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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Meant To Be ~ SCB [TW] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 11.4K

PAIRING Changbin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: SAD, ANGST, Literally just pure angst, fluffy scene at the start,

TRIGGER WARNINGS: PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU’RE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE FOLLOWING, blood, death, murder, swearing, toxic family members, kidnapping, mentions of the reader being hit multiple times,

A/N: Since we don’t know Changbin’s family member’s names I picked some from google! I hope thats okay!! I just want to say thank you to @sw33tnight for giving me total freedom with this one and my partner in crime @taestannie for helping me come up with something SUPER ANGST! I hope you guys enjoy this but please don’t read if it triggers you I love you all

The day seemed to be going by so slowly as if it knew you wanted to hurry up and finish work. Not that you hated your job, you absolutely adored it. Getting to spend most of the day around your boyfriend was one of the many perks but you also got to do something you enjoyed.

"Don't get me wrong, I loved the gesture but it doesn't make up for him stealing my food." Sana jokingly complained as she looked at you in the mirror. Your hands were plaiting her red hair into french plaits down the side as you got her ready for a video shooting.

"Take it up with Chan, he likes to steal my food too." You giggled a little as she shook her head.

"The fact is! I had my name written on that bag and he still took it,"

"A thief!" You gasped dramatically as you tied off the end of her hair with a hair tie,

"Vandal!" She gasped back, holding her hand over her chest as you both began to say the lyrics of "Jump" back at one another, giggling the whole time.

"Outrage!"

"Scandal!" A cough at the door stopped you both and you smiled. Changbin was waiting for you, leaning against the door frame with a giant smile on his face.

The day seemed to have dragged by for him too, all week long he'd been wanting to get the week over with. Too excited to finally head home with you to meet his parents.

Sana smirked as she saw the suitcases by Changbin's feet, matching suitcases cause you were both just that cute together. As much as Changin claimed he was a dark person he was far from it.

One of the softest people in the world which was why you had fallen for him in the first place. Not that you had told him that yet. I love you was a big step and you didn't know if it was too soon or if it was too much for Changbin.

"Is the wedding this weekend?" Sana asked as she stared at you with wide eyes. If she'd known she would have gotten someone else to do her hair, she knew how nervous you were about it.

The two of you hadn't been together that long and you were about to go and spend four days with Changbin and his family. Three months you had both been together and every day with him felt more special than the other.

"Yes," Changbin said as he walked into the room, wrapping his arms around you from behind and smiling. It was going to be a long road trip tonight just so you could arrive in the afternoon tomorrow for the meal.

"A nice long weekend." You breathed, as scared as you were, you were also completely excited. It was going to be one of the most amazing things you would get to do together. You loved weddings.

"Get lots of photos, I want to see your dress! I want cute couple photos!" She giggled excitedly as she got up from her chair. Ripping you away from Changbin and giving you one of the biggest hugs in the world you smiled squeezing her a little.

"I won't be gone long, I promise. I'll be back here to annoy you before you know it." You winked at her and she pushed you back into the arms of your boyfriend.

"Take good care of her," She ordered, waving her finger around in his face before leaving the room.

"You ready?" He questioned, running his hand over your cheek and grinning at you. If he had the chance he would have taken you to meet his parents sooner. It had been something he wanted to do for a while but kept putting it off.

As he had warned you his family could always be a little too much or come off harsh to those around them. It was something he had been trying to warm you up to, to make sure you were ready to meet them.

"I'm more than ready, we should get some drinks for the car." You reminded him as you began to clean up the room you had been using.

You and Changbin had met because you were a stylist for JYP, though there were rules against dating you got away with it. Changbin was someone who didn't seem to care what his boss had to say and if you had been fired, Changbin would have fixed it for you.

This was the job you'd had since moving to Seoul, something that had built your life back up after running away from home. It was something you'd fallen in love with since doing the job.

"Yes, I want some coffee. Strong. Coffee." He mumbled as he began to take the suitcases with him down the halls. You were walking by his side with the shoulder bag. It was a long drive and you would do half tonight and half tomorrow. Stopping at a motel on the way down to his family home so that he could get some rest.

"Come on then, let's get some fuel in you." You poked his stomach a little before heading into the canteen for snacks and hot drinks.

"I'm telling you, we could have stopped sooner." You giggled as Changbin laid face down on the motel bed. Mumbling something into the pillow about how tired he was. Multiple times you had offered to stop and switch or to stop at a different motel but he wanted this one.

You figured it was because it seemed fancier than the others you had spotted on the drive. This particular motel seemed more like a hotel, it had a fancy entrance. The rooms were all decorated to perfection and even the workers were in uniform. Any motel you had stayed in before was crummy, cramped and the workers kind of creeped you out.

"Why did you want this one specifically?" You questioned, sitting down beside him on the bed and running your fingers through his hair. Sighing he turned to look up at you, he'd seen this place online and instantly wanted to bring you here.

Since your relationship wasn't out to the public yet you were always forced to do dates that were inside and this time he knew he could do something more.

"They have a private beach, I figured if we woke up early enough we could go for a walk." You smiled at him, caressing your fingers over his skin as you watched him blush. Everything he did he did for you, he wanted to make sure that you could both enjoy this time together.

A private beach meant you could walk hand in hand together instead of five feet apart, pretending as if you didn't know one another.

"Seo Changbin, you're one of the cutest guys in the world." You giggled as he turned back to hide his face in the mattress. Telling you that he wasn't going to come out until the morning,

"The walk is off! I'm not cute! I'm manly!" He jokingly yelled before rolling over onto his bag, wrapping an arm around you to pull you down into him.

"My manly man, you need to shower." You reminded him as you kisses his chest. He hadn't showered that morning since he'd had dance practice all day and figured he could at the motel.

"Will you join me?" He questioned as he kissed your shoulder softly. The two of you were going to make the most of the night that you had alone together. It wasn't often that you would get to be fully alone with one another like this and you wanted to savour every moment of it.

"Why, of course." You smirked getting up from the bed, slowly stripping out of your work clothes as you headed towards the en-suite bathroom. Changbin followed close behind you as he picked you up from the floor.

"Prepare yourself for a very, very long night." He smirked at you, biting down on your shoulder as he stood you in the shower. Turning on the water and smiling at the pressure,

"See, this is another reason to come here. Better plumbing." He sighed happily feeling how warm it was without having to heat up first,

"Are you going to moan over the water or get into the shower with me?" You questioned as he rushed to strip out of his own clothes and get into the shower behind you.

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him into a soft kiss. Changbin wrapped his arms around your waist to drawer you closer to him, sighing against your lips as you made out under the running water. You melted against him as sparks flew out of your body, butterflies fluttering rapidly in your stomach.

It didn't matter how many times that you did this it would always give you more butterflies than last time.

The moment you had been most nervous for had arrived, you were standing outside the giant doors of Changbin's family home. Which from the looks of it was more like a mansion than a family home. The first floor was filled with floor to ceiling windows, all blacked out so that no one could see inside. The second floor was similar only there were fewer windows and a couple of balconies.

"Changbin, you said it was a small family home." You whispered as he took out the final bag from the car. It was only now that your nerves were getting worse. It felt as though you were going to be sick at any second, you were so clearly going to get lost inside of that big house unless Changbin was by your side.

"Relax baby," He brushed his hand over your lower back, giving your side a quick squeeze before heading up to the door. Both of you carried a suitcase each while he took your hand in his.

You had been panicking in the car about if you looked okay enough. You wanted to dress smart, you knew Changbin's family were rich and always dressed to impress so you'd done the same.

Saving up for months from your wages so you could go out and buy all new outfits while you were staying with them. Keeping each of the receipts and making sure to tuck the tags back into the dresses. They were far too expensive for you to even dream of keeping. Changbin chuckled a little as you began brushing down the white floral dress you were wearing. It was an off the shoulder knee-length dress and he had to say he could barely keep his hands off you in the car.

"Mum?" He called out as he opened up the doors, heading inside with a bright smile as his sister came rushing over to him.

"Noona!" He laughed as she hugged him tightly. It had been too long since he'd been to visit and you knew how close he and his sister were, you had seen family videos and photos.

"Noona, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my sister Hwa-Young." You bowed a little and she laughed softly, bringing you into a tight embrace. Pulling back to look at you with a warm and inviting expression,

"It's been too long since Changbin bought someone to meet us! I've heard so much about you," She boosted as she looked you up and down, a bigger smile falling onto her face.

"I have the same dress but in green! You should wear this to dinner with me tonight, that way we can match." You smiled happily as you nodded your head. Feeling a little relief wash over you knowing that his sister seemed to like you.

"Enough, I don't want you to scare her away. Where's mum?" Changbin chuckled bringing you into his embrace again, his arm wrapped around your waist as you looked up at him.

"She was in the kitchen with Halmeoni," She explained as Changbin nodded, a man came over and took your bags from you. Bowing as you caught his eye,

"Changbin?" You went to question who the man was when Hwayoung smiled at you,

"Don't worry, it's just someone mum hired to help while the wedding is on," HwaYoung explained with a smile on her face, the last thing she wanted was for you to be overwhelmed by everything going on.

"Changbin hasn't told me much about the wedding, will it-"

"It will be held in this house." A voice spoke out from the top of the grand staircase in front of you. It felt as if a cold breeze had just whipped through the air and sent a shiver down your spine. Changbin let go of you and smiled at his mother who began to walk towards all three of you. His mother's eyes lingered on you and then to Changbin, a small glare forming as she saw the love bite that was on his neck.

"Umma, we were just going to explain the wedding," Hwayoung said with a smile but her mother shook her head.

"Something Changbin should have done before now." You smiled as you bowed to his mother,

"It's lovely to meet you Seo Eunjeong," You didn't lift your head until she cleared her throat. Stepping in front of you so you could see just how expensive her shoes were, from the looks of it they had real diamonds on them.

"It's nice to meet you too...." She glanced at Changbin waiting for him to tell her your name.

"Y/n Y/l/n," He told her with a smile, she had remembered but still stared at you. A faint sneer on her face as she looked you up and down again.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n. I trust you'll be on good behaviour whilst you're here." There was no reason you wouldn't be but you nodded your head, doing your best to stay as polite as possible.

Although her name meant kindness, mercy, charity you could already tell that she was far from that, especially with you.

"We should go to our room, it's been a long drive and I want to shower before the meal," Changbin said as he began to notice how awkward it had become since his mother had joined the room.

"Yes, that will be lovely. I know your grandmother is looking forward to seeing you. Now that we don't get to as often," She glanced at you as if blaming you for her son always being so busy but you looked to the ground.

"Oh, and you'll never guess who came for the wedding," Suddenly it was like an atmosphere change, she was suddenly bubbly and happy as you all began to walk towards the stairs.

"Who?" Changbin chuckled seeing his mother like this. It had been years since she had gotten so excited about something like this,

"Park Areum! She's going to be staying in one of the guest rooms." You'd heard that name somewhere before but you couldn't remember where, it was as if it was on the tip of your tongue.

"Why would Areum be coming to the wedding? I thought you stopped speaking to her?" Changbin questioned his sister, clearly annoyed at the mention of this woman's name.

"I did, I think she might have seen the announcement in the newspaper," Changbin looked at with and flashed an apologetic look. He couldn't believe that she would be there, he'd hoped she'd never show up in his life again.

The look gave you a reminder of who Areum was. His ex. Not just any kind of ex-girlfriend but one who had left him without an explanation after he had confessed his love to her. It had basically broken Changbin when it happened, he'd refused to date ever again until he met you. You knew just how much he hated Areum and couldn't stand to be around her since she would always act as if he had meant nothing to her.

"Don't be silly! I invited her, you couldn't have your wedding without your best friend." His mother reminded Hwayoung who looked confused. They had been best friends since the moment she tore her brother's heart out from his chest and stamped on it.

As all four of you began to walk up the stairs Eunjeong gasped loudly.

"My dear," She said as you took your wrist carefully in hers, you frowned and looked at her.

"Y-Yes Mrs Seo?" You thought you had done something wrong but she looked at you and then pulled the tag up to display in front of Changbin and his sister.

"You appeared to have forgotten to take this out," She snapped the small string that connected the tag and smiled triumphantly in front of everyone.

"There, now no one else has to see that embarrassing moment." You felt a piece of your soul leave your body as you saw the tag in her hand, she ripped it up before disposing of it into a nearby bin. There went at least half of your wages on the one dresses you had packed.

"I'm sure you will both be quite comfortable in here. We would let you use your old room but it's being renovated." Eunjeong explained as she opened the door to the bedroom you would be staying in. It was huge, at least bigger than your apartment.

There was a large double bed filled with blankets and pillows, a fireplace, sofa and a little TV set by the balcony windows. Changbin smiled at you as he caught how entranced you were with everything around you.

"The ensuite is right through there and I believe that your bags should be in the wardrobe." She smiled as she stayed in the doorway of the room, just watching you both closely as you glanced around at everything.

"Thanks, mum, I'm sure we'll be comfortable here." She nodded her head turning to leave when she stopped herself,

"Just one more thing." Both yourself and Changbin turned to face her waiting for her to say something,

"Your father and I are right next door, so make sure there's nothing going on in here," She pointed at the love bite on Changbin and you felt your stomach drop as she left the room.

"Ignore her baby, she was just playing." Changbin laughed when he saw the look on your face but you didn't feel as though she was playing.

"I-I wouldn't anyway, not while they were...N-Not in your family home." You wrapped your arms around yourself and bit your lip, suddenly feeling as though you had been scolded.

"We should get ready, do you want to shower with me?" Changbin wiggled his eyebrows as you shook your head. Too worried his mother could come in at any second and scold you for even thinking about getting into the shower with her son.

"I'll unpack." You smiled at him as he walked into the bathroom. By unpacking, you meant to make sure all of the tags on your clothes could be well hidden from his mother's view. But when you got into the wardrobe everything was unpacked, including the shoes and underwear from inside of your bags. Each of the tags from the dresses was cut out and placed into the bin beside the wardrobe doors.

"So Y/n, what is it that you do?" Sunho asked as he sat down beside you at the table. You smiled up at him, he was introduced to you as Hwayuong's soon to be husband and the two of you seemed to be getting along quite well.

"I'm a stylist at JYP, that's actually how me and Changbin met." You said proudly as Changbin took your hand under the table, giving it a small squeeze and an encouraging smile. The meal was being held in a large dining room that looked fancy, there were candles lining the table and different family members were gathered around it. You had been introduced to all of them one by one but most of their names had begun to slip your mind, it was hard to keep up.

"A stylist? Do you get to go to all of the fancy fashion shoots they do? I bet it must be great getting to design so many outfits." Areum sounded generally interested in what you did but you smiled weakly at her,

"N-No, sorry. I'm a makeup and hairstylist, I do their hair and makeup." Areum smiled and nodded as you explained this but there was one person who didn't seem so happy about it.

While you thought it was an excellent job Changbin's mother severely disapproved of it. A makeup and hairstylist wasn't exactly what she had pictured her son being involved with.

"Oh." You could hear the disappointment and disgust seep from Eunjeong at the end of the table as she heard you explain what it was that you did. All night long she had done what she could to avoid you, if you would speak she would ignore you. If you asked questions she would do the same thing.

You were beginning to think that she wasn't exactly fond of you but you played it down. Doing your best to be a polite house guest and do what you were supposed to.

"I think it's great, do you get to see one another often?" Areum questioned as you nodded your head, slowly reaching for your glass of wine and sipping on it. Everyone at the table were having their own conversations and you were thankful that you, Areum and Sunho seemed to be getting along well with one another.

You figured it would be better to be pleasant with Areum rather than standoffish if Changbin's mother seemed to like her so much.

"Yes, I do a lot of work for Changbin and the boys. I get to spend a lot of time with them." Changbin glanced at you and smiled before going back to speaking with his sister.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, how much does that job pay?" That was all it took for the room to fall into complete silence. Even the younger children had turned to stare at you and Eunejong as she stared over at you. If looks could kill you would have died on the floor in front of her. Changbin said nothing as he looked at you, he knew better than to speak against his mother, if she wanted an answer to something she would get it.

"I...Erm," You cleared your throat when someone slammed their hand on the table, you flinched at the action. It was Changbin's grandmother who had barely uttered a word to anyone in the room.

"Speak up! Some of us are old!" You took in a deep breath and smiled weakly over at her,

"It doesn't pay that much, but I make do."

"Do you plan on moving in with my son?" Another bold question sent a shiver down your spine. You felt as though you were being interrogated rather than asked simple questions. It always felt as if there was an ulterior motive behind each and everyone question she had asked you so far.

"Well, we've only been together a few months. I don't think we've thought about it," You glanced to Changbin for some kind of help but he busied himself by drinking from a glass, avoiding all ways of looking at you.

"Is my son not good enough to think about like that?" You stuttered a little as you looked at her and then to Changbin who was again doing everything he could to avoid your glance.

"Mrs Seo...I...Changbin and I, we've not been together than long and-" A shriek left your throat as a cold sensation went down your back and you began to feel wet and sticky.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! You can't find good waitresses these days!" She yelled out as you turned to look up at a young waitress who had spilt four glasses of red wine down your back.

"It's...It's okay," You whispered getting up from your chair. All eyes were on you and they weren't even trying to make it appear as though they weren't all staring at you.

"I should go and change," You smiled bowing as you looked at Changbin for help, you were going to get lost going up to your room.

"FOOD FIGHT!" A small child screamed as he began to throw food in your direction, people began to laugh amongst one another as all of the youngest kids began throwing food at you. Changbin's mother smirked into her wine glass as no one was watching as observed as you began to walk toward the exit, sniffling a little.

"Boys, enough. I'm sure Y/n is embarrassed enough without you pelting her with food." She announced as she got up from the table, the boy who had been throwing food at you instantly sat down and you left. Ignoring everyone's small giggles as you made your way out of the room.

Stinking of deviled eggs and wine as you thanked the lords for packing EpiPens in your bag, extra ones at that. You had listed on the small slip Changbin had given you a month ago what you were allergic to and eggs were one of the things, not just that but mayonnaise. As you walked you could feel your skin beginning to burn and throat begin to swell.

"Here," You turned to see Changbin's mother walking towards you,

"Thank you. This place is huge, I'm sure I'll get lost before the wedding." You joked lightly, you could have sworn you heard her mumble something under her breath. Something along the lines of,

'We can only hope'

But you ignored it and smiled at her as she began to walk you up to the bedroom, stopping just outside the door as she looked at you. Your face was already beginning to swell and she sighed,

"You're swelling up dear, maybe we should give you smaller dishes. I don't want you to puff up so much in the photos...We already portioned your meals." You bit back the urge to tell her the real reason you were beginning to puff up as she stared at you. They had already given you so a smaller meal compared to everyone else at the table. A small smirk played on Mrs Seo's lips but you had to be imagining it as you tried to excuse yourself.

"I'm sorry if I offended you at the table," You said quickly as you rushed into the room, grabbing your Epipen from the drawer and turning to look at her.

"It's not that I haven't thought about Changbin that way. We've only been together three months and I never want to put pressure on him." She nodded watching you closely as you injected yourself calmly and then turned her head to look around the room.

"I'll call someone to clean this up-"

"I can do it, it's completely fine. I made the mess," You said quickly, trying to appear as though you could be the perfect house guest but she simple hummed at you.

"Tell me, how long have you and Changbin been together again?" She walked into the room, standing in front of you as you looked at her.

"Three months,"

"How long have you been sleeping together?" You coughed a little as you hadn't imagined her to be so open about this.

"N-Not long." You stuttered out as you glanced at her, wondering where all of this would be going but she simply hummed.

"Are you using protection?" If this was where she gave you the sexual education talk you were going to have to stop her. You'd already heard all of this when you were in school and again from your best friend when you began dating Changbin.

"M-Mrs Seo, I-"

"Because if your intentions are to get pregnant and marry my son I should warn you," She stared you down as she looked you up and down once again, this time you felt as if you were nothing.

"We have a team of lawyers who are specially qualified and you will get nothing." You shook your head trying to speak but you could barely even think past the thought of her thinking of you like that.

"Ma'am, I mean no disrespect but my sexual life with Changbin is none of your business,"

"It is all of my business. He is my son and I will not have him have a child out of wedlock or with someone as the likes of you." The room fell into a dead silence. All you could hear was the muffled music coming from downstairs and some laughter whenever a waiter would open a door.

"The likes of me?" You questioned, you had no confidence as she nodded her head. Making her way toward the bedroom door once again,

"I know your kind. You will date someone richer than you, someone, of great importance. Use them."

"Mrs Seo-"

"Don't. I do not like you. In fact, I hate you. You're doing nothing but using my son and the sooner he realises that the better," You stepped towards her about to defend yourself when she stepped towards you, you instantly sat down against the bed. Scared of what she might say or do as she stared down into your eyes, pure disgust all over her face.

"I was no good enough for his father's mother but she taught me how to be." You hoped that this was where she would offer to teach you,

"I know I was no good enough then but I am now. Having gone through that, I know that you are not good enough." Your eyes burnt as she touched your cheek with her cold hand,

"You will never be enough for my son. You’re not what he needs." Tears were beginning to build in your eyes as you stared at her.

"I'll tell Changbin you went to sleep. You should wash yourself off before those eggs find you again." She said with a bright smile on her face, walking out of the room as you stared at where she had been standing. It felt as if your whole world had come crashing down around you. Knowing that your boyfriend's mother did not want you around and did not believe you were good enough for him.

Changbin didn't return until later in the night and when he did you pretended to sleep. As if you could ever sleep after what she had said to you. It was clear that she had been the one to tell the boys to throw those eggs and have a waitress "accidentally" spill the drinks down you. At first, you had convinced yourself that everything was all in your head. That she was being protective but after that talk with her, it all made sense as to what she was doing.

Embarrassing you in front of Changbin and the rest of his family while you could do nothing but be polite and kind back to her. Ignoring her as she would play mind games on you.

The bed shifted as Changbin wrapped his arm around your side, dragging you back into his body as he began to drift off to sleep. You wanted to tell him desperately about what his mother had said but you knew how close they were. You could never ruin a mother and son relationship and you only had to deal with this for a few more days.

After that you could go home, you could make excuses about never wanting to visit his parents again.

The mistreatment that would come from his mother would only continue to grow over your time in the house. All morning long she had been belittling you in front of everyone who was invited to Hwayoung's hen party. Either that or she would do everything in her power to ignore you and pretend that you weren't even in the room.

Changbin hadn't been with you since breakfast because he'd been taken by the groom for their party. Leaving you with his mother and sister, Areum was the only breath of fresh air throughout all of it. Even if she was Changbin's ex-girlfriend she was doing everything she could to be kind to you.

"Where is the hen party taking place?" You questioned Areum as you both sat down in the living room together, she poured you a small cup of tea and smiled.

"In the house, the boys will be right inside while we're outside." You frowned as she explained it to you. It didn't clear much up until his mother rose from her chair. Clinking a small spoon against her teacup as she looked at the women in the room.

Over time family members and people who you assumed were Hwayoung's friends had begun to join you all. Leaving presents at the door as well as hugging and congratulating Hwayoung whenever they had a chance.

"For those who don't know we were going to have a nice night out tonight." She smiled happily before staring over at you, a flash of disgust hitting her before she smiled once again.

"But as some of you may no Changbin bought his girlfriend home so we can't be seen with her," You could hear the sighing and moaning coming from those who were upset that the party had been cancelled,

"So we will be hosting the parties here, the men shall be inside the house while the women are out in the barn." You felt a little relief as people inside of the room seemed excited for that too which meant you could at least feel a little less hated tonight.

"You can all thank Y/n for that," She smiled politely but you could already tell from the look that it wasn't one of kindness, not for you at least. Hwayoung flashed a small smile in your direction as she looked over at her mother,

"We should all go and get ready, some of us will take longer than others," Eunjeong joked as she put down her small teacup and looked over at you,

"We should all remember to remove the tags from our dresses. You never know who will be looking." She patted your back as she walked past you, your whole body recoiling from the touch. It felt as if someone had dropped an ice cube down your back from the moment her skin had even come close to your own.

The party was beginning to feel good, you'd had a couple of drinks when the men began to come outside and mingle. You had hopes that Changbin would come over and speak with you but he was with his mother. She would call him over the second she saw him making his way over to you.

All night long she had been doing everything she could to leave you out. Inviting the girls for games and claiming there wasn't enough space for you. Whenever you were with someone she would take them away, going to introduce them to Changbin's grandmother. To whom you still hadn't been properly introduced yet. As the night went on you knew you should have just stayed in your room. If it hadn't been that Changbin was your only way home you would have left long before now.

"You look sick," A familiar and kind voice spoke as someone joined your side. Glancing up you smiled at Sunho who appeared to look as worried as you felt,

"I feel it." You joked as he handed you a glass of water. You had begun cleaning up around the garden tables, picking up empty glasses to take inside. Doing anything and everything to keep yourself busy and away from Changbin's mother.

"It's okay, you know. She hated me too." You frowned at him as you took a sip of the water, wondering if he had noticed just how much Changbin’s mother had seemed to dislike you. If you could even trust him to tell him what had been happening, who knows if he would just run back to her.

"Hmm?"

"Mrs Seo. She hated me too, she didn't think I could ever be good enough for Hwayoung but I changed her mind."

"How?" You were interested to know since Mrs Seo seemed to like him a little more than she liked you.

"I was around more, I made a point that I wouldn't be pushed out by the mean and nasty things she would say and do to me." You stared at him and then over at Hwayoung who was dancing around with her friends to loud music. Sunho began to walk with you back to the house, carrying some empty glasses with you.

"Did Hwayoung know what her mother did?" You quizzed, putting the glasses into the dishwasher not noticing that Changbin's grandmother had been following behind the two of you.

"She did. But she didn't say anything, they would never go against their mother." The "they" in that sentence didn't fill you with hope as you remember Changbin the night before at the dinner table. He just sat there while your mother quizzed you on what you did, how much you earnt and had made no attempt to come and help you clean up.

"You just have to prove to them all that you're strong and deserve to be there." You smiled weakly as he began to leave while you stayed behind.

Leaning against the countertop as you finished the water you had been given, asking for some painkillers from one of the waitresses that had been serving drinks that night.

"Here," You turned to see Changbin's grandmother holding up a small box and you bowed, thanking her again and again as you took some from the small packet.

"He's wrong you know," She mumbled walking with you back out of the house, you offered her your arm to use as you stepped down but she declined.

"Wrong?" You wondered what she was talking about until she stopped just before the barn, looking at you.

"Sungho. She still hates him." You swallowed the lump that was in your throat, you hadn't expected anyone to hear what you had been speaking about, let alone Changbin's family.

"She does?" She nodded and glanced back over at Eunjeong who was mumbling something to Changbin as they stared over at you. Eyes darting between you and Sungho as Changbin looked pissed.

More pissed off than the time he'd caught you sneaking out of the dorms one morning. It wasn't that he was angry at you but upset that you felt the need to sneak out.

"She does. She will always hate you too." His grandmother casually walked away as Changbin and his mother began storming over to you. His mother's hand was on his shoulder as you braced yourself for whatever was about to be said in front of him.

"Changbin, I think you should go inside and cool off." His mother explained as she stared at him,

"No. I want to hear it from Y/n."

"Hear what?" The genuine confusion in your voice was enough to confirm to Changbin that his mother was lying about what she had told him. Claiming that she had seen you and Sungho together in the kitchen, making out with one another. He wasn't a fool, he knew what his mother liked to do and he wasn't going to allow it to happen anymore. It had gone too far.

"That you're cheating on Changbin," You scoffed a little before apologizing to his mother.

"Sorry, Mrs Seo I could never-"

"I have seen it myself and so has his grandmother, have we any reason to lie!?" She yelled louder to get attention from those who could possibly hear her. Hwayoung said nothing as she took Sungho into the barn to get another drink, ignoring her mother's outrageous comments.

"You have done nothing but use my son from the start! I don't for one second believe you could ever afford a dress such as that one." You said nothing as she continued to rant at you, Changbin staring down at the ground while his mother belittled you in front of everyone that was willing to listen.

"You come here to use my son for his money! Only to cheat on him, what? Were you hoping that once Sunho was married they could divorce and you would get your share?"

"Mrs Seo, I would never do something-"

"Do not interrupt me while I am speaking you, worthless little child!" You could have sworn you stopped breathing at that moment, the way she spoke to you as if you were nothing but something she had stepped in.

"Since the moment you arrived, you have been disrespectful of me and my family! I asked you not to sleep with my son while you were under my roof and you had," You hadn't but you could barely say anything as people began to crowd around to listen in on what was being said. Areum's eyes lingered on you as you glanced at someone for help.

"You do not get to come here and disrespect me, my rules and my family. You're nothing but a no-good cheap whore. The sooner Changin realises this the better," That was it. Gasps seemed to sound from everyone as you looked over at Changbin for some help but you realise he was never going to give it to you.

Taking in a deep breath you tried to remind yourself that she was just trying to get a rise out of you. That she was doing all of this on purpose, to make you look bad. To make Changbin see that you weren't right for him and whether you were or not that wasn't for her to decide.

"You haven't liked me since the moment I arrived here, the second you saw me you labelled me not good enough." You cleared your throat as you stared back at her, Changbin's grandmother watching closely.

"It could have been the fact that I had tags in my clothes and you saw that I wasn't rich but you have done nothing but try and ruin my spirit."

"You're wrong, I have done nothing-"

"You ordered someone to spill wine on me and kids to throw food at me which could have killed me."

"Don't be dramatic." She grumbled shaking her head at you,

"You knew of my allergies, I had to fill in a form for the wedding." You took a shaky breath as you got sidetracked from what was happening.

"I was not cheating on your son, I have not slept with him under your roof and I have done everything I can to be a kind and considerate guest..." She shook her head at you tutting as she drew more and more attention to the spectacle you were both creating,

"You lie so much, do you believe the things you say?"

"Changbin did not pay for these outfits, as you saw I left the tags in them so I could return them. Which you had someone cut out." You could feel your confidence beginning to grow as you took a stand for yourself,

"Sungho was giving me advice, reminding me that I needed to stay strong in front of you because I've done what I can to make you like me." You swallowed the fear you had and shook your head,

"I know I'm not good enough for your son. I'm sorry I came here and ruined a good night." You bowed to her, turning back to the house.

"Y/n," Changin called out your name but his grandmother scolded him.

"Do not belittle yourself by chasing after a child. Areum, take him to go and get a drink." Areum didn't bother moving even if Changbin's grandmother had asked her to. She admired you for standing up for yourself and she shook her head,

"Y/n was right. Changbin the only reason I left was because of your mother." You had already disappeared inside and that was all Changbin needed as he raced after you.

"Babe." You ignored him as you packed everything of yours into the bags, trying your best to leave as fast as you could. Even if it meant hitchhiking back to Seoul, you needed to get out of that house as fast as you could.

"Baby please," Changbin begged as he stopped your hands from moving, tears rolled down your face as you finally faced the man who had done nothing.

"Do you know how awful this has been?! How much I've had to listen to her belittle me?!" You yelled out at him, finally losing it with him and his mother.

"She ordered wine to be poured down on me, she ripped the tags out of dresses I was planning to send back! S-She had kids throw food at me which she knows I was allergic to!" His eyes stayed on you as you rant, everything he had been watching happens for the last couple of days finally getting to you.

"The way she would make sly comments about my weight, appearance, do everything she could to make me feel like shit and you let her!"

"Then why did you stay?!" He yelled back at you as if it was your fault all of this had been happening to you.

"If it was so bad why did you stay?!"

"Because I love you!" You finally screamed. It wasn't the way you wanted to tell him, you didn't want this to all come out in some big fight over his mother but Changbin stared at you. His facial expression softened as he looked at you and then out of the bedroom door, kicking it shut.

"Pack, pack up everything and we'll leave." He whispered as if he was scared someone was going to hear him and he was. The boy was terrified that his mum would hear what he was going to do and stop him, stop you.

"Changbin?"

"I love you too and I'm not going to let this happen. I won't let her bully us into breaking up." He held your face in both of his hands, forcing you to look at him through blurred vision.

"I'll go and grab my car keys and we'll leave. I promise." You nodded at him, filling with the hope that for the first time you would finally go home. Changbin would finally acknowledge everything that had been happening to you and get you out of there.

“Changbin, they’re you’re family,” You reminded him as he kisses your lips softly and sweetly, keeping you close to him.

“I will walk away from them, if this is what they do to the person I love I want no part in it.” You blinked at him, not believing him until he smiled at you, rubbing his thumb along your cheek and kissing you again.

“I’ll walk away for good. I just want you.” You couldn’t say a word as he turned to leave the room.

As Changbin left the room his mother hide inside one of the rooms, phone pressed against her ear as her heart rapidly beat against her chest.

"The plan is to be moved up to tonight. Within the next five minutes," She ordered down the phone, venom seeping off every syllable that she spoke.

"I don't care how you do it! Just. Do. It." Hanging up the phone she walked down the stairs, finding her son's keys before he had a chance to.

"Changbin? I'm in the bathroom, I'm just grabbing-" You stopped as something was placed over your mouth. Your scream came out muffled as you tried to fight back against whatever it was against your mouth, fighting whoever it was holding you.

"It'll be harder if you fight." A male voice spoke as you kicked back against them, eyes looking into the mirror to find your attacking but your vision was blurred. Head beginning to feel as though it was going fuzzy, nothing felt as though it was real...As if it was all really far away from your grasp. As you tried to speak words slurred from your lips, your legs buckling beneath your own weight as you lost control of your own body.

"Look at that," A male chuckled as you fell limp in his friends arms,

"Out like a light." The man carrying you laughed, picking you up bridal style as his friends began to grab your clothes and bag in a rush. Leaving nothing but your phone that was under the bed behind, following the orders of their boss.

Changbin had been calling you and calling you trying to get some kind of answer but there was nothing. Your phone would ring and then end up on voicemail.

"Noona? Have you seen Y/n yet?" He questioned as his sister walked past his door. All night long he figured you'd gone somewhere to cool down or something. There was no sign of you anywhere though and he'd checked every room in the house.

"Areum?" He questioned as she looked at him, shaking her head with a sad expression on her face. They'd been searching together and she figured you had gone home but no one had heard from you. Changbin had called and texted everyone but they said they'd heard nothing. It wasn't as if you could call a cab and leave either.

"Stop worrying! I'm sure she will show up!" His mother chirped up with a giant grin on her face, she had been overly happy all morning which only made Changbin's suspicions grow.

"Go and get dressed, you'll be walking with Areum today!" She pushed him out of his room, stopping herself in the doorway and smiling as she watched her son walking away from her. The second he was gone she turned and reached under the bed for the phone,

"Idiots." She mumbled stomping her heel down onto the screen and putting it into her clutch bag. The wedding was in less than two hours and everything had to go perfectly.

The men that were holding you were paid to keep you until the wedding was over, at least if you weren't in the photos you wouldn't bring complete shame down on Changbin's family. Eunjeong had admired you for trying to take a stand but that didn't mean you were good enough for her son. Changbin deserved someone better than you, someone, who came from the same social standpoint.

Everything burnt, your eyes, wrists just everything. The more you moved your head the worst the pain seemed to get, emanating over your entire body as you finally felt strong enough to open your eyes.

You had no idea how long it had been since you saw Changbin, you couldn't even remember anything that had happened before this. All you knew was that you ached and hurt from every part of your body, parts you didn't even know could hurt.

"Are you imbeciles?! Am I paying you for nothing!?" That voice. You knew that voice.

Your head was slumped down so you could only stare down at the floor, it was hard to move when your whole body felt as though it weighed more than a building.

"We did what we were paid to do." A rough voice answered as you tried to roll your head up, only managing to slump backwards in a chair.

"You're idiots. Keep her here until the wedding is over. Then do what you please with her,"

"What does that mean?" The conversation felt as though it was happening far away from you but as you opened your eyes you could see people.

Or what you thought were people.

Just blurred blobs of shapes and colours standing a few meters in front of you, yelling back and forth at one another.

"I don't know, throw her out of a moving car, keep her, do whatever you want."

"We could hold a ransom." One of the shapes got slapped and grunted loudly as you watched. Mouth ran dry as you attempted to call out for help only nothing left your throat.

"The only person that would ever want her back is my son and if you do that, I will make sure you never see the light of day again." Things were finally beginning to click into place as your vision returned. Eunjeong was standing in front of two men all dressed in black, two bags of cash beside them.

You remembered they'd been counting it the night before while you were in and out of consciousness.

"Help," You croaked out hearing voices above you. There was a basement vent allowing a small speckle of sunlight to pour into the room, you could see people walking by.

"Help." Your voice was barely coming out as anything more than a whisper as you began to cry. Tears rolled down your face as you hoped someone would hear you or even see that something wasn't right. Changbin had to have been looking for you.

"Changbin," You stuttered out hearing his voice, or maybe you were imagining it but you were filled with hope. Heels were sounded as Eunjeong stepped toward you smirking as she caught a good look at you.

Covered in fresh and dried blood, cuts, bruises and it looked as if the men had been doing what she paid them for. Not that she wanted them to get you this badly, she'd hoped they would just teach you a lesson. To remind you that this is what would happen if you tried to go back to Changbin.

"Changbin." You got louder when suddenly a cold hand locked on your chin, spinning your head around to look at them.

Face to face with the devil herself you stared into her eyes. There was no way Changbin would ever hear you from down here and she was going to do everything in her power to keep him too busy to look.

"You will not ruin this day. It's bad enough he almost left us last night. I will not let you destroy this family." She was red in the face as she stared down at you, her grip tightening so much you were forced to let out a whimper as her nails cut your skin.

"I didn't destroy it, you did." You spat back at her grunting as she threw you away from her, the chair tilting backwards until you hit the ground. A splitting pain shot through your head as you looked up at her, still tied to the parts of the chair that remained in place.

"I changed my mind," She got up from kneeling over your body and walked towards the men that were holding you.

"Keep her. She's yours. You can't leave until the wedding is over. It'll be too obvious." Your breathing was beginning to get shallow as you looked over at them, your mind racing with what they would do to you.

They'd already done enough the night before after hitting you so much you could barely breathe. You'd been in and out of it so much that whenever you woke up they would take it in turns to hit you.

"Don't you care that you're hurting someone?" You choked out as you sat up on the floor, your hands still bound behind your back with rope.

"Do I look like I do?" She sneered at you, glancing up at the window as Changbin walked by again. Speaking to his father convinced that he had heard your voice before then.

"I swear Appa," He sounded completely broken that he couldn't find you.

"What will you tell him? That you beat me up and sent me back to JYP? I know him, I work with him. You think I won't tell him?" You whimpered a little as she rushed back over to you, maybe it had been a bad idea to say something at all.

"You're completely right...How stupid of me," Her hand brushed over your cheek which you always associated with being a warm and comforting touch but this was sinister. A giant smile grew on her face as she stared down into your eyes, speaking to the men behind her with no emotion in her voice.

"Kill her." She grumbled throwing you down onto the ground as you scrambled back up, panicked as you looked at the men.

"But first, let her see Changbin at the wedding. Then she's yours to kill." She could get away with it, she had the money, she had the power. She could do whatever she wanted and no one would ever question it.

"I'll tell Changbin I paid you to leave him, that you happily took the money,"

"He knows I would never do that," You hissed at her as she smirked at you, finally feeling as though she had finally won all of this.

"But he will. I have money out of our account and into yours, it won't be hard to fake a runaway." The door slammed and you stared at it, wondering how much time you had left. Mind rushing over every kind of possible way to get out of this.

"I'll pay you....I-I'll pay you everything she'll put in my account." You begged as the men began to walk towards you, eyes staring down at you as they chuckled darkly.

"Where's the fun in that? This way we get to have fun. The other way not so much."

"Changbin!" You begged, throwing your hand against the large window, blood smearing all over it as you prayed for someone to turn around. Footsteps were coming and you knew it was the goons that had been holding you downstairs. The wedding was over and everyone was outside partying as you tried to get away from the men trying to kill you.

You'd done your best to play dead or at least appear to be passed out when they'd come back to you with more weapons. Holding your breathe and laying perfectly still until they let their guard down and turned away from you. You'd darted for the door, pushing a barrel in front of it as you stumbled your way around the house, getting lost at every point.

"You little fucking bitch!" You turned to see them standing there, covered in blood as you whined. Stumbling away from the window and toward a staircase, you had to get out and you had no idea where you were.

"L-Leave me alone!" You moaned out running up the stairs, blood dripping from your sides as you clutched the open wound. The men weren’t very bright but they could pack a bunch and hit, you were woozy from the moment you’d scrambled out of the door.

You’d done everything you would to humanize yourself in front of your abductors, trying to reason with them that you weren’t worth killing but nothing had worked.

You had no idea where and how many times they'd stabbed you, you'd lost count but they seemed to have been enjoying it. Smiling and laughing every time as they took it in turns to inflict pain on you, someone they didn't know.

"Shit," You hissed pushing yourself to hide under the breakfast bar in the kitchen. The barn was right outside that door, all you had to do was make it outside, someone would see you. Someone had to help you. Maybe you would find Sungho and he could get you to Changbin, there was no way it was going to end like this.

"She wouldn't go this way, it's too easy." You held your breath as you stayed completely still under the bar.

"You go back to the basement, I'll go look in the bedrooms." Their footsteps faded and you slumped down against the floor, starting to feel a little lightheaded as you stayed still for a moment. The adrenaline finally faded away leaving you to feel every wound you had.

"Changbin." You breathed out as you stumbled out of the door, people frowning as they turned to see you covered in blood.

"Oh my goodness!" Someone screamed out drawing attention over to you as you leant along the white table cloth to find Changbin. If he was with you everything would be okay, he would find you help. He would help you.

"Changbin." You coughed blood dripping from your lips as you finally walked into the barn,

"Y/n?!" Hwayoung asked as you collapsed against her arms, blood covering her white dress as you looked at her eyes already beginning to unfocus as you stared at her,

"Need Changbin," Eyes were all on you as Changbin rushed towards you, Sungho was already on the phone to an ambulance as he saw the state of you.

"Someone get me something to put pressure on her wounds!" Changbin ordered as his sister put you in his arms, anyone with eyes would see that applying pressure wasn't going to help you in any way.

"Changbin," You smiled weakly as you looked up at him, eyes burning as they filled with tears.

"I missed you," You whispered to him as he sat on the floor with you, rocking you back and forth a little.

"Why didn't you come back?" You begged, tears running down your cheeks as you whimpered at him. The pain finally caught up to you as you sobbed on the floor, body completely limp.

"You were supposed to come back to the room," Your voice broke as Changbin cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head at you.

"I-I was coming baby I promise, I looked for you all night," He reminded you as your breathing started to get faster,

"N-No baby, save your breath. Save it, it's okay, you're okay." He repeated as if he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you as you whimpered a little.

"You're gonna be fine okay, they'll be here soon."

"H-Hold me Changbin," You begged him, shivering as he continued to rock you a little.

"I love you," He whispered to you, squeezing you close to his chest, a whine leaving you as he pulled you a little too tight.

"I'm in love with you, we're going to get away from my family...W-We'll go home, we'll find a place together," You sniffled nodding your head at him,

"We're going to have kids, lots of kids, we'll make them happy." He told you as you shivered, looking at him as your whole body seemed to relax against him.

"They weren't supposed to do this! T-They weren't supposed to kill her!" Eunjeong screamed as police sirens could be heard, Changbin stared at you. He knew his mother was lying and he was going to make sure that she would pay for it.

"She ordered them...S-She ordered them too." You choked out as he shook his head, that's not what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to talk about things to make you fight for him, things that would make you stay strong. Things that you could fight for.

"Lots of babies," He told you as he nodded his head over and over again. You could feel yourself losing the sensation in your body, everything felt as though you were freezing.

"I love you," You whispered to him, swallowing a lump in your throat as you did your best to smile through everything.

"I love you too, you’ve got to stay alive...We'll get married! We'll get married," You smiled,

"If...If this is...If this is you p-proposing...y-you sure know how to pick your times," You breathed out as he chuckled softly nodding his head,

"I know, I know but we're going to have a good life...Say yes, say yes." He begged with a giant smile on his face, running his hands over your cheeks as you slowly lifted yours up to his cheek. Running your thumb over his cheekbone and nodding weakly.

"Yes, I'll marry you." Your voice was hoarse as you nodded weakly at him, sirens were closer and you saw people moving out of the way so that police and paramedics could come through.

"Look at that, they're here. You're going to be safe, you're going to be so safe," He promised as you looked at him, breathing stuttering as you looked into his eyes.

"We're meant to be so you can't die... we're going to have kids and a family house." Changbin smiled as you smiled back at him. Your breathing slowly stopped until your smile stopped, eyes defocusing on him as he looked at you.

"y-y/n," He whispered closing your eyes as he pulled into him, whispering over and over again that he loved you. Sobbing as he soothed your hair,

"I love you, I love you...I love you," He broke down. Screaming whenever someone tried to take you from him, throwing them away if they even tried to touch you.

It had been too long since Changbin stood at your grave, laying flowers down as he did so.

"She got life," He whispered as he brushed the dirt off the tombstone and sniffled a little. When you were first put here he refused to come and visit too much pain but he slowly began to. The boys convince him that you would have wanted him to go and see you sometimes.

"I'm so sorry," He broke as he looked up at the sky, sniffling as he did his best not to cry too hard as he sat there.

"I never should...I never should have taken you there," He wiped his face, finally giving in as the tears washed over him. There was no use stopping himself from crying when he had every reason to.

"I should have just taken you with me to get my keys...I-I should never have left you." He blamed himself. He knew that there was nothing he could do now to change things but that didn't mean he didn't blame himself for everything that had happened. For not saying something when he should have, for not speaking up against what his mother had done.

"I should have just taken you out of the room and with me to look for my keys...I should have ordered a cab...I should-" He stopped as a hand rubbed his shoulder softly, glancing up he saw Sana and she smiled weakly at him.

"Shoulds won't change anything Binnie," She whispered rubbing his back as he sobbed softly into his hands. She and the boys had been doing everything in their power to help him get through this, supporting him in every decision he made. Including the one to demolish the family home and get rid of everything that reminded him of his mother.

"We should go back before it rains." She whispered to him before kissing her hand and placing it on top of your gravestone, promising that she would care for him as best she could.

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Could you please do hc's for Perospero, Cracker, n Katakuri's where Luffy takes their wife because he thought she was there against her will n shit but like. Wife happy with them, no forcing necisary. Wife does get back home safe but u know, they need a heart attack once in a while

Perospero, Cracker, Katakuri reaction to Luffy taking his wife

Perospero x Reader, Cracker x Reader, Katakuri x Reader

Description: Luffy takes the character’s wife because he thought she was being held against her will

Warnings: None

A/N: we’re assuming they actually love you and it’s not just a loveless arranged marriage

The word I would use is “flabbergasted”. Perospero is very smart, but as smart as he is he never expected you to be taken, especially by Luffy

He had sent multiple guards to watch you, and clearly they failed. So Perospero kills them because they let Luffy take you, he’s pissed off

He does try to devise a plan, he talk it over with his sibling and Big Mom, but contrary to his usual calmness, he speaks and acts with urgency this time

He constantly irritated and snaps at people, or just extremely passive aggressive

He’s actually not looking for a way to kill the straw hats or get revenge, he’s only focused on finding them to get you back safely

He has trouble sleeping, barely gets 10 minutes- he was so used to holding you while he slept

It’s very hard to focus on anything else, but he’s not really letting anyone focus on anything else until he figures out how to get you. Now you’re lucky it’s Perospero you’re with because being the first born son gets him special treatment from Mama. If it were one of the younger children, they wouldn’t have gotten much help in getting their wife back. But Big Mom and Perospero’s siblings

When you do come back, either because Perospero took a ship and crew to get you himself/with a sibling or two, or because the Strawhats realized that you weren’t being forced to stay with the Big Mom pirates- Brook, Robin, and Chopper were probably the ones to realize you truly love Perospero

He would hug you immediately then check for any injuries and ask if you’re okay. He basically locks the two of you in his room for affectionate time, ranging from sex to cuddling and kisses

Needless to say he’s a lot more protective, especially during battles- he’ll have you hide or make sure you practically have a whole army protecting you (or one/a few of his younger siblings)

Furious, why the hell weren’t you being protected?! Everyone can feel the anger radiating off him, the atmosphere is extremely tense. His siblings all know to stay away from him because he’s snapping at everyone, or giving them a glare that could quite literally kill them

He spends a bit thinking, then goes to do something himself. He tries to think rationally and keep his calm exterior, but his actions are a bit rash, especially for him

He can’t really compose/organize his thoughts and he becomes a bit clumsy. Overall it just throws him off because he didn’t expect this to happen

Once again, it’s fortunate it’s Katakuri, being the second son means he’ll get help from his family- although he probably won’t take it. He’ll want to get you back by himself and he’ll be more than ready to take a ship alone and get you back

He’ll be off to get you the second day that you don’t return. You have to hold him back and assure him the Strawhats didn’t hurt you unless you want a replay of his fight with Luffy. Just tell him you’re okay and to leave them alone and you want to go home, and Katakuri will have you in the boat and heading back without a second thought

He holds you the entire trip back, and carries you to the doctor once you’re back- no matter how many times you assured him you’re okay. He’ll be similar to Perospero once you’re back, hiding in his room with you. Cuddling and kisses mostly, he has you join him for his merienda that day. That night he stays up later just watching you and appreciating the moment and feeling of having you back in his arms (even if you were only away for 2 days)

Also very protective, he’s usually protective but now he refuses to let you be near a battle unless you have one of his siblings keeping an eye on you, he won’t trust you with any guards because they failed the first time

He’s the one who reacts the worst- angry, sad, scared, insulted, offended, embarrassed. He’s embarrassed that he let you be captured, insulted/offended because he thinks the Strahats think he’s so weak they thought they could take you. He’s sad because he can’t find you now, and scared because he’s worried you’ll get hurt or worse, or that he won’t be able to get you back. Deep down Cracker is a very emotional person and no one can change my mind

He yells a lot and demands help from his siblings and Big Mom, but unfortunately he’s the 10th son so he won’t be as big of a priority as it was with Perospero, but he is a favorite child so that counts for something. Pudding is most likely to be the one who worries the most, seeing as she wants love too- she’s actually the one who wants to help her brothers the most in this scenario

He would’ve gone to get you, but you returned before because you had finally gotten the Strawhats to understand that you were choosing to stay with the Big Mom pirates. He went out and was more than ready to fight Luffy again, but he just had to see you then he was running to make sure you’re okay- you’re his first priority even before revenge

He picks you up and twirls you around while hugging you, he frantically checks you for any injuries- then you have to hold his hand and push him inside before he fights someone

He does get some harsh trash talk in though

Yes he shows you he missed you with sex, but aftercare is lots of cuddles where he promises to never let someone take you again and to do better, to be better for you

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dreamersdreamloud · 3 years

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Coming Home To You (Part 2)

AN: Kara is not Supergirl. She’s human and a reporter :)

Many of you have requested a part two so here you go! This is part of a book that I’m working on so enjoy this sneak peek

“This was a mistake.” Lena paces around inside her penthouse.

Kara stands awkwardly in the middle of Lena’s living room. She watches her lover in distress, her mind running into a million thoughts. What would Alex say when she finds out? What would Eliza think of her when she finds out?

She betrayed her oldest sister. It looks bad but most importantly she feels terrible. Kara let her temptations get the best of her. She shouldn’t have gotten so close to Lena when (Y/N) was away. She shouldn’t have comforted her most of the time when they heard the news that (Y/N) went missing during a mission.

They shouldn’t have assumed that the person they care and love for was dead without any hard evidence.

“Did you know?! Did you know that she was alive this whole time?!” Lena yells at the blonde Danvers.

Kara was taken by surprise that Lena is yelling at her. She never yells at her. She never experienced her anger toward her.

“What? No! Of course not!” Kara quickly replies.

“How could you not know?! You literally write about international news, war stories, political topics, Kara!”

“I’m just a reporter, Lena! I’m not a damn government spy! When I heard about my sister going missing. . . I tried to find leads, Lena! I TRIED! Nothing came out. No trace. No witnesses. No clues of what happened to my sister and her team!”

Lena shakes her head in silence. Her tears were starting to form again. The young CEO thinks about the decisions she has made that have come to this very moment. She shouldn’t have accepted the youngest Danvers’ help and comfort when (Y/N) wasn’t around. She was a fool for falling for Kara’s touch and caring words.

She tragically replaced (Y/N)’s kisses with Kara’s.

“I need to find her. . . I need to find (Y/N).” Lena frantically says. “I just need to explain to her that this was a mistake. None of this was serious.”

Kara looks into the floor and shakes her head in disapproval.

“Lena . . .”

“I’m sure she’ll understand. She has always been reasonable, right? God where could she be. A local bar! I just need to look up the local bars. She can’t be far. I-”

“LENA!” Kara interrupted.

The raven haired stops rambling and looks at Kara with frustration.

“WHAT KARA?! I need to find your sister! I need to fix my relationship with her!”

“What about us?” Kara questions her actions, her reasoning.

Lena huffs out a laugh, “Us? There’s no us, Kara! This was a mistake. I MADE A MISTAKE. I love your sister, Kara. You know that!”

It pains Kara to hear those words coming out of Lena’s mouth. Kara fell in love with Lena. In all truth, she fell in love with her while you were dating Lena. She kept it to herself. The youngest Danvers didn’t want to ruin the relationship you have with Lena. She thought that you being “dead” was an opportunity for her to have a chance being with the young CEO.

Lena sobs, her knees falling to the ground. The stress and frustrations are getting to her. Kara didn’t hesitate to be by her side, comforting her the best she could without making the situation worse. Lena cries against Kara’s shoulder.

“It’s not ideal to go out and find my sister, Lena. We should probably wait until tomorrow. Let her cool off. I’ll find her first thing in the morning and make this right.”

“Okay.” Lena mumbles.

****

It’s been three whole days that you haven’t stepped out of your hotel room. You have cried endlessly. Scream multiple times. You even broke a couple of items in the room. You drank until you blackout and woke up repeating the same thing you did yesterday.

You have decided that you need to put your hurt feelings aside. You need to reunite with your family and friends. You mentally think about how you’re going to pretend that you didn’t see Kara and Lena a few days ago. You will keep your distance. You will maintain your cover.

Your captain has already arranged your new deployment. You will be leaving at the end of the month and have a new assignment to take over. Your plan is to just get away from here.

You've been in the bathroom for a while. Looking at yourself in the mirror. It’s obvious that it looks like you have gotten no sleep. You can just pass it off and just say that your military position doesn't give you enough sleep

You fix the imperfections of your new set of uniform before heading out. You take a deep breath and hope that no one catches you acting differently.

***

Location: Lena’s Office

“I can’t find her, Lena.” Kara desperately says.

Lena looks out to the window, standing straight as possible. She was keeping her distance from the youngest Danvers. She can’t trust herself being near the reporter.

“HOPE can’t find her too. The face recognition hasn’t picked up her face anywhere. . .”

Kara’s phone rings out loud. The reporter sighs because it’s her sister, Alex. She hasn’t talked to her since you confronted your youngest sister. Kara hopes that Alex hasn’t found out, she can’t bear to handle Alex’s lecture and disappointment.

Kara answers the call and puts it on speaker for Lena to hear as well.

Kara: “Hello?”

Alex: “Kara! Where are you?!” She said cheerfully.

Kara: “I’m following a lead for my article. Why what’s up?”

Alex: “(Y/N) is back! She’s alive, Kara! She’s alive!”

Kara fumbles her words, not knowing how to react or say. She didn’t want to ruin her sister’s excitement.

Alex: “Get over here at the DEO. J’onn have already picked up Eliza. They’re on their way back here. Bring Lena!”

The call ended without Kara saying another word. Alex was too happy and excited to see you again. She’s happy that she gets to see you “first.”

***

*A few hours earlier*

You didn’t head straight to the DEO to surprise your sister, Alex. You made a quick stop despite the situation you were in. The Uber car pulls up to the two story house that you were looking for. There’s physical changes to the house last time you came here. The grass was looking more green and the roses were more full. By looking at the driveway, the two people you wanted to see are still home.

You rang the doorbell once and you can tell that someone is on their way to answer the door. You mentally ready yourself before they open the door.

A woman gasped as they answered the door and saw you standing firmly in the middle.

“(Y/N)?” Eve can’t believe her eyes.

“Eve, who’s at the door?” Lex calls out in the background.

Eve was speechless that she couldn’t answer her husband. Lex was a tad worried that Eve wasn’t answering him right away. The man makes her way to the door and gives the same shocking reaction as his wife.

“(Y/N)! You bastard! You’re alive!” He shouts with joy.

You smiled at both of them. You step in to give Eve a hug and then give Lex the same affection. Immediately, Lex can tell that there’s something wrong. He just knows. The man has always been like a brother to you and he feels the same way too.

The married couple lead you to the living room to have a more comfortable environment to catch up. They didn’t have to worry about being late to their work since they’re technically the bosses of their own department at L-Corp. Eve comes in with some tea and mini sandwiches for everyone. The three made small talk, giving them the truth about what really happened in the months you were missing.

Lex and Eve felt sorry for you how much pain and recovery you have to go through alone after that accident happened. You assure them that it wasn’t a big deal and that you’re very happy to live another day.

After the good catch up, Lex thought it was time to find out what was bothering you.

“(Y/N). . Why exactly are you here? Aren’t you supposed to see your sisters first? Or perhaps Lena?”

You looked to the side, took a deep breath and sighed loudly. Your mind goes back to Lena.

“Did you know?” You vaguely ask your ex-girlfriend’s brother.

“Know what?” Lex replies, Eve looks equally confused. This confirms that no one knows, especially your mother and Alex.

“About Kara and Lena. . .” Lex thinks for a moment before he replies.

“All I know is that they’re close. When you were away, Kara had been keeping Lena company.”

You nodded. He’s telling the truth. Small anger was inside you but you’re mad at Lex. You start to get mad at yourself for not being around much.

“I caught them. . . I found your sister with my sister. It was clear that the love bites and the flushed redden cheeks on Lena were from Kara. . .”

Lex suddenly feels stupid for not seeing this. He thinks about how he didn’t see the little hints that his sister was having a lover, becoming a cheater. Eve looks at you with sad eyes, she gets up and wraps you in a hug.

“(Y/N) I don’t know what to say . . . I just - I really didn’t know. If only I have seen it sooner I would have prevented Lena from making those-”

“Lex no.” You interrupted him. “Your sister is her own person. She can decide what she wants to do. You couldn’t have prevented her feelings for someone else. I’m not mad at you Lex. You’re always like a brother to me. You have helped me so much and I will continue to do the same. Despite the situation. This is between Lena and I.”

Lex sucks in his lips and nods, “Did the two of you officially break up or talk about it?”

“No. I left right when I found out. My heart is really fragile at the moment but I promise you like I promised to Lillian years ago that I will not harm Lena in any way. I have never physically abused her and I will not let this dictate my actions.”

“You’re a good person, (Y/N). I’m sorry that it had to come out like this. I was desperately waiting for the two of you to get married someday. Getting the chance to call you my sister-in-law.”

You sadly laugh. You almost forgot about the ring that was attached to your military dog tags. You reveal your necklace to Lex and Eve. Eve was the first to react fast.

“(Y/N)! That ring looks so beautiful!” Eve focused on the diamond on the ring. It wasn’t too small nor too big. It was the perfect size.

“Damnit Lena.” Lex says under his breath while his wife talks to (Y/N) about the ring. “You better realize that you threw out the best Danvers sister. This one was going to marry you.”

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena x reader #kara x lena #fanfic

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Thank you for the request, love!🎄❤️ Hope you don’t mind, I did some changes but it still follows the concept of your request! I hope you like it and happy reading!!❤️ @palna

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The One I’ve Been Missing

This was kinda inspired by Little Mix’s song, “One I’ve Been Missing”, give it a listen :)

Warnings: some angst? Kinda sad for a Christmas fix..but has a some what happy ending. This came out longer than expected..enjoy, I tired:)

(Gif from Pinterest)

The living room was full of smiles and laughter as your family began to create plans for Christmas Day. It was Christmas Eve, and knowing your family, everything was to come together last minute. Though your family didn’t live too far, they had been staying at your place since the weather at your hometown had been absolutely horrible. There had been snow storms that closed down schools, took out power lines, and covered the ground in a thick white blanket of snow.

Your cousins have been arguing about who was going to make the Mac and Cheese this year when your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. You took your phone out and saw that it was Paddy. Paddy was Tom’s younger brother. Even though you and Tom had broken up, your relationship with his family was still strong. You and his brothers had gotten along so well, that they loved you like you were their sister. His parents, Nikki and Dom, have been very supportive of you during the breakup. They were disappointed in Tom for what he did and even apologized for their son’s actions. Though your relationship with their son was undecided at the moment, they always made an effort to call you on holidays or to just say hello once in a while.

You quietly excused yourself and entered the kitchen. Answering the call, you lean on the marble counters of your kitchen. The call goes through and Paddy’s adorable face pops up on your screen. His smile grows into his rosy cheeks when he finally sees you.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas!” He happily screams through the phone. You hear Nikki scold him in the background.

“(Y/n), darling! Merry Christmas!” She smiles while waving at the camera.

“Thank you! You guys look like you’re having a blast over there!” You hear a ton of commotion in the background, which was most likely Tom and his siblings showing off their presents to each other or having some pointless argument.

“We are! Sam’s cooked our lunch and he’s planning on making dinner later today! We’ve already opened presents and everyone’s happy! How are you, love? Are you with your family?” She questioned you as she sat on the couch. You saw Dom beside her, who made a funny face and waved at you. You chuckled waving back.

“I’m doing really good, my family has been staying with me for the last few days, so we’ve been together for about a week now? But everything’s going great! It’s Christmas Eve here and now we’re just waiting till midnight to start passing out presents!” You answer.

“Oh that’s good! I’m glad you got to spend time with your family because I’ve heard the weather there has been harsh! Thankfully Harry made it out before that big storm, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be home for the holidays!” Harry had been in your hometown because Tom was filming a new movie there. The set was only an hour away from where you lived, but you never went to visit. Although, you and Harry would meet up sometimes to have lunch together in the city, Harrison would tag along once in a while as well.

“Harry made it home! That’s good news, I was worrying that they wouldn’t make it back on time for Christmas!” You hear someone talk in the background.

“Is that (y/n)?” A deep voice asks. You recognize it to be Harry’s. Nikki nods and motions at him to say hello. Sam and Harry’s heads pop onto the screen with silly grins.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas! You look beautiful!” Sam compliments you with a charming smile.

“Aw thank you Sam! You look handsome!” A light blush forms on the boy’s cheeks. Harry takes the phone and asks, “How’s the weather there? Has the storm died down?”

You glanced out the window and saw nothing but white. The storm had stopped yesterday, but there were some random snowfall here and there.

“Well it’s stopped for now, my backyard is literally nothing but white.” You chuckle as you turn your camera to show your spacious backyard.

“Oh! Isn’t that wonderful, we haven’t gotten much snow here this year.” You hear Dom comment. You turn the camera back to yourself and ask Harry, “How was the flight, Haz? Hope it wasn’t too bumpy.”

Harry hummed, “The plane departed when the storm died down so it was a decent flight. There was some turbulence when we got up in the air but it went by smoothly after.”

“At least you got home safe, that’s all that matters.”

“I’m quite surprised I handled the turbulence well on my own. I was getting anxious when the plane started to shake, but towards the end of the flight it was all good.” Your brows furrowed. It was a known fact that Harry wasn’t that good with turbulence (I made that fact up, he’s probably ok w/ turbulence idk). Since he usually traveled with Tom, he had to board many flights. Tom would be the one to calm his brother down when his anxiousness got the best of him. Which made you concerned because you knew Tom wouldn’t let his younger brother board a plane on his own while a snow storm was happening outside.

“Wait Harry, you were by yourself?” You began to question him. Harry was a grown adult, he’s 21, but it still concerned you.

“Yeah, Tom had to stay back since he had to film more scenes.” Harry answered.

“Oh. Did he at least make it back home before the storm?” You continued. A frown was on the boys lips.

“Nope, he got stuck in (your hometown). I was supposed to still be there with him, but he literally forced me to get on a flight home before Christmas.” Harry shrugged. A pout formed on your own lips at the thought of Tom getting stranded in (your hometown). Also the fact that he was probably alone during the holidays. Sure, you and him weren’t on the best terms, but it was Christmas. No one should be alone on Christmas.

You continued to talk to the Holland family for a few more minutes until they told you they had to go. You bid them all goodbye with kisses and a wave before hanging up. When the call ended, the smile on your face fell. You should’ve been happy. You were spending time with your family and it was Christmas Eve! But some things never change. As always, Tom had crept his way into your thoughts.

The breakup between you two was rough and messy. Though you should have seen it coming. There was a lack of communication on both sides of the relationship. You weren’t being honest with your feelings with him and neither was he. Of course, you understood his job. You knew he would have to travel long distances and be in a different time zone as you, he had to be gone for months, and had to work with some of the most beautiful actresses in the business. But there was something about this certain costar that didn’t sit right with you. You trusted Tom and knew that he would never cheat. You just didn’t trust her. You really tried to like her, even had some conversations with her when you went to visit Tom on set. But the way she would touch his arm whenever she would laugh or look at him the same way you would just made your blood boil. Maybe it was the green eyed monster in you that caused all these emotions, you just couldn’t help it. The green eyed monster had taken over you.

For months while Tom worked on that movie, you had been feeling your lowest. You were insecure about yourself and began to second guess things that occurred in your relationship with Tom. Which was not healthy, but it happens, you know? You hated the way you looked and how your body was shaped. You compared yourself to her even though you knew most of the pictures on her Instagram were very much edited. The more Tom got busy, the less he texted or called. Your relationship felt like it was drifting but you still made an effort. You would text him to ask about his day or to just say a simple “good morning” or “good night”. He never got the chance to reply most of the time, but when he did it would be a short response. It wasn’t like the paragraphs of him going on and on about his day and how great it was. Sometimes he would talk about getting a stunt correctly done in one take or how he would get his lines right the first time. You didn’t think much of the short replies, you usually chalked it up to him just being busy. But then you would see him on Harry or Harrison’s story at some restaurant gathered all together. Then she would also be there, nuzzled up against his side while his arm rested behind her chair. That should’ve been you.

You didn’t want to think that he was cheating on you, but the signs were literally there. You shouldn’t have fallen for them and should have talked it out with Tom instead of focusing on the scenarios that were created in your head. You knew Tom was smarter than that. He wouldn’t cheat on you, he promised you that he wouldn’t break your heart. Then those pictures from the club came out.

They were all over Instagram and Twitter. You had multiple fans tagging you on them and saw them everywhere on your feed. It was as if the world was trying to shove it into your face. The picture was taken at a club, it was the usual group of boys accompanied by some cast members from the movies. You assumed there had been some drinks involved, but Tom looked sober as ever. There were many pictures of them. There were some of them laughing, dancing, and drinking together. You spotted his arm wrapped around her waist or his hand touching her in almost all of them. Finally, there were the pictures of them practically sucking the lips off of each other’s faces. They disgusted you. The way his hands were combed through her hair or how they stroked her cheek reminded you of how he kissed you. You remember feeling sick to your stomach. The pain and the anger blended together as the tears blinded your eyes. It was like a bad dream that you couldn’t wake up from.

You realized you had been staring at your phone for the past 10 to 15 minutes. Tears welled up in your eyes as your memory began to remind you of the scar that Tom had left on your life. You felt the presence of the emptiness in your heart that you thought had healed months ago. You still love him. No matter the bullshit you went through with him, you’ve never loved anyone like Tom. The one you’ve been missing was the only thing that could fix the hollowness in your heart.

“You should invite him.” You jump as your mother makes herself present in the room. You place a hand onto your heart to calm its rapid beating.

“Geez, don’t do that.” You run a hand through your hair as you lean on the counter again. Your arms touch the cold marble, bringing some coolness into your warm body.

“You’ve been gone for about thirty minutes, it’s past twelve. Everyone was worrying about you.” You mother settled herself beside you, instead her back was leaning against the marble.

“You still love him.” She tells you quietly. You’re quick to react and stand up straight, “No I— ow my tongue!”

You whine as your teeth bite down on your tongue, your actions acting before your words.

“I don’t.”

“Really? If you didn’t love him anymore, you wouldn’t be talking to his family still or meeting up with his brothers during the weekend” you mother tilted her head at you, her arms crossed.

You shrugged, “They’re nice people.”

“You know, you should stop avoiding the truth. Denying your feelings and lying to yourself is only going to hurt you even more. I’m your mother, I hate seeing you hurt.” You turned to your mom.

“Don’t you hate him?” You asked her, voice quiet.

Your mother had a look of thought on her face, “Of course, I do, he broke your heart. But I don’t know, there’s just something about that boy.”

She snapped her fingers, “Ah! He reminds me of your dad!”

You raise a brow at her, “Tom reminds you of dad?”

“He does. I remember when we were younger, your dad made the same mistakes. I hated his guts but we crossed paths again somewhere down the road and I gave him a second chance. Now how many years later, we’re married with beautiful children and grandchildren.”

You remain silent as you stare at your phone again. You thought about asking Harry for Tom’s address but you were hesitant.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).” Your mom says with a knowing look. You sigh rubbing the tiredness out your eyes. It had been a long day and you were low on energy.

“He could also be thinking about you right now.” She hummed, starting to make her way out the kitchen.

“How would you know?” You ask her.

“You bit your tongue.” She simply answers before turning the corner. You were alone in the kitchen staring at your phone once again. The debate in your head continuing throughout the night.

~The Next Day~

Your gloved hands gripped onto the steering wheel as you drove through the snowy roads. You were mindful to keep an eye out for any glossy patches to avoid getting into an accident. You turned on the street Harry sent you and peered out your window to look for the number of Tom’s rented house. Harry texted you that the house was a light gray color with black accents and had a 35 nailed to the door. When you spotted the house that matched Harry’s description, you pulled over and put the car in park. You hopped out the car, shivering when the brisk winter air came into contact with your face. Your boots sink into the snow as you trudge your way up to his door.

You get to his doorstep and began to stomp the snow off your boots. Taking a deep breath you brace yourself before you can ring his doorbell.

“It’s Christmas, he shouldn’t be alone on Christmas, this is why you’re doing this.” You mumble to yourself. You started to shake but you weren’t sure if it were your nerves or the cold. It was probably both.

You finger hovered over the doorbell for a moment before you forced yourself to push it. A string of “fucks” began to play over and over in your head like a mantra.

You waited for a few seconds for him to answer but heard nothing. You debated on ringing the bell again but your feet were already turning you away from the door, too scared to face Tom again. You were about to step off his doorstep when you heard footsteps behind the door. The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal Tom, looking disheveled as ever.

His eyes widen when he realizes it was you who rang his bell. His mouth is agape as he tries to form words. The only thing he could muster out is, “(y/n).”

“Hey.” You breath out, taking him in after avoiding him for months straight. You slowly approach him, settling to stand a few feet away from him. His hair had grown out a bit longer and there was a shadow of some facial hair on his face. You noticed that his eyes were a bit dark, almost blank. It was as if the light in his eyes had disappeared.

“What—What are you doing here?” He began to ask. He rushes to add, “Not that I don’t want you here, I’m actually really glad you’re here, but—um. I’m just— hi.” He sighs, shoulders slumping. He eyes you for a second before jumping on his feet.

“How rude of me, do you want to come in? It’s freezing out here.” He moves to the side and opens the door wider so you can walk in. You didn’t want to enter his place but the warmth of the house and the familiar scent of Tom entranced your senses.

You wiped your boots on the doormat and quietly thanked him as you walked into his rented home. You noticed that Love Actually had been playing on the tv while the couch was occupied with a bowl of popcorn and an abandoned Sherpa blanket. You loosen the scarf around your neck and turn to Tom who was already looking at you.

“So, what brings you around? Thought you didn’t want to talk to me ever since what happened.” His voice is strained as he leans against the doorway to the living room.

“Paddy called me on FaceTime yesterday.” You started. Tom sighed, shaking his head at his younger brother. You wave him off, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mind. He actually helped me avoid a family argument about Mac and Cheese.”

Tom was looking down at the floor but you saw his cheeks slightly raise, “Yeah, you never did mind Padd’s eagerness.”

“Well, he’s adorable. Anyway, I ended up talking to Harry and he said that you got stuck here during the blizzard. Also, that you were spending the holidays alone.” You began to explain rocking on the balls of your feet. You turn to his tv, the voices from it murmuring quietly, “So, if you’re done watching Love Actually for the hundredth time, um, you could come over at my place and spend Christmas with my family.”

Tom pushes off the wall and slowly shuffled towards you. His arms are crossed, something he did when he felt nervous or awkward.

“I wouldn’t want to impose, (y/n).” He finally looks up at you, his familiar brown eyes that you missed so much sending comfort into your body.

“Mom insisted.” A hint of a teasing smile played on your chapstick covered lips. No matter the situation between you and Tom, you knew he could never turn down your mother. He adored your mother, he always remembered the time when you first introduced him to her. She welcomed him with open arms and treated him like he were her fifth child.

He lets out a laugh, looking down at himself, “Guess that means I should clean up then?”

He was wearing a grey jumper with black sweatpants. A blue beanie was on his head, the ends of his curls peaking out, and his feet were covered in socks to keep him warm.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, relieved that he agreed to come and you didn’t embarrass yourself.

Tom begins to dust off the couch and moves the popcorn bowl to the coffee table. He sloppily folds the blanket and fluffs the pillows.

“I might take a while, so why don’t you get comfy?” He suggests.

“Sounds good.” You hum and unwrap the scarf from your neck. Tom is by your side at an instant and takes it from your hand. He motions at your jacket causing you to unzip it. He shuffles behind you to help you remove your arms from the sleeves. You turn around to thank him while moving your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. You catch him staring at you once again.

“What?”

“You just look really beautiful.” He immediately answers. You’re about to respond but Tom begins to talk again, “I—I know I have no place in telling you that, but you just are.”

“Thanks, Tom.” You quietly say. He nods and moves to hang your things on the coat rack. He’s about to head up the stairs but he turns around to look at you again.

“Can we talk after?” His tone is soft, as if he were afraid of breaking the peacefulness between the two of you.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can talk.”

~⏰~

You wait in the living room for Tom to get himself ready. You try to watch the movie but all you can think about was what Tom and you could possibly talk about. You knew it would be about the breakup, but what else was there to discuss?

You heard Tom make his way down the stairs. Your eyes avert themselves to where Tom was coming from. He wore a dress shirt that had white and cream colored stripes going down it, pairing the shirt with dark jeans and dress shoes. His outfit wasn’t too fancy nor casual, it was perfect for Christmas Day with your family.

The smell of his cologne lingered it’s way to your nose. You recognized the smell even months after not seeing Tom. It was the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. He fell in love with it the moment you gave it to him and had been wearing it ever since. You honestly thought he would switch it up after the breakup, but according to your nose, he hasn’t.

Tom presents himself to you, standing a few feet away from where you were sitting. “How is this? Too much?”

“You’re good, it’s spot on.” You reassure him. Tom hums in approval before settling himself beside you.

This was it. You guys were finally going to talk.

Tom rubs his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks at you over his shoulder, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”

“Or talked.” You add with a slight shrug. An awkward silence placed itself upon you two.

Tom was the first to speak, “I was a dick. I still am, but I was a dick back then for all the shit I put you through.”

You hesitate to answer but end up agreeing, “You were a dick. But we were both responsible for what happened.”

Tom shook his head, “No, don’t try to make me feel better. I know what I did was stupid and I should have been honest with you from the start. This was all my fault. I was a horrible boyfriend, everyone made me see that. Including my parents.”

Tom turns his body to face you, “I thought not telling you this would hurt you and I less, but it only made it a hundred times worse.” Your brows bunch together.

“What do you mean?”

“I know when we broke up I said a bunch of bullshit, but I just want to explain myself, please?” His eyes are pleading, almost glossy. You motion for him to continue.

“The thing that happened between me and her was all the studio’s plan. Though I’m not going to lie and say it was all their fault, because I also played a part in it. But that was how it started. They wanted us to put on a show and lead the fans on so it could be used as promo for the movie.” He admitted. Your mouth gapes at his confession. He was probably telling the truth, but it could’ve also been a front.

“And you’re telling me this now? What, did it take you eight months to come up with an excuse for cheating?” You angrily said. “And even if it was for promo, it’s still cheating, Tom! You knew you had a girlfriend when you agreed to go along with their stupid plan!”

Tom sighed frustratedly, rubbing his palms against his face, “I know, I know it sounds made up but I swear to you, (y/n) I’m telling you the truth!”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it from the start? Did you really think lying was better than telling me the truth? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other, you literally broke so many promises, Tom!” You stood up, the anger fuming in you growing too much for your body.

Tom stood up as well, “I only lied to you to protect you! I thought it would be better if you thought we were drifting apart than telling you I had to be publicly seen with a girl that’s not you! By the way, I wasn’t the only one who was being dishonest, so were you!”

“No, don’t turn this around on me! I wouldn’t have to had lie about my feelings if you would’ve told me the truth! This was all your fault Tom, you’re the one who agreed to some stupid pr stunt.” Your finger jabbed itself into his chest as you told him off about his doings.

Tom took your jabs as he shamefully looked down at his feet. “You don’t think I know that?”

“I know this was my fault, (y/n).” His tearful eyes lock onto yours. His jaw clenched as he tried to stop his tears from falling.

Your hand comes back to rest at your side, “If you knew it would break us up, then why did you agree to it, Tom?”

“Because it was either actually breaking up with you or agreeing to some stunt that’ll make me seem like some Hollywood hotshot who gets all the women.” He confessed. To Tom, it felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. But to you it felt the opposite. All the new information seemed as if it were piling up on you, making you overwhelmed.

“If I chose neither of them, I would’ve been fired from the film and they were planning on blackmailing me, so I chose the second option. I know it wasn’t the best decision, seeing how we are now. But it was the only choice where I would still be with you.” He explains leaning forward to her closer to you. Your arms crossed to form some kind of protection for yourself.

You had just realized that Tom forced himself into a stunt just so he can still be with you. It wasn’t the best option, but he chose the option where the two of you could still be together. You sighed not knowing how to react, it all just seemed like too much.

“I—Tom you can’t just tell me all of this and expect everything to be okay between us.” You run your hand through your hair. Your eyes watering from the frustration.

“I understand why you would keep it from me, but why did you wait so long? You could’ve said that eight months ago and I probably wouldn’t have hated you as much as I do now.” Your nails dig into your skin.

Tom looks up at you, “You hate me?” He croaks out.

Your head tilts at him, “Why wouldn’t I hate you? I hate you—I’m supposed to hate you but I just can’t and I don’t know why. You’re just, you’re you and no matter how many times I try to hate you I just can’t.”

Tom shifts closer, his frame now towering over you. His fingers slightly brush against yours, causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything, I know I should have been honest and told you the truth. I know what I did wrong and I’m sorry.” He gently cups your face to look up at him. You missed the feel of his hands against your skin and couldn’t hold yourself back from nuzzling against his warm palms.

“I still love you so much, (y/n). I never stopped. I just—is it too late for a second chance? I know it’s not going to be the same as when we were together but I’m willing to try again. I promise I will try harder and I’ll be honest, I’ll do everything for you to be mine again. All I want is just another chance.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks. Your hands come up to grip onto his wrists.

“Tom, I don’t know.”

“Please (y/n), it’s been so hard without you. Please I just need you again. I miss you so much, everything’s been going wrong ever since you left and I feel empty. I’m not complete without you.” His voice cracks as he begs for you to give him a chance. You stare at him for a moment and your mother’s voice echos in your head.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).”

Maybe your mother had a point. Things happen for a reason and maybe this was one of this moments.

Your thumbs stroke the skin of his wrist, “Fine, I’ll give you another chance Tom.”

A look of relief is on his face as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest. You feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest as he shoves his face into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mutters against your skin multiple times. “I promise I won’t screw it up, I’m serious.” He pulls away to make sure you’re looking into his eyes.

“I’m trusting you to keep that promise. You’re only getting one chance, Tom.” You warn him. Tom nods eagerly.

“I know, I know, I’m not going to mess this up I swear. I’m going to prove that you could trust me again, I’ll do anything.”

You smile before pressing a light kiss on his cheek, “Ok, if you’ll do anything, then we better get going. Mom’s probably wondering what’s the hold up.”

“Right. Yeah, um before we go. If you want to talk more about what happened before or have any questions, you could ask me anytime. I just dumped all of this on you unexpectedly and it probably feels like a lot.” He offers.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

~⏰~

You and Tom arrived at your house to Christmas music blaring from the tv’s speakers and the happy chatter of your family. Your mom spots Tom at the doorway and her face lights up.

“Tom, you came!” She climbs her way through the mass amounts of wrapping paper and your niece and nephews. Tom meets her halfway and helps her remove the wrapping paper that had stuck onto her pants. She pulls him into a hug, which Tom returns immediately.

“Thank you for inviting me.” He smiles as your mom pats his cheek fondly. She waves him off, “Please honey, no one should be alone for Christmas.”

They continue to talk as your mother leads him into the living room. You see him greeting your siblings and cousins, a shy smile on his face as he shakes their hands. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he interacted with your family. It made you feel whole and warm inside, as if the emptiness in your heart was finally recovering.

You were taking off your boots when a shadow fell upon you. You look up to see Tom standing above you. “Need help?”

“No, I almost had it, the knot’s too small for my nails to undo it.” You mutter as your fingers continue to fumble with the knot. Tom kneels in front of you and gently removes your fingers from your boot.

“Let me do it, I know how fussy you get when you mess up your nails.” You smile fondly at him. The fact that he remembered how you hated messing up your nails after getting them done made the butterflies in your stomach erupt.

He gets the knot undone successfully and pulls off your boot. He holds a hand out for you and you take it. You stand up and thank him before glancing at your clothes.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and clean myself up for lunch. I’ll be back.” You place a hand on his shoulder before turning to go up the stairs. You feel his hand grip onto yours, pulling you back.

“I’ll save you a seat beside me?”

You squeeze his hand, “Yeah, I appreciate it.”

He watches you head up the stairs till the moment you turn the corner. He couldn’t believe you were back in his life. You haven’t changed at all in the months you’ve been apart. You were still beautiful and radiant as ever. He was so thankful for whatever gods that allowed him to have a second chance with you. You were all he wanted and he wasn’t going to screw it up like last time.

Your mother had called for everyone to sit at the table and you still weren’t there. Thirty or more minutes had passed since you went upstairs and so far he’s been catching up with your siblings and cousins. He’s also been dragged into playing “race cars” with your nephews and “princesses” with your only niece. Everyone had slowly shuffled into your dinning room but you were still missing. Tom even hung back in the living room for a while to see if you would catch up.

You mother spotted Tom looking back at the stairs as he decided to join your family in the dining room. She approached him and turned him towards the stairs, “Why don’t you go and check on her, tell her lunch is ready.”

Tom nods and climbs up the stairs. He’s been to your home multiple times while you two were together so he wasn’t lost. He found your door and knocked on it.

“I’ll be down in a sec!” He hears you yell from behind the door.

“Your mom said to call you down for lunch and see what’s been taking you so long.” Tom leans against the wall as he wait for you to open the door. The lock clicks and you pull it open. Your hair was in loose curls and there was some light makeup on your face. You weren’t in the jeans and sweater you were in earlier, now you were dressed in a white sweater and grey knee high boots.

“Hey.” He greets you. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” You close the door behind yourself and stand across from Tom. He notices a shimmer around your neck. The silver chain with a circle charm hanging from it caught his eyes.

“You still have that?” He points out stepping closer to you. You glance at the necklace, “Of course I do. You gave it to me for my birthday.” Your fingers envelope around the charm, fiddling with it.

“You look stunning.” He says.

“Thanks.” The two of you stand there for a moment before Tom’s stomach grumbled.

“I think we should get going.” You laughed as you hooked your hand with his.

The two of you sat side by side at the table. He was a gentleman as always. He pulled your seat out for you and pushed it in once you were settled. He helped passed the dishes to you and even insisted on placing the food onto your plate. Lunch had gone smoothly, it was only filled with laughs, some catching up, and the stories your parents would tell at the table every year.

Your parents were in the middle of retelling their first Christmas together with your older brother, their first born. Your parents were reminiscing about the pearl ring your father gave her and how much it meant to her. You were listening to your parents when you felt a hand grip onto yours under the table. You glance down to see Tom had placed his hand above yours. His large hand enveloping your smaller ones.

“You alright?” You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. Tom squeezes your hand as a small smile forms on his lips.

“Yeah, I’m just glad to be here. Thank you.” He whispers. Your other hand covers his, your thumb stroking the top of his hand.

“So am I.” For the first time in those months apart, you finally felt like everything was complete again. Sure, you two had many things to work out and discuss. But right now, all you can think about was the man sat beside you. You weren’t missing him anymore, he was right there beside you. He was actually with you. All you wanted for Christmas was the one you’ve been missing and after eight long months of pain and longing, your wish finally came true.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 12

It was always when it mattered the most that trains decided to run slower than usual. This was the only way for you get to him, but trains had been delayed. You were full of nervous energy and didn't know what else to do other than shift around awkwardly.

You clutched your phone in your hand as you waited on the platform. You hadn't heard from Zemo after his last text. That had been yesterday. This was the earliest you could leave, a whole day later.

You just needed to be with him. You needed to hold him, kiss him. You needed him.

You missed him.

You had just been overwhelmed. How were you suppose to react when information like that pops up? You suppose it could have gone a lot worse.

You'll make it up to him. You promised.

The sound you wanted to hear appears. You smile as you look up. The train was approaching the station.

You: I'm coming. Wait for me.

Zemo was sitting in the hanger. What was left of his car was sitting in front of him. He stared at it. Sam and Bucky were doing thorough checks. They needed to find out what went wrong. They had checked the car multiple times before the race, but it obviously wasn't enough. Something had happened.

His phone pings in his pocket. He pulls it pit and smiles at your message.

Zemo: I'm waiting

He keeps his phone in his lap as he looks back up at the car again. He felt very lucky to be sitting there. Even luckier once you get here.

"How could someone tamper with the car? We were with it right up until Zemo took it to the line," Sam said, standing over the charred mess.

Bucky had been deep inside the car, noting every little detail he could see.

"Obviously we missed something. Do you remembering exactly what you were doing up until that point?" Bucky looked up at him.

"We got there, I did the usual checks after Zemo left our side. I waited with the car until Sarah came. You showed up not longer after. All three of us were standing with the car. No one else cane over to our side. Zemo came out, he sat down, I went to get something to drink, leaving you with it." Sam thought hard about his movements.

"Yeah, Sarah and I talked, but the car was always in view. Zemo didn't move from that chair at all."

"Yeah, non of you had moved when I came back."

Zemo leans forward in his chair.

"The only time we are not with the car is at night," he looks at them both. "The hanger isn't exactly hard to get into. We can't lock the door, remember."

The huge hanger door was never locked. It was broken, but very few people knew that Zemo used this as his workshop.

"But, we did the checks."

"Unless it was something slight. Something we wouldn't notice until too late. Pietro did his checks that day. I very much doubt he would have taken the risk if he was aware something was wrong with his car."

Sam and Bucky look at each other.

"Are you suggesting Stark did something?"

"By extension."

"By extension?" James furrowed his brow.

"Any idea what that woman was doing beforehand? Did you see her at the race?"

"Yeah, draping herself all over Stark, why?"

"Are you aware that he and Miss Potts are together?" Zemo asks, lips curled into a slight smile.

"Well, I knew she liked him. Though I have no idea why," Sam said.

"They're lovers."

"How do you know?"

Zemo smirks.

"I went to Stark's house that night Y/N left. Miss Potts was there."

"You never mentioned that before." Bucky eyed him suspiciously.

"He didn't want me to know. However, her perfume caught my attention, and the shoes by the door most definitely did not belong to the wicked woman. The lipstick on Stark's chin, which I'm sure he didn't realise, was the same shade I had seen Pepper Potts wear. Behind closed doors he indulges in his true desires. For the cameras, he has a publicity relationship."

"So, you're a detective now?"

Zemo grinned, opening his hand a bit as he shrugged.

"I just have a keen eye sometimes."

"You scare me." Sam pointed a finger at him.

Zemo chuckled and stood up.

"I would say it's a safe bet that Stark had that woman do something for him. Perhaps under blackmail or just with his persuasion, after all, I am the bad guy in his eyes. Ruin my career, ruin my life, ruin everything I hold dear. He wanted me out of the picture."

"He really went to a lot of trouble."

"He did."

His phone pinged again. He picks it up and smiles again.

You: I'm on the train. I miss you.

He types quickly.

Zemo: I miss you too. I'll be there when you arrive.

He puts his phone away and stands up. He walks over to where Sam and Bucky are standing and sighs.

"Take one more look. I don't think it's going to matter either way. I have nothing to pin on Stark, whether we know it's his fault or not. I have a date to prepare for." He smiles.

The boys look at him, realising what he was implying. Sam grins and Bucky just looks relieved.

Zemo leaves them with the car.

His first stop is to go home, change into something more suitable, and then pick a car to come pick you up in. Things are going to turn out OK. This time, he is sure of it.

There is still plenty of time before your train gets in. He heads up and takes a shower. He smiles to himself the entire time. You'll be here with again soon.

He has no intention of letting you go this time.

He dresses smart for you. Purple shirt, neatly pressed trousers, shiny shoes that probably cost the same as some of his cars. Not forgetting his fur collared coat.

He looks at himself in the mirror. Another smile. A cheeky one.

He heads out.

He walks with his head held high, a slight spring in his step, as he heads to the garage. He knows which car he wants to drive. He is going to pick you up in style.

A purple convertible. Just his style.

He arrives at the station with minutes to spare. He climbs out of the car and heads onto the station. He wants to be there when get off the train.

The train is right on time.

His heart is beating rapidly. You're nearly here.

The train comes to a stop. The doors open. People flood out. He stand and he waits, eyes scanning the crowds. Then, nothing else matters. You're there. You step off the train, you turn, and you smile.

His arms are open. You run past everyone else and leap into his embrace. He is quick to cradle you to him, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and just feeling you against him. You're crying. He's crying!

You're here.

He's alive.

Everything feels right again. You pull back and waste no time. You kiss him. He holds you close and kisses you back, just as fiercely.

You stop, placing your hands on either side of his face and look at him.

"I was so scared."

He smiles softly at you.

"As was I."

"I thought...I thought you were dead."

"I'm here. I'm alive."

You feel him under your hands. He's warm. You caress his cheek with your thumb softly.

"I'm staying," you tell him.

"Good. I'm not letting you go."

You kiss him again. The platform had cleared since, but the pair of you didn't care. You just wanted to be there with him for as long as you could.

Eventually though, you pulled away.

"Take me home?"

"Home?"

"Your home. I want to spend time with you. I have a lot to make up for."

Zemo smiles and takes your hand, both of you leaving the station together. You lean into him, needing to be close to him.

There was so much to talk about.

You can't help the laugh the tumbles out when you see the car. It's so very him. You look at him, laughing yourself silly. He laughs too, in love with the sound of yours.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just... this car is perfect for you."

He grins as he walks around to your side of the car, holding the door open for you. You smile and walks over, climbing in. He closes the door and leans down. He kisses you through the open window.

You would love to sit there a day doing that, but there are things that need to be done. You chuckle as he pulls away and walks around, getting into his side. He steals one more kiss before he drives.

Your hand finds comfort in his. You needed reassurance this wasn't some wild dream. He holds your hand securely, seemingly needing the same reassurance.

You have to ask him things now, you needed to know.

"Tell me what happened."

He glances at you.

"My car malfunctioned. I could not make it around the bend. It was a full on collision, but unlike six years ago, I surveyed the crash. Having trained myself for the worst when it comes to racing Stark, I have practised over and over again on getting out of that car. It took me just a moment to get out. The second I was, an ambulance arrived on the scene and they pushed me into the back to look me over. I was completely fine."

You look at him, eyes big and sad, heart hammering away.

"I should have been there."

"No! You did the right thing not coming."

"You must have hated me when you saw I wasn't there," your voice wavered.

"No. I could never hate you. I can only love you until the day I die," he grins at you.

"Helmut."

He smiles the brightest smile you have ever seen on his face. He loves it when you say his name.

"There are things I want to ask when we get to the house."

"Alright. I think it's time we sort out what we're going to do."

He keeps a hold of your hand the entire trip to his house. He opens the door for you, helps you out, and then wraps his arm around you as he leads you to the door. He unlocks it with ease and pushes the door open. You both step inside.

Coats are removed, door is locked again, tea is brewing. Only then do you both sit down, tea cups in hand, and talk.

"I want to stay, Helmut."

"Please do."

"You'll let me move in with you just like that?" You ask, chuckling softly.

"Yes. If I have to go another day without you, I will lose my mind, quite literally."

You chuckle.

"I was so stupid not to believe you."

"You were scared, my love. I can't blame you. For a moment, you thought someone had died by my hand. You had every reason to run off like that."

"I heard you at my door that night."

"I know. I heard you on the other side," he smiles softly. "I knew you were listening. That's all I could have asked for in the end."

"Still, I feel horrible. I should have come to the race."

"No. That incident would have happened regardless. It was much better you were not there to see it in person."

You put your tea down and shuffled closer to him. He put his cup down so he could embrace you as you leaned against him. He kissed the top of your head and held you to his chest.

"I'm never leaving again. You're stuck with me now. I, uh, may have also done some research."

"Regarding what?"

"Being a manager. If you'll still have me."

He grins.

"Of course I'll still have you."

You look up at him, once again smiling like an idiot. He kisses your forehead softly. The pair of you sit there, clinging to one another.

When evening rolls in, you have both caught up with one another, discussed your role as his manager, and he told you about his car. It was only after that he told you about what he thought had happened.

"You think Tony had her mess with your car?"

"I do. I have no proof, but that's all I have."

You sigh softly.

"So, what's the plan from here?"

"We get me a new car. I'll improve it to the best of my abilities and I'll race in that final."

"You're still going to race this season?" You look up at him, eyes soft, but still full of concern.

"Yes. There's only one more to go, and I now have you back. Let's see this through to the end," he grins.

"Let's show Tony Stark what happens when you mess with us."

Zemo chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss.

One more race of the season. Zemo was determined to come out on top. This was going to the race that mattered the most.

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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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Don’t forget me

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Y/N and George were in a car accident, leaving Y/N in a coma. George isn’t sure if their life will go back to normal.

Warning: Car accident, mention of broken bones, a few swear words, sad George.

A/N: this was longer then I planned for it to be, it’s a little one the angsty side but worth it I swear.

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Hope you enjoy.

Italics signify a flashback.

George couldn’t remember the last time he felt this worried and scared, actually the second Wizarding War would be a close contender. But right now, he couldn’t think about anything else besides you laying unconscious in a hospital bed.

George’s leg bounced up and down in the waiting room chair. What was meant to be a romantic date night turned into nightmare.

“Merlin, I think I’m going to explode with how full I am right now. That was the best risotto I’ve ever had.” Y/N moans, relaxing in the passenger seat as George chuckles and pulls out of the parking spot.

The redhead rests his hand on Y/N’s leg, concentrating on the snow filled road. “We definitely need to have date nights more often.”

The couple had been dating for almost 6 years having met at Hogwarts. George had worked up the courage to ask the H/C haired girl out, she had said yes, and the rest was history.

“I won’t say no to that, especially if you pay” Y/N jokes and squeezes Georges hand.

George glances over at Y/N who is staring out the window watching the snow fall. He can’t believe how lucky he is, Y/N is by far the most gorgeous girl he’s every laid his eyes on.

Y/N turns to face him having sensed his gaze on her. George swears he had only been looking at the beauty next to him for a moment, but his heart stops when he sees Y/N’s eyes widen and his name escaping from her lips, drawing his attention back to the road. George panics when his brain registers the bright lights of a truck right in front of them, gripping the steering wheel with both hands he tries to swerve out of the way, causing the car to flip and crash into a nearby tree.

“Any news yet dear?” George looks up to see his mum, Molly standing in front of him with a cup of water in an outstretched hand. He just shakes his head, taking the cup.

“Still in surgery” George sighs rubbing his eyes, Y/N had been in surgery by the time George woke up in the hospital bed. Molly and Fred had been waiting for him to wake up, they looked equally distraught. George hadn’t been told much of the details surrounding Y/N, only she had been taken straight into the operating room when they arrived.

George groans leaning back into the rather uncomfortable plastic chair. His arm is wrapped in a sling, doctors said he had broken his collarbone and his legs and arms were covered in multiple cuts and bruises but that was the extent of his injuries.

“She’s gonna be okay mate. Its Y/N we’re talking about, she’s a fighter” The voice comes from Fred, George hadn’t notice when he returned from his mission to find some decent food, not that George really cared to eat anything right now.

“Y/N L/N?” it’s the doctor speaking now, he is standing in front of them, clipboard in hand with a rather serious look on his face which might just be his permanent expression.

George jumps to his feet eager to know something, anything, he needs to know if Y/N is okay. His throat is dry, and it feels like a razor blade when he swallows, he’s 80% sure he might be sick or pass out from the worry, but he doesn’t care. Molly grab his hand in comfort, George finds himself squeezing it back.

George is having a hard time understanding what the doctor is saying, his brain feels fuzzy and he can only comprehend bits and pieces of the conversation. He can make out ‘Y/N is out of surgery’ and ‘brain swelling’ and ‘induced coma’ and George feels his legs give way.

Fred is at his side pulling him back up, “c’mon Georgie, we can go see her.”

Y/N’s giggles fill the air “Georgie, stop! Anyone could walk around the corner and find us.”

George’s hands are under Y/N’s school shirt, caressing her sides while his mouth is attacking her neck leaving as many dark bruises as he can, “I don’t care, I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when she looks this ravishing.”

Y/N moans quietly, her eyes fluttering closed as her hands thread through the redhead’s soft hair tugging lightly.

“I love you,” Y/N breathes out before she can stop herself. She stiffens, clamping a hand around her mouth. They couple hadn’t shared those words with each other yet, only been dating for a few months. “pretend I didn’t say that.” Y/N tries to backtrack, worried she gone and scared George.

By now George has moved from his original position and is looking down at Y/N searching her eyes.

“Say it again.”

Y/N hesitates, “I love you.”

George grabs her face in his giant hands and begins peppering soft kisses all over her face, “again” he mumbles against her skin.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” The short girl giggles.

Eventually George stops his attack on his girlfriend, “I love you too. Please don’t ever stop saying you love me.”

“Promise."

George reckons if it was quieter the world might be able to hear his heart thumping in his chest. His pace quickens as he looks at the room numbers, 205, 207, 209 and then 211. Once he enters the cold, white room he sees Y/N, laying in the hospital bed, covering in tubes.

“Godric,” he rushes over to his girlfriend’s side, clinging onto her hand and brushing some hair away that’s fallen onto her face. “baby.”

“I’m aware Doctor Anderson has already spoken with you Mr. Weasley, but Miss L/N here is in an induced coma due to the swelling against her brain. While she isn’t awake, I’m sure she can hear you.” The nurse notes before slipping out of the room.

“Baby, you have no idea how scared I’ve been. I miss you so much, I need you to get better so you can wake up and tell me how much of an idiot I am for driving in the snow. I am so sorry. Darling I am such a fucking idiot. Merlin, that should be me laying in a coma right now.” George babbles on and on for what feels like hours, his tears dried against his cheeks. At some point he falls asleep in the chair beside your bed, still clinging onto your hand.

“Happy birthday darling,” George says handing a very confused Y/N a small yellow wrapped box.

“Georgie my birthday isn’t for another few months” She grabs the box and slowly unwraps it, slightly nervous about what’s inside, Georges gift giving can be very unpredictable, most of them result in some sort of prank.

“I know but I couldn’t wait any longer to give you this present, seeing as you just finished school and all.”

Y/N tosses the wrapping paper aside and carefully lifts the lid of the tiny box; inside she sees a single key. “a key?”

“To my apartment” George answers, “I want you to move in with me and Fred.”

Y/N gazes up at her boyfriend surprised, “really? You want me to move in with you?”

“Of course, I can’t stand being away from you a moment longer. So… what do you say?”

Y/N has tears forming in her eyes, she has never felt love like this before and she prays it always stays this way forever. “Of course I’ll move in with you, silly!’ Y/N exclaims wrapping her arms around George’s neck.

George realises a breath he didn’t know he was holding “I was worried you might say no, thought maybe you think you’d get sick of me.”

Y/N shakes her head and nuzzles her face into Georges chest, “could never get sick of you babe, you’re stuck with me forever.”

It’s been a week? Maybe 2 or is it 3? George isn’t really sure how long its been, he’s spent every day in the hospital since the accident, the days seem to blur together. Fred has brought him some clothes here and there and convinced him to go home to shower a few times because ‘you smell like actual trash, probably doing some damage to Y/N’s nose with your stench’.

The doctors said the swelling in Y/N’s brain had improved and decided to bring her out of the medically induced coma. George has been persistent in asking when his girlfriend will wake up but only receiving an unhelpful reply of ‘it’s hard to tell, could take some time’. So, George decided he’d make sure he was by Y/N’s side for when she wakes up, not wanting her to be confused about her surroundings.

George has been tracing patterns onto the back of Y/N’s soft hand, quietly humming a tune to one of her favourite songs when she wakes up.

“Uh, excuse me?” Y/N’s voice came out croaky.

George’s head snapped up, “Oh merlin! You’re awake! You’re awake! Oh I’ve missed you baby!” he rushes to say as he’s clicking the nurses button to notify them.

Y/N scrunches up her eyebrows, feeling confused and eyes darting around the room. George is back at her side gripping her hand so tightly he doesn’t notice Y/N flinch slightly.

“How are you feeling darling? Are you in pain?” The redhead asks.

Y/N is in a tremendous amount of pain, her neck is aching, her wrist feels sore and stomach hurts when she breathes but she isn’t focused on any of that, all she is focused on right now is this man in front of her, this stranger.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Y/N whispers out, her throat stopping her from speaking any louder.

“What?” George squeaks dropping Y/N’s hand. At this moment the nurse comes into the room to tend to Y/N. George feels like he’s suffocating, he throat feels tight and dry and he can’t seem to breathe.

The nurse peeks at him noticing his pale face, “Mr. Weasley are you okay?”

“She-she doesn’t remember me.” He says not sure if the nurse heard. “She doesn’t know who I am.” He says louder this time.

The nurse looks taken back and begins asking Y/N questions, ‘what’s your name?’, ‘can you tell me what year it is?’.

George doesn’t wait to hear the answers, instead rushing out the room and heading outside, needing air. He quite literally bumps into Fred outside the hospital who was on his way to deliver him some food. The older twin notices his brothers horrified expression.

“Woah, is everything okay George? Is it Y/N? is she awake?” George’s breathing starts to quicken, he’s losing his grip on reality, he feels like he’s falling and he doesn’t know what to do. “Georgie mate look at me. Okay, just breathe buddy. Like this.” Fred takes some slow exaggerated deep breaths trying to calm down his brother. George’s eyes meet Fred’s and starts to copy him, which eventually slows down his heart rate and calms him down.

“Okay now can you tell me what’s going on?” Fred enquires.

George feels the hot fat tears running down his face as he wraps his arms around his brother, “she doesn’t remember me, Freddie. She doesn’t know who I am."

“Okay now are you going to tell us why you randomly dropped by?” Arthur asks as the 3 of them sit around the kitchen table, sipping at his tea.

“Not that we don’t love having you over dear.” Molly adds sending Arthur a glare.

George clears his throat looking between the 2, he knows his mum is going to flip. “I’ve decided I’m going to propose to Y/N.”

Molly squeals and pulls her son into a bone crushing hug, “oh my boy! This is amazing news. I’m so happy.” Arthur pats him on the back, “congratulations, we’re so proud of you.”

George chuckles as Molly pulls away, wiping the tears off her face.

Molly begins asking a million questions ranging from when George is planning on popping the question to how. “I haven’t decided yet, kind of waiting for the right time.”

Molly couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. Y/N was perfect for her boy, since they first started dating in school Molly had an inkling it was the real deal and they’d end up getting married. George’s face would light up whenever Y/N was mentioned in a conversation and when he invited her over to spend the summer at the Burrow for the first time, he always had his hand in hers or holding her waist, stealing kisses whenever he could. It made Molly insanely happy to see how smitten her son was with Y/N.

“You tell us as soon as you her ask okay?” Molly insisted pointing a finger at George.

“I will, you’ll be the first to know.”

George is back in Y/N’s hospital room with Fred by his side. They’ve passed Doctor Anderson on their way up who explained Y/N’s situation. Retrograde amnesia, she can’t remember the last 7 years of her life, ultimately her life with George. The doctor mentioned her memory may come back, with brain injuries it’s hard to tell, but there is the chance that it won’t and that terrifies George. Doctor Anderson said that in a few days once Y/N is feeling better she can go home, he says it best for her to get back into her normal routine as soon as possible.

Y/N’s eyes look between the 2 identical men standing in front of her. They look vaguely familiar, like older versions of boys she used to know from school. After the redhead ran out of the room earlier the nurse and doctor filled Y/N in on her situation. Y/N was completely shocked to find out that she’s forgotten 7 years of her life, she isn’t some teenager at Hogwarts anymore and that is kind of freaking her out to be honest. The 2 redheads in front of her have yet to say anything and its annoying Y/N, she senses they are scared to speak to her, as if she might break.

“Oh my godric will one of you please something” Y/N finally huffs out annoyed.

The twin on the left, who isn’t the one Y/N ‘met’ earlier clears his throat and speaks “so I’m guessing you don’t remember us. Uh- I’m Fred and this is George, my brother.” Fred finds this unbelievably hard having to introduce himself to someone he’s known for years. Since Y/N and George started dating at Hogwarts him and Y/N had become pretty close friends.

“Fred and George” Y/N whispers, that does sound familiar. “Nice to meet you” Y/N pauses “re-meet you?”

Fred gives a light-hearted chuckle.

Y/N is filled with an ample amount of questions, she doesn’t know where to begin. “So how do I know you both? I mean we must be close if you’ve been waiting at the hospital for me.”

Y/N notices the twin on the right, George, looking like he’s in physical pain. Fred and George share a knowing look with each other before the younger twin starts to speak.

“Um, we met at Hogwarts actually and became pretty close,” he clears his throat and Y/N waits patiently for him to continue “you and me are… we’re actually dating.”

There’s an awkward tension in the air, no one can find the right words to speak. Fred has sat down on the wooden chair next to Y/N’s bed kind of regretting his decision to be here for moral support. George hasn’t moved from his position at the foot of the hospital bed, hand in his pocket staring down at his shoes.

“Oh” Y/N manages, “for how long?”

George inform Y/N that they’ve been officially dating for 5 almost 6 years, that they also live together in a flat above Fred and George’s joke shop which Y/N sometimes works at to help the boys. It feels strange for Y/N to hear about her life when none of it sounds familiar.

A few days later Y/N is standing in the living room of the flat, looking around at the photo frames hung up on the wall. Many of them include her, one in particular catches her eye. It’s a photo of her and George at the beach, George looks the same as he does now so Y/N guesses it may have been from the past summer. George has his arm around her waist tickling her sides as Y/N throws her head back laughing then George plants a sloppy kiss against her cheek. They look so happy, so in love. Y/N’s heart aches.

“I’ll show you to the bedroom if you like” Y/N turns around to find George standing there. She follows him into the bedroom. “If you need anything, I’ll just be in the living room.” George steps towards Y/N but falters, he normally kisses her goodnight. “um night.” He turns quickly on his heels and walks right out the door.

Y/N lays in bed that night, trying desperately to search her brain for something. She’s gotta remember something. But nothing comes up. She feels like a failure, and so overwhelmed she can’t help but cry herself to sleep that night. Just in the other room George lays uncomfortably on the couch, trying to sleep with a sling on your arm and a broken collarbone proves very difficult, he too has tears staining his cheeks as he finally falls asleep.

“Will you quit staring at me” George mumbles, his eyes still closed.

Y/N pokes his cheek earning a grumble from the sleepy boy. They had been living together for 1 year now and Y/N couldn’t be any happier. “Wake up sleepy head.”

She tries poking his cheek again when he doesn’t answer. “Leave me be” George mumbles.

Y/N purses her lips an idea forming in her head, “you leave me no choice.” She stands up in the bed and starts jumping around and yelling “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

Eventually George opens his eyes and grabs onto Y/N’s legs pulling her down and on top of him who is giggling like crazy, George smiles too.

“You are going to be the death of me, ya know that?” George says kisses her cheek.

Y/N laughs, “you love me though right Georgie?”

“Always.”

Y/N jolts awake, that dream feeling so realistic. It’s been 2 weeks since she left the hospital and some nights, she has these dreams that feel so unbelievably real or she’ll do something that give her déjà vu. She hasn’t told George about it though; she doesn’t want to get his hopes up in case her memories don’t return.

Y/N walks into the kitchen to find George making coffee, his red hair sticking in a million of different directions.

“Mornin’ Georgie” Y/N greets, going to make some toast.

George whips his head to face the smaller girl, she hasn’t called him Georgie since before the accident. Y/N doesn’t seem to notice though and continues to make her toast. “Morning,” he mumbles back “any progress on the memory?”

Y/N shakes her head and George feels his heart drop. He doesn’t want to think about what happens if Y/N never regains her memories, frightened she’ll never feel the way she used too. His family seem very optimistic about the whole situation, Ginny thinks that the whole situation is very romantic but each day that goes by George loses hope.

It's a Saturday night and they’ve just finished watching a movie on the couch. Y/N fell asleep half-way through which wasn’t surprising, her head resting on George’s shoulder, he doesn’t dare move in inch. In this moment he can pretend everything is normal again.

“Mm, Georgie. Dinner.” Y/N mumbles, George looks down and sees her eyes still closed, he realises she’s sleep talking.

“What was that love?”

Y/N stirs slightly, curling into Georges side. “We should do dinner. Date night. Been too long.”

The redhead starts playing with her H/C hair. “Yeah? Where should we go?”

“You know, Valentino’s. Always go there.” Y/N breathes out.

George’s breath hitches. Y/N always chose Valentino’s when it was her choice for date night, it was this cute little Italian restaurant they’d found one night in London, it was where they went the night of the accident.

“That sounds lovely, darling.” George kisses Y/N’s forehead.

Y/N stirs from her slumber “did I fall asleep again Georgie?” she rubs her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. Her brain feels fuzzy having just woken up. Y/N looks around trying to remember how she got on the couch when she lets out a loud gasp and jumps up.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” George eyes Y/N carefully who is frantically looking around the room finally landing on George.

Y/N’s doesn’t speak for a minute her brain going crazy. While Y/N doesn’t remember everything that she’s forgotten from the last 7 years she remembers parts, the important parts. She remembers kissing George for the first time and being each other’s date for the Yule ball, she remembers how sad and proud she felt when she watched Fred and George fly out of Hogwarts for the last time, she remembers the fear and terror of the war, she remembers joking around with Fred late at night and drawing on George’s face when he fell asleep after a night of drinking but most importantly she remembers loving George.

George’s heart sores and little fireworks erupt inside his chest when he hears Y/N say, “I remember.”

He palms the small box in his jacket pocket which he hadn’t the heart to remove just in case he found the right moment.

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crowdedimagines · 4 years

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Leaked - Harry Styles

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“Y/n?” His voice rings out a soft echo. The only noise in my room tonight. I simply answered so the incessant buzzing on my nightstand would finally cease. If only I had checked the contact, I wouldn’t be sitting up straight in bed, staring into the black of my room.

“Hello?” I answer back after a long enough pause for both of us to know that I have just woken up and I wasn’t fully aware of what I was answering.

“I’m sorry to wake you. I forgot what time it is there right now.” I can hear some shuffling on his end, it sounds like he’s getting up and walking around. He must be in London right now, not in his home only a ten minute drive from mine in Malibu. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, letting my comforter drop from my shoulders.

“What’s wrong Harry?” I ask, cutting to the chase. The slight nervous edge in his voice tells me that something is most definitely wrong. I can’t just sit in silence waiting for the world to stop, I need him to spit it out. Spit out whatever made him call me after nearly a year of no longer being together.

“I had a leak. Someone hacked my phone.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this was far from it. I let out a sigh, he’s okay. At least physically. I can feel a slight weight lift off my chest, but it’s far from light still.

“Okay?” I prompt for him to continue.

“It’s pictures of you, Y/n.”

And to think I was worried about him. His words make my ears ring for a few seconds. An eerie pitch fills the void between us, neither of us knowing the words to help this situation.

“Which pictures?”

I switch Harry to speaker and open twitter, ignoring the mass texts that are coming in right now. My manager and my publicist ranting on our group chat but the messages fade into the background as soon as my eyes cross the trending page.

“Um-”

#Y/n’sleaked

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” My hands start shaking as I look over the images shared with the entire world. Not even just one, multiple over the time we shared a relationship.

A picture I sent him on tour, standing in our mirror with not a thread of clothing. Bare as the day I was born. I remember taking this picture as a tease right before he had to take the stage at Madison Square Garden. Now more people than can fit in Madison Square Garden have seen that picture.

Next, is a picture of me in a rather compromising position on my knees looking up at him. It’s not hard to tell what was happening or about to happen. Harry took this one, It was already a hot night for us, and somehow him pulling out his phone snapping a quick picture made it even hotter. Now I need to worry about my family ever seeing this.

Finally, the most modest of the group, a picture of me in simple dark red lingerie thrown on the bed by Harry. Once again, a picture that Harry had snapped himself. I had just come home from tour and he answered our door and I dropped everything I had, including the clothes I had been wearing. He chased me up to our room, he finally caught me in our room and literally threw me on the bed. He pulled out his phone claiming he wanted to remember the sheer joy he was feeling in that moment. Now it’s bringing me dread.

Tweet after tweet sharing the same group of photos.

Harry doesn’t say a single word, knowing that I’ve seen exactly what he was trying to break down to me.

“Oh my god.” I shutter, refreshing as the tweets come in by the hundreds.

“Y/n I-”

I hang up before he can utter another word. I can’t speak with him right now, knowing exactly who’s to blame for putting me out there like that. We broke up nearly a year ago, if he had simply deleted the photos once the relationship was over, maybe we wouldn’t be here.

I read the thread of messages between Jordan my manager and Paula my publicist. Both are trying to diffuse the situation. I wonder how they found out, did they get a call at two in the morning from Jeff?

I simply reply that in the morning to meet at my house to get everything sorted out, there’s no point in stressing over what we can’t change and losing sleep over it. They both agree to be at my house bright and early at seven.

I put my phone back down and pull myself under the covers. At least for a few more hours this can’t be real. A few more hours I can hide under the covers and pretend that this isn’t happening.

I put coffee on, knowing that the girls will be here any moment, hopefully with a plan in hand on how we can diffuse the situation.

“Good morning.” Paula smiles cheerily followed by Jordan who just has a tight smile.

“Please tell me there’s something we can do.” I sit down on my touch, letting my hands warm on the mug.

“Yes, we-kind of!” Paula gushes.

I look to Jordan for a clear answer. Paula has always been a little nuttier, I love her to death, but right now I need serious and I need a plan. I need cold and honest.

“I talked with Jeff for a while last night and we both agree that we think it’s best for us to meet up together to discuss a course of action in person. We have a flight in an hour.”

“So you’re telling me that my nudes leak from his phone and now I have to hop on a plane to go see him?” My jaw must reach the floor by now.

“It’ll be better to get this all sorted out with both teams together. We have the same common goal here, we just want to make this look a little better.”

“Easy for you to say when it’s not your body trending on Twitter.”

“I wasn’t the one sending them.” She raises her brow, she’s told me a dozen times to never put myself in a position like this. That there can’t be any leaks when you don’t take anything private.

I climb upstairs to my room and grab a bag to start packing. I throw on a cute sweat suit and find a pair of dark tinted sunglasses. If anything, the airport is the last place I should be right now. The paparazzi are worse than they’ve ever been, even with Harry, I’ve never been bombarded like this. They throw question after question to me, hoping to get the first scoop on me the morning after it leaked. While it’s still hot and trending with every news outlet.

“Jesus.” Paula mutters, “Still got all your fingers and toes?”

I smile finally, “I’m fine, thank you.”

The flight is peaceful, thankfully. Jordan types a mile a minute on her laptop next to me. Surely, trying to work out a plan and get as many pictures taken down as possible. Not that it matters now, it’s out in the world forever now.

A sleek black car picks us up and drives the familiar route to Harry’s London home. We pull into the driveway and it knocks the air out of my lungs as soon as my feet hit the ground. There’s several cars that don’t belong to Harry, which means it’s a full house today.

I let Jordan walk in first, letting myself weakly trail behind. I haven’t seen Harry since the break up. Maybe once at an award show, but it was far away and we didn’t exchange words. I definitely didn’t think I would be stepping into his house again.

“Jordan.” Jeff greets, getting up from the dining table where it looks like people have set up camp. A whole crew of people making calls, scouring Twitter, and god knows what else.

“Hi, Jeff.” She smiles.

I look around a little, trying not to be obvious. The house looks the same, Hardly a single thing out of place in over a year. Not that I expect it too, I never fully lived here outside of a few weeks at a time. It’s not like our shared Malibu home that we sold in the break up. This place was always predominantly his.

Speaking of Harry, finally he looks up from his phone, he had been biting at his cuticles probably worrying, panicking. He tucks his phone in his back pocket and walks over to the rest of us. Paula instantly pulls him down for a hug, she always loved him.

“Harry!” She sighs.

He lets out a soft laugh and bends down to hug her short stature. We make eye contact a few times, but never say anything.

“I wish this was under different circumstances.” Paula whispers, even though we still all catch it.

“No hug? Harry teases Jordan. They were never close but at least he’s attempting to lighten the mood. Harry is probably the last person on this planet that she wants to hug.

“I’m not your biggest fan right now.” Jordan sighs, her steel cold gaze returns. I bite back a smirk over how protective she can be sometimes.

“Y/n, I-” Harry starts, finally turning his full attention to me.

“Y/n!” A louder voice cuts him off, I glance over his shoulder to see Gemma getting up from the couch in the living room, Anne close behind.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you!” She pulls me in for a hug, her arms pulling me in tight, as if to make up for the months of nearly no contact.

“I’ve missed you too, Gem.” I tighten my grip around her.

Anne appears in my line of vision now, smiling softly. I release my grip on Gemma and she does the same, Anne taking her place.

“You’ll get through this, darling.” She whispers softly as she rubs her hand up and down my back. Her words bring tears to my eyes. I’ve tried to not let myself be sad about this. I’ve only felt anger, but hugging Anne has opened the floodgates. “You’re strong.”

“I need to freshen up.” I clear my throat, Anne pulls back and smiles.

No one says a word as I excuse myself to the closest guest bathroom. I wash my face with cold water and take a few deep breaths trying to prepare myself somewhat for what I have to go out there and face. I open the door and notice Harry leaning against the wall across from the door.

“Hi.” He picks his head up, no longer staring at the ground.”

“Hi.” I say back.

“Y/n I am so sorry. I had no clue any of this would happen. If I had known-”

“Why did you keep the pictures Harry?” I ask, I want answers not apologies. He’s still Harry and I know he’s feeling so much guilt right now.

“I don’t really know.” He shrugs, “I wasn’t being pervy with them, wasn’t keeping them for any indecent reason. They were just another memory that I didn’t want to lose. I didn’t delete any of the pictures.”

I can’t think of a response which is fine because Jeff calls for both of us to join them. We sit down at the table along with a few unfamiliar faces. As soon as we do they dive into the details, talking about how somehow Harry’s iCloud was hacked and that meant they had access to all photos.

“Well why are my pictures the only ones out there? It’s his phone that got hacked!” I yell.

“We don’t know.” Jordan answers, “We don’t know what else they got either. If they have more that they’re waiting to sell.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Harry mutters, rubbing over his eyes.

“Well Harry, got anything else I should worry about? Or any other girls you should warn?” I turn to look at him, a flash of red creeps up his neck and hangs around on his cheeks. It was a low blow, but it slips out before I can stop it.

“There’s no one else.” Harry answers, “And for other pictures I don’t know to be completely honest.

“Well, it might help for us to get an idea of what else could be out there. We should try and get an idea of what else the two of you have.” Jeff's words make me look to Anne, now it’s my turn to blush but she isn’t phased by any of it so far.

“Well it could be worse.” A man from Harry’s team states as he shuts his lap top, leaning in to join the conversation.

“How so?” Gemma prompts crossing her arms over her chest.

“Any publicity is good-”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence.” I cut off the man before he can continue. “You can’t talk. You can’t say any publicity is good publicity. Not until your body is trending on Twitter. Not until everyone with social media has seen your body, talked about it, and used it. Not until you have to call your parents and tell them you’re sorry and to stay away from phones for a while. Not until your body is no longer your body.”

The chair loudly scrapes against the floor as I stand up. I can’t sit here at the table and listen to them talk about it like it’s not as huge as it is. Because to them this is work, to me it’s my real life. I make my way towards the back porch. It’s always been one of my favorite spots. It’s got the best view of the garden.

I trust Jordan for decisions on this. She knows me well enough after all of these years together. They’ll run anything else past me, but I don’t need to be in there while they attempt damage control.

I sit down on the outdoor couch and pull my legs up to my chest. It’s peaceful for a few minutes and I just let myself bask in it. I could probably fall asleep if I tried, jet lag and all. It’s soft, but still loud enough for me to hear the door open. I turn to see Harry just standing there, trying not to invade my bubble while still giving me my space.

“C’mon.” I nod to the spot beside me. There’s no point in being mad anymore. What’s done is done. I will always love Harry more than the drama.

He shuffles over and takes a seat. A slow fog rolls in as it slowly gets darker.

“Do you ever miss it?” His voice quiet and steady. I don’t have to ask to know he’s talking about our relationship.

“Harry, we dated for three years, of course I’m going to miss that. Now what’s got you all sentimental? See those pictures and remember how good of a lay I am?” I tease bumping his shoulder with mine, with a smirk. He lets out an airy laugh, easing the tension.

“No, even before these past few days.” He finally looks over at me, tearing his eyes away from the yard, “I always miss you.”

“Harry.” I sigh. “We both agreed. We were both touring, we never even saw each other. And when we weren’t we were stuck in the studio. Different studios I might add.”

“Isn’t rarely seeing each other better than never?”

His question hangs in the air, both of us leaving it unanswered.

“I don’t know, Harry.” I answer after several minutes. The sun dips below the horizon, and my head dips down to his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

I don’t know how long we sit like that. The sun is gone now, and the breeze actually feels cold, but Harry’s arm is heavy and warm around my shoulder.

The door suddenly opens causing both of our heads to perk up. It’s Gemma with the smallest smile on her face.

“They’re asking for you guys in there.”

“Ready, love?” Harry stands, holding out a hand to pull me up with him.

“Well it’s now or never.”

part two? let me know what you guys think

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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S/O Overworks Herself ~ Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, Masamune

Exam session is draining me to hell, I need a break, and 12-16h of studying per day and no sleep ( thx insomnia ) ain’t fun...

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MITSUHIDE AKECHI

I mean, this guy is a functional mess too

Masamune mentioned on multiple occasions that Mitsuhide forgets to take care of his basic needs so he has to bring him food and lowkey force him to stop working and eat and drink

But that all changes as soon as he sees you’re doing the exact same thing as he is

Not that he would ever admit it, per se

But he cares and loves you more than he ever loved and will ever love anything and anyone in this world

Especially himself

So you, neglecting yourself???

Unforgivable

Will literally pick you up from your work desk and bring you outside, to a nice tea house that serves delicious warm food as well and will order all your favourite food

Doesn’t matter if you can’t eat everything in one go, he’s more than happy to take everything home

At least he knows he has good things to feed you

Also, if you think you can get away with working past the sleepy-sleepy time...You are wrong

He will make sure to hide all candles and will get you with him in the futon so you won’t be able to escape his cuddles

Will definitely tease you for being such a diligent and hardworking little bunny, especially if you protest to him stopping you from your work

Albeit, you know he’s right, but you still need to make sure everything is done perfectly, without even a speck of taint

In a very sweet and comforting voice - Something he doesn’t use too often - He will tell you that he’s concerned about your health and only wants what’s best for you

Really, he wants you to live a long life by his side, and what he’s most afraid of is for you to die before him, since he knows he’ll grieve for the rest of his days and it will mess him up big time

And while yes, habits are difficult to break, you’ll at least be more considerate of your work ethics and routines

But you’ll also keep tabs on his overworking

Despite him literally taking care of a whole country

Mitsu is more important to you than anything else in this world

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NOBUNAGA ODA

There’s NOTHING and I mean absolutely NOTHING that will stand between you and your health

Nobunaga is a stubborn ruler and he is a man who always does as he pleases, as long as he knows it’s beneficial for everyone

And, without a doubt, you being in top form is beneficial to you, his most beloved Princess

He half-wishes you’d just stay around and play with make up and play cards, play an instrument for him or dance for or with him

But he knows very well that doing just that is boring as all hell, and would go insane if he had to be put in that position

And he wouldn’t want his beloved firecracker to lose her spark

So he gives you the easier tasks that he does so you’d feel good about being there for him and helping him out with any little thing you can

Nobunaga feels his heart swell with pride whenever he sees you working so passionately just to help him out, and he will show you off and boast about how amazing his Princess is to literally everyone, on every single occasion

But the line is drawn when he sees you working more than him, staying all night to read books to get more informed about said topics, your skin paling, getting subtle dark circles around your eyes, and overall being more quiet because you’re exhausted physically and mentally, but also because you’re so focused on your work

No, no, no, my baby won’t be subjected to such slavery!

May actually lowkey make Mitsunari work more so he would make sure to spend more time with you outside of the castle, on picnic dates, to the theater, maybe a hot spring escapade or just walking around through the flowery fields nearby

He obviously has the best chefs to cook for him, so whether you want it or not, you will have to eat at fixed hours and sleep at fixed hours, the same as him, so you won’t feel that you’re not equal to him, or that he’s a hypocrite.

Will compliment and thank you for everything you’re doing, but will also kiss your forehead and almost beg you to take better care of yourself because he wants you to see him achieve the unification of Japan and he needs you by his side

Because your bright smile can help him fight anything in his path

So, from then on, he’d have you do things that don’t require too much dwelling, or that you can go around shopping, get yourself a nice thing too, or visiting some of the other warlords that you made friends with - Anything to get you out in the fresh air and warm sun

And he’d claim that he wants you to play card games with him, or that he wants to see your make up skills...

Or maybe even that he just wants to lay his head in your lap while you stroke his hair and hum a pretty pretty melody of love to him

Because he can’t stand how tragic and heartbreaking most of the songs are

And he loves you too much to ever allow anything to make his daring Princess sad

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MASAMUNE DATE

Awwww, his lovely little kitten wants to spend more time with him so she decided to help him out with work~?

That’s the most lovely thing you could do!

Albeit, he may or may not just keep you on his lap, his chin resting on your head, one arm around you while with the other he writes whatever document he has to do

Then again, he’d also like to just stay there and watch you write what he tells you to write, just to admire your calligraphy

Oh, did I mention that he also had you write his name oh-so-beautifully on a scroll that he hung in his room?

But this kind of work isn’t exactly what he does too often, his expertise being in the physical field, training troops and all that

And after the many incidents that put you in danger so many times before when you were taken as a lucky charm on the battlefield...

He would make sure you are very well trained - By HIS standards - And he has high standards

But he’s never tough on you, since you’re his woman and he has such a soft spot for his little kitten

You can see, however, that he’s still worried, so in between the work you do from home, you go to the forest nearby to train and train and train until you can’t anymore

It doesn’t take Masamune long to realise what is going on, especially when he sees how overly exhausted you are, and how you basically fall flask in his arms like you have no energy in you

Which you don’t

So, instead of letting you train by yourself with no idea about what training ethics are, or how you should be training, he would come to the place where you’re training and bring you the heavenly food and tea he prepared for you and will properly instruct you on what to do and how much

Because overworking your mind and body actually works in your disadvantage

So he convinces you to live a healthier life style by taking everything in moderation, while also having a ton of fun

All while being together, because he wants to his kitten to laugh and be happy

If he ever sees that you’re even the littlest bit tired, he will pick you up bridal style, or put you on his back, get you home and it’s time for snacks and cuddles!

Also, more often than not, he will come up with intricate ‘training’ methods, including playing in the river, going horse-riding through the forest, crafting things, practicing archery, climbing trees and so many more

Because, in the end, no matter how scared he is of somehow losing you to the war, you’re still his beloved and would never be able to treat you like a soldier

You’re his cute little kitten and he will protect you no matter what

So keep on having your claws stuck in his clothes, and he will never let go either

#ikemen sengou #ikemen sengoku imagine #ikemen sengoku x reader #nobunaga oda #nobunaga oda x reader #nobunaga oda imagine #masamune date imagine #masamune date #masamune date x reader #mitsuhide akechi #mitsuhide akechi x reader #mitsuhide akechi imagine #ikesen #ikesen x reader #ikesen imagine

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Ooh what’s the headcanon for frank tennyson you mentioned in the tags in that one post??

okay so forgive the delay in answering but i wanted to rewatch the single episode we ever saw frank in (What Are Little Girls Made Of, aka the one where we first see verdona) just so i could be sure i had my facts straight lol

ANYWAY this is actually gonna be a two part answer, but ill put the headcanons in a list and then ill put more of an analysis (not really an analysis because i dont have time but more of a rambling of my thoughts lol) under a readmore

- i cant remember if its canon that frank is a lawyer or not. i feel like i remember it being mentioned in canon once but im not positive. so if thats not canon then thats the headcanon

- following that, lawyers work long hours; frank probably isnt at home very often (and we also know this because he only shows up in One. Single. Episode), opting instead to work late at the office.

- my guess is that natalie is more of the disciplinarian both because of his long house but also because natalie is more uptight than frank is. frank has to be some measure of Not Uptight by virtue of his upbringing with verdona (if he were completely rigid in all things he Would Have Snapped at this point)

basically frank just isnt in gwens life as often as would be best. i am NOT absolving him of the blame, he 100% should have told gwen of their alien heritage and took more of an interest in her life, but theres only so much time in the day i guess and at the end of it if your only daughter is healthy and seemingly happy, theres only so much you can do.

- also my last headcanon (that does not in any way relate to the previous headcanons) is that frank (and carl and ken and ben) DOES have anodite energy locked away inside of him, but that anodite dna is dormant... until its given a reason not to be. (remember, frank can sense when verdona is around even when shes invisible, despite, in verdonas words, ‘not having the spark’

gwen was able to learn magic and use powers BECAUSE she was exposed to high levels of magic (hex and charmcaster fights when she was 10, along with the charms of bezel) and also high levels of STRESS (literally her entire life). frank and carl were both kept in the dark about max being a plumber; they both knew he had a double life but they werent sure what it was (carl says this in the episode Grounded, the one where bens parents find out about the omnitrix). frank and carl all told have a pretty calm life, even when they were kids, and despite being around verdona and her mana for some of the time (i imagine she was still just a free spirited then, and probably especially as they got older and were more capable of taking care of themselves, she probably stayed around less and less until she finally left them). if they were put under a high level of stress and a more constant stream of mana, then they would unlock their powers. frank has gwen around, but low stress. carl has decidedly more stress (remember the highbreed fight? also his son is literally the most famous, and most sought after person in the galaxy), but a lower stream of mana. i imagine the omnitrix probably lcoks down the anodite dna so it can keep the human dna sample (ben) as close to human as possible. ken, now in college, has zero mana stream near him, but a relatively high amount of stress (both the dnalien attack and also, just, college). i imagine he might unlock his powers if he were to ever become a plumber and spend more time with gwen.

when i rewatched the episode, one of the things that stood out to me was frank commenting on not being allowed into gwens room for ‘quite some time.’ thats pretty normal for a teen, but then we remember that gwen has been studying magic for the last five years, since she was ten, so i think thats probably originally when she stopped letting him into her room, so that she could hide her spellbooks and magical artifacts etc. BUT we also know that frank is the one that she invites into her room and the one she tells about meeting with verdona. she DOESNT invite natalie into the room, despite natalie being just downstairs. gwen trusts her dad more than her mom and believes he wont dismiss her concerns (he does dismiss her magic ‘hobby’ but then goes on to explain that there is no such thing as magic, just aliens, so im willing to let that one slide) .

frank smiles when gwen talks about possibly going with verdona, then frowns when natalie talks about ‘wishing [gwen] had taken after [natalies] side of the family’, but then smiles when gwen talks about going again, and says they wont stand in her way. more than anything, including his interactions with verdona, this tells me he (and natalie) have been thinking on this for a long time. he says he and natalie had both thought gwen wasnt an anodite since she hadnt shown any sign of the spark by alien force, but my guess is that, like his mother leaving for anodyne as soon as carl and frank were out of the house (probably late teens or early 20s), he expected that if gwen WERE to be an anodite, she would follow the same path. gwen, however, is sad that they ‘wont stand in her way’.

gwen needs to feel like shes wanted around. her parents arent telling her to go, but they arent telling her to stay; same with ben. later in the episode, gwen talks about loving her life, but she specifically mentions crime fighting and hobbies, not bringing up family. she isnt as close with her parents as she could/should be, same for them with her.

theres a few things throughout the episode (usually done or said by verdona) that hint at the type of life frank had growing up. verdona talks multiple times about frank not having the spark, even saying ‘there was nothing [she] could do’ in regards to him at one point. verdona refuses to listen to gwen not wanting to leave at first, dismissing it as a tantrum. she outright says that 16 is too young to make up a mind. verdona is curt with kevin because he isnt an energy being, and doesnt really care for anything ben has to say because hes the same way. once she left, verdona hadnt visited the family for ‘quite some time’, presumably ever since ben and gwen were born, and once she noted they werent anodites, she left again.

basically, frank (and carl) grew up with a dad with a double life (which they knew about but were NEVER told the NATURE of, not until they forcibly found out during af) and a freespirited mother who seems hung up on her children not being what she wants them to be, and who left as soon as she could. frank, i imagine, probably had to take care of carl a lot as the older brother, especially with a flighty mother around. frank doesnt seem to harbor any hard feelings towards verdona, but seems to take it more as a ‘this is the way she is, there is no changing it’ sort of way. so i guess frank is more used to having to go with the flow than anything else

(this isnt a jab at verdona - she was away from her home planet and her people, she and her husband were growing apart, and neither of her children were like her; she was effectively alone and i dont necessarily blame her for wanting to leave. granted, i still think she was probably in the wrong more than in the right, but still.)

listen im SO sorry this is so jumbled i wanted to organize it better but its 7 am and i havent slept yet lol

#ben 10 #blue talks #man i know i should individually tag all the rest of the series but im just not feeling it lol #frank tennyson #vreedleedleedle

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Viego Rant (villainy and character design and tragedy and all that jazz)

Introduction The more I think about Viego, League of Legends’ newest character, the more enamored I am with him as a villain (unrelated to his general sexiness, though that does tie in with what makes him such a good villain).

I’ve seen a lot of complaints about his design. The Ruined King, one of the greatest threats in Runeterra, the progenitor of the Shadow Isles, the lord of the undead, is finally released as a playable champion and he looks like this:

People were expecting another Mordekaiser (who is similarly an undead king with a ghost army), a lich-tyrant clad in iron, decayed flesh peeling from an aged face. What we got was an angsty anime prettyboy, and it was infinitely better than the alternatives.

Lore Viego isn’t a conquering king. While his combat abilities are indeed badass, his personality is far from it. He’s a whiny brat and that’s incredible. He isn’t bent on world domination. His character arc revolves around just how human, how fallible he really is. For those unfamiliar with his lore, I’ll paraphrase it here:

Viego was the second son of a great king. Overshadowed by his brother and with no expectations upon him and near-limitless wealth, he wandered around being an idiot fuckboy for the vast majority of his formative years. Disaster struck when his brother died in an accident, and Viego took the throne with no training, no experience, and no desire to be king. He was a shitty king. The worst king. Just all-around apathetic. Gave zero shits. Can you blame him? It’s a lot of responsibility to be thrust upon someone who isn’t much more than a child, and with no preparation. He didn’t care about anything, that is, until he met Isolde. She was a poor seamstress, but he fell in love with her upon their first meeting. Together they ruled the country but it was really just them staring longingly into each others’ eyes. His allies were kinda fucking pissed about that, and one day an assassin came from Viego. The assassin fucked up and stabbed Isolde instead, and the poison on the blade made her fall gravely ill. As she lay in her bed, slowly dying, Viego went mad seeking a cure. He ravaged the land seeking any knowledge that might help, pouring all of his money into finding an antidote. He failed. As a last resort, he brought Isolde’s body to the Blessed Isles, a place rumored to be able to resurrect the dead. It worked, to an extent. Isolde’s wraith, confused, afraid, and angry at being ripped from the peace of death, unthinkingly stabbed Viego in the chest with his own magic sword, creating basically a magic nuke that turned the Blessed Isles into the domain of the undead. Viego resurrected as the king of the Shadow Isles some time later, having totally forgotten that Isolde killed him. He controls a big-ass ghost army, could probably beat up any living thing in a fight, and has evil ghost magic. Now this stupid simp wants his wife back and if he has to kill every living thing on Runeterra, well, anything for his queen. He’s even a tier 3 sub to her Twitch.

Music His musical theme isn’t some heavy metal anthem or intense cinematic piece (unlike the Pentakill song named after his sword, Blade of the Ruined King). It’s mostly sad and slow, almost sinister, with a piano and a music box. It has its loud moments featuring violins and choral bits like any villainous music, but the song is mostly subtle. It is a banger though.

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In the comments section of this video, someone pointed out that the music reflects his story from beginning to end:

Everything about this champion is so well done. Riot Games really outdid themselves on this one. Bravo, encore please.

Motivation While the Mordekaiser circlejerkers on r/LeagueofLegends won’t shut the fuck up about how powerful Mordekaiser is, Viego is the better villain. Mordekaiser may be a bigger threat to all life on Runeterra, but Viego is a better character. (There’s a guy on my League discord server who won’t shut up about Mordekaiser so forgive me for being pissed at Morde stans).

Mordekaiser is motivated by a desire for control, to rule the world. Viego is motivated by obsession and misplaced love. There aren’t a lot of Mordekaisers on Earth. Supervillains are rare in real life. But Viego’s motivations are a lot closer to home. People in positions of power that they don’t deserve can do a lot of harm (for example: Trump).

He’s a grieving husband who was never prepared to deal with anything more difficult than choosing what wine to drink with dinner, who is trying to get his wife back because the world had always complied to his every whim. He’s a funky mix between a truly hopeless romantic and a spoiled brat throwing a temper tantrum.

Obsession is scary. It’s a real-world emotional state that’s been the cause of a lot of murders over mankind’s history. In contrast, Mordekaiser’s cartoonish Genghis Khan XXL schtick isn’t something that we encounter often. Of course a superpowered ultradictator would be worse for the world, but if you give ultimate power to a random person, you’re more likely to get someone like Tighten from Megamind. Or, more relevantly, Viego.

Design His design is sexy and stupid, just like him. He wears an open shirt into battle and wields his sword like an idiot (I’ve seen all the rants about how that’s not how that sword is meant to be used) because he was never really a warrior. Even at his most violent, right before the end of his mortal life, he didn’t do much combat himself, leaving his military endeavors to his underlings. Even now that he’s essentially a god, he still has a colossal wraith army that causes far more devastation than he ever could personally.

Despite his slim build (by League of Legends standards), he easily wields his colossal sword because of the strength of his state of undeath. Like his political power when he was alive, his posthumous magical and physical powers were never something he sought out, they were just given to him by circumstance.

The big cool-ass triangle hole in his chest where Isolde stabbed him is the source of the Black Mist, which is evil ghost mist that ebbs and flows from the Shadow Isles, bringing with it hordes of the undead. The sadder Viego is, the more Mist he creates. Poetically, his invasion of the world is inspired by his sorrow at his wife’s death and enabled by his wife’s reluctance to return to him. His story is perfectly reflected by his design.

Isolde Isolde’s spirit took up residence inside a young Senna (who’s another League champion, not particularly important here). This led to some Black Mist-related shenanigans and at least for the time being, Senna uses Isolde’s power to fight off the servants of Viego which threaten all life on Runeterra.

It seems pretty clear that whatever love Isolde felt for Viego is gone by now. Whether or not she ever loved him or was just unable to say no to the king is up for debate, but I’d like to believe there was something there. In my opinion, Viego’s story hits harder if they really were a great couple at first, torn apart by circumstance and obsession.

Much like the Maiden of the Woods in that one comic that circulates around here, to whom the knight gave his heart and she was like “yo what the fuck i literally never asked you to do this,” Viego went a little too far in trying to save her. They may have once been happy, but the Ruined King ruined his own life, too.

Unless Isolde is a lot less morally decent than we’ve been led to believe, I doubt she can forgive all the massacring that her husband’s been doing lately. In the recent cinematic, she was shown to be pretty anti-Viego. Maybe she’ll get a bastardization arc, but it certainly seems unlikely.

All of Season 2021 is based around Viego, Isolde, and the Shadow Isles, so we’ll just have to see what comes next. It’s possible that we’ll get Isolde as a playable champion, which should clear a lot of things up.

Final Thoughts Unlike so many villains, he’s not fueled by rage or hatred, but rather by sorrow. He’s stuck in his past, unable to move on. He regrets the actions of his life but is set on his course now. The sunk-cost fallacy comes into play here; he’s put so much time and effort and blood into bringing back Isolde, that turning away from it would feel to him like an insult, not only to her but to the innocent lives he’s taken in her name.

His tale is a tragedy, a love story gone horrifically wrong. Viego has suffered throughout his thousand-year life. Despite this, he’s undoubtedly the villain. His permanent death would be a net positive for the world. In has rage and grief he’s destroyed multiple civilizations, and will burn down the world to get Isolde back.

His heart may be in the wrong place, but it’s in a very human place. I don’t think he’ll get the ending he’s looking for, but I hope he finds some closure in the end.

#League of Legends #viego #i swear no one's gonna read this #even if you dont care about League i tried to make this interesting #even if you don't like League as a game the lore is pretty fucking solid

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The X-Men and the member they lost - Chapter 7

Summary: The X-Men are finally back home, but there is much to talk about and a long road to go before everything goes back to normal. If they ever do.

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,

Chapter 7: Grief and bonding

The X-men stared at the speedster in stunned silence as he stopped in front of them. Wanda was avoiding their gaze, obviously ashamed. She spoke with Charles, the telepath trying to see if she would be a good fit at the school.

“I want you to understand, Ms. Maximoff, that the last time we spoke you seemed very keen on keeping your world. While I understand why you did it, I expect you to find a better way to cope than… this.” He said, motioning to the town around them.

The woman nodded. “Yes, you’re right. It never should have come to this.” She quickly glanced at Peter with glassy eyes, “for what it’s worth, I never meant to bring him here. I was just so sad that my boys would never meet their uncle… I suppose my powers acted without me realizing.”

The wheelchair bound man slowly nodded his head in understatement before agreeing that it was better that she’d go with them. Erik had to agree. He might not have been thrilled about having his son’s captor living with them, but with this world and the lack of mutants; it was certain her future would be bleak. Government officials were already coming in, just waiting for an opening to take the woman away. Being stuck in isolation, unable to use their powers other than the occasional scientists’ visits was something he wished on no one. Plus, he could see how much Peter wanted her by his side. He’d tolerate her presence, for his son.

They marched through the portal, this time it was a lot faster and easier on the mind. Erik felt slightly nauseous, but it went away quickly. He noticed with a smirk how amazed Charles had been at the ease Wanda created an interdimensional portal. The school was overjoyed at seeing everyone back in one piece. The students flocked Peter with greetings and questions. Though it was the professor who took most of the questions. The speedster was apparently still a little confused about what had happened. The students were all wondering who Wanda was. The group settled on saying that she was a powerful mutant who had accidentally lost her way. Erik could see that the professor didn’t want to scare anyone.

Jean, Scott and Ororo suddenly ran to Peter and squeezed him in their arms. They were all laughing in relief, telling him how glad they were to have him back. Peter was... uncharacteristically quiet. He who was always babbling could barely keep up with all the attention. Erik could see him starting to fidget and anxiously looking around. Finally, the crowd of people seemed to be satisfied with the few answers they got and started to leave the group alone. Charles took the other members of the X-men with him, probably to fill them in on what had happened. Wanda stayed by herself, looking disoriented as ever. Hank offered to give her a tour, which she accepted after sharing an anxious glance with Peter. Soon enough, they were gone, leaving father and son together. The metal bender walked over and gently put a hand on his shoulder. He could see how nervous he was. “Hey, are you okay?” The speedster looked at him and nodded, “oh, yeah... just tired. It’s been a while.” Right. He had been in a small town living with four other people for who knows how long. Of course, coming back to a manor full of overexcited children would be overwhelming. “How long was it? For you?” He seemed lost in thoughts for a few seconds before he shook his head. “I’m not exactly sure. I’d say a few days, but it felt longer than that.”

They walked together to an empty room, where they could talk in peace. The sun was just setting, bathing the room in a soft glow. They sat opposite of one another, neither of them talking for nearly a minute.

“So… you’re my dad,” finally spoke up Peter. He chuckled to himself, “you know, I imagined this conversation a thousand time and yet I have no idea what to say right now.”

“Well, I know,” he smiled at his son, “thank you for releasing me from the Pentagon.”

Peter seemed a bit flustered at the sudden recognition, but a wide grin soon adorned his face. “Ah, it was nothing. Ask Charles or Hank, I literally did it for fun.”

Erik smirked in amusement; the speedster really was something. He wasn’t sure what he could tell him. It was no doubt his mother told him about their lineage, so she probably told him how they met. He probably knew most of his life story whereas he didn’t know much about him.

“Tell me about you?” he asked him. “I’ve missed so much of your life; I’d like to know you properly.”

Peter hummed, probably trying to decide what to say. “Uh… What do you know? Just so I have a starting point.”

“Well, thanks to Charles, I know that your real name is Pietro, and that you had a twin, but I don’t know much else.” He knew, of course about the Pentagon break and about En Sabah Nur, but he had left the mansion too quickly to learn anything else about him.

The speedster seemed taken aback by the mention of his true name, but quickly masked his surprise with an awkward grin. “Right… well first off, I don’t really use Pietro. It’s, uh, it’s what Wendy used to call me. She never really accepted to call me Peter other than in public and she’s, uh, she’s been gone for awhile, and I try to not think about it so much. So, I hope you don’t get too offended. I mean, that’s why I never mentioned it to anyone else before, cause I prefer Peter anyway; I’m trying to keep that part of my past in the past and-“

“It’s alright,” said Erik, interrupting his rambling. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll use Peter.”

That seemed to satisfy the young man, who visibly relaxed in his chair before changing the subject. “Thanks. Anyway, I didn’t really do much, just a year ago I still lived in my mother’s basement and stole anything I wanted.” He looked around him before grinning. “You know, the explosion that destroyed the mansion?” Erik nodded, him and Jean had taken quite a few days the rebuild the whole thing. They had both needed a few days of recovery after using their powers for such an extensive and detailed task. “Well, I’m the one that saved everyone from the explosion. They were all saved without any whiplash.“ His face suddenly darkened, “except for Scott’s brother. He was already vaporized by the time I got inside.”

The speedster continued his rambling for a few minutes, Erik nodding along and trying to keep up. He was glad that Peter was finally back to himself. The conversation turned to what had happened in Westview and he simply had to ask.

“Charles told me your mutation gave you protection against telepath.”

“Sure does!” he answered, knocking on his head twice with a smug grin. “No telepath goin’ in there any time soon. My thoughts are sealed.”

He might not have known much about his son, but he was well aware that he was trying to deflect the subject. “Yes… well I wanted to ask because we never got a real explanation. How did you end up with the necklace? How did it even work on you?”

Peter’s fingers unconsciously brushed against his neck as his eyes became distant. “Agnes… she, uh, she had this freaky book that told her how to deal with people like me. She said there had to be a physical object with the spell, so it could keep up with me.”

Erik hummed as he put his hands under his chin, it was a start, but there had to be more. “She didn’t do anything else?”

“Well, the spell was painful. It’s hard to explain, but I was trapped in my worst memories until it found an opening and it could take control of me. Definitely not something I’d recommend.”

Peter kept fidgeting as he recalled the events, so Erik decided to stop asking about it. Perhaps a happier subject would help. “Tell me about the twins, they seemed nice.”

A smile grew on Peter’s lips and Erik knew that he had hit the right spot. The speedster started talking about how amazing they were and how much fun they’d had. He gleamed as he recalled helping the younger speedster with video games and how he had teased them about stealing all their candies. And while he now felt bad about it, the teamwork they had done to deal with Kurt and Raven was something he felt particularly proud about; going as far as to refer to them as ‘mini X-Men in training’. That made them both smiles.

They talked for a very long time; the clock was nearing midnight. Erik could see his son starting to doze off and he let him sleep while he went to grab a book. He hadn’t been in Wanda’s world for long and he himself felt drained, he couldn’t imagine how tired his son must have been. He had been reading for about twenty minutes when a sudden gush of air made him look up to the now empty chair. He heard movements in the kitchen and decided to join him on his midnight snack. Peter was reaching into multiple cupboards, fixing himself what looked to be sugary cereals and various other things. With the quantity of food, he was taking out, he must have been very hungry.

“Are you alright?” Erik asked as the silver blur kept going around the kitchen.

“Sure am!” he answered, not looking at him. “Just needed a quick meal, I did that all the time when I was with Wanda.” He opened the doors to where the various dishes were and turned his head slightly to the side. “Now boys, what I’m about to show you is the ultimate combo-“ The speedster stopped himself before he could finish his sentence. He slowly turned to Erik with pained eyes and looked around.

“Peter?”

His son seemed like a shell of himself as he ever so slowly put down what he was holding. His eyes scanned the counter that held too much food, even for him, before he looked back at the man with teary eyes. “I, uh, I have to go.”

Before he could protest, Erik was alone in the kitchen. The food was back to where it had been, but the speedster hadn’t touched the dishes he had just taken out. The metal bender sighed as he realized his son had taken out 3 bowls. There would certainly be a long road ahead before Peter could heal from his grief.

***

Peter was glad to be back, he truly was.

He got his team back, his mind back and his father knew about him and accepted him even with his rotten luck concerning family. Nothing had felt better than having his friends jumping on him and telling him how glad they were to have him back between two laughs. Then the overdue discussion he had with his dad had been great. He really couldn’t ask for a better ending. However, his life in Westview had been so unique, so unlike anything he’d ever known before. There wasn’t the fear of being discovered because Wanda had made sure that they could use their powers without people staring. And there was no constant threat, save from Agnes, but they didn’t know at the time. Most of all, he felt complete. The overwhelming grief he had felt ever since Wendy had died wasn’t present because his twin was with him. She had never left in the first place. And he not only had his sister with him, but she was also married. Sure, her choice of husband was strange but who was he to judge? Vision had been pleasant company, even though they hadn’t talked much.

Then... then there were the boys. He had never thought himself as parental figure material. Hell, he was older than most student, but could still fit in better than most. He wasn’t exactly the most mature person. Still, he never thought he’d be a good role model. Then, he got into Wanda’s freaky tv show where he was the cool uncle that messed around with his nephews. He could play with them and do all the mischief his heart desired. He loved them and they loved him. Nothing felt as freeing as running through the crowd at Halloween, stealing candies, smashing pumpkins, and covering everyone in silly string. Then, the twins developed powers. The joy he felt when he saw Tommy suddenly breaking into superspeed mode made every happy moment in his life seem bleak.

He and Wendy had grown up thinking they were unique, anomalies even. Then, she had died, and Peter thought he was alone. Until Charles, Hank and the claw guy had found him and asked him break out his father. He was happy to find that he wasn’t the only one with powers, he simply wished Wendy could have known as well. Then he moved to the mansion, where there were so many mutants. He felt at home. Yet, he never really was able to make connections with anyone, their world was simply too slow for him. But that wasn’t the case with Tommy. The twin was able to keep up with him and see the world at his pace. When they played games, he didn’t have to go agonizingly slow to give him time to react. When they wanted to go somewhere, they just went there while having a conversation, the child wasn’t frozen or in need to be moved. He just kept up with him. Peter, or Pietro as he had called himself, had loved taking out the soldiers with him, telling him what to do and working with Tommy like he had never done before. Him, Wanda, Vision, and the twins. They had been an unstoppable team and he truly believed that they would be together forever. Until they weren’t. He still remembered the panic he felt when the boys had started to fall apart as Wanda was freeing everyone. His mind had been jumping between his chill persona and the real him breaking through. It wasn’t fun.

He had meant to have a better talk with Wanda, but life at the mansion was always busy. Well, that and the fact that they didn’t really speak when they found themselves together. They felt contempt just sitting in silence and watching a movie together. It was clear neither of them was ready to speak about what they had lost. There was the occasional reference to something Vision or the twins would have liked, but even that was too much sometimes. Instead, they got to know each other. Wanda had been shocked when he told her that his real name was Pietro, and he could just tell that she saw her true brother for a second. One big difference between him and Wanda was that he had lost Wendy at 16, while she had lost her Pietro at 26. Peter hadn’t exactly dealt with her death, but he had learned to cope with the pain. Wanda only had a few years, and the wound was still pretty fresh.

One night a few weeks after they came back, Wanda had suddenly stopped the movie and turned to him. “What did Agatha do to you? When you went for repairs?”

Peter was confused for a second before concluding that the witch had probably used a fake name when she came in the town. “Not much to be honest. She did some freaky magic to suspend me in the air and basically blackmailed me.” He looked at her with a frown. “But you knew that. What did she to do you to make you so worried about me?”

The redhead squeezed the hot cocoa mug she was holding. “She made me revisit everything that made me create Westview. My parent’s death, my brother’s death, Hydra’s experimentation, and my encounter with Vision’s body. And we revisited the night I woke you up and…” She didn’t complete her sentence. Wanda was staring off in the distance as she recalled the intervention. “She threatened to hurt you and the boys if I didn’t cooperate. I also feared she might have done a similar thing to you.”

Peter thought back at the dreaded moment the witch had threatened his nephews and the confusion he felt when she spoke about why she menaced them and not him. “Nah, apparently your magic protected me, so she couldn’t really do anything. The rugrats were the real targets.”

Wanda pressed her lips together in a sad smile and nodded. They both stayed silent for a few seconds before she broke the silence. “I miss them.” Peter turned to the redhead; her eyes were fixed to the liquid in her mug. “Vision and the boys, I still have days where I think they’ll just… be there, you know? I imagine that Tommy and Billy are with you and Vision is about to cross the door and wish me a good morning.”

The speedster agreed with her statement, it was hard to keep going in a school full of mutant children without his mind trying to catch a glimpse of his nephews that never really existed in the first place.

“You know,” he started with a smile. “I had never met another person with superspeed before Tommy. Felt nice to not be alone, even for a moment.” His grin faded as he stared at his hands, a burning question on his lips. “If you could, would you go back to Westview?”

She closed her eyes in concentration, momentarily lost in thoughts. She shook her head as she turned to him. “In retrospect, no.” she sighed, “but if I could see them again, without hurting anyone, I would.”

Peter hummed at her answer, he could see the logic in her thinking, of course, but he wasn’t sure he could resist the temptation. Even if it hurt people. Good thing he wasn’t the one that got reality bending powers. She continued the movie once more and they absently watched as they thoughts were consumed by memories of their long gone family.

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