turned to where Chaol snapped at them. “Keep it down.”

Her mother used to say it was dangerous should both she and Rowan be angry, and if looks could kill, her guard would be surely dead where he stood.

Aelin glared at Rowan, and his expression was granite, unflinching. “I did what I had to do.”

“Then you’re a rutting idiot.”

He didn’t even respond to her. He only turned, eyes distant.

Panic filled her chest at the thought of him there, deep in the bellies of their wars. She had cried countless times at the Terssen lives sacrificed at the brutal hands of Adarlan. At the soldiers her court kept sending out into Adarlan forces. But imagining Rowan there made it so much worse.

They were quiet for a long, long while until she asked, “when?”

Fenrys and Chaol were on either side of the door, nearly relaxed, simply waiting. They both eyed their princess and King. Rowan sat next to her as they had rallied with their thoughts, but he still felt so far.

“When what?” He asked, lowly.

“When did you go off to Adarlan?”

Those piercing green eyes of his seemed to be off somewhere else, and she was starting to recognize it. It was the same look he’d had when she’d first gotten back. She had seen it in the library, his eyes seeing something else instead of their home. Aelin knew she probably had a similar look in her own eyes most days.

“When did you learn to fight like that?” Was all he asked, still looking down at his muddy, boot-cladded feet.

Aelin’s voice was low in her throat. “I asked you first.”

He huffed something close to a laugh. It hit her again that they were well and truly adults. That he was her husband. Gods. She pushed it away.

“A year.” She stared at his harsh profile. “After you left.”

Her heart rose to her throat. Devastation pierced her, again. She wondered if she had any more of it left. Perhaps she’d have her maids call for more, since she had to be running out at this point.

“You were fifteen?”

His face was angry, haunted. “You were twelve.”

She was glad for the guards pretending as if they were not listening. Because she did not want them to see her weakness. At how labored her breath was, rough in her own ears.

“Twelve when he-” Rowan’s voice caught, and her eyes fluttered closed.

“I know,” she whispered. “But that is not enough a reason to risk your life.” He only shook his head, and the dismissal had anger rising again. “What if something had happened to me up there? We would have no king, no queen.”

“You deserved revenge.”

Her hands gripped the edges of the chair. “Then let me get it.”

His voice was steady. “That wasn’t exactly an option six years ago.” Rowan’s eyes darkened. “And I wasn’t going to wait that long.”

“Terrasen needed a king!”

“And it has one.”

Aelin seethed. “Our country needed you. That’s all I asked, ever, of you. To save this country. Before me, before the castle, before the court. I needed you here.”

Rowan shook his head. “You have no idea what it was like. What this country was like after…” His breathing was just as harsh as her’s. “They needed to think they had someone who cared.”

“Did you?” Aelin shot back.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Was it about revenge, or was it about saving face of the monarchy?”

“Those things are not mutually exclusive, Aelin.”

She was so caught up in thoughts, so full of emotion, gods damn her, that she could hardly think straight. Could hardly think of a response. So Aelin let herself be honest, here, with Rowan. Let him know how devastated by this news she was.

“You were too young to fight like that. I did not ask that of you, and I certainly would not want it.”

Rowan shook his head. “I did it for a lot of reasons, Aelin. And I know twelve year old you would not understand. But I hope this version of you can.”

“You shouldn’t have done it in my name,” she pressed.

Rowan’s hand found her knee again. She saw the strain in his eyes, the same one that had been there that morning she had woken up after the first raid. “Someone had to.”

Aelin opened her mouth, to say what, she wasn’t quite sure yet, when the door began to open. Chaol and Fenrys stood in position, and Rowan stalked in front of her as they both stood. His hand braced her stomach, and she remembered with a flush and ill timing that she was only in her nightgown.

The door turned, and her dagger slipped into her hand, unconsciously. Celeana? She heard his voice, up in the mountains. Do you really want to learn how to kill?

Yes.

That was her answer. Now, and then, that was her answer.

She had found him, a long time ago, when she had been hunting. A man with curly, amber hair who’d had a perfect aim and deadly focus. She’d watched him for days after that, watching him catch every mammal meant to be her dinner. She’d finally introduced herself the day he killed a man in Adarlan colors, muttering something foul under his breath about that cursed country.

Teach me how to kill like you do, she’d told him. And thus began a series of bloodshed and heartbreak that fueled every one of her senses as the knob on the safe room door turned, and her candle flickered out.

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Salaì Chapter 10: Bide Your Time

chapter count: 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9

word count: 1.8k

pairing: 2012!leo x reader

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A/N: chapter ten! i'm gonna be taking a bit of a break from this fic since school is kicking my ass properly now. hopefully i can return soon <3

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Leonardo’s forgotten how much time has passed. His head jolted up, squinting from the sudden shift. His head felt groggy and discombobulated, yet comforting. He didn’t feel the usual tiredness that accompanied him like a right-hand man. How much time had passed?

He checked the clock hanging near Chloe’s nightstand along with the oddly shaped lamp, the numbers 2:43 flashing in bright red. Thankfully, she was using military timing for her clock. Leo tried getting up from his spot, only to be weighed down by your limp head.

A smile crept on his face as he observed your sleeping expression; it looked so calm, so peaceful, almost as if your mind was empty from all doubts and fears. It looked so appealing, he couldn’t help but stare at it. Carefully propping your head on his hands, he laid you down so that you were leaning on the floor instead of on his shoulder. His hand lingered on your cheek, longer than usual. He quickly jerked away, his heart convulsing in strange, swift patterns. As he quietly climbed through the window, he glanced back at you and Chloe. Something had changed that night. He couldn’t recognize it, but something had shifted, possibly in or out of his favour. With one steady breath, he leapt out.

He quietly hopped over the turnstiles, careful to tip-toe back onto the beanbag or into his room where he could try and rest his head, key word being try. Before he could attempt either, a lamp flicked on, revealing Raphael’s irritated expression, more than his usual ticked off expression.

“Alright, hero boy, where have you been?”

“Just…patrolling. Doing solo missions is like, my thing.”

“No. Solo missions have never been your thing and when it has, it’s always gone for the worst. What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” he stated. “Nothing going on here, nope! Just usual Foot clan occurrences!”

“Really, Leo? You’ve been gone for hours and you think we’re going to let it go? You think me, Donnie and Mikey wouldn’t understand?” he said, pausing. “You think me and Donnie wouldn’t understand?”

“Salaì!” he blurted out. He kept blinking rapidly, thoughts whirling in his brain faster than he could process. Raph stared with his confused expression as Leo tried to stammer up a follow up. “I found someone who could help with Salaì, they could be the one who murdered those Foot Clan members.”

“We can’t bring someone in, they could bring a whole ambush onto us! Splinter’s already on our asses after slacking off, what would he say if we bring someone else from the surface?”

“Look, I’m the leader, I know this is going to work. Trust me, Raph.” he stated. Raphael’s face contorted, almost trying to comprehend the shift in his brother’s attitude. His eyebrows furrowed together and apart in a twisted pattern. After an excruciating minute of this, he finally let out a frustrated sigh.

“Fine, but if this goes wrong, I fucking told you so.”

You’d been mind blank all day. Compared to yesterday, you were a whole different person. What used to be paranoid silence with glances casting down hallways and hideaway shadows were now dull glances into nothingness with occasional gleeful smiles.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?”

Snapping out of your fog, you darted your gaze back to Tina, who was staring at you with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been completely silent all day and all yesterday! Something’s going on, isn’t it?”

“No, nothing going on. You don’t have to worry.” you reiterated, leaning against the grocery aisle, eyeing several boxes of hair dye.

“It’s the halloween party, isn’t it? We have plenty of time to gather a costume, don’t worry.” she stated, playfully slapping you on the head. You flinched, the impact hitting you harder than expected.

“So, by your logic, should I go for a more smoky boot blue alien or a two-toned haired tall alien?”

“That’s a new idea, did you get it from one of Maise’s old sci-fi shows?”

“Yeah…” you said, an aching feeling settling in your heart. “Yeah, I got it from that. I’m thinking of just mixing them both together.”

“Good idea, you can look double lame.” Tina remarked. You felt a buzz echo from your pocket, digging your hand through it to reveal your phone displaying another message.

leo:

Hey there!

y/n:

hey whats up

leo:

I need your help again. It’s on something important.

Only if you can, of course.

Your heart practically answered for you.

y/n:

sure, just give me a few mins

see you there :)

leo:

:))

Those three symbols imprinted a grin on your face. They quickly retracted back. Has it gotten that bad? You tucked your phone back to your pocket, before approaching Tina.

“I gotta get back home, are you good here?”

“Yeah, I got all I need. Thanks.” Tina said, patting you on the back as you sped off. A buzz from her phone made her jolt towards it.

tina:

Casey, what is it?

casey derulo:

Ok, i need you to confrim something w/ me

tina:

Confirm, and what?

casey derulo:

arent they acting a bit weird?

tina:

Yeah, they’re way more jumpy than usual

they’ve been staring at their phone like a fucking lovesick bug

casey derulo:

wait

WAIT

OH SHIT

tina:

What?

Casey what is it

Casey

Bitchboy answer me

casey derulo:

nvm

tina:

fuck you

Tina sighed with frustration, turning her phone off and continuing her shopping. Whatever drugs her friends were on was their business, not hers.

You walked down the familiar sewer you’ve walked down a million times before. Your headphones playing an old sci-fi show and filling into your ears. The familiar proclamation from the main protagonist was interrupted by a faint TV static noise. Like an actor and their on-screen cues, you followed the sound, pupils widening at the sight of Leo and another turtle mutant huddled close to the TV watching a show you had playing on your phone just before.

Quickly whipping out your phone, your fingers zipped across your keyboard.

y/n:

hey im here

You slightly snickered watching Leo read your text, then dart his head towards you, eyes more shocked than ever. He quickly got up from his seat and approached you from behind the turnstiles.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you said, this time with a wider smile. Leo’s expression remained the same. “What do you need my help for this time?”

“It’s… about one of our missions. We’re trying to figure out where a certain vile fiend is hiding and I think you can help.”

“Alright,” you answered, chuckling at his adorable proclamations. You knew he used outlandish language but now, you were hyper aware of it. It sent another pulse through your heart. A purple-banded head popped up from the background looking at you with confusion.

“Ah, you must be the friend Leonardo was talking about?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you…”

“Donatello, I’m the brains,” he stated, shaking your hand. Your eyes spotted a red blur from the background.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s Raph. He’s in a bit of a mood today.”

“Huh, okay,” you said. “So, what do you need my help with?”

You could feel Raph’s eyes indent the back of your head. While you were examining the canister they found from who knows where with an odd hexagonal insignia, you kept praying that his gaze would diverge somewhere, someone else.

“Raph, lay off them, okay?” Leo’s voice demanded. In a huff, Raph arose from his position and berated Leo, calling him an ‘idiot’ and ‘a true leader’. You didn’t pay any mind to that, your mind was only focused on the pattern. You’d seen this object before, and couldn’t quite put your finger on it. An odd object with a canister in the middle, you had seen this before.

Wait.

You’d seen it in Chloe’s room.

“What did you say this was again?” you remarked. All eyes previously focused on the bickering between brothers darted towards you.

“It was a mutagen canister.”

“Which you found from the Kraang, an alien species?”

“Yes, exactly, why?” Leo asked, his eyes laced with concern.

“There’s fingerprints on this, on the glass right there, and assuming the Kraang don’t have fingerprints, means that they have multiple scientists on the inside. If we either rescue them, we can halt their plan long enough to take them down.”

“So smart, brah!” Mikey thanked. You stared at Raphael, who was crossing his arms and staring daggers at you.

“Anyway, I gotta get home, it’s getting late. Just text me if you need anything like this again.”

“We will, don’t worry,” Leo said, staring at you while patting you on the back. It was as if his eyes were like magnets with the amount of times you found yourself staring into them. A realisation dawned on you at that moment. It was a realisation that came earlier but you weren’t sure. Doubt encircled your mind along with worry. You quickly broke it off, hopping away building by building until you disappeared over the horizon.

“Is that your new lover, Leo?”

“W-what? No! Of course not, they’re just friends.”

“When have we heard that before?” Donatello remarked.

“Enough, we are friends.”

Tina woke up to the sounds of pounding on her glass window. Irritation immediately filled her mind as she slipped on her slippers and approached the window. Darkness enveloped her room except for one ray of moonlight streaming in. A shadow covered her, standing on the fire escape, still banging. She slightly opened the window, frustration slightly lessening once she saw your face.

“Oh, it’s you. The fuck are you doing here?!” she hissed, sliding the window open. “It’s two in the morning, and if I lose my goddamn sleep because of-”

“I’m in love with Leo.”

“...Casey’s maths tutor?”

“Yeah…” you muttered.

“...Come inside,” Tina said, stepping aside and allowing you to hop inside. You rested on her soft wool carpet, making yourself comfortable as she rested on the side of her bed, her face illuminated by her lamp. “So, how did this happen?”

“I was babysitting Chloe and he knocked on the door, asking if he could help. I let him in and we spent the whole night babysitting and it clicked then. It’s been going through my head since.”

“He…helped you babysit? Like willingly?” she asked.

You nodded.

“Damn- okay, but is he nice?”

“Yes, he is. Look,” you said, showing her your texts.

“He texted you a couple of times, and that’s it?” Tina said,

“Look I- I know I’m being a bit bold with this, but you need to trust me. My gut is telling me this is a good one to bet on. I’ve begged like this before, but this time it’s gonna last. Please Tina, you have to believe me.”

Tina sighed, rubbing her hand on her temple. She grabbed a nearby cup of tea, feeling the lingering warmth emanating into her hands. “Fine, I’ll trust you on this. Again. Now, do you wanna plan Halloween costumes?”

#2012!leo x reader #2012 tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt fic #leonardo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 salaìfic

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