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Why She's Number Two (Sevika & Sister Reader)

Summary: Sevika dislikes Vi for many reasons, but the main one? Vi reminds her too much of herself. Sevika has a sister of her own that she believes she failed too.

Warnings: Needles, Medication, Canonical Death, Alcoholic Father attacks child, Mentioned Attempted Murder, Mentioned Murder, Separation Anxiety, Overprotective Sevika, Insecure Sevika, Scarred & Disabled Reader

Note: This story came to me when I was planning out Book 2 for Hexed. I thought "What if Sevika has a sister of her own?" so here we are! It's a bit of a sad story, but it has a relatively happy ending.

Sevika didn’t want to return home after informing Silco about Vi’s return, but she had to. All of the tools that are used for her metal prosthetic were there. She was thankful that none of the bullets actually hit her, but those would have hurt less than Vi’s punches. The two women always had a begrudging respect for each other. Before Sevika left Vander, Vi looked up to her in some way. Now? Now, Vi hated her guts and Sevika wished she could say it was mutual, but she couldn’t. She understood how Vi must be feeling after everything that happened. Hell, if Vi hadn’t come in swinging, she might’ve been more willing to talk it out. But, that was never the younger girl’s way. “Punch first, ask questions while punching” was Vi’s motto before she vanished. Sevika was usually the one to find the girl for Vander when she was gone longer than he liked. She knew Vi too well and understood her drive to find and protect her sister a little too personally.

The door closes behind her with a soft click and she holds her breath. Her heart is racing as she listens intently but there is no sound coming from inside the house. She lets out a slow, deep breath and carefully walks to her workshop. After living in this house for twelve years, Sevika knew to avoid the loose wooden floorboards and walk with a lighter step. It would do her no good to wake up the other occupant in the house. If she saw her in this state, she wouldn’t let her leave the house again.

Sevika winces as the door to her workshop creaks a little louder than she’d like. Once it was open enough, she slips in and shuts it behind her just as slowly as she opened it. She lets out a tired sigh, walking over to her chair and sitting down heavily. She places her head in her hands and growls in anger. ‘Of course, she wasn’t actually dead. Vi’s just as resilient as Vander was… if not more. This is going to cause issues for Silco and me by extension. I have to make sure the damage is minimal.’ A creak forces her to tilt her head towards the darkest part of the room.

“Sev…” A soft, raspy voice says weakly, making Sevika tense. She has been trying so hard to keep quiet that she didn’t even notice the other presence in the room, “You’re… hurt?” The voice struggles to say.

“You should be sleeping.” Sevika says. Slow, unsteady footsteps approach her from her left. Always her left.

“I… couldn’t sleep…without you.” Came the whimper. Sevika closed her eyes in resignation as the words sunk in. Her sister had woken up after she left and couldn’t fall back asleep without her. That thought pained her to think about but she couldn’t not work. The both of you needed the money to keep living and without it, you’d quickly decline.

“Sev…” A gentle hand brushes her hair from her face. Sevika reaches up with her hand and holds the frailer one to her cheek. If she looked at her, she would see her bruised face.

“Sev…!” She whines lowly, loud enough for her to hear and she opens her eyes. She turns to see the fragile form of her younger sister. Sevika is forced to look away from the worried, watery eyes in shame. She hated it when her sister saw her this way. She was the strong one. The one who took care of everything and made sure they were both happy. Seeing the way her sister looked at her with kind, caring eyes was almost too much for her. To everyone else, she was a horrible woman who terrified them and no one wanted to cross her. But to you? To her sister? She was the sun in the sky. The firelight in the dark. The bullet in the chamber and Sevika couldn’t understand why.

“It’s nothing, Y/n.” Sevika says carefully, “I should put you back to bed. Your medicine isn’t prepared yet so you shouldn’t push yourself so hard.”

“I…am fine.” A hand on her chin forces her to meet your gaze, “You… not. I help.” The eyes staring back at her are filled with determination and Sevika relents. She knows that she can’t win against you. She never could. As much as she was a stone-cold bitch to everyone else, she was like a harmless kitten with you.

“Okay, you can help but…” Sevika bites her lip hard, “Are you sure about this? Your medicine-” Your hand covers her mouth and you give her a lopsided smile. You knew what she was going to say. Sevika said it every time you did this. She didn’t like giving you your medicine when she thought it was unnecessary, and to Sevika… helping her was unnecessary. At least, that’s what she thought. The medicine only boosted your body for a few hours. Singed was still working on a formula that would last longer. The base of it was a derivative of shimmer, but the only side effect it had was that it made you incredibly tired when it wore off. The mad chemist swore he wouldn’t use your condition as a way to experiment but, it didn’t stop her worries when it came to you.

“Stop… worrying. You… say all the… time.” A soft, rasping laugh sounds from you that makes her smile. Sevika carefully guides you to perch on her knee as she grabs the materials. She pulls out a sterile needle and a vial of your medicine from the bottom drawer. She takes her time, drawing up the proper dose of the drug to boost your system but only just. Your arm is outstretched before she even has to ask. It pained her. You were always so good to her. You never got angry when she came home covered in someone else’s blood or with cuts and bruises. You just helped her tend to them and put the clothes to wash. You listened obediently when she told you to do something and you never fussed. Sevika knew she didn’t deserve a sibling such as you, yet you adored her.

“Deep breath, cub.” Sevika taps your arm and you do as you’re told. She doesn’t miss the way you whimper and clutch her shoulder as she inserts the needle. No matter how many times she did this, the pain didn’t get any easier for you. Sevika wished she could take it away. She didn’t like when you were in pain and she couldn’t do something about it. It reminded her too much of the incident. You inhale sharply, jolting in place as the medicine races through your system. It only takes a few seconds to set in.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Sevika massages the injection sight with her thumb, “Take your time, cub.” When you open your eyes, pale pink irises show that it has successfully set in. Sevika waits patiently as you gaze at her. She knew that you would speak when you felt ready.

“What happened to your prosthetic?” Is the first thing out of your mouth. Sevika could cry hearing your voice come out so strongly. Every time you took your medicine, hearing your voice made her emotional. It was always a little louder than a whisper when you didn’t take your medicine. It felt like so long ago when you could speak without being forced to gasp for breath between words. The pain from your injury was too much for you to speak properly. That was discounting the damage done as well.

“I-I ran into an old friend.” Sevika gives you a rueful smile, “She had a friend with a gun. Shot the injection chamber with it.” You were up and inspecting her arm before she could finish her sentence. You moved steadily, no more uneasy footsteps or shuffling of your feet. Your medicine eased the pain.

“Turn.” You demand as you switch on the spotlight and point it at the prosthetic. Sevika knew better than to argue and turned into the light. You immediately got to work with disconnecting the wires and removing the empty vials from the chamber. She couldn’t really feel you working on the arm, not like she could feel with her real one. It was more like she could sense the vibrations. You were the one who designed and created the prosthetic for her without her knowing. On or off your medicine, you worked on it when she was in recovery after the explosion. You presented it to her with the biggest smile on your face, and Sevika didn’t have the heart to be mad. How could she be with what you said as you showed it to her? ‘It’s my turn to take care of you, sissy!’

“I didn’t know you thought of Violet as a friend.” You say teasingly. Sevika grunts in annoyance. She didn’t know how, but you always found out what she did before she came home. She thought you might have someone tail her during her work hours, but she could never confirm it. You don’t leave the house so there is no way of knowing.

“You know I don’t like when you do that.” Sevika sighs, “You’re supposed to let me handle things outside the house, Y/n. It makes me worried knowing you might be associating with people who could hurt you.”

“I worry about you, too. You work so hard, and I can only contribute a few hours a week.” You sigh heavily, “You’ve always taken care of me, but you never let me take care of you.”

“I’m letting you do that now.” Sevika points out, “You take care of me when I’m hurt. You take care of things around the house when it isn’t necessary and I’ve never asked you to. That’s taking care of me.”

“Sometimes…” You bite your lip, “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’s enough, but it’s all I can do.” There’s a hissing sound as you disconnect the broken arm from its port. Sevika watches as you lay it across the desk, skillfully taking it apart and inspecting the pieces.

“You’re doing more than enough.” Sevika says strongly, “I’m thankful that you take care of me. You created a prosthetic for me with that smart mind of yours. No one knows me like you, cub. And, hey, no one can sew up a bullet wound like you.” She jokes and watches as your shoulders move in a silent laugh. It was true. She was grateful that you took care of her, even if she felt bad about troubling you. You shouldn’t have to concern yourself with her. She was your older sister and it was her job to care for you.

“Thank you, Sev.” You give her a sweet smile, “I’m going to redesign this so no one can shoot the injection tank. I’ll make it more streamlined, so it’s easier to use and doesn’t need constant shimmer to function fully.” Sevika frowns and moves closer to you in concern, “Can you do that in three hours? Should you be doing that much work in three hours?”

You pause and give Sevika the most heartwarming smile, “I can because it’s for my dear sister! Taking care of you is my job too, you know!” You say cheerily and it makes her heart ache. Sevika knew she was supposed to let you take care of her too, but it was so challenging. How can she show weakness to you when she needed to be strong?

You worked so hard in those three hours that Sevika had to coax you to eat before you continued working. She sat there as you worked and listened to you ramble about what you were doing. You read so many books since you couldn’t leave the house and learned a lot about prosthetics and engineering. You would beg her to bring you a new book once a week. So, Sevika would. She would do anything to see you smile at her so excitedly when you talked about the new things you learned. After all, it was the least she could do for you.

When the medicine wore off, you refused to let her stop you from working. Sevika was astounded that you finished the arm, fitted it in, and reconnected it before sleep took you. All in three hours. You truly were remarkable in her eyes. Since she couldn’t let you sleep here, she pushed through the pain in her ribs and picked you up. You were so light. Too light for someone your age. The two of you were twenty years apart. You weren’t always like this. You had been born completely healthy and were like that until you turned eight. Your old man had come home early from work - wasted - and lashed out while Sevika and Ma were out back. They didn’t see it coming as no one knew that he drank. Your screams for Sevika sent her sprinting inside and she nearly threw up seeing your mutilated body. She wanted to fight that bastard of an old man, but Ma knew Sevika was the only one who could carry you. Your old man attacked Ma and killed her as she protected the two of you. She held him off long enough for Sevika to rush you to the healers before he got a fatal hit on her. The moment Sevika knew you’d pull through, she had her gang track down her stupid old man and killed him. She dumped his body in her childhood home and burned the place to the ground.

It was a miracle you made it, but they said you’d never be able to live on your own. Your old man attacked you from behind and seriously damaged the nerves in your back. It affected your sensory and motor signals, so many things you did were a challenge. You had been bedridden for three years until the healers were comfortable with your progress and they helped you re-learn how to walk and move. Sevika tried to be there for you as much as possible when she wasn’t working. You had always been clingy with her as a child, but after the incident, you never wanted to be without her. It took a lot of coaching and some therapy to get where you were today. As long as you were asleep or occupied, Sevika was able to work. Sometimes you’d have attacks and Sevika would tell Silco she couldn’t come in. There’d be some kind of mess for her to clean up the next day, but you came first. You’d curl up in her arms, shaking like a leaf, and cry until you passed out. Those days reminded her of her own powerlessness. Of how she failed to protect you. So, she’d work harder for the sake of a better life for you. ~

A knock at her door made Sevika look up from putting on her boots. You were silently standing there, clutching your stuffed poro to your chest with a pained gaze. “Alright, cub. Come on, I’ll take care of it before I head out. It’s okay.” Sevika says soothingly while patting the bed next to her. Wordlessly, you sit on her bed as she pulls out the muscle relaxer. She was incredibly gentle when it came to tending to your scars and the pains from your injuries. Usually, when her hand was wrapped around someone’s throat, it was to threaten or kill them. You trusted her to take care of you even while knowing that. You reminded her that her hands weren’t just a weapon.

Sevika lightly massages your neck, focusing on your larynx to loosen the muscles and ease the pain. The scar there was a thick, pink, jagged line that told its own story. Then you turned over and laid down, letting her do the same for your spine. She swallowed thickly, holding back the tears as her fingers worked over the webbed skin. If the knife had gone any deeper, you would have been paralyzed or worse… dead. You let out a relieved sigh, your eyelids fluttering as you fight to stay awake but ultimately succumb. Sevika is careful to tuck you into her bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead, before she leaves for work.

No one knew about you except for Silco and Singed. Sevika’s parents didn’t talk about you to anyone and the only person she told was Vander. He was the one who helped her get you back on track after the incident. Betraying Vander was like a knife to the gut, but she had to do right by her sister. The sad thing was that Vander knew why she did what she did. The silent exchange between them before she marched out of The Last Drop said volumes. He didn’t hold it against her. Even when she was forced by Silco to beat him, Vander kept asking questions about you and her. ‘How is she? Has her speech gotten better? Did she read anything new?’ His death… was still a regular occurrence in her nightmares.

Traitor. That’s what Vi had snarled at her like poison. If only Vi knew, she wouldn’t be saying that. If Vi was in her position, she’d do the same. That’s why Sevika hesitated before going for the killing blow. Vi was just like her… In a way, she was happy that Vander’s prodigy escaped. Jinx reminded her of her own sister too much. What if it was them in that position instead? What if Sevika couldn’t have saved her sister?

“Silco.” Sevika sighs in irritation as she opens the office door, “We lost her.” To be able to say that to him made her feel a mix of emotions. Should she be relieved that Vi got away? Should she be concerned? The only time she’d really be forced to take action is if it threatens her own family. If anyone did that, Sevika wouldn’t rest until they died by her own hands. The chair turns slowly and Sevika curses seeing Jinx in it instead.

“Lost… who?” Jinx says slowly, coldly. Sevika doesn’t know what’s gotten into her as she steps forward and sets off a trap. She knew better than this. Wasn’t she always aware of her surroundings? She was better than this. Before she lost consciousness, Sevika could only think of her poor sister at home. ‘Ah, she’s going to panic when I’m not home on time. Shit.’ ~

Sevika doesn’t even bother closing the door quietly. She was aggravated, sore from the ropes, and her shoulder was hurting her badly. Yet, the irregular footsteps brought a smile to her face as you ran around the corner. You practically threw yourself into her arms, humming happily at her finally being home. The smile on your face is quick to disappear when you see her appearance. A deep frown twists your face as you notice the marks from Jinx.

Soon, Sevika is sitting in the washroom as you rub out the oil crayons’ marks. You were fond of Jinx. She couldn’t really understand why, but you loved to hear about the girl. You would write little letters made out to her but never sent them. You told Sevika that you were too shy to do it. ‘Who would want to be friends with someone who looks like me?’ You would say and Sevika would see red.

How dare you look down on yourself! You were beautiful to her, scars and all. You were her precious little sister who took care of her. As far as she was concerned, Jinx would be lucky to have you as a friend, but she never pushed you. Sevika would sit you down and tell you all of the things she loves about you when you became self-critical. ‘What about me?’ She’d ask you. ‘I have a missing arm and facial scars. Should people avoid me?’ You’d frantically shake your head, stuttering out that Sevika was brilliant and shouldn’t say that. ‘Well, then you can’t say that about yourself either.’ She’d retort. You’d give her a shy smile and she knew you understood what she was trying to do.

“Have you eaten today?” Sevika questions you as you drink some water. The very minute shake of your head makes her sigh. Sometimes you’d forget to eat. It wasn’t your fault since the medicine made you so tired. Your body would simply forget to communicate that it needs to eat.

Sevika heads into the kitchen and makes you your favorite hot meal. The smell of it hangs in the air and she watches fondly as you tear into it. That was one thing she knew you’d eat even when you didn’t feel hungry.

“Did you learn anything new?” Sevika signs. You pause and nod your head.

“I think I can infuse shimmer into a weapon for you.” You sign back.

“When did you become a chemist?” Sevika raises an eyebrow.

“When my older sister needed me to care for her!” You grin and go back to your dinner. Eventually, the exhaustion was taking hold of you again. You couldn’t hold yourself up very well, so Sevika drew you a bath. You pouted and blushed, shying away from your sister’s gaze as she assisted you. You did this every time she helped you in the bath, even when you were a kid. It made her chuckle because to her this was part of her life. She had been changing your diaper since you were six months old. Helping her younger sibling bathe was nothing new to her.

There would be the occasional night where you begged her to sleep next to you. You’d cling to her and cry if she tried to leave the room, so she stayed with you until you fell asleep. Those nights would remind her of her name being screeched from your lips before that old fucker tried to slit your throat. Sevika would grit her teeth and clench her fists, but the tears came anyway. She’d sob her eyes out remembering your small body on the floor, covered in blood. She’d remember Ma’s yells, shoving her out of the door and the burning in her lungs as she sprinted to a healer. Those nights reminded her why she worked for Silco. ‘Hopefully, her new medicine will be done soon.’ ~

The next morning, Sevika woke up to the smell of bacon in the house. She sighs knowing that you took your medicine so you could treat her. As she walks into the kitchen, she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. You were covered in flour with the stupidest grin on your face. Pancakes were her favorite and there was a decent plate of them waiting for her.

“I’m sorry for taking my medicine.” You say as you sit across from her, “I wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve been stressed lately.”

“It’s okay, Y/n.” Sevika reassures you, “Thank you for doing this for me. I love your pancakes.” The smile you give her was one she’d burn into her memory. You lit up every time she praised you for doing something nice for her. You always wanted to make her proud of you, but she already was. Sevika was proud of you for persevering through the day, for trying to be optimistic even when getting out of bed was a struggle for you. She ruffles your hair, giving you a kiss on the top of your head in thanks, as she passes to the kitchen.

“Are you going to kill, Violet?” You stare her down from your seat at the table.

“Not if she stays out my way.” Sevika says offhandedly.

“I don’t want you to.” You state simply. Sevika pauses in the middle of washing her plate.

“You don’t want me to?” She asks, just to make sure she heard you right.

“I don’t want you to.” You repeat, “Not her. Not Jinx. Vander was a good man.”

“Okay.” Sevika goes back to washing her plate, “I won’t.” How could she? You told her not to do it, and she didn’t want to upset you. Besides, she was truthfully iffy about it herself. You place your plate on the counter along with a small box. Sevika shakes her head and finishes washing up before opening it. Even when she told you not to, you insisted on giving her a gift every year.

“Happy birthday, sis.” You smile at her. It was a small leather braided bracelet that had the smallest initial charms on it, “I made it for you.”

“Then, it’s priceless.” Sevika says as you tie it on.

“You say that about everything I give you, Sev.” You giggle.

“If it’s from you, it’s priceless, cub.” She wasn’t lying. Every item you ever gave her was put away in a box so she wouldn’t lose it. Buttons, pins, plushies, small scraps of fabric, and sparkly hair ties. All of it.

“Don’t be late for work. Silco seems to be in a bad mood today. His hold on the Undercity isn’t as strong as it used to be.” You tap her arm.

“No, but mine is.” Sevika grins, “I’m a big scary lady.”

“No.” You hug her, “You’re my big sister. You’re not scary at all.” If Sevika melted into the hug, you’d be the only one to know. She loved your hugs.

After that, not even the Chem-Barons’ foolishness could dampen her good mood. She did her routine check-ins, verifying that all of the shipments were where they needed to be, and handled any overconfident recruits. Silco requested that she grab a gas canister and accompany him to the secret meeting on the promenade. Sevika despised the Chem-Barons, so she was amused watching them gasp for air as he reminded them of their benefactor. But, she had a very special dislike for Finn. The young Chem-Baron took the phrase “Show, don’t tell” too seriously. He was pompous, arrogant, and spent all of his money on flashy things. He believed that the Undercity would be better if it was run by him. Sevika disagreed. Finn was a fish in an area filled with hungry sharks. They’d tear him apart.

You loved calling Sevika a shark. You would laugh until you were red in the face while drawing comparisons. ‘You cruise through the Undercity! You walk like a shark swims. You’d die if you ever stopped moving. You’re quick to aggravate!’ She found it utterly adorable. If you got amusement from that, she wouldn’t stop you. With you in mind, Sevika got to work on adding a weapon modification to her new prosthetic. As someone who preferred using her hands as her weapon, her only logical choice was a machete. So she relaxed in The Last Drop, smoking her cigarillo of choice while she worked on it.

Sevika liked surprising you. She liked seeing the way your eyes lit up when she brought something new home for you. It made her feel bad that she couldn’t take you out in public. It was all the more reason she was so hopeful that the new medication would last longer than a few hours. Singed was nearly done with the new batch. The sound of heavy footsteps makes her look up from her work. The wave of irritation that flows through her toward her guest is enough to make her want to beat him to a pulp.

“Silco isn’t taking any guests.” Sevika says with barely concealed annoyance. She just wanted to relax and work on her attachment. Was that too much to ask? Her guest sat down without being welcomed and she knew she’d have to prepare for some bullshit.

“Not a problem. Wasn’t here for him.” Finn shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant, “I thought it might’ve been you here.” Sevika’s gang members were watching them closely. If she gave the indication to take his head, he wouldn’t take two steps before keeling over. They were loyal to her. People she grew up with and helped out of tough spots. The closest people she’d dare to call her friends. Sevika refuses to waste her time conversing without getting to the point. So, she stays silent and continues to fiddle with her arm.

“…You know, when I ask my mates what Silco’s up to, your name is first out of their mouth.” Finn continues after a period of silence, “Sevika is out in the harbor or Sevika paid the Knuckleheads a visit… You’re a scary lady.” She knew what angle he was trying to play. It was amusing to see how people read her wrong, but this conversation was already exhausting.

“Get to your point.” Sevika says after Finn pauses for too long. She hated being bothered during her downtime and he was taking her time.

“Run a tight ship, don’t you.” He starts fiddling with his lighter, “Except it’s not your ship. It’s his. And Jinx’s.” Finn lacked the art of subtlety. Sevika could read his intentions for miles.

“This is your plan?” Sevika takes a draw from her cigarillo while examining her arm, “Undermine Silco by making a half-assed play of my ego?” How unfortunate for him. Sevika doesn’t have an ego. Her position didn’t matter to her and trying to stroke something that wasn’t there wouldn’t get him far. His miscalculations brought her great amusement.

“Gotta hand it to you, Finn…” She twists her arm, triggering the mechanism and the machete engages, “Every time I think you can’t get dumber, you dig a new low.” The new attachment successfully disengages, and she can’t wait to go home and show it to you.

“Let’s be plain then, he’s slipping.” Finn says bluntly, “The undercity has devolved into chaos and somehow I get the feeling he isn’t up there balancing booksheets.” Would you be upset with her for killing him? It was looking really likely that her new machete would end up through his skull.

“Jinx gets a whim, suddenly his spine is made of jelly. And here you are, shoveling his shit. Ego is one thing. Brains another.” Finn shakes his head. What he says puts a bad taste in her mouth as she scowls and the cigarillo goes out. Sevika angrily glares forward as Finn stands up and walks around the table to her. He was the one shoveling shit. There was a reason she was comfortable being number two. She didn’t care about doing everything Silco didn’t want to do. She knew more about the Undercity’s finances and trades than anyone. So much so that the people of the Undercity respected her more than they respected him. Finn wasn’t the first person to question why she wasn’t the one in charge, but he was pissing her off. There was a soft clink and he extended his lit lighter to her.

“You aren’t the only one dissatisfied with his performance. There’s bigger fish than Silco.” Finn says. He’s right, there are bigger fish than Silco, but he doesn’t understand his proposal. Sevika mentally smirks as she accepts the light. ~

“Singed.” Sevika grunts as she walks into the mad scientist's lab. The chemist raises an eyebrow before he reaches into the drawer and pulls out a thick bottle. It was the same pale pink as all of your other vials of medication.

“I’ve perfected it.” Singed has a slow, borderline maniacal grin that creeps across his face.

“Perfected it?” Sevika’s face twists in confusion.

“This vial of Glimmer will give your sister back her voice and mobility… permanently.” Singed turns to face her, “At least, that’s the plan. The blood samples I tested it on made a complete change and haven’t reverted after three years of observation.”

“Tell me everything.” Sevika demands.

“You must give your sister the full dose. All 60mls of the liquid must be administered within twenty-four hours so it cycles through her body completely.” Singed picks up a bag and hands it to her, “Inside of this bag is an IV line and saline. I recommend you do it while she’s sleeping so there are no interruptions.”

“Are there any possible side effects I need to be aware of?” Sevika says harshly, “Like my sister growing a tail, becoming enraged, or something like that?”

“Sevika.” Singed sighs, “The only side-effects there might be are headaches, increased strength, growth in height, increased speed, and hand-eye coordination. There may be temperamental issues as it settles in, but nothing should change drastically for Y/n. The scarring will remain, but everything else will be tempered.”

“So…” Sevika examines the vial, “It’s like Shimmer but my sister won’t be addicted to it.”

“It’s very loosely related to Shimmer, so there is no addiction. I agreed to do this because I had a personal interest in the challenge… but it may be my best work yet. Please do visit me after this is administered. I would like to see the results.”

“…I’m sure Y/n would like to thank you herself, so we’ll be stopping by even if I don’t want to.” Sevika sighs.

“If you administer it while she sleeps, by morning she should be settled.”

“Alright, well I’m heading out of here then.” Sevika grumbles and heads to the exit. She pauses before she walks through, “…Thank you for this, Singed. This means a lot to us.” She says softly before leaving. Her only acknowledgment is the hum he gives in response. ~

“Sev… come!” She hears you whine from the workshop. Sevika lets out a chuckle as she walks into the room to see you sitting on the desk. There are a couple of vials of shimmer in your hands along with a bottle of water. She had come back home to show you the machete attachment and you squealed in excitement before demanding you work on it now.

Since you took your medicine this morning, you wouldn’t be able to take it now. Having more than one dose in a day made you too tired to leave the bed afterward. Besides, Sevika wanted to surprise you with the new medicine and had to make sure your system was cleared for it.

“So demanding, cub!” Sevika teases as she sits down. You snort and gesture for her to show you the new attachment. She smirks and pretends like she can’t get it to engage which makes you roll your eyes with a huff.

“Stop… playing!” You pout, “Want to… work!”

Sevika chuckles and lets the machete engage. The excited squeal that comes from you as it does only makes her grin wider. Even though you’d be slowed down by your limited range of mobility, that didn’t stop you from grabbing at her arm. Sevika was content to let you fiddle around with things as her mind drifted.

With the new serum from Singed, you’ll be able to step outside of the house for the first time in ten years. There’d be a lot that you’d want to do, so she’d have to schedule a day off. The first place you said you wanted to go was The Last Drop to pay your respects to Vander. Sevika wasn’t prepared for you to meet Silco or Jinx. She was more concerned about you teaming up with Jinx than making a mess of things. You could be quite the prankster when you felt like it. One time you put paprika in her pancakes instead of cinnamon which had Sevika running to the fridge for the milk. You were put on hold from the kitchen after that.

There was also the important matter of Sevika properly teaching you how to fight. As her younger sibling, that made you a target for the people who held a grudge against her. If you couldn’t fight, they would take advantage of that in a second.

“Done!” You chirp and close the hatch on her arm, “Test?” You tilt your head. Sevika shakes hers which makes you pout.

“It’s time for bed, cub. You know that.” Sevika says sympathetically, “But, there’s no doubt in my mind that it will work. You’re the one who made it, you know?” She taps your nose and you let out a giggle. You stare at each other for a moment before Sevika pats her thigh and gives you a huge grin.

“I have a surprise for you, Y/n.” Sevika reaches into the drawer and pulls out the vial Singed gave her. She holds it up in front of her younger sibling and you give it a confused look.

“That's… my… medicine?” You furrow your brow.

“That’s right, but… this one is the final vial you have to take. After this one, you’ll be able to walk outside, cub… You can go outside with me.” Sevika says softly. It takes a moment before her words click in your mind. Your eyes widen and you stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. Your eyes flicker to the vial in her hands and then down to your empty ones.

“I… go… outside?” You whimper, “With… sister?”

“Yes, cub. With me.” Sevika grabs your shaking hand, “Do you want that?”

“...Y-Yes!” You nod enthusiastically.

“Then, let’s get you to bed, hm?” Sevika smiles gently and helps you off of the desk. She goes through her usual routine, snorting when your foot gets caught in your pants leg and you flail. She’s quick to steady you and you’re bounding over to your bed within a minute. Sevika’s heart warms watching as you practically swaddle yourself in your blankets. As you do that, she starts to prepare the medication. She’s keenly aware of you watching as she draws the Glimmer from the vial. Placing the syringe down, she gets to work on flooding the IV line and getting rid of any air in it. She didn’t want any issues during this process. This is too important to fail. She takes a deep breath and aspirates the needle before injecting the Glimmer into the saline bag. Slowly mixing it together, she hooks it up and turns to you.

“Alright, Y/n. I’m ready. Are you ready for bed?” Sevika says softly. There’s some hesitation before her sister gives her a tentative nod. Sevika sits down at the edge of the bed and you jump into her arms. She sighs and holds you tightly as you sob in her arms.

“I know you’re scared.” Sevika kisses your head, “I’m nervous too, but we have to try this. I want you to be able to feel the sun on your skin. I want you to be able to go walking around with me. Are you sure you want this?” You pull away from her and give her a fierce glare. ‘Ah, I know it’s a dumb question, cub… but I don’t want you to do this if you’re not ready for it.’

“Yes.” You say firmly and get back into bed. Sevika nods and takes a deep breath. She picks up the needle and carefully inserts it into your vein before securing it into place. She kisses your forehead before you lean back in bed.

“Now, rest. I’ll be here until you fall asleep, okay?” Sevika opens the IV line and watches the fluid flood the line. Her response is a sleepy nod as your eyes slip shut. ~

Sevika sighs heavily knowing that the stupid meeting with Finn was this morning, but you weren’t awake yet. She had tried waking you up, but you didn’t budge. That left her with the only choice to leave a note and hope you sleep until the afternoon. The bag was nearly empty by now and she estimated that there was only an hour's worth of it left. She takes a sharpie and marks the time at the current level before giving you one last glance and heading out. It hurt more than usual to leave you behind this morning. Last night, all she could think about was the day your pops tried to kill you. All she could hear were your screams of pain and the way you weakly clung to her as she ran. All she could feel was her guilt for not being there for you. For not being able to protect you. She was putting so much trust into Singed’s medicine. She just wanted to give you a better life… one where you didn’t have to rely on a shitty sister like her.

She pushes the door to Silco’s office open and freezes at the scene in front of her. Silco was sitting at his desk with an anxious Jinx standing behind him. That alone wouldn’t have made her do a double-take, but it was seeing Violet standing at the other side of the desk and staring them down. ‘This girl has some balls, I’ll give her that.’ Jinx notices her but doesn’t say anything.

“Ah, Sevika. I’m glad you made it so soon.” Silco calls to her when he notices that she’s here. Vi’s head snaps to her direction and gives her a glare that makes her roll her eyes.

“This is the usual time I come in?” Sevika raises a brow as she leisurely walks towards them. She watches as Vi tenses when she stops next to her. ‘I promised my sibling I wouldn’t hurt you or your sister. You’re safe from me, even if you don’t know it.’

“As you can see a… surprise guest showed up demanding Jinx.” Silco says smoothly, “If you would please remove her from the premises.” He motions to Vi.

“Her name is NOT Jinx!” Vi hisses in agitation but tenses like she’s ready for a fight.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Sevika crosses her arms. Everyone jerks in shock at her words and Silco stares at her in surprise.

“What?” Silco gapes, “Why not?”

“I made a promise to someone who’s fond of the two terrors.” Sevika shrugs, “I won’t break it.” It’s quiet in the room as everyone continues to gape at her. Sevika never said no to Silco, so she knew everyone was appalled.

“If you want to talk to your sister, go sit on the couch or hash it out or something.” Sevika says to Vi before looking to Jinx, “And you, your sister is here tearing apart the goddamn city looking for you. Hear her out. Either way, get lost.” The sister’s stare at each other for a moment before Jinx rolls her eyes.

“I guess I can… hear you out one more time.” Jinx mutters and grabs her sister's hand. She leads them to the door when there’s a knock. They pause before Jinx grins and looks up at the rafters. She jumps up and pulls herself onto the beam before grinning down at her sister. Vi raises an eyebrow but follows after her with ease. Sevika blinks but the knock at the door grabs her attention.

“I’m busy.” Silco says in annoyance, his drink in one hand and a document in the other. The door opens anyway and Sevika watches as Finn comes sauntering in with Renni. Internally, she sighs and rolls her eyes. On the outside, she’s perfectly stoic. ‘Time to act.’ Sevika grabs the chair and places it in front of Silco’s desk. She takes a little extra time to brush off the non-existent dirt before casually taking her spot behind Silco. ‘He’s suddenly on edge, which is good.’ Finn takes a seat and starts flicking his lighter.

“When you took Vander out of play, I thought, "Now here's a man who understands what it takes to run an enterprise." The attitude, the instinct, the eye. The whole package, you were. Always two steps ahead. But time's lapped you, old man.” Finn says. Silco twirls the liquid around in his glass for a moment.

“You're with him, are you?” Silco asks Renni before taking a drink.

“You screwed up, Silco.” Renni retorts. The loud sound of Silco’s glass hitting the desk makes the two in front of him flinch.

“You're too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an "enterprise". We had nothing. You know what bore us through those times…? Loyalty.” Finn clicks his lighter open again and it irks Sevika. She already knew what she planned to do, but she loved watching Silco squirm for once. She slowly let her blade drop out of its hold.

“Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leech off their legacies.” Silco scoffs as Finn uses his lighter to burn the edge of his desk.

“Today's the day you die, Silco.” Finn hisses. Then, the door opens with a bang, startling everyone inside. Sevika snaps her head up and her eyes go wide at the person standing in the doorway.

“Cub?” Sevika breathes out in shock. You look different in some ways. Most noticeably in your height and your eyes. You look a bit taller than you were before with pale pink eyes replacing your regular ones. ‘The medicine.’ Sevika’s heart leapt into her throat. ‘The medicine worked.’

“Sev!” You whimper, flinching in surprise at your own voice, before rushing towards her. Sevika nearly jerks in surprise at the sound of your voice. It was loud. She could hear you clearly without your usual rasp or pauses as you catch your breath. She barely has time to prepare to catch you before you’re jumping into her arms.You cling to her tightly, and that’s when she realizes that something is wrong. You step back slightly and she’s able to get a good look at you. You were standing in front of her with an anxious look in your eyes. She could tell by the way your fingers twitched that you were scared. No. Terrified. Your clothes are burnt, dirty and you’re barefoot.

“What happened?” Sevika growls in anger as her eyes land on your burned hand. Everyone in the room is looking at her in shock. Sevika didn’t show affection to anyone. Not even the women in the brothels. Her mind races thinking about what could have scared you so badly. Was it the fact that she was gone when you woke up? Did something happen at home? Was it something on the way here? If anyone tried to touch you or had touched you, she’d kill them.

You loosen your grip and Sevika watches as you gaze around the room. You pause at Finn, shrinking closer to her, and raise your arm. Your sleeve slips down slightly showing more of the burn.

“Him.” You say firmly.

“Finn?” Sevika says in confusion.

“I woke up to fire.” You say softly, “He was there. At the house.” It took a moment for your words to sink in. Silco’s brows shoot up, Renni looks to Finn in surprise and Finn’s eyes widen.

“What? That’s preposterous!” Finn spits, “Why would I do that to you?” Sevika’s rage tears through her faster than she can process it. It’s only because you’re clutching her shirt that she doesn’t move.

“Are you saying my sister is a liar?!” Sevika fiercely snarls at him. Finn recoils as Silco snaps his head to her.

“Your sibling?” Finn gasps.

“I don’t like him.” You scowl and look at her, “He was going to burn our house down if I didn’t put it out.”

“That’s all I need to hear.” Sevika growls darkly. She steps forward as Finn looks at her in panicked confusion.

“What are you doing?!” Finn yelps, getting up from the chair. Her blade drops down and Sevika lets out an angry yell as she slashes it. Finn stumbles backwards but it isn’t fast enough. There’s a flash of purple before the end of her blade slices through his throat with ease. Renni lets out a small shriek in the background.

Finn’s hands fly up to his throat, the lighter falling to the ground with a clank. He wheezes before choking and stumbling forward. His body hits the floor and the room is silent. Sevika glares down at the dead man before turning it to Renni, “Leave.” She hisses and the woman couldn’t have run out faster. Once the door closes, it’s like a switch is flipped and she worriedly turns to you. She immediately pulls the glove off of your hand to see bandages underneath.

“You’re hurt.” Sevika says softly.

“I’m okay.” You nervously play with the hem of your shirt, “I-I was… too anxious to get to you… to really feel it.”

“That was reckless of you for not looking after yourself properly.” Sevika scolds you, “But… I can’t be mad at you when you’re standing in front of me.” Sevika smiles and the tears spring into her eyes. Her voice is thick with emotion.

“Y-you’re not mad at me?” Your eyes sparkle with hope.

“No, cub. I’m not mad at you.” Sevika shakes her head, “You did what you had to do to keep our home safe. Although, I wish you would’ve been more careful with yourself.”

“I can leave the house now, Sev!” You giggle excitedly and throw your arms around her. Sevika hugs you back just as tightly. ‘I could have lost her again. I could have lost her and…’ Sevika swallows hard and mentally shakes her head. ‘No, don’t think like that. She’s safe.’ Sevika hears two thuds from behind her and that’s when she remembers the two sisters.

“You… have a sister?” Vi says slowly from behind her.

“Yes. Only Silco knows about her. She’s the one who told me not to harm you or Jinx.” Sevika nods at her.

“Hello.” You say shyly and wave.

“So you really do have a heart!” Jinx laughs, “And here I thought you were an empty brute!”

“Forgive me, but… I thought your sister was sick?” Silco says. Sevika couldn’t help the smile that slips onto her face.

“She is… was. She couldn’t leave the house. Some days she couldn’t even leave her bed. Singed helped me out.” Sevika pats your head, “I wanted a better life for her, so I asked him to find a way to help her.” She gives you a fond smile. You grin at her.

“That’s… nice of you.” Vi says.

“That’s my sister!” You giggle, “She’s sweet and caring and always taking care of me and never complaining. I’m grateful to have a sister like her.” You grin widely, making Sevika freeze.

“I’m confused. We’re talking about the same Sevika, right?” Jinx blinks. Sevika rolls her eyes.

“Yup! She’s my number one!” You smile and Sevika’s eyes widen in surprise, “I love my sister and I hope you can get to know her the way I do.” You say softly. Sevika zoned out as everyone in the room rambled about her. Her hard work for years has finally paid off and that’s what you say? That’s she’s your number one? ‘I guess that’s why I’ve always been comfortable being number two.’ Sevika smiles.

#sevika x reader #sevika #sevika arcane #silco #singed #vi #jinx #siblings #disabled reader #sevika & reader #this is not an incest story

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Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling (Part 2)

Part 1 (Here)

cw: NSFW • Sub! Reader • Dom! Yandere • Dark/Yandere Themes • Gore/Death • Monster Fucking • Fae • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Dubcon • Fem! Darling • Dumbification • Praise • Overstimulation • Pheromone Drugging/Aphrodisiac • Manipulation • Breeding

A/N: Upon multiple requests and asks, I’ve decided to expand and make a part 2 for Avarice and Darling’s story. Enjoy♥️

“Freak!”

“You should be ashamed to be alive! When your own sister died, how dare you appear here!”

“Jinx.”

“I hope you die worse than she. Poor soul…”

You snapped out of it when he finally left again. The nightmares of your past seemingly haunting you as the death of so many rested on your shoulders.

Your fault. It was always your fault, wasn’t it? That’s what you were after all. A jinx.

Ava… he haunted you more than anything. His eyes so dull as of late but you couldn’t find it in yourself to assure him of forgiveness you did not want to give. You’d said horrible things to him though, when he’d confessed to killing your entire village due to your pressuring. He killed your family, or at least, the only family you knew. He killed the women and children, the old and innocent. Ava had no discretion when it came to slaughtering humans.

“Of course I love you! You’re my little sister, why are you asking me such a silly question so late?” Your human sister had looked so befuddled when you’d questioned her love for you. It must’ve been a rebellious phase, for she raised you and your younger human siblings much like a mother should’ve. The mother which birthed your siblings and the child swapped for you had lost herself to alcohol and gambling, her husband and your father too loyal to leave her despite the pit she began to dig for the entire family.

Your fault.

“Come eat. This sickness of her’s seems to be affecting us all. Father shall return with a fresh kill, I’ll make a stew. You like deer stew right?” You hated it but nodded anyway, your sister’s cooking so awful it even made your father’s eyes water but… “I do. I love it… and I love you too.” You’d replied, and it was the warmest moment you remember in that small wooden house.

You’d picked your nail beds bloody, eyes numbly staring at the broken skin and wondering why it wasn’t telling you the right answer. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t leave, even if you wanted to, and that was the problem. You didn’t want to leave Ava, because aside from your deceased sister, he was the closest living creature to your heart. He owned part of your soul now too, but you could feel him in you too. It wasn’t one sided, and while Ava certainly was full of cruelty, you knew him capable of care. He cared for you, his people and subjects, and his kingdom.

So why did he do it? Harm so many? Oddest of all, why did he abhor humans to much? He wouldn’t answer anything you asked, merely stating it was a necessity, that they needed to die, or be cleansed as he’d phrased it. You had loved a human dearly though, her memory still filling you with the familiar taste of warmth and overcooked venison. She was not a sister by blood but through life and trust.

Would Ava have killed her too?

You could only wonder endless dark halls of a castle you never saw an exit to. The windows revealing what appeared to be an entire kingdom below, built into a forest much like in tales of your childhood. This was a community, one which you now shared responsibility to help grow and flourish.

You didn’t feel like you were home though.

“Look at me.”

He’s impossible to ignore.

“I will force you if I must.”

You turn, giving the barest of glances upward, head forced to tilt completely back to meet his dark golden eyes. He, in all his immortal and frightening glory, looks tired. You admit it makes something within you ache to see it, but you aren’t ignorant to the fact that you look tired as well.

“You are not sorry at all… are you?” His lips press tight, eyes narrowing a fraction as he cocks his head, a few dark curls spilling like waves to follow the movement. He stalks closer like a predator, and even now, when you know he intends no physical harm to you, it raises your instincts to run. His towering form lowers to the floor where you’ve seated yourself, endless marble surrounding you in an empty ball room, the enormous glass window you’ve opened allowing fresh air in.

“Do you wish me to apologize for eliminating those vile creatures… or for upsetting you?” He cracks a rueful smile, teeth all sharp edges and eyes hardened by your distance. “If it is the latter little flower, then I sincerely am apologetic, I never wished to upset you.” You can tell he’s sincere, see it even, but something still nagged at you that wouldn’t leave.

“Ava…” his full attention is trained on you, “Why do you hate them? What did they do to you?”

His wings shift as he settles himself fully on the ground with you. An image unbefitting of a King yet also suiting him as he leans back on his palms and directs his gaze at the tall ceiling above.

You liked the sight of moonlight bathing him more than candle.

“I thought I loved a human once.”

You flinch, despite knowing it must’ve been so long ago, it stung nevertheless. He twitches, as if to move towards you before he stops himself and settles again, talons scraping along the floor as he continues.

“That human used my youth and ignorance against me and destroyed my entire existence for a time. I lost my position as a rightful heir and prince, lost my home and family, and lost my freedom. I stayed alone a very long time little Faery,” his gaze slides to you, glowing molten gold in rage as he remembers. “All alone, because I did the one thing no Faery is allowed to do, the most forbidden art which exists amongst our kind, all for one measly deceitful human.” His lips pull back in a grimace, even as you crawl a little closer.

He likes that your gaze is upon him again, filled with that familiar compassion and empathy he adores. He just loathes it is directed at him because of his disgusting past.

He watches as your tongue dips out to lick your lips, eyes filled with curiosity as you sit beside him, close enough to nearly touch yet not quite.

“What was it?”

“I granted them access to the Tree of Life. The tree which gave birth to all Faery kind.” His expression turns mocking, jaded as he seems to recall with perfect memory. “I had been ready to pluck the stars from the sky for that filthy ungrateful thing, and they dared to use me to gain eternal life by drinking from the tree’s fountain.”

He sees the look of astonishment and horror, clearly upset as realization dawns. It was said the Tree of Life would die if touched by human hands, destroying all of Faery kind should it occur. If it was true or not was unknown.

“…they touched it…?” You broke the dense silence first, curling your limbs around yourself as you feel the itch of your wings notify you of the awkward arch you’ve made with your spine.

Ava barks a dry laugh, dark amusement sparking in his eyes despite the serious story.

“Of course not little flower. My younger sister killed them before they could dare, becoming a hero for all Faery alike for protecting the race against a treacherous prince and a foul greedy human.”

He’s amuses himself with watching you through a small handheld mirror. Decorated in gold and jewels, the delicate ornate trinket has a spell cast to view his target at will.

You were asleep, tired from the seamstresses which had fussed so long over your dresses and you, face peaceful as you rest on the large expanse of his bed.

You sleep where he awoke this morning. Curled into the spot like you’re attempting to reclaim any warmth left over from his own slumber.

“You’re making quite a disgusting face, your majesty~” his eyes narrow as his mood sours in an instant.

“Leave witch.” He hisses, undisguised displeasure painting his sharp features as they scrunch in revolution.

“Make me faery,” a lithe feminine voice hisses back, his eyes finally lifting to acknowledge the vermillion haired woman which had appeared before him. “What has you making such a warm expression? I nearly lost my breakfast seeing it.” She glides more than walks, shamelessly spreading the floor length fur coat wrapped around her open, sitting on the arm chair of his throne.

“And your presence is going to make me gouge your eyes out and feed them to my hounds,” he flashes an equally unfriendly smile, the air becoming volatile towards the witch.

“Don’t act as if I wish to be here anymore than you wish it. You were the one who requested my potion.”

“Your potion not your presence.”

Dark eyes roll with a flutter, her red painted lip curling in disdain as she snaps her fingers, a small wooden box appearing in her palm.

“It cannot be delivered frivolously faery, or so you trust your servants so deeply?” He doesn’t answer.

She laughs, handing the box over with a smile as he pulls out a silver dagger and plunges it into his forearm.

Gold leaks from the wound, the witch quickly frowning and removing an empty vial to collect the liquid.

“Don’t be wasteful now, your blood is in high demand amongst my coven. It’s an incredibly binding agent.”

“Silence or I will bind your tongue for all eternity.”

“As if you could.” She cackles, vanished and gone before his talons could sink into her throat.

The box rests in his free hand. His distaste for the witches strong, but he admits they create the most potent and stable magical concoctions. They’re good in business too. He notes she didn’t allow a single drop of blood to go to waste before his wound sealed and closed.

“Drink for me, petal.”

You look lovely. Dressed lavishly in the finest silks and slowly becoming more confident in your true appearance. You no longer sit before the mirror and grimace, instead you play absently with your wings, more accepting as time continues.

He would rather just take you by force.

This method somewhat feeling beneath him, but in the end, he was already a wicked monster. What was this compared to his true nature?

You still curl or turn away when he touches you, less trusting of him now and though you should be, he finds it irritating. He wants to feel you melt against him again, blink your pretty eyes up at him and whisper his name with your kiss bitten lips.

You eye the delicate glass cup warily.

His clawed hand holding the pretty pink clear cup was nearly comical. He could tell by the quirk of your lip which you quickly tempered to avoid his detection. He caught it all though, still hoping he’s not forced to make you drink it. Though he doesn’t mind the act, pouring the drink in his mouth and laying his lips over your own to create a seal.

You take the cup gingerly with both hands, licking your lips as you bring it close to sniff.

“What is it…?” You look confused, nose scrunching up adorably, and he finds he wishes to kiss you there.

He’s forced to stay where he is though, aware you will wiggle and run if he touches you.

“Tea, made from milk, honey, and dried fruits.”

“It smells sweet…” you still eye him with mistrust, but you take a sip anyway, eyes lighting up as you take another. “It’s very good,” you’re not immune to bribery, “Thank you.”

For just a short moment, he feels his chest warm and a genuine smile grace his lips.

“You’re welcome, little flower. Thank you as well.”

“Huh?” You’ve finished the tea. “What for…?” His smile grows as you tilt your head in confusion.

“For being so foolish.”

You’re burning from the inside out. Tears and drool soaking your face and the bed as you cry out again.

“Why?” Digging your nails into the fabric, you find the texture appalling compared to usual, too rough and cold. “Ava…” you struggle to breathe, chest heaving as perspiration clings to you like a second skin. “It hurts…” you were fading into a blur of dizziness as your lower belly cramped again, more wetness coating your inner thighs.

“Shh…” he coos, ignoring your weak flinch as he slides his long tongue from your chin to your cheek, drinking your tears as his chest rumbles like a giant cat. “Do you need something sweet girl? Use your words.” He murmurs, groaning as he sees the amount of fluid you’ve leaked, your pussy swollen and glistening as you buck your hips and whine.

“Mean—!” He chuckles at your accusation, smiling shamelessly as he continues his chaste kisses against your skin.

“To you, petal? No, mean would be if I left you like this, no release for your poor little body.” He threatens, ignoring your silent pleas and body language for him to touch you more, keeping just enough distance to have you clawing at him to come back. “I’m nice though, I’m going to kindly fill your womb and make it all better.” It’s like a demon whispering in your ear as you writhe beneath him. His large frame cages you though, presses down on you as your bare chests connect and you can feel the thundering in his rib cage through your own. “Are you going to be good and let me breed you, little feary?”

You can’t think. Not when the promise of something hot and big going inside you, stretching you out like your body is begging for now. You nod, mind already gone as your clouded eyes connect with his own. You look high, pupils blown as he brings two fingers to his lips, opening his mouth and breaking off two of his sharp claws to blunt them.

“Spread your legs.” You obey, pliant body opening at his commands as he uses his fingers to dig into your slick gooey hole. He delights in your moans and reactions, hips moving for more friction as he fucks your tight entrance loose enough to take his cock inside you. “That’s it, petal, you don’t need to think anymore. Let go for me,” he murmurs, kissing you gently, tongue melting into your mouth while he digs his fingers up and rubs until you’re coming around his digits.

He pulls them out slowly, eyes drifting down to catch the sticky wet mess you’ve made and the jump of his cock in response. He laughs, deeply to his core as he brings them to his lips and lets you watch him clean them, blissed out expression marred with tears from pleasure and pain.

“You’re mine. For eternity, you will be always be mine.” His eyes are wild, something frightening entering them as he laughs, face so pleased and enamored you feel the urgent sense to crawl away from him, to run. “There is no escaping me. No where you can go that I won’t find you.” You feel too weak and sluggish to move, to even fight back, as his dark hand wraps around your neck, magic and gold swimming beneath his flesh. He feels warm, hotter than even you and your feverish mind. “I am no longer a patient a male, no longer content to wait and watch for results. You deny me, your mate, for humans which wanted to sacrifice you to a false deity, planned to rape and defile you,” he’s squeezing tighter, not cutting off air but blood flow instead as your mind becomes fluffy and unfocused. He speaks directly into your ear, the pointed tip curling down as he settles himself between your thighs. “They wanted to burn you, did you know? They called you a jinx, hated you, only wished you harm and destruction in the most vile and painful ways… and yet you still choose them?” He looks mad, smile filled with malicious intent and eyes glittering like jewels.

You speak with what little focus you have left…

“My sister…loved me.”

His smile falls, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Always…she loved me.”

He shakes his head, disapproval clear. “You think she loved you. Humans aren’t capable of love, my sweet flower.”

“You’re wrong…” he halts, watching as you weakly claw at his hold on your neck. “She loved me..! I know she did! You’re wrong! Take it back!” You cough as he releases your throat completely, eyes wide as you look at him with burning resentment even so deep under the influence of an aphrodisiac.

“I love you, but you,” you look filled with hurt, “you don’t love me.”

He’s shocked into silence as you seethe beneath him, face firm and eyes resolute as you declare his feelings for you.

He snarls, snapping his teeth at you, rage filling him as his wings spread out and magic and malice fill the air.

“I am not afraid to punish you, petal. I will not tolerate disrespect—,”

“Neither will I!” Even in tears, shaking as you are, he shifts back, the overwhelming force of your emotions startling him. “You treat me as if I am not worthy of respect, as if I’m not worthy to be listened to. You aren’t—,” you heave for air, struggling to draw in enough oxygen as you whirl on him, “—asking me. For anything. You just take…”

He’s silent, body frozen and tense as he watches you.

“Was it all a lie… when you said you’d be my friend? I thought faery couldn’t lie,” you’re in tears once more, sorrow endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

“No, don’t cry like that,” he feels oddly sick seeing you so upset like this. His frame once more curling around you, but to simply wrap you in the blanket and bring you to his chest. “We are friends, mates, I do not lie.” He whispers, cradling your body to his chest, trying to urge you to look at him.

“Friends don’t sneak away and do things that they know I wouldn’t like,” you calm after a while, swollen tear streaked face turned into his chest while he pets your hair.

He knows it must be painful, still under the effects of the drug he’d given you. His touch helping ease some of the heat.

“Okay. Okay, I was wrong, I…,” his teeth bare as he forces it past his lips, “I apologize…for not respecting your wishes…,” it makes him want to tear one of his hearts out and crush it. His hatred for humans no less despite his apology.

You look hopeful though, eyes returning some of the light he adores within you.

He’ll apologize everyday if he’s allowed to see that.

“Oh gods…!”

He’s trying to kill you. He must be.

You can’t struggle away though, no escape in sight, and true to his word Ava has filled your womb over and over again. You’re delirious on the pleasure, the second his heavy cock had entered you the earlier burning pain subsided into mind numbing euphoria. Each powerful snap of his hips has your body jolting upward, one large palm wrapped around your neck keeping you anchored. You could feel every vein and inch searing into you, eyes going in and out of focus on him face as he heaves for air and fucks you into another orgasm.

“Please, more, I need more—!” You’re reduced to a tearful mess, wantonly begging for his seed as he grimaces and fills you up again, balls drawing up tight as your cunt ripples around his length.

His face is ruined, eyes more red than gold as his pupils remain blown out, thick lashes holding a small cluster of tears as he licks his lips and continues his ravenous pace inside you. His hair clings to his face and horns, black curls damp with sweat and your cum, taking on a nearly purple hue. He wears a delirious expression like you, drugged out into oblivion as you both pant and moan as the heat devours you.

He’d felt badly for drugging you, especially as you writhed and cried in pain. His solution had not been to find the witch he’d bought the elixir from though.

He’d simply drank the remaining fluid while smiling mischievously.

“Let’s just fall into complete depravity petal,” he’d said, before your world went in and out of darkness. Only the scent of sugar and spices dominated your brain, and the feeling of fullness and completion each time he spilled his load within you.

“Are you ready for another sweet faery?” He knew you couldn’t answer, knew that words were too far away for your cotton filled mind to conjure. He asks anyway, drawing your hips off the bed, leaving your upper body limp on the soaked silks while he bounces you on and off his cock. “I’ve always known it is hard for Fae to conceive.” He speaks with a slur, as if it is liquor intoxicating him and not a lustful spell. He laughs as you cum around him, moan so breathy it appears like a silent scream as your back arches higher. “I have a good feeling it will not apply to us.” He nods, slamming down to the hilt as he collapses on you while he comes too, nose buried in your collar bone as he humps out his remaining seed and presses deep to ensure it stays.

“I think your little cunt likes being bred, gripping me so tightly so I can’t leave it,” he huffs, breathing labored as he sees you’ve lost consciousness again.

“Looks who’s mean now…” he murmurs tiredly, but his smile is fresh as he licks up your sweat and tears, cock already hardening again as blood swims in his ears like a river.

“I can’t anymore—!” It’s a squeal and a whine mixed, as Ava grunts against your throat.

“Can’t what, petal?” He asks rhetorically, humming as he slowly rolls your hardened nipple between two clawed fingers. His free hand between your legs, messily rubbing your clit as he works his cock inside you. His thrusts are no longer as violent or heavy as they were two days prior when he’d taken the drug, but his body still howled to press you flat and fill you up. To mark his mate up for all to see.

You look divine to him, too weary to even bite him anymore, nails broken from scratching at his back and arms when he’d blacked out and taken you too roughly. Even still, you looked beautiful, skin less sweat soaked and more simply damp, his care to ensure you drank water paying off in between rounds of riding him.

“I think your cunt has finally relaxed,” he teases, enjoying the sloppy squelching which echoes as he drives into you, your pussy indeed finally accepting it’s fate to be subjected to his cock for eternity. “Your womb has dropped too,” his hand stops torturing your clit to press on your lower belly, purring as you weakly complain.

“Let me rest…”

“No. I took the drug later than you, so it’s still in effect for me.” He chuckles, merrily still using your exhausted body. “Just a little more sweet girl, be good for me,” he moans, head falling back as his eyes close in bliss, cock twitching once again to fill you up.

“I truly am…with child?” His eyes are as wide as your own, cradling you close away from the vermillion haired woman who sneers at Ava.

Rolling her eyes, she nods, fingers pressed to her temples as if her mind is aching.

“Yes. You are with child, as I’ve confirmed four times already. Congratulations little Queen, you managed to love the unlovable.”

“Watch your tone and words witch,”

“My race is not an insult you foul monster—!”

They halt as you giggle, features radiant as you smile and hold your hands over your belly.

“A baby!” Ava is stricken at your delight, throat closing as something sweet tickles him inside. Your floral scent warmer these days, his keen hearing picking up on the second beating of a heart quickly.

“Yes,” he nods, like a love sick dog he grins and answers each time your repeat it in amazement.

The witch truly feels revolted to her core, but wordlessly leaves a book for new faery parents. Leaving without thanks as the happy family gushes over the good news.

As if the disgusting King didn’t know how powerful an aphrodisiac and fertility drug he used on his mate was.

She shrugs, teleporting away to her coven to return to work, minutely pitying the poor faery captured by the dark Fae.

They’re the only fae that can lie after all.

Dividers/@cafekistune

#Fae #Dark Fae King #Yandere Fae #Yandere Fae x Fem! Darling #yandere x darling #male yandere x fem darling #Dark fae king x changeling reader #part 2 #faecore #yancore #monster smut #faery smut #fae smut #yandere smut

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kurogxrix · 5 months

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Stomach Empty, Heart Full

Viking!Bucky x Wife!reader

IN WHICH you’re sick and refuse to eat, but it’s nothing that your beefy husband Bucky can’t help with.

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: vague mentions of smut, mentions of puke, beefy!bucky, INACCURATE VIKING UNITS, pregnancy(?).

A/N: my mom is the BIGGEST viking fan and yet idk anything abt em so…yes everything about this is inaccurate. From their beds to their huts but it’s fiction so who CARES.

A huge campfire was bustling outside your hut, that you knew. The sounds of men and women alongside their noisy children made the headache currently gnawing at your head just about 10 times worse. You’d been lying sick since this morning and if you were being honest with yourself, all you craved was for a good sip of water alongside the company of your dear husband.

Talking of, Bucky had been gone for far too long now. Even though he’d just gone on his regular routine as a fellow warrior, it helped that they’d only gone out to hunt that morning.

You suddenly winced as the high pitched wail of a kid adventuring far too close to your hut breached your ear drums, and from the thud that you’d heard a split second before, he’d taken a nasty fall to himself. It didn’t help that his father had chosen the front of your hut opening to reprimand his son, the headache feeling like it would burst out from your head and carve a hole through your skin at any moment now.

You couldn’t tell what sort of sickness you’d picked up on, but hell if you wouldn’t give up anything in your possession in that instant for an ounce of relief. Your stomach yelled at you for food, but the ache in your head only increased the growing nausea that came with your illness. You were sure that once you’d be healed and back on your feet, you’d kill whichever scum had passed on their bug to you.

Comfort only came as you curled over yourself, soft blankets warming you, the stitches and patches of soft furs from all sorts of animals that Bucky had hunted and skinned for you. You missed your husband so, so much more in your sick haze. Your eyes finally started to droop as you felt your body giving in to slumber, which was hard prior to the insane pounding at the far back of your head.

It didn’t take long for your vision to darken, your rumbling stomach being the furthest of your worries as a faint smile overtook your features as you felt the headache begin to dissipate as sleep pulled you in its arms. You could almost taste it, the sweet and victorious taste of relief, when-

“You are not joining us tonight?” And there it was, the pounding in your head almost immediately punched back to life at the loud sound of whoever that was that had breached your hut. You groaned in dismay, turning around reluctantly to find your sister looking at you in confusion. It didn’t help with the fact that she was your sibling, but at that instant you wanted nothing more than to rip her hairs straight from the root and craft yourself a rag doll with them out of spite.

“Get out.” you mumbled before rolling back, not missing the way her eyebrows furrowed at your rudeness. You’d treat her a little better if you felt a little better, but you didn’t, and to add to that the only person that you wanted with you right now was probably fighting off whatever beast was hiding in the forest.

She did, however, listen to you for what felt like the first time in your entire life as sisters. A content sigh left your lips at the newfound silence, as silent as it could be with a meal in preparation happening outside. Finally, you felt the warm arms of slumber welcoming you again in the embrace that you seeked so much, and it felt a little too good to be true. Maybe because you had a knack for jinxing yourself, but the sound of the hut door creaking again had you close to tears.

The sound of metal colliding against the floor however, gave you a brief idea that it was in fact not your sister. You didn’t have it in you to greet your husband, instead choosing to wallow in your pain as you held yourself like a dying child. You didn’t hear much from Bucky but the rustling of something that sounded big and meaty, probably a catch that he’d brought home to skin later.

On his side, Bucky was confused as to why you weren’t outside with the other people. It wasn’t that you didn’t know that the feast had arrived, and if you’d fallen asleep, the doubling in noise would’ve surely awakened even the deafest foe. He contemplated waking you up before his blue eyes fell upon the bucket of water by the door, as full as it was before he’d left home that morning.

With his eyebrow furrowed, Bucky kneeled beside you in all of his silence. You could hear the trinkets attached to his belt clanking against one another, his booted feet causing a heavy thud against the floor.

“You haven’t drunk, you haven’t eaten.” he stated as a matter of fact, and your undying silence threw him off. He’d been your husband long enough to know that you weren’t sleeping, eyelids shut as a decoy more than anything. The beefy brunette sighed at your actions, eyes flickering between the abandoned wooden plate that harboured his food, waiting for him in all of its loneliness. The cut of meat had his mouth salivating for a taste, after all he had been gone all day to bring back food for his people, why shouldn’t he enjoy it?

Yet, he just couldn’t get himself to as he eyed your curled figure. There must’ve been a reason why you hadn’t bothered to take care of yourself today, of course there must’ve been one, and as your husband - it was all the more his duty to care for you. There was no resentment or obligations in his actions, only love.

One of Bucky’s palms slid under your cheek, disconnecting your face from its warm place upon the layers of furs. You whined in dismay, but Bucky didn’t falter. His huge palm covered half of your face, his thumb rubbing at your cheek with inclination. You felt your body relax once more as he slowly let go, as much as you’d normally complain, this time you felt happy as your cheek made contact with the blanket once more.

Your peace didn't last long, not when you had a burly husband who had enough force to take down a 300 pound beast on his own. You gasped suddenly as you felt his arms wrapping themselves around you, before pulling you into the warmth of a familiar torso. You wasted no time getting comfortable, you head pushing impossibly further into the firm flesh of his chest to serve as a pillow. It didn’t faze Bucky, blue iris simply gazing down at your slithering form.

“You haven’t eaten today,” he states again, and this time you’d actually taken the courage to look up at him, eyelids pushing away from each other painfully slowly as you tried to adjust to the dim light of the oil lamps burning by the side of the hut. You could feel his warm palm slowly inching itself into caressing your back through the material of your dress, the beaded necklace that you wore squished between the both your bodies.

Bucky didn’t ask, he could tell that you were ill and you had no intentions of talking if you didn’t feel well. So he did what he could, a hand digging into the meat in his plate to rip a fat piece off. You watched in dismay as his hands dragged to your mouth, pausing before you closed lips as you refused him access.

“You’ll be even more ill if you don’t eat, come on.” his gruffly voice sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the ends of his long, auburn hair tickling your cheeks as the wind whistled past the cracks of your shared hut. Your nose involuntarily scrunched at the smell of the meat before you, which you normally loved like all people in your village. Bucky took notice of your discomfort, lowering his hand slightly to prevent you from puking all over him and the place.

You made a sound of frustration, sick and tired of being sick and tired. You simply wanted to eat and all the more drink but your body just wouldn’t let you do any of it. So sick that tears pricked at your waterline again, resurfacing the throbbing headache that'd been killing you since this morning.

You couldn’t even have told when the sob had burst through your mouth, but it had apparently and it didn’t fail to startle the hulk of a man you were lucky to call your husband. In a split second, the food was dropped back in the discarded plate, and his hands were quick to carelessly wipe clean against his cloak with little to no care for it.

Bucky’s heart was hardened from the series of events that’d turmoiled his life from his birth, being a viking was anything but easy. He’d bathed in blood, his own like not, he was scarred mentally just as physically. Yet, he was fierce with a shell as hard as rock to carry his sorrows in. Despite all, nothing hurt Bucky like seeing you upset, or even worse in this scenario, hurt.

Cradling your head to his chest, he tilted your head softly towards his own as you cried upon his chest. It was weird seeing a woman such as yourself cry over something that couldn’t be seen, yet enough described because your words wouldn’t even allow you to. So to say that Bucky was worried was an understatement, you’d never cried over something so minor, best to deduct that it wasn’t.

“I’ll go and fetch the lach, better hope that Thyra has the herbs to fix you a remedy.” he spoke more to himself than to you, referring to the village healer. You didn’t want him to go though, you’d spent enough time on this miserable day away from the only man you’d wish to see, so you weren’t about to let him go.

“No, I can handle it until daytime. I just want to eat…I’ll try the meat again.” Bucky looked down at you in hesitance, remembering the way you looked so sick at the approach of his food. Nevertheless, he brought the food back up to your mouth, and you had to fight the inner battle to not throw up now and then. He could see your struggles, yet he only focused on your determination.

You chewed slowly so as to not upset your stomach further, giving Bucky the time he needed for him to get a taste of his own meal as well. Sure, the cut was barely enough for a man of his size but at least he’d get you to eat, he could always go out and get some more once you were satiated. His hand that wasn’t busy feeding the both of you was still glued to your back, keeping you flushed against his chest as he sat legs crossed amongst the many blankets.

You couldn’t help with the way your heart soared at his worry, at his care, and at his love. Sure he wasn’t the most verbally expressive man, but his actions meant more to you than any I-Love-Yous. The way his fingers curled against your side as a measure of extreme protection had you weak in the knees, and that said a lot considering you weren’t even standing.

By the time you’d both exhausted whatever food was on his plate, Bucky’s skilled hand worked for water. Grabbing a cup from the side, he sought water from the bucket by your front door. He took a drink first, draining the cup in two quick gulps. You watched as he served himself another cup, a drop of water dribbling past his beardy chin and onto the defined curve of his Adam's apple.

Fuck and if he didn’t just look so hot, you’d really gotten the finest pick of all men in your village. You lifted an unsuspecting hand up to his cheek, the prickly feeling of his beard against your palm made a shiver run down your spine. So much for all the days he’d spent buried between your legs, you felt a ghost of the burn you’d feel on your inner thighs at the friction everytime.

The sounds of water sloshing around brought you out of your daydreams, finally receiving the end of the cup as he lifted the edge to your lips. You liked everything about this, getting pampered while laying in your husband's arms. You couldn’t possibly have gotten two sips down your throat before-

“Maybe I should call the midwife to check on you tomorrow.” Bucky randomly blurted out, and you swore you’d never accidently taken a gulp of water this big before. The choking came first, then the excessive coughing fits before the headache resurfaced again. Now maybe you’d rethought everything, maybe you didn’t want to spend the rest of the night with Bucky anymore.

His hands quickly abandoned the cup to rub at your back, some silent apology of some sorts for surprising you, and eventually causing you to choke.

“You don’t think…” you looked up at your husband after you had calmed down, expectant baby blue iris staring right back at yours. Your lips were slightly parted in the confoundment of his words, you found yourself unable to speak past your sentence. You didn’t know any contraceptives further than a remedy of herbs, spells and whatnot the untrustworthy pull-out method. Yet even if Bucky had been very obedient when it came to following that way, there were some days where he just couldn’t help himself.

His silence made you sigh to yourself, but you didn’t feel like speaking further yourself. The hut fell into a peaceful silence as you both wallowed in the other's presence, soaking each other's affection through soft touches and occasional prayers.You closed your eyes once more for the night, allowing yourself to fully sink into your husband’s burly arms.

Bucky didn’t complain, waiting for your shoulders to fall limp in indication that you’d finally submitted to the slumber you so craved. Now that you were sleeping, tucked and fed, he could finally go out and reach for a serving more appropriate for a man of his size. Though he staggered for a second, kneeling besides your sleeping form along the blankets that he’d arranged over you.

He moved the blanket properly after noticing that you’d already managed to mess up the ‘bed’ despite being dreams deep into your sleep. Bucky allowed his hand to hover over your stomach, before providing extra heat to the area that crossed his palm. He watched as your lips twitched into a smile in your sleep, his thumb uncontrollably caressing at the clothed area at the sight of your delight.

A rare smile tugged at the corner of Bucky’s lips, something that only you and his family had gotten to experience more often. His hand left your stomach as he rose to his feet, a distant dream of an infant swaddled by green cloth burning by the back of his mind. He didn’t turn back as he left the tent, stomach empty but heart full.

i’m working on 2 requests rn but i’ll be busy all weekend so expect a fic by next friday‼️

#IM SO TIRED!#sped ran this fanfic i’m so sorry #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #viking!bucky #viking!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #husband!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x wife!reader #husband!bucky #bucky barnes oneshot

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pholla-jm · 4 months

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So Close, Yet So Far

IMAGINE: SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR ~ LUFFY X READER GENRE: FLUFF Mizpah- the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance. ********************

Luffy could have swore he saw something familiar.

Something so familiar that it made his heartbeat increase and excitement fill his body. He would recognize that form anywhere.

That’s why he didn’t hesitate to run after the familiar figure. Ignoring the calls from his nakama. Their shouts for him fell on deaf ears.

“Ugh,” Nami groans while pinching the bridge of her nose, “I swear, those ears are just for decoration.”

Luffy ran all around town, asking if they had seen this figure he saw earlier. He described this person with perfect precision, yet no one had seen them. It confused him, frustrated him even more.

He could have sworn he saw you. The hope that filled him, just from the thought of seeing you, was too great. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you multiple times and take in your familiar scent that he grew to love. But you were too far away from him.

Now that the feeling of hope was starting to fade away, another feeling replaced it. Longing filled his heart. It felt like you were just arms reach from him, but you weren’t. You were miles away, seas away even.

Luffy laughs to himself. It’s not possible that you were here. You were home, at Dawn island.

“Luffy! What are you doing?” The ship’s cook shouts at him. Luffy was silent, not really hearing his question. Sanji was quick to notice this. “Luffy, is everything alright?”

Luffy blinks a couple times, finally hearing Sanji’s voice.

“Yeah. Just thought I saw someone.” “Oh, who?”

Luffy grins widely, “don’t worry about it.”

Luffy turns around and walks the other direction.

Sanji doesn’t push it, but he thought it to be very for him to be acting this way. Maybe he was hungry? Yeah, that has to be it.

Many, many hours later, the crew was heading back to the ship. Some were drunk and half awake. Some, taking care of each other. Luffy stayed silent the whole time. Something that the whole crew found weird, but decided not to bring it up. They didn’t want to jinx their luck.

All Luffy wanted to do was head to his quarters and look at some of the things you gave him before leaving.

“I was beginning to think that no one was going to return to the ship.” An unknown voice calls out once the crew is back on the ship- well mostly unknown.

An unknown person leaned against the railing of the ship, flipping through pages of one of Robin’s books.

While everyone either drew out a weapon, ready to fight if needed. However, Luffy’s reaction was opposite. His eyes widened, mouth forming into a huge smile. He could feel his heart start to beat faster like it used to.

It was you.

The same you he was looking for just hours ago.

You looked different though. You hair styled differently, and you had a bit more muscle on you. But your voice sounded exactly the same.

A deep inhale entered Luffy’s lungs as he couldn’t contain his excitement anymore. “(Y/N)!” He shouts happily and throws himself at you.

“(y/n)?” The crew questions. Why would Luffy know this person?

Laughter fell from your lips as you wrapped your arms around Luffy’s body. His arms wrapping around you multiple times. As much as he could, just enough to let you breathe, but enough to feel you as close as possible.

“Luffy.” You breathe out with a happy smile on your face. It was surreal seeing him again. “I’m so happy that you’re here!” Luffy voices your thoughts as well. “Me too.”

“OH!” Luffy says pulling away from you, “I want you to meet my crew!” He says, pulling you towards the confused crew members.

“Who are you?” Nami questions. “This is (y/n), they’re from Dawn Island.”

“Ooh, so is this another one of your siblings?” The blonde asks.

Your face scrunches up at his words and Luffy laughs, “nah. They’re more special than that.”

“Eh??!” The crew shouts at this revolution.

“So wait… wait. What are you doing here then?” One of them asks. “Well, I got bored of waiting on the island so I went on an adventure of my own.”

You turn to Luffy with a small pout on your face. You had told Luffy that you would wait for him when he first left the island. But you couldn’t wait any longer. You were itching to leave the island, have an adventure of your own. And then find Luffy on your own.

“I hope you don’t mind, Luffy. I know I said I would wait.”

Luffy’s grin doesn’t falter, “I don’t mind! You found your way back to me!” You laugh, “of course. I’ll always find you.”

“Are you going to stay?” Nami asks. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course you’re staying!” Luffy says and relief floods you. You really didn’t want to leave Luffy again. And Luffy really didn’t want to leave you again.

You were finally here, with him. Within arms length.

#oneshot #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #op x reader

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drvscarlett · 20 days

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About You Pt4

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A/N: took me a while to update but here it is! Let me know your thoughts about this

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife @skywalker1dream @vicurious28 @cristianovettel

2010, Bahrain International Circuit

Seb: Hey, did you already leave? Can we talk? Seb: Happy holidays Y/N, I hope you are spending time with the family Seb: Its a new year, I hope you get a better year. Seb: Aren't you going to pre-season testing? Seb: Hope to see you in Bahrain

Y/N sighed as she read the messages over and over again. It's quite an asshole move to leave Sebastian on read but Y/N couldn't bring herself to reply to the messages because she was hurt by their last conversation. The heavy feeling is even more aggravated because all she ever wanted was to hear a simple sorry from Sebastian.

Unfortunately, that's the only message that Sebastian hasn't sent.

"Are you still not talking with Sebastian?"Mark enters the room.

Mark knew that Sebastian and Y/N had a fallout after Abu Dhabi. At first, he was a bit clueless about what's happening but with Y/N constantly shutting herself in her room and Mark getting a glimpse of the one-sided conversation-it was difficult to ignore it.

The whole thing became even more hard to ignore when Sebastian resulted to texting Mark over the winter break to check on Y/N. Mark tried to ask Sebastian about what happened but Sebastian said that he just said some things that can make a friend feel hurt.

Bullshit, that's what Mark said in his mind. He knew that her sister won't be moping and act like this if its something as simple as that.

"I don't wanna talk about him" she grumbled.

"You know that you have to talk to him eventually"Mark ever the rational "He is our co-worker and we have to be professional in work."

It's something that Y/N knows. She knows that she will not place her professionalism in jeopardy but as much as she could she would delay talking to Sebastian. Her fear is that if she ends up forgiving Sebastian, without him asking for it, then this situation might repeat again.

"I won't let work interfere with Seb"Y/N assured.

There was a silence between the two Webbers. It was a comfortable silence where they seem to be using their siblings communication signals to determine if they should push the topic or not.

"He got pole position today, it might give Red Bull a fight for championship don't you think" Mark offered "Maybe you can talk to him like congratulate him for a conversation starter"

"I'm well-aware Mark, I have been watching the qualifying"

She was actually debating whether she would say a simple congrats knowing how proud Sebastian is with his pole. If this was last year, she would have been there at the parc femme. However, things aren't easy like that.

"You can talk to me about anything okay?" Mark reminded. Maybe at the back of Mark's head, he feels like there are more to this than just a petty friendship fight. But he didn't want to push her sister to being annoyed with his constant questions.

"I promise I will when the time is right."

"You know maybe if Sebastian loses the race then maybe you should see it as a sign to talk to him"Mark joked a bit to lighten the mood

"That's mean"Y/N playfully punched her brother "That's never going to happen he is on pole"

"Why not if he does not get a podium finish then you will talk to him"

"Are you seriously jinxing your team Mark?"Y/N laughed

"Okay, that's a deal"

"I tell you that its never gonna happen"Y/N assured.

And its like the universe played a cruel joke on Y/N, Sebastian did not have a podium finish. He still finished 4th but knowing Sebastian, the German driver is obviously frustrated.

Mark did not finish well but he has this knowing smirk on his face as he nudged his sister's ribs. Y/N resisted the urge to slap him at the back of his head since they were in front of a lot of Red Bull sponsors.

"Go on and talk to him" Mark whispered"I promise to behave here"

Y/N took a detour to the catering and grabbed an orange. She immediately went to Sebastian's driver room where she saw Britta exiting.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" she quizzed the younger Webber "I thought you and Seb weren't in speaking terms"

"Well I think with what happened today then I have to check up on him"Y/N replies.

Britta could just hug Y/N because she knows that Sebastian was really in a terrible mood after losing out the podium. It would mean a lot for Y/N to speak to Sebastian before Britta could bring him back for media duties.

"I'll stall the media for a bit, I'm giving you 10 minutes okay?" BrItta informed

"Thanks B"

Y/N felt nervous whether how to start a conversation with Sebastian. She fiddles with the orange in her hand as she walked in the room to seek the German driver.

"Seb?"

Sitting in the corner of the room, Sebastian looked up. His eyes were red, obviously from crying, and his hair was in complete disarray.

"Y/N?" Sebastian was confused "You're here?"

"I figure you need an orange"

In essence, Y/N didn't want to brush things off like that. She didn't want to appear out of the blue and be friends with Sebastian again. But the moment that Sebastian hugged her, it all melted away. She thought of nothing else as she missed this.

Sebastian too was thinking of the same thing. He wanted to apologize in person and he wanted to do it right now. However, he didn't want to ruin the moment. He just got her back.

Somehow its both of their fault that they brush off things like that.

2010, Albert Park

Sebastian, Mark, and Y/N arrived in Australia a couple of days before the race so as tradition goes Sebastian was once again a guest to Webber's family dinners. Sebastian feels at home with the family and even helped with the dinner preparations.

"Where's Y/N" Mr. Webber asked

"Y/N went to the market to buy some lemons that mum needs" Mark informed "She should have been here an hour ago"

"Should I give her a call?" Sebastian asked

Like a perfect cue, the door opens revealing Y/N.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I got a little bit of a car problem and its a good thing that I got someone to help me. "Y/N greeted "I hope you don't mind setting up another plate for dinner"

Of course, no one minded. The table was big enough to add guests. Sebastian was bringing the plates to the dining room when he was surprised to see Jenson Button standing there.

"What are you doing here" Sebastian was quick to ask

"Jenson is the one that helped me fix my car, thank God for drivers right?" Y/N replies

This annoyed Sebastian greatly but he knows that he cannot let his emotions get the best of him. He remembered how he acted the last time in Abu Dhabi and he surely doesn't want a repeat of that. It's just so annoying that Jenson Button is always at the scene of the crime when it comes to Y/N.

"Jenson?" Mark was also confused "You are in Australia early"

"Got an early flight, I was touring around and then I saw Y/N" Jenson smiles.

Knowing the previous history of Y/N and Jenson, Mark was also very skeptical. The seating arrangement ended up with Y/N between Mark and Sebastian while Jenson is sitting across Sebastian.

Dinner went on great, the dishes were great, but Sebastian could not shake this horrible feeling in his stomach. He hated how Jenson was mingling well and joking around with the whole family. Jenson had a way with Mrs. Webber, complimenting her food and the homey space decorations.

Still, Sebastian tried to push the green monster of envy away.

"Jenson, didn't you date my daughter Y/N before?" Mr. Webber remembered

"DAD"Y/N and Mark immediately hissed

"What, I'm just curious that's all" the eldest Webber defended

Jenson had a boyish smirk gracing his face and Sebastian wanted to punch that smirk on his face. He knew that if he didn't punch Jenson then Mark would.

"Well we went on a date for one time but that's it were good friends" Jenson explained

"But why Y/N, Jenson seems like a good lad plus he is a world champion" Mrs Webber butted in.

She seems to have grown fond of the British driver in such a short span of time. Her fondness is a stark contrast to the irritation that Sebastian has been feeling.

"Me and Jense are cool as friends, right?" Y/N cleared out

"Well if you wanna go on a date again, I wouldn't mind"Jensen jokingly stated.

Jealousy is a disease that Sebastian Vettel is inflicted with. Maybe its because Jenson already has two things that he really wanted which is a championship and a date with the girl he really liked. But whatever Sebastian was feeling, he kept it at bay for the sake of peace.

Anyways, he can run over Jenson on track.

2010, Sepang International Circuit

Y/N has to say that this is a very difficult start of the season for Red Bull. Mark and Sebastian went on winning poles yet they haven't won during the actual races. To say that she was ecstatic to see the Red Bull P1-P2 for today's race is not enough to describe how she is feeling.

Looking up at the podium and seeing the two drivers smiling at each other, Y/N took that opportunity to snap a photo of them. She prayed for more weekends like this as both drivers deserve this kind of victories.

Once the celebration ended, she went back to the motorhome to get her things and to meet up with the two drivers. However, she saw a group of Red Bull crew huddled up in a corner.

It was not her business to eavesdrop but hearing her brother's name being mentioned, she stayed hidden to hear what they have to say.

"Mark is an unfortunate case, he could have won today" one of them voiced out "He was at fault for losing his pole advantage a while ago"

"True and Vettel is obviously a better driver, look at him creating history and he just started last year"another mechanic agreed.

"I heard from Helmut that Vettel will be there championship bet"

"What happens to Mark then?"

"He will settle being a second driver and defending Sebastian obviously"

"Do you think Mark would agree?"

"If I were Mark, I would look for another team. There is no chance for a championship here if my teammate is obviously better than me"

All the highs that she has been feeling a while ago has faded into nothingness. Y/N felt herself conflicted with the situation ahead. If what they are saying is true then Y/N would be the one that will be in the middle of that battlefield.

This is Mark's dream for so long to win a championship. He have done his best to improve himself, she has seen the sleepless nights he had and how hard he tries to get a podium win every single race.

On the other hand, Y/N has also seen Sebastian's tears whenever he failed to finish or deliver. She knows that Sebastian lives and breathe racing for as long as he can remember. He wanted a championship badly as well.

It is just unfair that one of them has to compromise for the team. There shouldn't be a first driver or second driver but Y/N understands that every team had this. She felt miserable as she remembered hearing what happened to Rubens when he was the second driver to Michael Schumacher. She didn't want anyone to feel that way, ever.

"Y/N! Hello earth to Y/N"

In her deep thoughts, she haven't noticed that Mark and Sebastian was in front of her. Both were still in their race gear and the champagne smell wafts through the air.

"Oh, I didn't see you there Mark and Seb" Y/N emphasized loudly on their last name so that those gossip crew would be aware that the two are around.

"You're acting weird, we have been calling you for a long time already." Mark confusedly stated.

"Never mind about that, I just got a lot of things going on" Y/N assured

"Hey Nico invited us for dinner, let's celebrate?" Sebastian asked

"Sure, sure"

The two Red Bull drivers are laughing and joking around as they walked around with Y/N. Y/N tried to smile and join them but there was something that has been bugging her head.

In the end, she will put that conversation she heard of in the back of her head. She prays that it never happens because if she will be forced to choose sides, she didn't want to do that.

2010, Monte Carlo Circuit

Sebastian remembered how last year, Y/N has been a bit sick during Monaco so she was unable to do a yacht trip. Mark kept on sending her photos. It was meant to be a good gesture and to let her know that he misses her but it only made Y/N a lot more upset. She ended up texting Sebastian and whining about how that stupid stomach bug made her miss out this golden opportunity.

Yacht trips and the lavish life of Monaco is certainly not Sebastian's style. This is why it is common that he would be the last person to go to Monaco and the first one to leave. So just imagine everyone's surprise when he was in Monaco 3 days early for race week and he was going around looking for yacht trips.

It comes even more of a surprise when Y/N Webber has also been spotted in Monaco quite early for the race. No Mark Webber in sight though which raises everyone's eyebrows.

"So care to explain to me what are we doing?" Y/N asked.

She was dying of curiosity ever since Sebastian asked her to come early to Monaco. It was rare that Sebastian was so secretive because he will normally blabber everything to her.

"I'm not telling you until we get there" comes Sebastian's teasing comment.

"Oh c'mon I flew all over the world to see you"

"It's worth it, I promise"

Sebastian drove around Monaco and finally reaching the docks. He can feel that Y/N has the gears in her head already turning. There was an excited look on her face when she realized what they are about to do.

"Sebastian Vettel, tell me you did not!"Y/N tried to control her excitement "Are we really going on a yacht trip?"

"Well its your birthday week so I figure you might need a tour around Monaco on a yacht"Sebastian's nonchalant answer caused Y/N to scream.

It was a dream come true for Y/N. She had been dreaming of going around Monaco on a yacht for so long but her duties as Mark's assistants coupled by several unfortunate events prevented her from doing that dream.

Sebastian led her to the yacht and the two set off for an entire day of the yacht experience. Y/N wouldn't know but Sebastian specifically learned how to yacht for this purpose and this purpose only. He also called Mrs. Webber to ask for Y/N's favorite dishes so he has them prepared for lunch and dinner.

The whole day was spent floating around Monaco. They took a swim at one point and now they are lounging at the front while waiting for the sun to set.

"This is really a lot of effort Seb, thank you" Y/N began "I really appreciate this whole day"

If only Sebastian could tell her that he should be the one thanking her. Seeing her happy makes him extremely happy.

"It's nothing much" that's how Sebastian managed to answer

Y/N rolls her eyes, she sees right through that lie. Maybe for Sebastian this is nothing much but for her who doesn't earn as much as an F1 driver then this is really a lot.

"Oh before I forget, I still have one gift left" Sebastian said "Here you go"

It was a small black box with a gold ribbon. There was a scrawl on it in Sebastian's handwriting saying happy birthday Y/N. It made the girl raise her eyebrows.

"Seb I can't accept this, this seems really pricey"

Y/N got that right. Sebastian spent a long time looking for this gift since he customized it and it took a while for it to be created. But of course, Sebastian won't admit to that.

"Just take it" Seb pushed the gift back to her.

"I'm scared to open it" she whines

"Okay what if you don't open it and then I'll just hand it to you" Sebastian suggested "That way then you can't give it back"

"Got it, should I close my eyes to prepare myself"

"Go ahead"

Its so cliche for the two of them as it looks like it was taken from a movie scene. Sebastian unwrapped the gift and took the necklace out of the velvet pouch. It shimmers against the setting sun as he placed the necklace gently on her hand.

"You can open your eyes now" Sebastian said

Y/N lets out a soft gasp upon opening her eyes. It was a silver chained blue diamond necklace. There was some eerie similarities with the heart of the ocean necklace from titanic but this one is like the less flashier version. Sebastian have heard multiple stories back in the Webber household how Y/N absolutely loved Titanic as a little kid and Sebastian couldn't think of anything more iconic as gifting her a very own version of the heart of the ocean.

"Seb, you're making me cry. This is too beautiful" Y/N muttered in awe.

"I always see you fiddling with your necklace when you are nervous especially when someone crashed or its a wet race" Sebastian explained "I hope this can help assure you that everything will be alright"

Y/N felt speechless and she could feel the utter care that was placed in this gift. So what she does next is remove the necklace hanging on her neck.

"What's this?" it was now his turn to be puzzled.

"Well I can't wear this necklace and that at the same time" Y/N reasoned "So I'm giving you my necklace. Its my star sign, taurus which is represented by a bull so red bull"

Sebastian looked at the necklace in his hand. He felt very grateful and it seems like a charm for him to carry to his races.

"Thank you"

There was so much more that Sebastian wanted to say but he couldn't ruin this moment. He was happy to make her happy even if its just a friend.

Soon, he tells himself.

If he wins in Monaco then he would gather all his courage to ask her out. He will give everything for this race this weekend so he can finally stop this dilly-dallying. He gives out a silent wish to the universe that they make his wish come true.

News flash, Sebastian didn't win the Monaco GP 2010.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #formula one imagine #sebastian vettel x you #f1 x you #f1 fanfic

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muzanswaifu · 1 year

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A Step Ahead

Yandere! Tomioka x Fem! Reader

18+

After celebrating New Year's in the city with your friends, it's time to go home for the night. A man is behind you. What will you do?

This is a game I've come up with where I will provide you with a couple paragraphs of story then give you choices for what actions the reader takes next. The winner of the poll will be the next section of the story the I will give you guys the next round of choices until the fanfic is concluded. Smut will occur at some point. Please join!

Warnings: Yandere, Smut later on

“We’ll see you later!”

“Yeah, see ya!”

You slowly turned away from them, walking down the busy street toward the eastern exit, passing several parade mascots and prancing dancers covered head to toe in loud clothing. The New Year’s Festival was always busy, but this year seemed to be especially popular, almost twice the amount of people than usual. You also were only visiting the city to visit friends and celebrate, but it just seemed so strange that everything was so crowded. Lines were longer for games and food couldn’t be made fast enough. You nearly didn’t stay long enough for the fireworks due to such overstimulation but with some pestering and blackmail by your friends, you bore through it long enough.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even want to spend so long in the city tonight. If you were up to you, you all would have gone to the festival, played a couple games, ate some food, watched a stage play, then gone back to someone’s home to lie around and gossip. But the ladies insisted you stay out all night, fooling around and even flirting with some boys that your fathers most certainly wouldn’t have approved of you talking to. It’s not that you minded too much being out and about, but it’s just… not what you had in mind for tonight specifically. You’ve been quite a bit anxious as of late, something felt off. You couldn’t point it out just yet, but the hair rising along your nape whispered cautions into your ear like a prophecy. It felt as if something were to go wrong at some point, so might as well quit while you were ahead.

Unfortunately, you didn’t live in the city like your friends. Your parents still had their residence in a nearby small village and as much as you would’ve liked to have moved out by now, you simply couldn’t afford it. Your job at the shop didn’t pay enough, you weren’t in a relationship, much less did you have a husband, and you just weren’t ready to leave home yet. Mother was pregnant again, much to your displeasure as you had grown quite tired of having so many siblings, and she needed help around the house that the others couldn’t provide. Your two older brothers were already moved out of the house doing their own things and your oldest sister gone and married. You were the oldest in the house now and that came with responsibilities. Mother nearly hadn’t let you come out tonight until Father convinced her to let you be young while you still could. Despite having turned eighteen all that time ago, he still treated you like a little girl. That had its perks fortunately.

Unfortunately it had its cons as well - curfews. You were leaving now and would still be late, but one could argue that was better than not at all. You would get a talking to at most. But the walk itself was a punishment in itself. The road to the village hadn’t been paved by the city yet due to its lack of popularity. Not many people traveled to and fro so it hadn’t become a priority. The wood was still thick this way of town, and despite the wildlife being marginally safe, the fear of the unknown was a danger more fearsome. You’d yet to experience an actual life threatening experience, but you hated to jinx it. The gravel was as coarse as ever, threatening your ankle with a twist and providing the soles of your shoes with a challenge. Save for the sparse lanterns lighting the path, darkness was smothering you and sending shocks of nervousness up your spine. Had it not been for the fireworks filling the area with light every few minutes, you might’ve turned back and begged one of your friends to let you spend the night.

The walk was relatively silent, a trill here and there from squirrels and rabbits but nothing too frightening. What was really bothering you was the crackling of branches and fallen leaves behind you. The sound seemed misplaced compared to its siblings to the left and right of you. That combined with the chill had you increasing your pace, desperate to get home and crawl into your warm, cozy bed already. The sounds quickened. You gasped.

A firework broke off just as you turned, light filling in the gaps between the trees and setting off a bomb of clarity to your surroundings.

There was a man behind you...

His vision disappeared far quicker than it came, the light only temporary as you were yet again accompanied by questions. You didn’t see much, he was several yards away and taller you think, dark and messy hair. He could’ve been a mile away, short, and bright and you still would’ve been afraid. Who the hell trails behind someone like that in the dark? Unless… he was following you...

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asteriastarr · 7 months

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Could you do a deuce x human reader where her family is kinda chaotic. It can go anyway you want ily

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK-YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!! So like idk how good this one is but it's like kinda long and uh I may do a part 2 because omg this request gave me sm ideas. Also the only reason I gave reader 8 siblings is because big families are usually the most chaotic. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Ly! (Also i did a dif thing here where I made the tense 2nd person to try it out cus thats what a lot of people on here use, tell me what you guys think!)

POV: Deuce meeting his Human!girlfriends family.

“Before you meet my family, you should probably know that they’re a bit… chaotic…”

That is what you had warned him of before he came to have dinner with your family, while he wasn’t completely sure what you had meant by that he was sure he could handle whatever it was (Like- what could possibly be more chaotic than the fact he was a gorgon that literally went to a boarding school for monsters). Besides- he was determined to make a good impression on your parents, while you knew and were… mostly, okay with the… scaled situation, your family didn’t. He had to make this good impression now because he knew he couldn’t exactly hide it forever and he’d rather your family liked him when they do find out.

You didn’t talk much about your family, the only thing he really knew was the fact you had eight siblings, most of them twins and that you were the middle child and the only one who wasn’t a twin (hence why you were the only one with your own room). Deuce knocked on the door and after hearing what sounded like arguing was greeted by your smiling face.

“Hey, Deuce!” You greet, gently reaching up to adjust his beanie to ensure the snakes were covered “Come in!” You grab his hand and guide him inside. “You’re a bit early but we can just like- hang out in my room for a bit until dinn-” You began before being cut off by your younger brother running in front of you.

“Who’s this?” He asked “Is he your boyfriend”

“No, he’s my long-lost twin brother.” You said sarcastically trying to move past him.

“No, he’s not! You don’t have a twin! And besides his hair is green, you don’t have green hair!” Your brother exclaimed, “Wait, why is his hair green?”

“Because he’s secretly the Joker.” You stated, finally managing to move past your younger brother “Now, leave us alone you little brat.”

“I’m telling mom you said that!” He exclaimed.

“Go ahead! I’ll just tell her that you got suspended for a week for punching a kid and didn’t even tell her.” You retort pulling Deuce up the stairs before being stopped again by two of your younger sisters Valentina and Valeria.

“Y/n have you seen Jinx?” Valentina asked.

“No, and if Mom finds out you let that snake out of its terrarium again, you’re going to be in huge trouble.” You warned.

“What about Cookie? Have you seen Cookie?” Valeria asked teary-eyed.

“No, I haven’t but if I see it in my room again, I swear- I’m going to squish it.” You threatened.

“But Y/nnn-” Valeria whined before apparently finally noticing Deuce “Does Mom know you have your boyfriend over?”

“Yes, she does actually, now leave us alone please.” You hissed, trying to manoeuvre past them.

“His hair is weird,” Valentina commented.

“So is yours and you don’t see him commenting on it.” You snapped, pushing past them and finally entering your room.

You sigh as both you and Deuce sit on your bed.

“Your siblings seem nice,” Deuce commented as you scoffed.

“You don’t have to lie Deuce, they’re annoying.” You spoke.

“No, they uh- seem, sweet.” He said as you moved your head to lay it in his lap.

“Awe, aren’t you naïve.” You said, lifting your head to press a kiss on his lips.

#deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon g3 #deuce gorgon x reader #live action deuce gorgon #live action deuce gorgon x reader #g3 monster high #gorgon #live action monster high #monster high g3 #human reader #requested #reqs open #I might do a part two but idk

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ilikereadingthisiswhatilike · 4 months

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Jinx

(X) = Smut

When I was younger @nyx--knacks Summary: Jinx is sent away to a finishing school for girls with behavioral problems. Enter you, her white walled angel. Warnings: Mental health Special Tags: None

Her soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: Soulmate Au

Your grace @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You never left Jinx Warnings: None Special Tags: Muilty chapter

Sister @yanderes-galore-galore Summary: Jinx takes you in as her new sister. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Pink @insane-arcane Summary: You have pink hair and Jinx is easily confused. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Jinx falls in love @insane-arcane Summary: You are Caitlyn's sibling and Jinx falls for you Warnings: Emotional manipulation Special Tags: None

Safe Hands @yanderegrizzsworld Summary: Jinx hands are safe only when they hold you. Warnings: Emotional manipulation, Kidnapping Special Tags: Muilty chapter.

Airhead @crusty-chronicles Summary: You can be a Airhead Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Wings @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have wings Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Zombie @angelltheninth Summary: You survive with Jinx. Warnings: Blood. Special Tags: Head con

Run away @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You run away Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con.

Toxic @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You see how toxic they can be. Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

We can Be family @lovelybrooke Summary: They deiced you are family. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Marrying into the Family @peoplesgraves Summary: You do not know if Silco likes. So Jinx has him talk to you. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

A mishap @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have a panic attack while on the job. Warnings: Mental health. Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Her Soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnaping Specials Tags: Soulmate Au, Ft. Silco

Somewhere in those eyes @fangirlpostsfangirlthings Summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved Warnings: None Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Someone Better @pastel-peach-writes Summary: Jinx is having doubts about your relationship so she asks if you'd be happier with someone else. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

ice cream sundae @novacqnes Summary: Everyone thinks Jinx and you are dating. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None, Ft. Silco

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None

Strap and Hair @obsessedduh (X) Summary: You like to pull Jinx hair Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Please Don't Leave Me Again! @0starwomen0 Summary: You are Jinx toy. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Helping Hand @obsessedduh (X) Summary: Jinx catching reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Hidden @rougecreator1 Summary: As a magic user you must hide you abilities, even form those you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Confession @buryustogether Summary: Two of you confess your love for each other Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

First time @obsessedduh (X) Summary: It is Jinx first time and your more then happy to help Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Sweetheart @pow-pow1111 Summary: You like to playfight with your girlfriend. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

#x reader #reading fanfiction #reading list #reading recommendations #fanfic recommendation #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx #arcane #jinx x reader

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nyxthejinx · 2 years

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AU where Diluc has a younger biological sibling, who somehow ends up in the Fatui's hands at a very young age (mum tsaritsa and daycare harbingers is real). He spends years of his life frustrated and determined to search for them, tho he doesn't even know who took them in the first place.

Then one day he crosses swords with this guy and when their mask falls he instantly connects the dots. But Sibling is confused cause? Who this mf? When did Dottore clone them?

Or- they know Diluc is their sibling, and were taught to despise him. Told stories of how they were hated for their powers or smthng. And so they want to chop chop his strawberry head off 😳

Bonus points if Sibling is a Jinx-like character (obviously for a reason, cause Jinx's mental health is no joke). Maybe haunted by some unknown curse casted upon them, who has Scarlet Witch-like powers or something that makes them HELLA strong (and half bonkers too).

More bonus points if it's a Childe x reader because I absolutely love the guy they both act like ruthless kids all the time, but then bring out what's left of their humanity and unconsciously heal whatever can be saved and mended.

More more bonus points if the other harbingers feel like family in their odd, alternative way. Especially if Signora doesn't drop-kick the child in self defence and Pantalone and Dottore secretly fight for the title of "sibling of the month". (That's the only fluff-crack you'd get 💀)

There's three drabbles inspired by this, read the first one HERE.

Yes I wrote this with precise ideas in my mind cause I was planning on doing a series I GUESS? I want platonic interactions with the other Harbingers, angst, madness, and have a playlist for this character already :)

Thoughts?

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

500 Follower Special~Pool Party

Maid Milker

Period Pain

When They Discover You're A Girl (WTDYAG) | 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Divus Crewel | Who's Your Daddy?

Protective Father headcannons

Step-Dad-Pretending to be Happy

Step-Dad-You’re Bored

Crewel Daughter Reader Content (Cont’d)

Dire Crowley

Father headcannons

Crewel Daughter Crowley in love With Head Mistress

Mozuz Trein

Granddaughter headcannons

Sam

Older Brother Headcannon

Darling Reader

Grim

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Artemiy “Chen’ya” Artemiyevich Pinker

(WTDYAG)

Neige LeBlanche

Crewel Daughter Avoid Neige Leblanche

(WTDYAG)

With A Baby Who Hates Him

Rollo Felmier

Crewel Daughter x Rollo Felmier

HEARTSLAYBYUL

Riddle Roshearts | Baby Love,

(WTDYAG)

Slowly Falling Love

Tanjiro Reader

Jinx Reader

Spirit Stallion Guardian

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Ace Trappola

(WTDYAG)

Mexican American Reader

Tanjiro Reader

Pool Party: Charging Up

Deuce Spade

(WTDYAG)

Mexican American Reader

Tanjiro Reader

Pervert!

Trey Clover

(WTDYAG)

Slowly Falling Love

Science Club Love Crewel's Daughter

Tanjiro Reader

Sitting On Their Shoulders

Cater Diamond

(WTDYAG)

Science Club Love Crewel's Daughter

Getting Reader To Do the Sad Cat Dance

SAVANNACLAW

Leona Kingscholar

(WTDYAG)

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Protective Older Brother

Crona Reader

Twin Sibling Reader

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Runt Sister Reader

Grandparents’ Misconception

Crewel Reader Persephone Festival

Malleus in Love With Leona’s Little Sister Reader

Tanjiro Reader

First Year Sister Reader

Jinx Reader

Spirit Stallion Guardian

"I Won't Let You Hurt My Baby"

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Ruggie Bucchi

(WTDYAG)

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Crewel Reader Persephone Festival

Tanjiro Reader

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Pervert!

Jack Howl

(WTDYAG)

Letter

Trying To Court Fem Reader

Crewel Daughter | Troublesome Pests

Mexican American Reader

Pool Party: Charging Up

Sitting On Their Shoulders

OCTAVINELLE

Azul Ashengrotto

(WTDYAG)

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Imposter

Slowly Falling in Love

Dwarf Octopus Reader

Dwarf Octopus Child Reader

Crewel Daughter Childhood Friends with Azul

Getting Reader To Do the Sad Cat Dance

Tanjiro Reader

Weapon Reader

Jinx Reader

Spirit Stallion Guardian

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Jade Leech

(WTDYAG)

Letter

The Leech Twins

Slowly Falling in Love

Dwarf Octopus Reader

Crewel Daughter | Troublesome Pests

Dwarf Octopus Child Reader

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Tanjiro Reader

Weapon Reader

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Floyd Leech

The Leech Twins

Dwarf Octopus Reader

Crewel Daughter | Troublesome Pests

Dwarf Octopus Child Reader

Letter

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Weapon Reader

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Sitting On Their Shoulders

SCARABIA

Kamil Al Asim

Crewel Daughter Kalim’s crush

Crewel Reader Persephone Festival

Crewel Daughter Accidental Save

Tanjiro Reader

Jinx Reader

Spirit Stallion Guardian

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Jamil Viper

(WTDYAG)

Crewel Daughter Kalim’s crush

Crewel Reader Persephone Festival Crewel Daughter

Accidental Save

Tanjiro Reader

"I Won't Let You Hurt My Baby"

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

POMEFIORE

Vil Schoenheit | Groomzilla, Discovery of the Queen,

(WTDYAG)

Small Town Cult AU Headcannons

Meeting First Crewel Daughter

Crewel Daughter | Penpals

Crona Reader

Grandparents’ Misconception

Tanjiro Reader

Jinx Reader

Spirit Stallion Guardian

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Rook Hunt | Discovery of the Queen,

(WTDYAG)

Small Town Cult AU Headcannons

Science Club Love Crewel's Daughter

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Crewel Reader Persephone Festival

Tanjiro Reader

Epel Felmier | Apple Lover

(WTDYAG)

Mexican American Reader

Pervert!

Sitting On Their Shoulders

IGNIHYDE

Idia Shroud | I Need You,

(WTDYAG)

Slowly Falling in Love

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Grandparents’ Misconception

Getting Reader To Do the Sad Cat Dance

Tanjiro Reader

Jinx Reader

Pool Party: Charging Up

Pervert!

Spirit Stallion Guardian

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

DIASOMNIA

Malleus Draconia | Dragon and the Outcast,

(WTDYAG)

Weapon Reader

Crewel Daughter | Troublesome Pests

Crona Reader

Crewel Restoration Daughter Paint Job

Gushing About Their Animal Form

Crewel Daughter Courting (Diasomnia)

Crewel Reader Persephone Festival

Malleus in Love With Leona’s Sister Reader

Tanjiro Reader

Nezuko Reader

Jinx Reader

Spirit Stallion Guardian

"I Won't Let You Hurt My Baby"

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Lilia Vanrouge | Beware of the Fae,

(WTDYAG)

Weapon Reader

Crona Reader

Crewel Daughter | Papa Lilia

Crewel Daughter Courting (Diasomnia)

Tanjiro Reader

Ancestor to Daughter in Law

Accidentally Sitting On Their Face

Sebek Zigvolt

(WTDYAG)

Science Club Love Crewel's Daughter

Crewel Daughter | Troublesome Pests

Mexican American Reader

Crewel Daughter Courting (Diasomnia)

Pool Party: Charging Up

Silver Vanrouge

(WTDYAG)

Letter

Headcannons

Crewel Daughter Courting (Diasomnia)

Yandere Twisted Wonderland Masterlist (Cont’d)

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Arcane men (cough cough Vander) finding out you’re pregnant? also what they’re like throughout it

I like how Vander is singled out here, you have good dilf taste Anon.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn, Local Cuisine x Reader

Tags: established relationship, pregnancy, soothing kisses, cuddles

A/N: If there's something I love more than writing Arcane men in smutty scenarios its Arcane men being incredibly soft for their SO. Although sometimes its both. But this one is just wholesome.

Viktor would be happy about the news but wrack his brain about when it happened cause he could swear that the two of you were being careful about it.

It's not that he doesn't want the baby or anything like that, he's just a really big fan of planning things through first. Yet despite this being a bit of a surprise for both of you it's the kind of surprise that he looks forward to seeing the results of.

"You're pregnant darling? But we were being careful. When could we have... oh, oh wait... you came to visit me at the lab that night and we... yes it must be when it happened. Am I happy about it? Of course I am, surprised to be sure, but I look forward to meeting the baby. I just can't believe we literally made it in the lab."

Jayce was more than happy to hear the news, he was actually the one who brought up the subject of having a baby and was very happy when you said you wanted too as well.

Since his own dad wasn't around he wants to be able to be the best dad possible for his kid. He might be a little too excited though as he starts buying baby stuff pretty soon into your pregnancy, but it's fun to watch him in the baby section with such an intense expression like he's trying to figure out an equation.

"Oh good morning babe, you look happy, what's up? You're pregnant?! Really?! That's amazing! Oh I have to... we need to celebrate! What do you want to do, I'll take you anywhere. And we need to tell everyone. I bet they'll be happy too. My mom always wanted a grandkid, and I'm sure Viktor and Caitlyn would love to be the godparents and... mmm... or we could just kiss for a while, that works."

Silco was seemingly neutral about the news at first but only because Jinx was excitedly jumping around and already thinking of names for her new sibling.

When she was out of the room however he walked over, took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. He's pretty happy about the news but this also means that he's gonna have to make sure none of his enemies catch wind of too soon. He doesn't want to put you and the baby in danger.

"Ah, sorry about that sweetheart, but you know how excited she can get. Am I excited. Of course, I wouldn't have finished inside you that night if I didn't want another child. Don't worry I promise you're gonna have the best care and security possible. And no more Shimmer for you until you're pregnant."

Vander already has plenty of kids to take care of so what's one more, especially one that he's having with you.

He was actually worried about you at first because his first thought was that you got sick. But when you told him you were pregnant he couldn't help but swoop you into his arms and twirl you around while giving you a big kiss.

"You doin alright there darlin? You're not sick are you? In a way? What do you mea... you... you're pregnant? Really now? No, no, I'm happy, of course I am. Hey, kids! Get over here, we got some big news to tell you!

Ekko wasn't sure how to take the news at first. Pregnancy was quite risky with the rebellion happening and things with Piltover about to blow up in everyone's faces at any moment.

He will take responsibility of course and he won't make you do anything you don't want, he'll just have to make extra sure that you and the baby are safe. If anything making the world a better place is even more of a priority now, he wants the child to have a bright future ahead.

"Pregnant? Are you sure Firefly. Ah... damn. I didn't mean you would actually... huh? Hey come one you know well enough that Zaun and Piltover are moments away from tearing each other apart. And now... I'm sorry alright? We should have both been more careful. It's not that I don't want to a family with you, of course I do, I just hoped that the world would be a better place when we made that decision. I... I will make it better, we will make it better. For them. For everyone. I promise."

Marcus was quite happy that you're pregnant since the two of you have been trying for a while now.

He was at work when you he was notified that there's an emergency at home. So naturally he raced there as fast as possible. He thought there was something wrong only to welcomed by a big hug and kiss. He was confused before you told him the good news, after that he seemed happier than he'd been in quite some time.

"Sweetheart what's wrong, what's the emergency? Are you alright? Is Ren safe? Are you... mmm... oh ok wow, uh... what, what's going on? Why did you call me if there's no emergency? There is? Well what is it then. Ah... you... we... we're having a baby? You're pregnant? Yes, we have been trying for a while now haven't we? I'm sure Ren's gonna be happy to get a sibling."

Finn never, ever planned to be a father. In fact he went out of his way to avoid that possibility at all cost, even with you.

When you first tell him he's completely silent, he doesn't even pick up his lighter or a cigar. He leaves for a little bit to think about it. When he comes back you can tell that he's had a little Shimmer. You think he'll tell you to get rid of it but instead he pulls you into a hug, his hands running across your stomach as he curses himself for not being careful but promising to see this through with you.

"Sweetcheeks. I missed you too, so what do you say we get rid of these clothes and... what? You're pregnant? It's mine? Well of course it is, I know damn well you haven't been sleeping with other people. Shit. No, look just... just give me a bit ok? Don't go anywhere. Ok, I've had some time to think and... why are you crying? Get rid of it? Why would I make you do that? It's me I'm pissed off at not you. You doll... I won't leave you. I might be a crimelord but I ain't a complete monster. Come here, I'll take care you both. Promise."

LC didn't quite see himself as a family man, at least not starting a family, so the news came as quite a shock.

After he's recovered from the shock though he realizes that he's probably gonna have to work harder to support you and the baby since you're gonna need to take a break from work for a while. But he also wants to be there as much as possible for you and the baby so he always takes days off despite some of his clients not liking that.

"You've been acting a bit strange for the past few days doll. Is everything ok? You have something to tell me? Is it good news or bad? Good? Well lay it on me then. Pregnant? Pregnant. Oh. Uh... alrighty then. Um... well... it's just that... having a family was never in the plan and... honestly I'm a little scared. But I know you are too. And... and I'll be here for you, every step of the way ok? I just... need to let the news wash over me. Haha, yes I think cuddles and kisses will help a lot."

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unluckiestmember · 1 year

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Silco x daughter reader?

Jinx being absolutely infatuated with her as well.

Coming up!

Silco X Daughter! Reader

Characters: Silco, Sevika, Jinx, Thierem and Ekko.

Tags: Father! Silco, Sister! Jinx, Aunt! Sevika, family dynamics, fluff, jealousy, Jinx being Jinx, Silco being Silco, suggestive themes of death, threats and power dynamics.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I don't think Silco is really a bad dad. I think like Sandman, he just has bad luck... That being said, I don't want to be raised by this guy. But to each is own, right?! XD

Everyone in Zaun believes Silco is a crappy dad. He gives off that vibe anyways.

Many believe he is either neglectful or lacks any type of care for who he considers his children.

So all are surprised when it turns out he’s actually a great father!

He treats you just as he treats Jinx; With the utmost care.

He never lays his hands on you or raises his voice at you.

Silco supports whatever you want, though he will be hesitant if your goals have anything to do with “switching sides”.

Whenever he has a mission, he makes sure you are okay somewhere near The Last Drop so you won’t be hurt or worse.

But if you do fight for his cause, he’ll be a little more lenient.

Just expect him to have Sevika follow you around like a butler to their master.

No matter what, Silco tries his best to NEVER let you get close to Shimmer or the Shimmer factories.

The last thing he wants is for his children to become shimmer addicts.

Unless you help him with injections like Jinx, he won’t let you an inch near the damn drug.

When it comes to Jinx, expect her to love you or hate you.

She can get jealous of the connection you have with Silco sometimes.

If you show her and tell her you don’t mean any harm, she will let you be.

But if you show her and tell her you care for her as much as you care for Silco? Be ready to have a sister for life!

She will protect you no matter what when Silco is not around nor Sevika.

Expect Jinx to do things with you that any sister would do with their sibling.

This includes painting each other's nails, talk about boys, put bombs on Thierem's back, Destroy a building, terrorize Ekko- Normal sibling stuff!

Silco’s men treat you like royalty because of your name.

Some will try to test you or push your buttons, but those who do better expect an explosion coming their way.

In a way, Silco’s men are like your extended family, regardless of how they act sometimes.

They would sacrifice their lives for you.

Silco would sacrifice his life for you.

You’re not just the protege of the Eye of Zaun. You’re his daughter.

You will never be forsaken and will always be loved and cared for.

Arcane requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day!

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whitefoxgirl · 10 months

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🦊Culture Shock🐰 A Jungkook Series Episode 2: Superheroes

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I am thankful that this got so much love!~ As I mentioned, requests are open because I'm feeling uninspired! I wanna finish the Namjoon series with a BANG! And writing for others might get the wheels rolling~

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends) Fandom: BTS Warnings: Brief mentions of suicide, cringy, full of crack moments. Genre: Fluff, crack, angst Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @7ndipity; @yoongimentita7; @ancoraesisto; @lovemeforeternity 🡸 Previous episode Next Episode➔

[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

🦊: Hey guys welcome to "Culture Shock". They said... we wouldn't make it past the first episode and yet we're back. Jungkook: With Episode 둘! 🦊: Dos!~ Jungkook: Deux!~ 🦊: に!~ Jungkook: *long pause* 🦊: He's squinting his eyes. Jungkook: *chuckles* Together: TWO! Jungkook: OH MY GOD!~ Jinx! You owe me a soda. 🦊:*giggles* Jungkook: Do it after the podcast, we need to do this. 🦊: It's been crazy~ Jungkook: Fucking... INSANE!~ 🦊: I knew we were gonna get some love from the podcast because of you but- Jungkook: I told you people would like our dynamic!~ 🦊: Yeah, but you know ARMY loves to protect you. Jungkook: *chuckles* She says as if she hasn't been a fan since day one. 🦊: Oh my god, please, don't expose me. Jungkook: I would just like to say... Having a podcast with you is fun. 🦊: 레알?~ Jungkook: Yeah! I really like listening back to our podcast, which is something that I do with your voice messages sometimes, especially when I'm on tour. 🦊: *groans* Oh my god!~ Saying stuff like that will s- Jungkook: NO! Platonic! Platonic! 🦊: *in between giggles* stupid~ Jungkook: I don't think you guys understand. Y/N makes me feel like... at peace. But at the same time, I feel like I wanna bully them. 🦊: Oh my god!~ 🦊: It's giving siblings. Jungkook: Well!~ Someone said that in the comments. 🦊: *gasps* Really?! Jungkook: *chuckles* Yeah, that we give siblings vibe. 🦊: I saw someone say that they liked that you have a friend that's this close to you. Jungkook: Whaaaa~ 🦊: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* I'm his only friend. He's a loner. Jungkook: That's cannon though! 🦊: That's not cannon~ Miguel is LITERALLY on his way here because you're disrupting the cannon!~ Jungkook: *laughs* 🦊: *long pause* Actually!~ Keep disrupting it. I wanna see him~ Jungkook: *groans* We saw "Across the Spider-Verse" three times IN A WEEK just because of Y/N! 🦊: Miguel being a bilingual KING?! I don't know who would mi- Jungkook: His physic looks like Seokjin-hyung! 🦊: Yeah, Miguel has broad shoulders like Seokjin-oppa~ Jungkook: Yeah, all that's left is his butt. 🦊: But Jin is NOT Miguel. Jungkook: Oh, hell no! He's not Miguel! 🦊: Jin is very saggitarus. Jungkook: *snickers then laughs* WHAT?! 🦊: Yeah, my brother's a saggy-titty too and he acts JUST like Seokjin-oppa. Jungkook: 오? 레알? 🦊: Yeah, my dad's a saggy too. Jungkook: You're surrounded by fire *chuckles* 🦊: You're my only earth friend. Jungkook: Namjoon's also earth too. 🦊: I forgot that you two are basically twins. Jungkook: *chuckles* 🦊: That's why you heard the bells?! Jungkook: Maybe!~

🦊: Before we introduce the topic though, I would just like to say that I'm kinda glad that the podcast is not a video podcast, but I'm kinda sad about that too. Jungkook: Why?~ 🦊: Because I feel like it would be fun for us to dress up in every episode!~ Jungkook: *snickers* Like in Frenemies?! 🦊: Yeah!~ I mean, they were toxic as fuck but it was very entertaining to see their sibling vibe and their dressing up. Jungkook: Yeah, they had matching fits too. 🦊: Yeah!~ Jungkook: What would we dress up as though? 🦊: Well, it would be according to the topic. Jungkook: *gasps* That would be dooooooope! 🦊: RIGHT?! Jungkook: But we can't do that. We have to protect your privacy. 🦊: Yeah... Jungkook: And masks muffle up the sound. 🦊: For sure.

Jungkook: Today's topic, is one that I picked after watching "Across the Spider-Verse" for the MILLIONTH time. 🦊: *laughs* Jungkook: And it is!~ Sup- 🦊: SUPERHEROES!!! Jungkook: *long pause* *smiles* You're fucking annoying. 🦊: *laughs* Jungkook: *in between laughter* Like today they texted me if I changed my phone. 🦊: DUDE! Oh my god, it's becau- Jungkook: Leave my ph- 🦊: No~ Guys! *gets closer to the mic* *whispers* His phone is held together by DUCKTAPE right now. Jungkook: It's industry grade too. 🦊: You need to change it! What if you electrocute yourself? Jungkook: Who even thinks that?! *chuckles* 🦊 I'm just worried! How come you're a millionaire and you don't have quality of life. 🦊: Like, guys. His sock, RIGHT NOW, has holes. Jungkook: They WORK!~ 🦊: Okay!~ Stay broke~ Jungkook: *giggles* Okay!~

🦊: Okay but *laughs* let's get into it. Jungkook: So, my biggest culture shock is different countries liking different superheroes. 🦊: Oh!~ Jungkook: I was SUPER shocked. 🦊: That's a very good observation too, explain~ Jungkook: So, I don't know if you know b- 🦊: What? Jungkook: *chuckles* But!~ *tries to not laugh* Different counties like different superheroes. 🦊: Yeah? Jungkook: Like Korea is obsessed with Iron Man. 🦊: Can you confirm that? Jungkook: IIIIIIIII can confirm. I love Iron Man and I know like 85% of Koreans love Iron Man. 🦊: He has a bunch of Iron Man figures. Jungkook: I have to hide them because Bam is very hyper. 🦊: He knocks them down? Jungkook: Yeah. 🦊: That's cute~ But like, Iron Man is VERY popular in Korea. Jungkook: Yeah, I don't know anyone who likes superheroes and DOESN'T like Iron Man. 🦊: Is it because of the comics though, like? I don't get i- Jungkook: No, no, I think it's because of- Well, at least for ME it's because of Robert Downey Jr. He was soooo- 🦊: He was so good.~ Jungkook: Such good casting!~ 🦊: Didja know that the line "I'm Iron Man" in the end of the movie was improvised? Jungkook: Yeah, I knew. I'm a huge RDJ dick rider. 🦊: *scoffs then laughs* Are you aLLOWED to say that?! Jungkook: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* I own Hybe AND BigHit. 🦊: *smirks* The fact is BigHit and Hybe couldn't have- Together: -done it witHOUT ME!

*both laugh*

🦊: So, that's very interesting, since Korean culture WANTS to be what Iron Man is, you know? Jungkook: Yeah, like... We wanna be rich, known, charismatic- 🦊: But like, who doesn't, you know? Jungkook: Yeah, exactly. But it's like... Korean people strive for success. It's so big from the moment we're born. If you're not successful you're a failure here, even if you're happy. 🦊: Fucking sad... Jungkook: Yeah... That's why a lot of teenagers in school commit... uuuuhhhh... You know... 🦊: Unalive themselves Jungkook: Yeah, they unalive themselves because there's the pressure of not only the parents but also your neighbors, your community, your society, it- 🦊: It feels like if you fail, you're letting the whole country down. Jungkook: Exactly... 🦊: Is that why you were so rough on yourself when you made mistakes when you were younger? Jungkook: *long pause* *hisses thinking* *sighs* Yeah... Yeah, for sure. I did feel from time to time that me failing meant that I was failing my country. Jungkook: But more than my country, I was failing my hyungs. 🦊: Awww, that's cute~ Jungkook: *chuckles* Yeah, I felt like I was failing them and ARMY more than my country. I cared more about them and ARMY because those were my priorities back then. 🦊: Yeah... Jungkook: I think that's why I got attached to Iron Man so quickly becau- 🦊: He just had everything held together. Jungkook: Yeah, and even if he failed, he never really FAILED, because he learned from his mistakes. 🦊: Which is something that you're taking with you now. 🦊: You're not as cynical as you were before. Jungkook: Thank god I'm not *chuckles* 🦊: Legit~ I think if I had met you back then, I would have dated you. Jungkook: *groans in disgust* Ew!~ *in between laughs* why?~ 🦊: I like fi- *in between laughter* fixing things Jungkook: *gasps* *laughs* OH MY GOD! Is that why you lik- 🦊: No no~ He doesn't need fixing. He's perfect the way he is. Jungkook: *groans* Oh my god, you're such a simp~ 🦊: Getting back to it though. I didn't really notice it that much, but now that you mention it, it- Jungkook: It's impossible not to see, right? 🦊: Yeah, a lot of Korean artists have openly expressed their love for Iron Man. Jungkook: Exactly. My ratio is... 1 out of 2 idols likes Iron Man. 🦊: REALLY?! Jungkook: Yeah!~ I know A LOT of idols that just LOVE Iron Man. 🦊: Huh... Interesting... I hadn't really thought about that before.

Jungkook: What's a popular superhero on the Western side? 🦊: *hums thinking* 🦊: Spiderman, for sure! Jungkook: Really? Why? I didn't think *in between chuckles* that he was that popular. 🦊: Well... Okay, there's a lot of reasons. But I think the main one is that ANYONE can be Spiderman. Jungkook: *gasps softly* That's true. 🦊: Like... Not anyone can be Iron Man. Jungkook: Nooooo 🦊: You need to be a billionaire first, to become Iron Man. 🦊: But with Spiderman, anyone can be under the mask. Even um... What's his name? Jungkook: Stan Lee? 🦊: Yeah! He even said, "We didn't intend his suit to cover him completely, but by doing that, we designed him in a way that anyone can be Spiderman". Jungkook: OOOOOOOOOOOH!! Jungkook: And it's even more amplified by the fact that he- Together: He's completely average in everything. 🦊: Exactly. Jungkook: He's not mega smart like Tony. 🦊: Nope. Jungkook: Like he's smart, but he had to- 🦊: Make a huge effort, yeah. He's just an average kid. Jungkook: Yeah, and even with Peter Parker, his photography is so average that he works for a newspaper 🦊: Exactly. He basically paparazzi's himself Jungkook: *chuckles* Exactly! 🦊: And I would just like to add, that he's also the most flexible too. Jungkook: What do you mean? 🦊: Like I said, anyone can be Spiderman, but when it comes to Peter Parker, he's so average that anything can happen. Jungkook: Right. 🦊: Like... His life could be amazing or absolute trash. Jungkook: Oh! That's true! Jungkook: Is Spiderman your favorite in Marvel? 🦊: Oh yeah, for sure. Jungkook: Why? 🦊: Well... Now that Miles Morales exiiiiiists!~ Jungkook: *groans playfully* 🦊: He's a Newyorican!~ His mom is Puerto Rican, and his dad is African American from New York. Jungkook: Love it *chuckles* 🦊: The fact that he was created because of Donald Glover is everything. Jungkook: *gasps then laughs* I saw that! I saw that! 🦊: He just represents a lot of gente Latina. Jungkook: Is he the only Latinx Spiderman? 🦊: Uh.... You know what? Te la debo. Because Miguel is Mexican-Irish, but, without spoiling Miguel's origin story, he's not a true Spiderman. He didn't- Jungkook: *laughs* HE DIDN'T GO THROUGH THE FIRST CANON EVENT! 🦊: Nope!~ He wasn't even bit!~ Jungkook: *sighs in relief* Crazy how his logic works. 🦊: For sure.

Jungkook: What about DC? Together: Batman! 🦊: Batman is everything. Jungkook: Forever. 🦊: I wanna see Robert Pattinson's Batman with Cameron Monaghan's Joker. Jungkook: Oh, for sure! I wasn't sure about the "Gotham" Series when you made me watch it because I dislike people dying and coming back and the cycle repeating itself. 🦊: Oh, I hated that too! Jungkook: But that JOKER! 🦊: *moans playfully* 🦊: He channeled Heath Ledger and Mark Hamill Jungkook: It was amazing. I was so sad they couldn't actually put that label on him. 🦊: Crazy...

Jungkook: *smacks lips* I'm gonna listen to this tonight. 🦊: *laughs* Jungkook: Just us ranting about Marvel heroes 🦊: Iconic Jungkook: I wanna say thank you to everyone who liked the podcast. 🦊: Thank you so much. Jungkook: We did this for fun, so I was glad that everyone else is having fun with us. 🦊: I actually have a topic for us for the next topic! Jungkook: Really? What is it? 🦊: "@lovemeforeternity" requested us to talk about a few things, but the one that I know will be an awesome conversation is!~ 🦊: FOOD! 음식! COMIDA!!!! Jungkook: Oh my god! We have sTORIES! 🦊: We do!~ We do!~ Jungkook: We should invite Jimin for that one. 🦊: *gasps* SHOULD WE?!?! Jungkook: Comment below if you guys would like that to happen! 🦊: Again, guys, thank you so much for the love that you have been giving us!~ Jungkook: Remember to comment and tell us what you would like us to talk about and THANK YOU FOR NOT DOXXING AND BULLYING Y/N!~ 🦊: You should say the Spanish outro and I'll do the Korean one. Jungkook: OH! Uh.... *inhales and giggles* Okay okay!~ Jungkook: Hasta... La próxima, mi gente!~ 🦊: *in between laughs* 안녕히 게세요!~

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n-evermores · 1 year

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Sound and Fury

Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Fluff.

Summary: You find it hard to forgive Parker after his display during "Old Wounds." After he yells at you, you retaliate in a way that hurts him even more.

Word Count: 4,400 +

A/N: I can't be the only one that really didn't like how the writers handled Parker during this episode. It felt a little over the top. Anyway, started writing this after it aired, and just stopped. But I decided to finish it.

You grinned, watching Parker give a full-on presentation about the hummingbird he snapped a photo of. You had to admit Parker had a good eye for photography. You watched him go on like a little kid excited to tell all the minute details of how it happened.

"So I run home for lunch, trying to save my extremely temperamental orchids, and suddenly I get the feeling I'm being watched," Parker said as everyone stood around him, munching on pastries. "So I look up," he continued, "And there she is, right above my greenhouse. This ruby-throated hummingbird in all her amazing minuscule glory." He finished.

"Oh, it is amazing," Torres said with a mouthful of pastry.

"It's an amazing shot you got, too," Jess added.

"Almost as amazing as these bad boys you got here," Tim said as he lifted a pastry up for everyone to see.

You could tell everyone was trying to be interested, faking their enthusiasm, but you were genuinely interested in everything Parker did. You gripped the top of his arm from behind, and placed your chin on his shoulder. No one batted an eye at your affectionate display. They didn't exactly know about your relationship with Parker, but they knew you were touchy-feely with him.

He glanced behind him and smiled at you. "What do you think?"

You pretended to mull over it, pressing your lips together and narrowing your eyes thoughtfully. "I don't know." You felt him tense beneath you.

Your mouth spread into a smile, and you placed a kiss against his shoulder, your lips pressing into the smooth material of his black suit jacket. "I love it. You did good." You assured him before releasing him from your grasp.

His eyes glimmered in your direction, his irises sparkling like the most vibrant of evergreens. "I'm glad you think so." He said.

The subject quickly changed to the pastries again before Jimmy rounded the corner, and immediately everyone knew something was bothering him. Apparently, HR turned down his request for an assistant. Again.

"You deserve an assistant." You said, agreeing with the rest of the gang.

Parker offered to go talk with Vance, and you gave a slight nod as you stuffed a pastry inside your mouth.

"It's not like it's busy around here," Parker said suddenly, and everyone stilled into a brief silence.

"Adlen, whoa." You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Come on, man, don't say that out loud," Torres added as everyone shamed him.

"What? It's true. It's a quiet day." Parker protested, not understanding why everyone was so on edge about his words.

"An all too rare quiet day." Tim retorted lightly, trying to make Parker understand.

"Yeah, don't jinx it." Torres pleaded between chews.

"Okay, fine. Whatever." Parker relented, "Come on, Jimmy." He said before ushering the medical examiner to follow him. You frowned, watching as Parker snatched the last of the pastries. "Let's go before I, uh, jinx us into the crime of the century," Parker said as he walked away from the group.

You just chuckled, watching him leave, and looked at the rest of the team. Torres gave you a hard stare as he chewed his pastry like a cow. "Did you seriously kiss Parker's shoulder? His clothed shoulder?"

You scrunched up your nose as you shoved the last of the pastry inside your mouth, "What would you rather? I kiss his bare shoulder?" You asked with your mouth full of pastry, leaving all decorum behind.

Torres blinked at you, his dark lashes giving nothing but attitude. He was obviously enjoying your sibling-like banter, "You said it. Not me."

You stuck your tongue at him before moving to sit at your desk. The day was almost over. If it continued like this, you'd be home before dark. After listening to Torres yank your chain for ten minutes, the bandium alert went off.

"Oh, greaaat." Torres sniveled as he pulled out his phone. "Body on route 60 in Fairfax."

"Dammit, I'm going to kill Alden." You said.

"You know, you're the only one who calls him Alden." Jess pointed out as she grabbed her bag.

You grabbed your belongings before heading to the elevator. You shrugged, "Alden sounds so much better." It wasn't exactly a lie. You loved his name.

You snapped photos as the team discussed what they knew thus far. You swept around the vehicle to join them, listening carefully. You wanted to tease Parker and tell him this was all his fault, but you didn't have the chance to speak with him privately since arriving on the scene.

"Looks like our killer left a few pills on the way out," Torres said as he moved closer to the rest of you, holding out his hand.

"A lot of money for something so small," Tim commented as he studied the white pills.

"So small, yet so much trouble." Jess sighed.

"It's got a logo on it."

"What is it, an M?"

"Maybe a W?"

You listened as Tim and Nick discussed the logo. You had your thoughts, but you weren't sure. "Maybe a three?" You suggested.

"I don't know. Parker, what do you think this looks like?" Tim asked.

You watched as Parker froze, his eyes staring at the pill in Nick's hand. You could see the change in his eyes—the moment something switched inside him. His usual sparkle dimmed, hollowing his hazel gaze. One would swear a ghost from his past returned to haunt him.

"Alden?" You queried. No answer. He didn't even look at you. As if some unknown entity possessed him, he turned almost mechanically before storming to his car.

"Parker!" Nick shouted after him.

"What the hell was that?" Jess asked, and you shrugged. Whatever it was, you felt nausea festering in the pit of your stomach.

You waited until on the way back to NCIS before texting him.

Are you okay?

You waited, chewing the inside of your lip expectantly.

No answer. You waited another ten minutes before trying again.

Alden?

But again, nothing. You felt the sick feeling return as nothing but worrisome thoughts plagued your mind. You felt anxious, terrified that something had happened to him. Parker had his 'read receipts' on for you and he wasn't even reading your messages.

"Hear anything?" Jess asked quietly.

"No. He's ignoring me, I suppose." You said, leaning back in the seat, and your eyes fell on the passing pavement. You had no idea what was going on. What if he ran into danger and was hurt or dead?

As if sensing your anxiety, Jess touched your hand, "He's okay."

You turned to look at her, "And if he isn't?"

She exhaled, shaking her head, "then we'll do whatever is necessary to help him."

He never read your messages. Dark skies shadowed the navy yard, and the stars were scarce, the moon hiding behind the clouds. It was the perfect depiction of how you felt: the unknown, the uncertainty, and the eerie silence from Parker.

You drove to his apartment, meeting McGee at the door. "You too?" He asked, not seeming too surprised to see you there.

"He's not answering my calls or my texts." You lamented softly, trying not to cry in front of Tim.

"Same. I called him twice."

You were almost embarrassed to tell Tim how many times you called. "I called him a few times too." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm worried."

"I am too." Tim divulged with a long sigh. "What's gotten into him?

"I don't know. He's not even reading my messages."

Tim titled his head in question, "How do you know?"

"He has the read receipts on for me." You said casually, crossing your arms over your chest as you mulled at the door of Parker's apartment. "Where did he go? I just don't understand."

"Wait. Parker has his read receipts on for you?" He seemed surprised, "Why?"

You shrugged, "Just because. I don't know." You probably sounded guilty, but you were all out of excuses at this point. One by one the team started to notice little things about you and Parker.

"I'm starting to wonder about you two," Tim said, although there was no judgment in his voice. But as soon as he said it, it was forgotten. His gaze averted to the door, and he sighed, "I suppose he's not home. Perhaps he'll explain himself in the morning." McGee hoped, and you gave a reluctant nod. You wanted to stay a little longer and wait for Parker, but he obviously didn't want to talk to anyone. You turned with Tim and headed for the elevator.

"You'll think he'll put them on for me?" He asked as you walked from the building together.

"The what, Tim?" You queried, your head dazed as thoughts of Parker's whereabouts filled your mind.

"The read receipts."

You glanced back at him, "I don't know. It doesn't hurt to ask." You said, wanting to roll your eyes. Parker only had them on for you because you were dating.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Hopefully, Parker too." Tim said as you both reached your cars. You waved goodbye to your friend before closing the door and gripping your steering wheel. You wanted to scream, but you didn't. You just closed your eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears. Parker never did this to you. He always answered you. And to shut you out like this hurt your heart in a way you didn't think possible. You didn't want to be selfish, but you couldn't help how it made you feel.

"Yeah, Let me give you a hint. The W is for Wills. Clayton Wills."

You looked up from your discussion with the team as Parker's voice filled the bullpen. You felt relief wash through you the moment you saw him standing there. He was safe, yet the worry was now replaced with anger. You were tempted to pull him aside and demand answers.

"Where you been?" McGee asked, taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Nevermind that." Parker brushed him off, and your lips pressed into a thin line as your eyes followed his every move. Something was off. Something about his demeanor was different, and you couldn't quite place it.

"Just tell me we have some leads. Or do I have to do everything around here?"

It was like a slap in the face. Your mouth fell open, and you just stood there stunned into silence.

"Hey, what happened? No Peruvian picarones?” Torres asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"You think I'm joking?" Parker shouted, stepping closer to Torres.

"Whoa," Jess said, and you were tempted to step between Parker and Torres. You had no idea who this man was and why he was acting like a complete lunatic.

"I think you need to take a step back," Torres responded. His tone calm, but firm.

"Parker, take it easy." McGee chimed in, his eyes following Parker's every move as well. You weren't the only one feeling uncertain and confused by him.

You tuned the rest of Parker's rant out, your mind completely going numb as the conversation continued. Parker's anger stunned you. He was unhinged, and you felt fear grip your stomach.

"And it's a "W" for Willis." He sneered, tone harsh as he walked away. You felt your own ire rise, but you restrained yourself before following after Parker.

"Hey, Alden." You reached for his arm, but he turned quickly, glaring at you.

"That goes for you too. Get to work!"

He shouted at you, of all people. You winced, taking a quick step back. You didn't give him the luxury of your tears or a response. You just turned on your heels, barely containing your raptly crescent ire. You wanted to shout back, and let him know he had no right to speak to you that way. It cut you deeply, and you felt layers of respect for him begin to peel away. Parker never raised his voice to you, and if he was this easily set off, you couldn't imagine a future with him.

You were furious. Hurt. And it took everything in you not to leave. Parker set something off inside you, and you found it hard to concentrate since. The next time you saw him, he was walking across the balcony area.

"We working down there or not?" Parker shouted down into the bullpen, his hands gripping the rails. You didn't look at him. You avoided his gaze and instead moved to your desk, pretending to shuffle some files. You were trying hard not to let your emotions show, but more than anything, you wanted to cry. But you didn't. Not once did you let what Parker did make you cry.

"Keep digging."

"You got it," Torres responded with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked almost as angry as you. "Jefe." He added, and you knew he didn't mean that to be polite.

"Who is that lunatic up there? And what has he done with Parker?" You heard Jess ask, and you just took a deep breath.

"That lunatic is someone I'm never talking to again." You decided, tossing the files back onto your desk.

"Obviously, this Clayton Wills guy brings out the worst in him," McGee said from his desk.

"The worst?" Torres shook his head. "That guy up there is someone we don't even know."

You sighed. "Tell me about it." You grumbled, feeling betrayed. You knew Parker better than anyone here, yet you felt like you didn't know him at all right now. You felt so disconnected from him, and you hated it. You weren't the woman he was dating anymore. You were just like everyone else.

Your plan was to avoid him for the rest of the day, but here he was in the bullpen again with his former partner. He was sitting on the edge of his desk, telling the story about Clayton Wills. At least some of it. You sat in Jess's chair, not wanting to be in his line of vision. Perhaps you were pouting, but you didn't care at this point. Everyone seemed to forgive him. And if not, at least they were talking to him. But not you. You were glaring, your eyes burning into the back of his head as he spoke in a much lighter tone now. God, you wanted to get up and smack that stupid look off his face.

"It explains why seeing those Ws really set you off." McGee said after hearing Parker’s side.

"I wouldn't say it set me off." Parker defended.

Everyone disagreed, of course. You didn't say anything. You just tightened your fist around the ink pen you were spinning around. You were trying to anchor yourself, but the poor pen was on the verge of snapping in half. You were a complete psycho. And I'm breaking up with you. Is what you wanted to say, but you bit your tongue.

Parker must have felt the heat of your gaze because he turned to look at you. The moment his eyes locked onto yours, you found yourself glowering at him. You couldn't help it. The anger you felt was uncontainable. His eyes softened, his expression rueful. Perhaps he felt guilty, but at this point, you couldn't care less.

Instead, you rolled your eyes at him and looked away.

When he didn't look away from you, you stole a glance his way to see a bewildered look writ across his face. Perhaps he thought you childish, but maybe if he didn't yell at you like a child, you wouldn't act like one.

Soon after, you rolled your eyes again at his godfather impression, scoffing in his direction. Of course, this caught his attention, and he glanced back at you again. You couldn't quite read his expression. Hurt perhaps? You weren't sure. He clearly wasn’t impressed with your attitude toward him. Perhaps you were being mean, but you wanted to hurt him. There was this small part of you that wanted him to hurt the way he hurt you.

Then he left with McGee, and you felt relief wash over you.

"Damn. I hope I never piss you off." Torres said suddenly, and you looked at him curiously.

"Why?"

"I thought you were going to murder Parker with your mind. Or stab him with that ink pen."

Brighton turned to glance at you. Just realizing you were there. "You have to forgive him. He's–"

"Forgive him?" You questioned, giving the man an incredulous look, "No. I don't think so. Parker can screw off for all I care."

"Wow." Jess looked at you, "You're still angry?"

"Yeah. I mean. We were all a little angry with him, but this is next level." Torres said.

"You guys just don't get it." You felt tears threatening to spill, and you quickly grabbed your bag and walked off. You didn't want to deal with it anymore. They weren't the ones in a relationship with him. Parker didn't hold them in his arms at night. He didn't whisper sweet, loving words into their ears. Parker was your lover, the man you allowed to see you naked, to see you at your most vulnerable. And you were now afraid of the one person who made you feel the safest.

Just when you thought you saw the last of him, Parker was down in the evidence garage suiting up. You didn't know why. Apparently, he completely lost it on Clayton Wills when he and McGee went talk to him. Again, proving your point that he lost his marbles.

And then Vance came in and benched him. Finally! Sanity. Parker was angry about it, but it was probably for the best. Torres and Knight left, leaving you alone with Parker. You tried to make a dash for it, but he stopped you in your tracks.

"Y/N. Wait. Please." You heard him call to you, and you froze, turning to face him, but you refused to look at him. He stepped closer to you, and you heard him exhale a sigh. "Please look at me."

"I don't know. Who am I looking at? Bruce Banner or the big green guy?"

He scoffed, "Bruce." He said, deciding to amuse you. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have–" But his words died in his throat.

"But you did!" Your voice rose slightly in anger, "I don't even know you, Alden." You grieved, "And I don't want to hear any excuses. We're done. This relationship is over." You turned on your heels and walked away. He didn't say anything to you. You broke up with him just like that, and not once did you look back at him.

The last time you saw Parker that day was in the woods. You almost didn't go. But it was your job, and you knew you had to find him. After the team arrested Wills, you saw him standing there. He had a large gash across his brow, and he looked completely defeated. You were tempted to reach out for him and wrap your arms tightly around him. You still cared about him. Despite your grievances, Parker still had your heart. But the hurt you felt took precedence over the love you had for him.

His eyes crossed over to yours, and you couldn't help the look of discontent that reflected in your moonlit gaze. He just turned away from you, and as if the hurt he felt transferred over to you, your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You broke up with him. You nearly forgot.

Parker texted you later that night, wanting to talk. But you ignored his message. You laid back in your bed. Not once did you cry. You only felt apathy in the moment—your insides numb. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. Normally at this time, you would either be snuggled with Parker, or talking on the phone with him until you fell asleep. But not tonight. It was eerily silent, and all you could hear was the crickets outside and the sound of cars passing your window.

Your phone buzzed, and you braced yourself before checking the text.

Are you asleep?

You put your phone down, ignoring his message.

Buzz, again. "What now?" You groaned, wishing he would give up.

Please talk to me.

You knew he could see that you read his messages. You, too, had your read receipts on for him.

Please stop texting me.

Okay.

Okay? That's it. He just said okay. You felt like you were the lunatic at this point. You didn't know what you wanted from him. You rolled over and closed your eyes. You felt a tear slide down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. You were not going to cry over this. Parker did this to himself.

Days went by. Work was awkward, but luckily the days were slow. No one dared speak it out loud, and Parker clearly learned his lesson. But even if he didn't, he was exceptionally more quiet than usual. You haven't spoken a word to him since that last text, and he didn't push you either.

You were down in the evidence garage, trying to find busy work, when the entire team, including Kasie, cornered you.

You lowered your clipboard, giving them curious looks, "may I help you?"

"We need to talk to you," Jess said gently.

You glanced between them, "Okaaay, about?" You almost found their serious expressions amusing. You didn't realize you were getting an intervention today.

Torres nodded, "About why you're torturing Parker."

"Yeah. I almost prefer crazy shouting Parker over this melancholic version that does nothing but mope around like a sad little puppy." Kasie said.

"Why are you still mad at him? He yelled at all of us." Tim said.

"You guys just don't get it."

"Then explain it to us." Torres pushed, "He's clearly down about you ignoring him."

If they wanted an explanation, you'd give them one. It was time to be honest anyway, "He's like that because I broke up with him."

Stares. Nothing but gaping stares.

"I knew they were doing it. Dude, you owe me ten bucks." Torres held his hand out to Jess.

"Wait, you and Parker?" Kasie asked.

"I had a feeling something was going on," Tim added.

"Yes. Me and Parker. Except not anymore because I ended things."

"Well, un-end things. He doesn't even bring pastries anymore." Torres whined, "it's depressing."

"Very." Jess confirmed, "I hate that I lost the bet," she pulled ten dollars from her pocket and handed it to Torres, "but you need to take him back."

"You guys want me to take him back so you can have pastries again?"

Torres nodded vigorously, "Yes. Essentially."

"And so we can see that smile again. He's like the walking dead." Kasie said as he placed her hands on your shoulders, "Take him back. As Jimmy said, no one should be judged by their worst days. Parker deserves our forgiveness."

"Are you guys seriously begging me to get back with him? It should be him begging me." You scoffed.

"I tried. But you told me to leave you alone, so I did." You turned to see Parker standing there. "When I realized my entire team was missing, I set out looking." He said, explaining his presence there.

Everyone exchanged glances before quickly dispersing. "See, he even respects boundaries." Kasie threw in before leaving you alone with Parker.

You almost tried to sneak away with them, but what was the point? You avoided his gaze, your eyes falling onto his shoes.

"I can kick myself for hurting you so much that you can’t even look at me anymore." He said softly.

You didn't say anything.

"Y/N, I am so sorry."

"You scared me, Alden.."

"I know." He stepped closer, and you stepped back.

He sucked in a breath, "Please." His voice was desperate. When you didn't respond, he reached out for you again. And this time you didn't move. He seized your face in his hands, cradling your head delicately, "and I hate myself for it." You could see tears teetering along his waterline. "Please forgive me." He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

You could hear the crack in his voice, and you swallowed. Finally, you broke down. You held in your tears for days, and his touch was the final straw. A sob escaped your lips, and you cried. He pulled you in, holding you tightly against his chest.

"I'm sorry." He murmured into your hair.

"It wasn't just the yelling. You shut me out. I was worried about you. You felt so far away, and it's like you didn't care."

"I know. I have no excuse. I was going through something, and unfortunately, it was at your and everyone else's expense."

"I swear, Alden, I hated you for days," you said through tears.

He scoffed, "Oh, I know. You rolled your eyes at me, and sneered at my joke. Honestly, It was a bit mean."

You chuckled, looking up to meet his gaze for the first time. You missed those eyes. He brushed his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping your tears.

"I hate hearing you cry." he admitted, "and I hate even more that I'm the one who caused it." He kissed your face, his lips lingering on your temple. "Please forgive me," He whispered against your skin.

"I do." Your words surprised you, "but if you ever shout at me again, we’ll have to plan your funeral."

He released a humorless laugh, "Duly noted." He said before moving in to kiss you, but he hesitated, searching your eyes for permission.

"Yes, you can kiss me," you murmured, and he smiled before covering your mouth with his. This kiss felt different than all the rest. It was slow, careful, and desperate all at once.

You heard clapping and pulled back from him, missing his kiss already. You both turned to see the team hiding around the corner. You rolled your eyes before grabbing Parker's hand. "Come on, let's get away from those creeps."

"Yeah, they're only worried about the pastries anyway," Parker added loud enough for them to hear.

You laughed, squeezing his hand tightly and disappeared with him into the darkest corner so he could kiss you until you couldn't breathe. He made sure to keep telling you he was sorry between kisses, and that he never wanted to lose you.

"Does this mean we're back together?" He asked suddenly, pulling back only a hair to search your eyes.

"Yes, now shut up." You reeled him back in, closing the gap between you. You two had a lot of making up to do, and it was plenty quiet enough for you to start.

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“Silco, I’m pregnant” Pt. 1.5:

Silco x f!reader, 2.5k words, SFW

Warnings: pregnancy, revealing pregnancy, mentions of the birds and the bees, established relationship, fluff, silco pov

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: A little extra scene request - my sincerest apologies that this took so long!! Also, I changed Jinx’s age slightly to be a little bit younger (around 9 or 10) because I thought it would work a bit better. Hope you enjoy!! -el x

Silco should have known that revealing your pregnancy to Jinx would be nothing but a complete and utter emotional rollercoaster. But despite its mercurial nature, it was, undoubtedly, a memory he would treasure for the rest of his life.

You’d agreed to tell her when you were just over 12 weeks, with the knowledge that you’d start to show soon and you both wanted Jinx to know before anyone else.

And of course because once she knew, she’d undoubtedly want to be the one to paint the nursery and begin designing a handful of home-made toys for the baby…Silco hopes he won’t have to teach her that it’s unwise to keep explosives near newborns.

Having just finished dinner, all three of you sitting on the sofa in his office, Jinx happily eats spoonfuls of ice-cream from the tub as she curls up comfortably between the two of you.

Silco glances over at you to find you already looking at him with a quietly nervous expression. His eyebrow raises in question and you immediately pick up on his meaning, nodding once to indicate that you were ready.

He gently moves one of Jinx’s braids over her shoulder, both to get her attention and to make sure it doesn’t accidentally fall into the ice-cream. He should really see about getting it cut soon, it was getting far too long…

“Pumpkin, we have something to tell you,” he informs her softly.

At this, her head shoots up, glancing between the two of you, momentarily pausing her quest to finish as much of the ice-cream before one of you inevitably stops her.

Jinx immediately hones in on your tender expression and unfortunately for her, mistakes its cause.

“You got me that new paintball gun?!” she asks brightly, her wide eyes lighting up in excitement.

Silco blinks in surprise and he watches your face fall as you process her misunderstanding.

“Um, not yet, sweetheart,” you answer after a slight pause. “Perhaps for Snowdown Day.”

“Oh,” Jinx says, a brief flash of disappointment in her features before she quickly resumes her normal, inquisitive expression, re-focussing her attention on the ice-cream. “What then?”

But despite both you and Silco spending a considerable amount of time deciding how you were going to break the news to Jinx, he looks up to find you suddenly lost for words.

He doesn’t blame you. Talking about breaking the news was one thing, but actually doing it was a whole other matter.

You look at him helplessly and Silco decides to assist you, keeping his tone of voice kind yet decidedly neutral as he speaks to his daughter.

“Sweetheart, your mother is going to have a baby.”

Jinx freezes, staring down at the tub of ice-cream as she tightly clutches the spoon in her hand. Her features slowly begin to scrunch up, but Silco knows her well enough by now to think that she’s stunned, rather than upset.

It doesn’t make him feel any less worried.

As if all the air has been sucked from the room, Silco suddenly finds his chest constricting.

He knew there was a chance she might not have the best reaction to this kind of news, for the simple reason that it might invoke traumatic memories of the siblings she’d had before Silco had taken her in.

It hadn’t been that long since he’d adopted her on that fateful, rainy night, and Silco knew that his daughter still struggled with flashbacks surrounding that time in her life.

But luckily this is something he had discussed with you, and you’d both prepared accordingly (not mentioning the word ‘sister’ being one of the biggest considerations you’d made).

“How does that make you feel, Pumpkin?” you ask her gently, tracing soothing patterns on her arm to subconsciously remind her that you were still there for her. Physically and emotionally.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, swirling the spoon into the steadily melting tub of ice-cream.

“That’s okay, it must feel a bit overwhelming. I was overwhelmed when I found out as well,” you tell her honestly.

Silco thinks he might be obsessed with how good you are with her, a little flutter squeezing his heart. You were always so open and honest.

Already a truly wonderful mother.

“But we want you to know that we still love you and will always love you, no matter what. You can talk to either me or your Dad whenever you like, and we’ll answer any questions you might have,” you continue.

Jinx appears to think over your offer before she looks up and suddenly blurts out her question.

“Where did the baby come from?”

Silco observes a slight blush spreading across the tops of your cheeks as you struggle to find the right words.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought this question might come up. But, truth be told, you were both blindly hoping she just wouldn’t ask it anyway.

It was sometimes difficult to judge Jinx’s level of comprehension on this kind of topic. It’s not that she wasn’t intelligent enough, far from it, but rather that she occasionally struggled with sensitive, emotional subjects like this.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you clearly work to find the best way to explain it to her; a way that would both be honest but not too much detail for a nine-year-old.

But before either of you can endeavour on that particular (and in Silco’s view, mortifying) journey, Jinx looks between your pensive expressions and pulls a face.

“Oh, I get it. It’s because of that adult thing I’m not supposed to know about yet,” she replies just a little too confidently, as she nonchalantly begins to shovel more ice-cream into her mouth.

What.

…What??

Silco is utterly horrified, his seafoam eye widening as the infected one undoubtedly swirls in alarm.

How? How does she know about that?

He immediately opens his mouth to demand she tell him just who taught her this information, already planning to tear them limb from limb.

“Where-”

“Okay, we’ll speak about that later, sweetheart,” you cut him off, giving him an intense glare over Jinx’s shoulder.

He returns your glare with his signature scowl, but clamps his mouth shut anyway, knowing exactly what you were trying to silently communicate to him.

Now you’d have to collectively work together to figure out just what Jinx thought she knew about where babies came from and correct any misassumptions. A conversation that Silco was positively dreading.

But not just yet. Probably in a few days when the news of your pregnancy had properly sunk in.

One thing at a time.

Fortunately, you move the conversation on quickly before he can become too distraught thinking about how another big conversation with her would go.

“Do you have any other questions?” you ask tenderly.

Jinx responds swiftly and with far more intrigue than he was expecting.

“Yeah, will I have to share my stuff with the baby? What’s it called? Will it have blue hair like mine? Or will it have Dad’s eye?

Her questions give him whiplash, sending him into a state of bewilderment.

Silco wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when he’d imagined how this conversation would play out, but it certainly didn’t include this barrage of questions.

He responds to the only one he knows how to answer with any kind of ease.

“We haven’t decided on a name yet, Poppet. Perhaps you could think of some suggestions for us?”

Her face lights up again at that, which is no surprise given how much she thoroughly enjoys a good challenge. Of course, what Silco didn’t know was the absolute headache he was letting himself in for by giving her such creative freedom…

To his utter relief, Jinx is seemingly becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of you having a baby the more you talk about it, another question flying out of her mouth in between more spoonfuls of ice-cream.

“When the baby grows up, will it know how to get paint bombs to explode with a remote detonator? Because I can’t get mine to work.”

Now this is something not completely out of his depth, Silco thinks. In fact, it was very much in his depth.

“I can assist you with that,” he informs her assuredly with a wave of his hand. “I learnt many skills as a young revolutionary, remote detonation being one of them.”

Jinx is unmistakably impressed at the admission.

“Really? Cool!” she exclaims and Silco struggles not to grin at the compliment.

Completely focused on Jinx’s reactions, Silco almost misses the way you’re pointedly staring at him from the other side of the couch. But the moment he catches your eyes, he remembers what you’d asked him to say and clears his throat in preparation, his tone of voice lowering.

“Jinx, your mother and I want you to know that even though we may become busy when the baby is born, we won’t forget about you. We’ll always make time for you, Pumpkin,” he tells her seriously.

“Well duh, I’m pretty hard to forget,” she responds flippantly, with a harmless roll of her eyes.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he watches you bite your lip in clear amusement. He should have known she’d react like that.

“You’re very correct, sweetheart,” you say with a smile. “But I am going to need your help looking after the baby when they arrive.”

At this, Jinx shrugs her shoulders casually, and replies as if she’s not still very much a child herself.

“Sure, I’m great with kids.”

Silco feels warmth spread through him at her grown-up statement.

He was so proud of her. How far she’d come since he’d first met her.

Unaware of his quiet admiration of her personal growth, Jinx stands up, placing the spoon and now empty tub of ice-cream on the coffee table in front of her.

Silco knows there’s no way she’s going to sleep anytime soon, not with the impending sugar rush that was due to kick in imminently, after consuming nearly a whole tub of ice-cream. But there’s nothing he can do about it now.

Besides, the ice-cream may or may not have been a subliminal little bribe on his part; an attempt to placate Jinx before you’d even begun to tell her about the baby.

She turns to face you both, a look of utter seriousness crossing her little face as she announces her decision.

“Okay. I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided that you’re allowed to have a baby.”

Silco’s lips thin as you stifle a laugh beside him.

“Thank you, darling,” you say with a big nod of your head, your lips pursed in overexaggerated understanding.

Jinx graciously nods her head at you once and then turns her attention to Silco, her voice returning to its usual playfulness.

“Daaaad, will you show me how to make the remote detonator work now? Pretty please with a cigar on top?”

He smiles at her warmly.

“Alright, Pumpkin. You get everything set up and I’ll be with you in a moment,” he replies.

She squeals a quick “Okay!” before bolting out the room, her footsteps swiftly getting quieter and quieter as she sprints to her bedroom.

And when she’s finally out of earshot, you and Silco turn to look at each other, before you loudly burst out laughing and Silco begins to chuckle and shake his head at her antics.

Unique wouldn’t even begin to describe her.

He shuffles up on the sofa, reaching his arms around your shaking shoulders to pull you against his side in a warm embrace.

“Well, that went better than expected,” he says when you’ve finally stopped snickering, heaving a huge breath of air to calm yourself down.

“Yes,” you agree, after a long exhale. “Although, she does bring up a point I hadn’t considered before,” you add, turning to look up at him with a serious expression dawning on your features.

“What?” he asks worriedly, a heavy feeling forming in his chest.

You bite your lip before bringing up your concern in a tone of voice that is terribly sober.

“Do you think the baby will inherit your ability to rattle every single wall of The Drop with their snoring?”

Silco pauses to take in your words and then he rolls his eyes emphatically.

No matter how many times you teased him about it, Silco knows the truth.

He does not snore.

It doesn’t stop him from playfully sniping back at you, though.

“It certainly wouldn’t be as catastrophic as if they developed your habit of throwing laundry at the basket from across the room, and missing every time might I add, instead of just carefully putting it in the basket,” he emphasises with mock drama.

You don’t take the bait like he hoped you would, instead stretching up to kiss his scarred cheek and snuggling closer to his body. His arms tighten around you as he absentmindedly places a chaste kiss on your temple.

Gods, how he loved you.

The two of you cuddle for a few perfect moments until you break the silence with a quiet murmur into his chest.

“I hope she has your nose.”

“She?” Silco asks, peering down at the top of your head with a frown.

“Yes,” you respond with absolute certainty.

His frown deepens.

You’d both agreed to let the sex of the baby be a surprise, even though he desperately wants to know so he can begin to prepare. Besides, it was far too early for any test to be reliable enough to tell accurately, so he’s fairly certain you don’t actually know.

He asks anyway.

“Do you know something I don’t?” he drawls.

“What, like how to use an eyebrow pencil without jabbing myself in the eye with it?” you shoot back playfully.

“That happened once, and it was your fault for startling me anyways,” he grumbles, giving your thigh a light pinch in reprimand.

You jump with an adorable little squeal, pulling yourself out of his grasp for a moment. But it doesn’t keep you away for long.

In fact, with a sly grin crossing your lips, you soon lean forward again like you’re about to steal a kiss from him, pausing a tortuous half-inch away to whisper against his own scarred lips.

“If she’s anything like you, I’m going to be the luckiest woman in the world.”

Your overly generous words make his heart leap in his chest and Silco can’t help but close the distance between you, pouring all the love he has for you into a passionate, adoring kiss.

It was him that was the lucky one, of that he was certain.

Never before has he felt so much joy. A happiness he never expected or even thought he deserved.

And it was all because of you and Jinx.

Deep down, Silco is relieved that his daughter seemed to react positively to the news.

And even though he knows you will all need a proper conversation about her other siblings at some point (and the dreaded birds and bees, of course), he also can’t wait to see how she takes to becoming a big sister.

But that was for the future, so for now, he’s content to kiss you like you’ve just handed him the moon, the stars, and every last secret of the universe.

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