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By Hook or By Crook

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 11.2 k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), CW guns, CW food mention, CW suggestive, CW blood, TW violence, TW death, TW abuse mention, Wild west AU, Cowboy AU.

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CHAPTER 9 >>> CHAPTER 10

Hobie's nightmares are few and far between now that you sleep beside him. But on the rare occasion that it haunts him, it's always horrific. His own mind betrays him, the fog of a nightmarish scene unfolds like theatre curtains; where you're the star, a bleeding, screaming star of the night. It always starts off with you in place of him. Hicks has you in his iron grip, while his men, men that you've known since you were a little girl taunt you with the same disgusting words they threw at him.

He can never forget how your face contorted into a horrified expression when you see Hicks brandishing the knife in front of you. All the while, Hobie stands there, motionless, in place of the same oak tree bearing your name. As if your fate is predestined, your own tombstone carved above the shallow grave they're about to throw you in. It happens just like how he remembered it. Hicks, your own uncle, slices your throat with a cackle; while rain pelts down upon you, drenching your lace dress, mixing in with your blood gushing out of your neck in waves. Thunder and lightning cracks above, and you're thrown into the pit where they bury you alive.

You try to claw your way out, nails digging into the dirt, staining your once soft hands. Gasping for air, Hobie is unable to look away— how could he when he stays rooted on the spot of your tree?

As the storm pours down, your lungs filled with dirt and rain water, he watches as you slowly lose the light behind your eyes; falling limp, chest completely frozen as you stare up at the night sky. Hobie tries to scream, desperately uprooting himself off the soil, but it's not enough. You lay there unblinking, dead before they could cover your whole body with the same earthly soil you once stood upon with him. The last thing you saw was the leaves dancing in the wind, the last thing you saw was him, unable to save you one last time.

You hold him in bed until the trembling stops, you'll hold him forever if need be. Hobie's embracing your middle, face tucked just above your ribs, hiding his red puffy eyes from you while you knead at his nape. Your other hand cradles his elbow, fingers drawing patterns on his skin to calm him down. With every sniffle, you squeeze him tighter against you, and love filled words spilling out of your mouth to comfort him further.

You've told him a hundred times before that it was just a nightmare concocted by his mind that was caused by the trauma he has experienced. But you know that he understands that it isn't real, but you'll tell him a thousand times more to ease his worries because he once told you that it helps. You'll do anything to support him, and maybe one day his nightmares will finally fade away. Until then, you'll hold him and keep him grounded to the present.

His silent sobs have subsided, hand splayed over your stomach to feel your warmth. Dawn is peeking through the light blue curtains you've put up in the shared bedroom. You're surrounded in hues of brilliant blue, as if the sky itself presents itself inside your small bedroom.

The room is sparsely decorated, save for a large wardrobe at the other end of the room. You were too occupied to decorate the house. If you had enough time in between tending to the garden and the house, you'd decorate your home with things you and Hobie love— place photographs of you two, trinkets that remind you of the good days back home; and fill it with shared memories. You promise once everything is settled, you'd put your time and effort in making the place more homely. For now, you'll settle for filling the abode with warmth and your love for eachother.

The almost sheer fabric of the curtains does nothing to shield you from the light, but with the soft blue hue coming from the heavens above, and the cool breeze passing by, blowing the curtains around the sparsely decorated room— it helps him calm down. Hobie feels like he's floating above a cloud with you hugging him, lips pecking gently against the crown of his head with so much love he feels it in his chest. Blossoming, spreading around his limbs, tending to him and comforting him slowly.

You flick your eyes over to him, inadvertently meeting with his own that has been searching for the light behind your eyes. “I think we need ducks.”

Hobie cracks a smile, green eyes lingering on your soft grin. “Why ducks?” His voice is still hoarse so he clears his throat as you continue to massage at his nape. Making sure that he doesn't get a crick in his neck from how he's looking up at you with tender eyes.

“They hunt pests, it'll help the farm.”

“Where'd you learn that?” He humours you, hand cupping your side; such affection could only come from him.

You chuckle while your fingers play with his baby hairs clinging to his nape. “From my books.”

Hobie cuddles closer, nose nudging your stomach. “Buck and Cherry won't like ‘em. Clover might even eat ‘em.”

You snort, tamping down another laugh as if your laughter will disturb the peace when it's the opposite for him. “If we desensitize the horses they'll like them. And I'm sure Clover won't eat the ducks.” Hobie pulls himself up, tear stained cheeks illuminated by the dwindling oil lamp; chin placed on your chest. “We can build a coop for them, then have duck eggs every morning.”

“Have you tried duck eggs before, lovie?” His knuckles brush along your jaw, emerald eyes swimming with emotion. Sometimes you wish you could hear his thoughts so you could do a better job at comforting him. Like he does to you, he's better at that than you.

“I don't think so. Do they taste bad?”

“Nah,” his voice is soft, as if he's whispering secrets only to you. “It tastes the same as regular chicken eggs.”

You reach for his nose, squeezing it once before letting go. “I'll take your word for it, farmer Hobie.”

He chuckles, cheek pressed gently on top of your chest, straining his ear to hear your heartbeat. “‘Farmer Hobie,’ I never thought I'd hear that.”

“Don't like it?” With your thumb, you wipe the remaining tears clinging on his eyelashes. “How about ‘rancher Hobie?’”

“It sounds better than outlaw Hobie. Whatever you want to call me, love.” He pulls himself up more, face tucked in the crook of your neck. You cradle his head, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “I'll be there.”

“Good, you know I don't like waiting.” You joke, eyes slowly closing while you fight a yawn. “We can go back to sleep, Hobs. It's still early.” You feel his presence above you, eyes cracking open, you see him frown. “You okay?”

“'m sorry that we lost all that time together.” He sniffs, inhaling sharply. Eyes finding your own.

You smile, helping him ease up. “It doesn't matter. We have forever now.” Hands cradling his face, you peck his lips then his eyelids as he closes his eyes. It's a simple act, a small one but it wraps his heart in silk and warmth. He feels like that lovelorn boy he left behind a long time ago.

“I need to show you somethin'” He whispers against your lips.

You quirk a brow, lips pursed into a gentle smile. “Okay, show me.” Hobie kisses your cheek before leaning away. The mattress squeaks as he leaves your side, you already feel empty and cold.

You watch as he crouches down on the foot of the bed. There's a scraping noise when he pulls something from underneath. Propping your elbows up, you crane your neck to see what he's doing. Wood scraping against wood, you see him lugging it towards the side of the bed. It's a large wooden trunk that's carved with simple patterns. There's nothing out of the ordinary about it, nothing but metal inlays and a lock where a key would go. Your heart thumps loudly, filled with trepidation as Hobie takes an old rusted key hidden under the bedside table. Crawling towards the edge of the bed, you peek as he opens it.

“Please don't tell me that's where you're hiding your millions.” You joke just as when the smell of old paper akin to weathered books hits your nose. “Oh,” you almost cried at the sight of hundreds of letters piled inside. They all bear his name and yours where the recipient would be. Your letters dwarf next to his own, yours are wrapped in a red ribbon that's placed next to his own pile. “Hobie—”

“I kept it all, I used to write everyday, but I got busy. I never forgot, Y/N. I never forgot you.” You choke back a sob whilst he roams his eyes around the contents of the trunk. His hands reached inside to grab a leather bound book. He finally looks at you, staring at your tear filled eyes. “D’you remember this?” Holding up the book, you smile at the worn out title. You remember the gold painted on it, now it has been worn down from years of it being read.

Heart stuck in your throat, you could only beckon him over back to your side. “Come here please.” You sniff, and he complies. Reaching for your hand as you help him up on the bed. Hobie places himself in-between your legs, back laying on your chest as his hands flip towards the front page of the book. “‘Candide,’ how could I forget?” You wrap your arms around him while your legs are crossed around his waist. You're his personal pillow, you've accepted the role earnestly. “I never asked how you liked it.”

“Your confession trumped how much I liked the book.” Hobie takes your hand to peck the back of it, eyes reading the three words you wrote years ago. “‘I love you,’” he reads the brief inscription you wrote on the front page. It's short, but you'd write it on every wall you encounter, on every surface; carve it on mountains and even the sky itself if you could. “I thought it was as absurd as the book itself.”

You chuckle against the crown of his head, “I remember the way you ran towards me after you saw it.” His lips felt like morning dew against your own that day. It was heaven sent for him and for you.

“This is the only thing I could grab before I had to leave. It was just this, all my savings and the clothes on my back.”

“I'm sorry,” you hide behind his shoulder, sobs wracking your body as he holds onto you tightly. You should've been there, fought harder to be by his side. All you could do now is lament on your grief and longing for time lost.

“Never mind that, it's over now.” Hobie pats your cheek, “the trunk is yours, love. If you want it.”

You peek over his shoulder, blinking at the large amount of letters that would surely have you sobbing even more. “You'd let me read it all?”

“They're all addressed to you. ‘sides, I read all of yours. It's only fair that you read mine.”

You wipe a fallen tear, sniffing while a moment passes in comfortable silence. He senses your feelings, twisting around, he cups your cheek before laying his forehead on your own. “I never blamed you for everythin’ that happened.”

A weight is lifted off your chest, a weight that you never realized was there since you've gotten used to the burden. “I–I never truly hated you for leaving.” Eyes closed, you rub his shoulders, comforting him and yourself at the same time. “I wrote it a hundred times in my letters.”

“I know, I read all of them. Now it's your turn to read all my…” He inhales sharply, letting your scent ground him to the present. “...complicated thoughts.”

“Complicated thoughts comes with loving someone.” Pulling away, you kiss him gently. Hobie has placed his whole heart in your hands, and you intend to keep it safe and tucked right beside your own. Or perhaps you've given him yours years ago.

—

After spending hours in bed, letters in hand and Hobie sleeping soundly next to you; you've only read half of the letters he wrote for you. Some made you quietly weep as he wrote about his struggles in the new world without you by his side. Some have made you laugh with his almost incoherent scribbles, notes that he has written while deep in amber liquid and under the fog of longing. It was almost noon when you two finally decided to leave the comfort of the bed to eat and go about your day to day chores.

Hobie decided to make breakfast for the two of you, or brunch is the better way to put it. After feeding Clover and both horses, you come home to a neatly set table. Bowls of fruit, bread and butter with oatmeal on the side sit prettily inside the new porcelains you bought from town. The table is complete with a red checkered table cloth, and plush roses inside a vase placed in the middle.

You stop in the doorway, watching him whistle a tune as he straightens the utensils. “I love it when you go the extra mile.”

Hobie perks his head up, sun shining on the delight etched on his face. “Can’t help it, love, you're contagious.” He eyes your blue poncho that he gifted to you a while ago. “I spend all this time with you, it's impossible not to catch your flawless manners.” He's already reaching towards you as you close the distance.

You place yourself in his arms, palms flat on his chest. “You make it sound like I gave you an incurable disease.”

Index finger on your jaw, he wipes away sweat from your heated skin. You notice the gun belt around his waist that pokes your hip, you don't mention why he started carrying even in the comfort of your home. You know why he does.

“I don't mind dyin’ from it.” He starts to peck your forehead and then he moves down to your parted lips, but you lean away teasingly before he reaches your waiting lips. With a furrowed brow, he tilts his head questioningly.

“Easy there, cowboy. We just got out of bed.” You reluctantly pull away even though you wanted the kiss as much as he did. Patting his bicep, you walk towards the kitchen to wash your hands.

“What do you mean? It's just a quick snog, love.” He leans on the table with one arm, the other nonchalantly inside his jean pocket. He clearly knows what he's doing to you. Sun rays part around him, bathing him in godly light.

You laugh, looking away before you pounce on him, hands in the water basin as you scrub the grime off your hands. “You said that last time and we didn't get anything done the whole day.”

Shrugging, he pulls the chair away from the table for you. Wood scraping on hardwood, smirk thrown your way. “It was one time. ‘sides, we finished all our chores before the sun went down.”

Drying your hand, you walk back to him. You poke his chest with a chuckle, he feigns hurt, making you laugh even more. “Bucky and Cherry were ignoring us after because their food was late.” Sitting down, you roll your eyes, “and it wasn't just that one time, Hobs.”

Hobie slides the chair back in, quickly kissing the crown of your head before sitting next to you, not at the head of the table like you thought he would the first time you two shared a meal together. You love all the subtle ways he shows you his love without saying the three words.

He gestures between you and him, “combined effort, love.”

You flick his ear, heat settling on your cheeks. “I know, I was there.” mumbling, you grab the pitcher of orange juice to pour one in his glass then over to yours whilst he spreads butter on your bread.

“You love flickin’ my bloody ear.” His arm is comfortably placed over the back of your chair, fingers brushing along the top of your head. “How would you feel if I started flicking your ear, hm?”

Covering your ear, you dramatically gasp. “It's still healing, how dare you?” Despite your words, your smile betrays you.

Hobie chuckles, “you can barely see the scar now, love.”

“It still hurts, sometimes.”

“Wait, really?” The sarcasm goes over his head until you give him a look that says ‘I’m clearly joking.’ He sighs, relief in his viridescent eyes. “You had me, I was about to bring you to the doctor.” The last word doesn't send you spiraling anymore after what happened last time with a certain doctor.

Scooping up a spoonful of oatmeal with blackberries, you bring it to Hobie's mouth. “You're a worrywart, Hobs. And I love you for it, now eat. We have so much to do today.”

Smiling, he clamps his mouth shut. “Yeah, but what if we just stay in bed instead—” he gets cut off by oatmeal gently shoved in his mouth. Laughing, he almost chokes from amusement.

He loves this, the domesticity, the shared affection and everything in between. He now sees the beauty in the mundane, the peace in uneventful days. After what seemed like decades of longing and bone aching grief, he feels like he's finally living again

After eating, you pick up plates even though Hobie told you a dozen times that he'll clean up. Once you shut him up with a quick kiss, he immediately relents and continues to drink his coffee.

You come around his seat, taking his finished plate. Before you could leave, he dips his head down backwards to look up at you. “Don't wash them yet, let me help you, yeah?”

With one hand cupping his chin, stubble prickling your palm, you squeeze tenderly. “You made breakfast, so that means I get to clean.” He starts to shake his head, but your hand stops him, making him scrunch his nose. “Combined effort, right?”

As you brush your hand along his scruff, you can see that he's surrendering. “Fine, at least let me dry it.” Beaming down at him, you can't seem to move away from him, hand still running along his jaw. “Do I need to shave?”

“No, it's growing on me actually.”

“Funny, it's growing on me too.”

“Haha.” You walk away with the plates as he hides his laugh behind his mug.

Finishing his drink, as the warmth settles in his stomach, he saunters over to you with the remaining dishes. “D’you think a beard would suit me?” Appearing next to you, he grabs a clean towel, drying the clean plates just like he promised.

“Maybe if we shave your head it might suit you.” Teasing and giggling Hobie splashes water on your cheek. “Completely joking, my love. I like whatever you decide to do. Even if it's a mustache.”

“And they say ‘m the bloody menace.” He pretends to glare at you, but you flash him with a flutter of your eyelashes, melting his façade on the spot. You shake your head with a grin, a comfortable silence settles, save for the sound of water sloshing around the basin and birds chirping outside.

Your matching rings gleam in the sun with the kitchen window in front of you that's facing the backyard. You've gotten used to this life, yet you still can't believe you're living it. It's hard to think that you were running away and starving just barely six months ago. Now you're living the life you always hoped you would be in.

You've forgotten what you were worrying about in the first place.

“What are your plans today, love?” He dries his hands before he takes yours to dry with a clean towel. Gently wiping, he waits for your answer while you think.

“Pick some tomatoes for Riri, you remember how she loved the last batch?” You love it when he dotes on you.

“Yeah, she was raving ‘bout it.”

You hum, “then maybe try again with your surprise.”

Hobie pauses from drying your hands. “You're still not goin’ to tell me what it is?”

Shaking your head, you stare at him with a cheeky smile, and eyes sparkling. “Nope,” he doesn't know that you're trying to breed a new variant of roses that would bloom in the same shade as his eyes. It's a lot harder than you thought it would be, but you persevere especially after one of the saloon's band members lent you a book all about it. “I think I'm close to getting it.”

“As long as it's not going to blow up in my face.” His hands clasps your own, tilting his head with a raised brow.

“For the last time, I didn't know that combining those two cleaning agents would make the bucket explode.” You both chortle at the memory. “But I think it's about to rain though. So I might just help you fix the floors in the spare bedrooms.”

Hobie glances at the window, seeing a clear blue sky without any hints of grey clouds nor rain. “Let me guess, knee hurtin’ again?”

You nod, “exactly. Wanna bet like last time since you still don't trust my knee rule?”

“It’s not an exact science.”

“And yet I've been right ninety percent of the time.”

“Ninety?” He slyly wraps you in his arms, you let him wholeheartedly. “Try seventy.”

“You either bet or you don't, Hobie.”

Nudging your nose lovingly, he peppers your face with featherlight kisses. You softly smile, clay in his arms, eyes closed as he dusts your skin with kisses. “Fine,” kiss “I'll bite.” He smooches each corner of your eyes. “How much?”

“I think you're already paying in advance.” You don't blame him when you two didn't finish any chores for today. It is a combined effort as you let him in your saccharine embrace.

—

Hobie waits for you by the porch with a cigarette in between his lips, smoke wafting in the air. The sun is slowly setting, orange and pinks dancing along Clover's face as she paws on his leg. Her eyes are big and glinting in the afternoon hues. A breeze carries the smoke away into oblivion just as when Cherry and Buckeye make their way inside the barn like clockwork.

“Your treat is comin’, stop whinin’.” He pats her head briefly. If dogs could frown, Clover would be giving him the deepest lour. “You've become spoiled, girl.” His fingers scratch behind her ear, tail wagging from side to side, yet she still whines for her afternoon treat.

The front door opens with a creak, Hobie sighs from the sound, thinking that he has finally fixed the stubborn hinges. But alas, it still declares every time it opens. His furrowed brows are replaced by a gentle smile the second he sees you saunter out with two mugs of tea in both hands. Still gorgeous in your poncho that seems to camouflage you with the house paint.

He quickly snuffs the cigarette, and flicks it away from you. Waving away the remaining smoke, he holds his hands towards you, one to hold one of the mugs, the other to hold onto your waist.

“There you are.” He beams at you, palms meeting with the drink’s warmth and your affection. “Run into some trouble?”

You grin at him and his habitual sweetness. “Here I am.” Pecking his cheek, you place yourself on the porch railing, eyes never leaving his own. Hand brushing along Clover's head, petting her. “You didn't even wait that long.”

“Seemed like forever to me, love.” Hobie clinks his mug against your own, earning a soft chuckle from you. Taking a sip, he makes a face, scrunching up his nose with a groan.

“What's wrong? Shit, did I mistake salt for sugar again?” You take his mug, tasting it for yourself. His tea barely tastes like anything, if anything else, it tastes bitter and akin to dirt. You clearly forgot to add sugar and milk just like how he likes it with this tea variant. You don't blame him for disliking it, the shop in town ran out of the good tea so you both had to settle with whatever is floating in the mug. “Fuck, I'm sorry, I'll remake it.”

“Oi, oi.” Before you could leave his side, Hobie reaches for your hip, arm snaking around it to pull you back to him. “I can handle it, stay with me, yeah?”

You feign a huff, placing your own mug on the railing, bringing your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you. Hip to hip, you beam at him whilst his hands rests upon your hips. You two look like you're about to dance. “I appreciate the sentiment, Hobs, but I can't let you drink bland tea.” You're sure that you forgot to put honey in your own.

He shrugs while Clover watches from the side, puppy dog eyes waiting for her treat. “I've got all the sugar and sweetness right ‘ere.” Leaning down, he places his forehead against your own. He then pecks the tip of your nose, all the while never leaving the comfort of staring into your eyes.

“I knew you'd say that.” You giggle, hands balling around his shirt. His eyes shine brightly, emeralds mixing in with the soft orange.

“You psychic now?” He raises a playful brow.

“Nope, I just know you, Hobie Brown.” You slide your hands away from his shirt to his chin, scruff scratching you a bit. “And I know you hate this tea without milk and sugar.”

“I can live without it for one drink.”

“And what? You can't live without me for even a moment?” You tease, and you now notice Clover's waiting but polite stare.

Hobie smiles, tilting away to then bend back in to kiss your lips gently. His hand holds your chin in place while you smile into the kiss, eyes closed but you still see the soft afternoon glow behind your closed eyelids. With one last peck, lips brushing along your own, he gives you his answer without saying a word.

You open your eyes with a breathy sigh, warmth filling your entire chest. “Do that again when I come back.”

“Love.” He sounds like he's pleading.

“I'll make your tea better this time.” You pat his cheek. “Besides, I forgot Clover's beef jerky.” With the utterance of her name, Clover stands up, wagging her tail with her tongue lolling out on the side of her maw. You're already moving away backwards, but his hand still holds onto your arm. You take both drinks, careful not to spill and waste any. As you go, his palm slides down, still trying to make you stay. “Five minutes, Hobs. Give me five and I'll be back.” You giggle when he stomps his foot like a petulant child.

“I'll be waitin', countin’ down the seconds.” he exhales dramatically, making sure that his longing is clearly shown. You laugh as Clover follows you inside. “It's my beef jerky by the way!” He yells, earning a muffled guffaw from you.

Smiling, Hobie returns to rest on the railing, elbow propped up, leaning and relaxing on the bannister. He refrains from lighting another stick of cigarette so he could keep his promise to you of quitting smoking. Fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve, his ears perk up from the sound of hooves thumping on the ground. Hobie's heart immediately skips a beat from the sound. His hand stays on his gun as he leaves the porch to see where the horses are coming from. He's not expecting any visitors, and from how loud the sound is, there seems to be a dozen of them coming his way.

Everything screams at him to take you and run.

His worry quickly rushes to you, as he twists and turns to spot where they're all coming from, he finally sees them coming down from hills. A dozen or so of them unmistakably gallop towards the farm. They're fast, leaving everything in the dust behind them.

There's no time to run away. And there's too many of them to fight off.

“Y/N!” He yells. “Stay inside!” There's no sound coming from the house, not even your footsteps as the strangers come closer and closer within a second until they all appear from behind the farmhouse with a couple of horses missing from the line. He takes notice of them, afraid of what will happen.

Dust flies around the farm, the clover covered ground gets trampled by hooves. They stop a mere inches away from your precious plants, surrounding him. Horses huff and neigh just as when dust settles, showing Hobie all their riders faces. He doesn't recognize any of them, and none of them stands out from the crowd. Except for the one leading the party, he's clad in a white suit with a pitch black tie. Eyes as green as the grass he's standing on, hair slicked back, revealed when he took off his matching hat.

Hobie stands before them, hand on his gun, posture ready to quick draw. “You’re trespassin’”

“Sorry about that,” the man in the white suit answers for the rest of them. “We're just here to ask for directions.”

“Ask, then leave.”

He clears his throat, “You see, we're looking for a place in Scarlett Meadows. But we're all turned around.” Chuckling, he leans on his horse, the poor horse clearly looks uncomfortable from the awkward weight on its neck.

“You're in Scarlett Meadows, mate.” Hobie says the last part sarcastically.

Clapping, the strange man looks around his party before returning his attention to Hobie. “That's good! Now can you point us towards the direction of Emerald Ranch?”

Hobie's stomach plummets, “You passed it.”

“That so?” The stranger looks around the farm. “Funny, this place looks like Emerald Ranch.”

“This is a farm, not a ranch.” Hobie's eyes narrow at the man before flicking towards the front door of the house to then return at the man whose eyes stare him down without a single fear behind them. “Have you tried asking ‘round town?”

“We would, but we heard they're not too friendly.”

“I wonder why?”

The white suit man chuckles lowly, “I'm just looking for someone, mate.”

“You're like a bloody cigarette, you're draggin’ this out, mate.” Hobie unlocks the strap securing his gun, ready to shoot.

The stranger chuckles, cracking a humourless smile before his expression turns flat. “Where's my fucking wife, Mr. Brown?”

Hobie falters, hand twitching around his gun. “Wife?”

The front door slams open, and you come out with a shotgun aimed at the stranger's head. “Ah there she is—!” A shot rings out, Hobie dodges from your range, and the man has the same idea. He falls from his now dead horse, using its body for cover.

“Cross!” You scream with anger, fear laced into your tone like venom. “You motherfucker!” Pumping the shotgun, you glance at Hobie. “Run!”

“I forgot I taught you how to shoot!” Cross laughs even with bullets raining down on him and his entourage.

Hobie sees everything in slow motion, one by one, as the assailants run towards you, they get shot down immediately. Blood splattered all over the clovers and plants you love so much. The horses neigh wildly from the barn, and Clover barks desperately from inside the house. Shotgun shells fall on the porch he mended, with gunpowder replacing the honey scented home. Hobie quick draws his gun, emptying half of his chamber at the men you missed. You're in the clear as his Entourage now lies beneath your feet. Hobie aims at Cross where he has a clear shot at while the man continues to hide behind the corpse. But before he could shoot, he hears your gun run out of bullets from how the trigger clicks empty. And then a harsh crack follows as you fall loudly on the wooden deck, head bloodied, breath trembling and struggling as the man Hobie hoped never to see again stands over you with his rifle digging into your temple.

Hicks, a stout man with a pencil thin mustache, clad in gold and your supposed uncle; the one who started it all, cackles above your bleeding form. “Long time no see, Hobie! Back from the dead, eh?” He waves at him, grinning widely. “Drop your fucking gun or I'll end her right here.”

Hobie's entire body trembles just like five years ago, mind reeling from the sight of Hicks' face. Never wasting a second, Hobie drops his gun just as he feels a pistol whip him from behind the second he's unarmed. He falls on the ground not from the strike on his head but from the angry kick on the back of his knees. He gets a mouthful of grass, dirt sticking to his cheeks.

Gun punted away from him, his vision swirls, hand reaching towards you. “No,” he whispers as he hears your sobs. There's a sudden pressure around his wrists, rope tying his hands on his back. “You fucker.”

Hobie picks up the unmistakable sound of a body getting dragged across the ground. Hands and feet hogtied, he struggles to fight back. He stops his struggle when you're placed in front of him in the same position. Your hands and feet are also bound, crimson trickling down from your temple to your eyes; blood sticking to your lashes. Trying desperately to wiggle next to you, he gets a harsh kick at his side. He bites his lip to prevent a pained groan from escaping.

Your eyes try to focus on him, pulse rapidly decreasing, you're in danger of falling unconscious. “...Hobs?” You call to him despite only seeing his outline in front of you.

“‘m here, love.” He wheezes. “Stay awake for me, yeah?”

You struggle to see, black dots dancing around your vision and blood rushing in your ears. Voices come and go, victorious laughter echoing and fading. “I–I should've told you. I'm s–sorry.” Crying, you feel a heavy cheek pressed on your own.

Your sobs would haunt Hobie in his grave. A haze of despair falling over him like fog atop a mountain.

“It's okay—”

“Yeah, you should've told him. Or maybe you shouldn't have left in the first place, hm, honey?” Cross has his hands around your binds, flesh against your cheek. “You left me for him?” He yanks you up, your bones crack and creak as his hand slither up to your bare throat. “I told you, you can never leave.” You choke as he squeezes.

Hobie tries to fight back even with the ropes around his legs and wrists. “Let her fucking go!” A heel stomps on the small of his back as Hicks laughs above him. A raging pain flares, but he refuses to let you fall in the clutches of a man that you clearly never wanted to be next to you.

Guilt wraps Hobie in its familiar embrace. He should've done more, added barbed wires around picket fences, hid guns under the porch, grabbed you the moment he heard the horses— he should've been better at protecting you.

“P–please,” you mumble out despite the hand gripping around your neck. “Let him go, y-you have me. You won.” Gasping, you stare at Hobie with your bloodshot eyes. He shakes his head, eyes full of unshed tears. Even now he doesn't want them to see the sorrow that they've caused him. “Cross, please.” You beg, a trapped doe in front of him.

Cross lets you go after a moment of you desperately trying to gasp for air. You look into his green eyes that are awfully familiar that fills you with dread. You despise that colour on him and how similar it is with the only man you love.

He reaches for your face as you flinch away but with his hand around your collar, you can't escape. You wait for a hit, but it doesn't come. Instead, he pats your cheek with a gloved hand, rough leather sending shivers down your spine. For a second, he looks like he's considering letting Hobie go. Hope blossoms in your chest together with the panic.

Your husband turns towards Hobie, towering over him, his hand still on you. Hobie meets with the similar green eyes with fury. Silence blankets around the farm as both men stare each other down. Cross is the first one to break.

“Thank you for bringing my wife back to me, Mr. Brown.” Craning his head to look at you, you pray that he gets hit with a stray bullet. “Mr. Hicks,” said man hums in reply. He smiles at you, showing his teeth. “Do whatever you want with Mr. Brown, I'm done here.” Cross pushes you towards one of his men, your back hits a sturdy chest. Something gold and metallic pokes your shoulder.

You look up at the man who bears the familiar gilded star. “Sheriff Lee?” He could only look at you through narrowed eyes, anger swimming behind hazel. “No!” Heart in your stomach, heels digging in, you refuse to go. “Hobie!” Said man wails for you in agony as you get dragged away by Lee's strong grip. You ignore the sheriff's sneer as you return your attention towards the only person who deserves it. “Run! Please!”

Hobie yells your name with wild rage. “No! Fuckin' let me go, you wankers!” He fights back on the ground, teeth biting at anyone who comes near him. But there's too many of them left, they punch and kick at him. Steel toed boots hitting his flesh in a sickening squelch. Once they're satisfied, they drag him behind the house as you both fight back despite the odds. “Remember your promise!” He screams, blood coating his tongue from the beatings. “Wait for me!”

“Leave—!” A sack is placed on your head, lungs struggling to breathe, eyes flicking rapidly from side to side. Your joints are frozen in place as panic takes over your whole body. Even with massive amounts of adrenaline to keep you fighting, you feel powerless, muscles straining, fingers trembling; everything crumbles. It's an assault on your senses, there're hands touching you, trying to tie you down. Breath staggered, eyes blown out, and body trembling. And yet, his screams are the ones that truly stay with you. Him screaming your name, crying out to you whilst you try to reach him.

“Burn the bloody place to the ground!” Hicks yells as you're placed on the back of a horse. “Dig a deeper hole! I'm here to finish what I started.” You call for him desperately, throat aching, body twisting and turning on the horse as you try to fall off it.

The stench of iron is replaced with fiery embers curling around your nose behind the fiber hood. You see blurred red and orange spreading through your home in a blaze of wildfire.

The last thing you hear is his screams as you fall unconscious from another hard punch to your skull.

—

Stirring awake, head pounding mercilessly against your temple, you groggily sit up despite the throbbing pain and dazed state. Hands still tied by rough rope behind you, the skin around your wrist is angry and starting to blister. Back hitting hard oak, your eyes meet with red stained glass windows that shine underneath flashes of lightning. You sit hunched on a pew as rain batters the windows with wind howling outside while you roam your eyes around the chapel— Smooth stone walls carved all around with granite floors glinting from the candle light. Arched ceilings that seem to be taller every time you blink, and incense filtering around the air, making your nose twitch.

“Good, you're awake.” Cross’ echoing voice rumbles deeply from the altar. Shoulders straight as a ruler, white suit drenched and dirtied from his recent fall from his horse.

“Wish I wasn't.” You groan, noticing how your feet are also tied together. Glancing around the altar, you scoff bitterly. “Really? Is nothing sacred to you, Cross?” He stalks over to you, fists clenched on his side. Fear is slowly creeping up to you. Yet, you don't balk, nor flinch when he gets closer to you. “What? Are you thinking about renewing our vows?”

“What did he do to you? Hm? What did he say to get you out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?” His wedding ring shines, making you glare at the piece of jewelry.

“Why? I chose to be with him, simple as that. I moved forward because you weren't there to shackle me anymore.” You lean closer despite the bindings and your instincts telling you not to fight or else. You know what he's capable of, his hands still bear the shape of your throat and cheek. “Why are you even here? You should've let me go, I gave you a reason to finally be free of me!” You stomp your foot, frustrated and angry. But most of all afraid for Hobie and what has become of him when you were dragged away. “Why didn't you let me go, Cross?”

His eye twitches, the same eyes that are sickenly familiar to Hobie's. “You're my wife, of course I'd follow you.”

You scoff bitterly, “your wife? I'm only your wife on paper.” Wrists twisting, you try to free yourself just like how Hobie taught you in case something like this would happen. And happen it did. “If you forgot, my aunt chose you, and Hicks made me walk down that fucking aisle with a knife to my throat. You are not my husband. Not to me.”

Cross blinks as if he's lingering around your words. Your heart beats louder than the storm outside, afraid of what the man before you would do. Your instincts are right as he suddenly raises his hand to land a harsh slap, you flinch away on instinct, heart beating loudly from the fear. But the pain doesn't blossom on your cheek like it used to, instead, he lunges for your throat, fingers digging in your pulse as you choke.

“Make s-sure you hit me right between my eyes until I see stars, husband.” You mock him despite your crippling fear.

“Don't.” He seethes, you don't stand down, this pain is nothing new to you.

When he doesn't get the response he wanted, his hold loosens, green eyes roaming and searching for the familiar fear in your eyes. A second later, he slowly lets you go and slides his hand up to cup your chin. He smells of nickel and rotten wood.

You tilt your head back so you can leave his hold but he grips tighter. Hair standing on end, his touch is a shivering familiarity on your skin.

“W-why do you hold on tight to me? You don't love me, you never wanted me to begin with.”

He rubs your cheekbone with his thumb. “A year of marriage with you— Anyone would hold onto you with a grip.”

“You should've gotten a dog instead of a wife then.” You laugh throatily, feeling his hand clasp tighter. “Now what has become of you, Cross?” His jaw clenches. “What happened to slapping me as your greeting? All the hair pulling, and dragging me across the floor to show your so-called love for me? Fetch my aunt, she knows how to properly greet me as always.”

His eyes sparkled with brief amusement. “You didn't hear?” He pauses, thumb brushing along your bottom lip, hunger in those green eyes. “Your great aunt's dead.” You swallow thickly, letting his words sink in. Your mind can't make out how to feel about it. “Died of a broken heart, that's what the doctor said.”

“A–a broken heart?” You shove his hand away from your face. “I didn't know she even had a heart in the first place.”

You can see the confusion spreading across his face, not used to your new found fiery attitude. “What has become of you? She died because you ran away.” Cross uses grief and guilt as his weapon, and he knows what he's doing.

“I'm not the same girl you married, Cross.” You tilt your head on the back of the pew, staring him down through your bloodied lashes. “And you and I both know that's bullshit. She smoked like a goddamn chimney, worse that she had numerous enemies. Not the kind of combination you want if you wish to live long.”

“Watch your fucking tongue, girl.” Hicks’ booming voice ricochets around the chapel as he appears from a door near the altar. “That was my wife you're talking about.”

“Look at that, hello, uncle.” Sarcasm drips from your words. “Why do you like a fucking priest when you're the farthest from being one?” You gesture with your head towards his robe like clothes, he's draped in black cloth from head to toe, mourning clothes.

Unabashedly eyeing him up and down, you start to giggle. “You married her for money, you fool. You're not convincing anyone with that.” Turning towards Cross whose eyes remained on you, you falter for a second before straightening your expression. “You blame me for her death but have you asked him about it? He has everything to gain from her death.” Cross flicks his eyes towards the man before turning to leave with a humourless scoff. “Coward.” You whisper.

A strong grip latches itself in your hair, pulling at your scalp. Hicks' hot breath puffs over your cheek, you yelp in pain, reminding you of all the times she did this exact thing to you. “You and your childish whims killed her. And for what? To be with that boy?”

“Fuck you!”

“Y/N,” Cross stands in the middle of the aisle, nonchalantly taking a coin from his breast pocket to twirl it across his fingers. “He didn't kill her, Hicks isn't the one named in her will. He has nothing to gain.”

Slowly, delight spreads across your chest, wrists almost free. You grin widely. “She left it all to me.” Hicks throws your head down, skull hitting the pew with a sickening crack. Yet, you still laugh even with blood trickling down to your nape. “A-after all the shit you had to do to win her over,” you swallow down the pain. “she still didn't trust you enough to hand the company over to you!” Your guffaw echoes around the chapel. You spot Sheriff Lee standing in the corner, guarding the door, your laughter roars louder at the sight of him.

Hicks scoffs, trying to act that your words hasn't fazed him. “I always admired her, y’know, her and her resilience to punish you even though she loved you so much. With your hands bloodied and knees in grain— pretty eyes wet with salty tears. It was quite a sight. But as much as I admired her, cared for her, I can't replace you. No one can.”

Your eyes brim with tears you refuse to let go. “She could barely look at me.” You whisper the words.

He sighs, “she loved you.”

“There was a time I thought she did. That I deserved all of the pain, that I didn't know any better. But I was just a child who didn't do anything wrong but look up to her.”

Shrugging, Hicks makes a face that fans the flames in you. “Maybe you did deserve it.”

You don't feel the fear anymore, your rage triumphs over it.

“Fuck you!” Your screech could be heard above the thunder. “It got worse because of you! Only because you whispered in her ears and told her everything with your jealous sickly eyes! Married me off to some man who would hurt me more than grains on my knees!” You heave, Hicks raises an unbothered brow. “Wasn't it enough that you took him away from me?” He grins at you, papers in his hand, looking at you as if you're the one in the wrong. “The poison drips down, from her to you and then to my accursed husband.” You turn your red eyes towards Cross, the coin in his hand pauses from your heavy stare.

Maybe you should've gone with your parents on that doomed expedition.

A rustle of papers makes you turn towards the sound. Hicks spreads the crumpled paper on the seat next to you, pointing at the dotted line and placing a fountain pen beside it. “Sign your name and this'll be over.”

You lick your dry lips, the taste of your blood is bitter and acrid on your tongue. Your eyes don't even glance at the words. Wondering how they knew where you went, your mind wanders to the only person back home who knew. “What did you do to Peter?”

“We set him free. Free to roam the gates of heaven that is.”

Nails dig into your palms, leaving crescent scars atop your old one. Fury snaking along your aching body, you crane your neck towards Cross who leans against the altar, flipping a coin as candlelight flicks across his face and red windows reflecting off his skin and eyes. “The people you surround yourself with, Cross, it's astounding. You've got a dirty sheriff, a gold digging motherfucker, and me, who will take every opportunity to kill everyone in this fucking room.” Your want for vengeance spreads across the chapel, voice louder than the thunder raging outside. Cross looks at you like it's the first time he truly ever saw you. Returning your focus on the man who buried the love of your life, you utter behind clenched teeth.

“Just sign the damn papers—”

“When you buried Hobie under that oak tree, you buried me too. And you sliced open my neck just like how you did to him, that's why I'll never sign it.” Hicks tries to grab your head but you headbutt his chin before he could. He collapses on the floor, cradling his bitten and bleeding tongue. Standing above him, pen in hand, wrists now free behind you, you smile at him so it's the last thing he'll ever see. “I'm going to burn the company into the ground, and you'll be left penniless but I'll be fine; thanks to you suggesting this, how did you put it? ‘Auspicious’ marriage.”

Cross notices the sharp, shiny pen in your hands. He yells, coin falling from his hand with a clink, but it's too late as you pounce on Hicks, stabbing his chest with every clink of the coin— three times, you stab him three times as blood gushes out in a spray across your vengeful face. Lee stops you by tackling you on the ground. The blood coated pen clangs on the granite, drenching the floor with crimson. Lee has to put his entire weight on you so you can't escape, Hobie drives you to fight back with the same ferocity he would.

You need to avenge him.

“How does it feel, Hicks?! That's how I felt while you watched!” Your uncle sits up, groaning, blood slipping from his fingers as the outlaws that they hired rush towards him. You know he won't die from his injuries, you'd know— but it's enough, knowing that you caused him pain until you can finally end him with your own hands.

Laughing, arms being tied up from behind, tighter this time, you continue to try and escape from under Lee even with his knee digging on the small of your back. “I will not cleave, never again! Especially to men like you!”

Hicks stands up with some help. He leaves small drops of his blood on the granite, hands plugging the holes you made on his torso. “Now I'm glad I finished the job! I buried him again, and this time he'll stay down there for good!” He tries to rile you up further, it works from the mere mention of Hobie. You fight back, Lee's hold on you wasn't enough so Cross joins him, hands keeping your kicking legs down. “I even burned down your dinky house, there's nothing left there for you!”

“Did you make sure that he stayed buried this time, uncle?!” You yell at him, a sound akin to primal fury. His eyes widen, and you grin bitterly, “You didn't. Don't bother running away because he's already coming after you.” Lee yanks you up, and then places the same hood on your face. “He's coming after you!” You get dragged away towards the small room behind the altar.

Your grief has grown teeth. “If he doesn't then I'll do it for him!”

As Lee ties you to a table, closing and locking the door behind your screaming form; Cross' entourage looks at him with trepidation.

“We'll leave the second the rain is gone.” They all agree immediately.

—

Dread spills over him like a flood, incapable of saving you, watching your unconscious form ride away as Cross carries you on his borrowed horse. Hobie had to gaze upon the agonizing pain of you being taken away.

Outlaws set fire to the house, razing it to the ground as smoke immediately entered his senses. Flames spread in the home you two built together, angry orange hues devouring the same place he promised to live the rest of his life with you. The light blue paint starts to melt, glass windows cracking in the heat. He watches as his home turns to ash.

Men drag his screaming, writhing body towards the back of the house as he hears the awfully familiar sound of soil falling from shovels. His entire body hurts, cuts and bruises marring his flesh, clothes torn, and teeth coated in crimson. Trying to fight back, his nails digging in on the men's wrists yet it doesn't faze them. He sees Buck and Cherry run towards Hobie, neighing angrily with every intention to kick each of his assailants.

Hicks takes his guns out, aiming at both horses before they could reach him. Hobie yells at his horses, pleading with his broken voice. “No! Get away, Buck!”

Hicks shoots, gunshot echoing around the farm, bullet missing Cherry's hoof by an inch. Both horses rears, neighing loudly. “Fuck, I missed.” Hicks looks back at Hobie, who's on his knees. Hicks pulls down the hammer again to shoot. “Good thing I have more than one bullet.”

Hobie sneers, turning towards both terrified horses. “Buckeye! Leave! Get!” Bucky seems to shake his head in protest, but one look from his rider has him understanding what he meant. He runs away in the direction with Cherry in tow, who looks at the place she last saw you in. Hobie's glad he listened, he can't lose them too.

With dust clearing, Hicks returns his focus on Hobie and the outlaws that are digging behind him. “Dig deeper, make sure he doesn't get out like last time.” An idea passes by his eyes. “Or maybe I should just strap your hands and feet to my horse and gallop away while I drag you around in your shitty farm?”

“Fuck you, Hicks!” Hobie kicks dirt at his direction, soil landing on his shoes, completely unbothered. “Where is he taking her?”

Hicks chuckles while he takes out a cigar from a golden case that Hobie recognizes as your aunt's cigar case. He cuts the cigar before lighting it up with the same fire that eats away the farm. “Why bother asking? She's married, boy, taken and all that.” Crouching down, he blows smoke at Hobie's face. Eyes flicking towards the hole behind him. “Besides, you'd be six feet under.”

Thunder roars overhead, followed by a spark of lightning and petrichor. You were right, it's going to rain.

“It was all arranged wasn't it? Was it you?”

“No, it was her aunt. God rest her soul.” Hicks points at the sky as droplets of rain trickles down.

“Good.” Hobie grins, teeth threatening to snap at the man. Hicks clenches his jaw, sneering with a scoff.

The fire continues to burn behind him, and the men carry on with digging Hobie's grave right behind him. “Well, technically, I was the one who suggested it but she's the one who did most of the work.” He huffs and blows smoke, “you should've seen Y/N at her wedding, so gorgeous in white.”

Hobie tightens his jaw, lunging at Hicks but the men holding him down stops him. “No matter how deep that hole you put me in, I'll dig myself out and I'll come and cut your neck this time.”

“Let's see about that, Hobie. Pity, if only you didn't chase her, you'd be fine. Hell, maybe a manager at the factory by now.” He takes a peek behind Hobie, sucking in his teeth when it's not deep enough. “Shame, you had talents. I gotta hand it to you though, you've built yourself quite a reputation over here.”

“Whatever you heard,” Hobie leans closer, but a hand stops him. “It's all true, especially what I did in the east. And once I get my hands on you and that prick you married her to, I'll make sure what happened back then was child's play.” For a brief second, Hicks wavers.

“It's six feet,” someone says behind Hobie, still heaving from the labour.

“About time.” Hicks stands up, instructing the men to lift Hobie up on his feet. He gets yanked up, shoulders throbbing. “I'm supposed to say some nice parting words to the departed,” Hicks takes out his gun, pressing the barrel on Hobie's forehead while he glares with a bitter smile— “But I don't want to waste my breath.”

“Make sure you don't miss.” Hobie leans closer to the metal as Hicks then digs it into his neck as Hobie taunts. Moving a few paces away with his free hand pressed on his ear, he knocks the hammer down and aims it at Hobie's head.

He braces himself.

Hicks shoots, lighting strikes a few ways from the farm, lighting up the bullet heading right at Hobie's head. Blood spills over the soil below. He falls into the grave with a thud. Hicks Looks from above, seeing Hobie limp inside the hole in the ground, right next to the writhing worms. Satisfied, he tells his men to cover it back up just as the rain starts to pour in.

“Meet us at the rendezvous.” Hicks says above the sound of rain and thunder as he makes his way towards his horse, already galloping away while soil drops on Hobie's motionless face.

—

It rains, just like that day five years ago.

Hobie's nails are coated in dirt and grime, face covered by his own shirt to protect him from falling soil. Yet it doesn't save him from slowly suffocating. Soil in his lungs, breath ragged, he remembers the panic in your voice, how you screamed so he could be let go. He's living his past once again, but this time, he's not a frightened boy, he'll rise from the dead over and over again if he has to. With a raging heart that feels like imploding, his thoughts are on you.

Your worst fear is him dying. Even with the threat of a gun to your head, you still chose him.

Did he deserve any of these? To see you cry for him desperately, to hear you call for him with blood spilling from your lips— is he cursed? Is this karma for all the things he has done? That he deserves all of it because he was molded into this, a weapon he never wished to become but had to so he could survive. He doesn't want to linger on the thought, all he knows is that he needs to survive this.

But will he survive long enough to see you again?

Grunting, his temple has stopped bleeding a few minutes ago, skin grazed by the bullet that he dodged covertly. Hicks was never known for his aim even if his target was just a few steps away from him. Or perhaps Hobie is incapable of dying.

With his belt buckle in hand, he digs upwards. While he laid there ‘dead’ he heard about the new factory settled in the south— That after your aunt's death, they changed the main location from London to the heart of the new world's south. He knows where to find Hicks now, and in turn, you too.

He's not going to lie down and bleed.

Hobie hears the pattering of rain just outside the grave, thankful that the idiots Hicks tasked to bury him gave up halfway after they thought him dead. Still, Hobie's having a hard time digging himself out when the soil has clumped together because of the water and became heavier because of it. But he won't give up until he gets to see and hold you again. He still needs to tell you that he forgives you, that he understands why you didn't tell him. That he loves you despite it all.

Yelling in frustration, he still can't feel the breeze from below. Seemingly not making any progress. Arms thrumming from fatigue, he inhales and exhales, remembering why he keeps fighting, why he wants to survive it all.

You. The image of you drives him to dig himself out of his own supposed grave.

Hobie digs and digs, calculating his breathing so he doesn't waste what little air he has. He lists all their names, all the people he has to cut through to get to you. Hicks is a given, he has to end that man to avenge his younger self. Sheriff Lee, whose asshole son he had to shoot or he'll continue to commit unspeakable crimes that his own father lets him do without a single reprimand. And Cross, your husband, a marriage you never wanted, your shackle that continues to drag you down.

“Fuckers,” he whispers, renewed energy making him dig faster and faster.

There's a metallic twinkle from outside, for a moment, he thought that he suffocated and is now being taken by death. His worries subsides when he hears frantic barking outside, paws digging and whining sadly.

“Clover.” Hobie is in disbelief, lucky that Clover returned. “Good girl, Clover! Keep diggin’!” He helps, tunneling together in tandem until he sees her snout sniff at the ground. “Atta girl!” Petting briefly, Clover digs as Hobie gets his hand out from the depths of the soil.

Lighting pierces the night, he rises from his grave once more.

Death can't stop him from getting back to you. This time, he won't leave you to be eaten by the coyotes.

Dragging himself out, Clover helps him by biting at the hem of his jeans, pulling him up by her teeth. Rain pelts against his skin, mud sticking to his flesh, and blades of grass clinging to him. Shakily standing up, he screams the moment he's fully out of the grave.

Hobie brushes his hand along Clover's head, scratching just behind her ear. She scampers off, running towards somewhere, maybe a dry place where she can rest after a job well done.

He lets Clover run away, taking out his cigarette and lighter, he drags the stick across his dry lips before placing it in between. Lighting it, he inhales deeply, the glow from it illuminates the fury on his face. Promising himself that he'll save you, that he won't abandon you this time. And If you're still willing, rebuild the house in each of your visions like it was supposed to be.

Staring at the farm house, its burnt, but remnants of it remains thanks to the unexpected rain. The structure still stands tall, darkened wood falling apart, ash mixing in with the rain, turning the floorboards into a muddy sludge. He can't think about all the letters that you didn't finish reading, all those words forgotten in the wind, nothing but ash flying away with the breeze.

Even the garden you worked so hard for is burnt to nothingness, not even a single leaf has survived. All the flowers and produce you've painstakingly kept alive are now cinders.

The familiar calmness that comes after a brush with death sits in his chest. A wave of pain seizes him to a pause, gripping the chest, his mind imagines the worst. That they've hurt you, that you're sailing halfway across the world by now; that they've killed you and dropped you into a shallow grave to let the rain inevitably wash you away. He shuts the thought out, tears pricking at his eyes. Uttering your name softly, he exhales. You're his peace.

Still standing in what remains of the farm, Hobie hears hooves rushing behind him, and a familiar bark running next to the pair of horses, whose shadow looms over him when lightning strikes and lights up the barren land.

“I'll get her back, I promise.”

—

The saloon is in full swing, patrons dance around the band, people rambunctiously play poker upstairs while Riri is arguing with Miguel after she told him that she's leaving to go and check the farm.

“I'm telling you, Miguel, something doesn't feel right. Morgan told me he saw fire blazing over there!” She unlaces her apron, tossing the empty whiskey bottle right next to other empty ones.

“Their place is far away, how could Morgan even see that?” Miguel chomps down on a slice of cake, rain continues to pour down as Riri takes her coat and hat from the closet beside the bar. “Where are you going, Ri? It's pouring outside!”

“To check on them—!” The saloon doors open with a bang, spooking the band, the music screeching to a halt when they see Hobie standing there drenched, bleeding and covered in weapons. Everyone stops to look, the brim of his hat covers half of his face, scar in full display, ring glinting in the light. Silence hangs, not even a whisper can be heard. “Holy fuck.” Riri pushes past people to get closer to him, hands reaching out to him, eyes seeking you from behind him. When she doesn't see you, she presumes the worst.

“They found her.” Lightning strikes behind him, briefly showing his red eyes.

Riri nods, hiding her shaking hands with a fist. “I've got your back, just like I said.” Miguel stands dumbfounded, frowning, eyebrows knitted in anger.

Hobie glances at the customers he knows, half of them were from the gang he used to run with. The other half are afraid of him. He turns his heed towards Miguel, eyes boring into the man. “Remember that bounty you never got?” Miguel smirks, already placing his hat on his head. “Any valuables you find, it's yours and the gang’s. Time to get even, Miguel.”

He hears ear splitting cheers before he collapses into Riri's arms.

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I FEEL LIKE IVE SEEN THIS MOVIE BEFORE

— movie scenarios with them

Pairings: sae, rin, bachira, isagi, (chigiri in Isagi’s part) kurona x gn!reader

Genre: fluff and angst, comfort with no comfort for some

Cw; not proofread cause I’m lazy, unrequited love, crying, mentions of killing but no one is killed

The last time

He held you in the final moments he had left with you, time moving slower with you. This should’ve been something good, but he hated the way he checked the clock so ever often waiting for the time to come. The clock ticked, 5 more minutes left. The last five he would spend with you. Sae held your hand as you two stood in silence, no words needing to be exchanged as you both knew this was it. The end of you two.

“I’m sorry sae.” You knew an apology wouldn’t fix what’s about to be broken, yet it’s all you could say at this moment. Leaving to another country without someone you love is always difficult, especially when you aren’t sure what will happen next. Not just including your new life in a new country, but what would become of you and Sae. The uncertainty made you want to cry on the spot, wishing for a miracle that would never come.

“It’s not like you have a choice, we both have dreams and I won’t let you back away from this opportunity just because of me.” I love you though. And I’ll miss you.

You knew sae was right, and currently you two didn’t fit with the others life. Maybe later, this could work out, but not now. You hated the truth being right infront of your eyes, from the beginning you knew it would be difficult being with Sae. Now you two faced the outcome of a love not meant to be. One that would be shattered by force.

The sound of the train was heard, seeing the light in your vision. You cling onto Sae, reality hitting you. This was it. Saw pulled you in one last time. “I’m going to miss you [name], I love you.” Tears stained his shirt as you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you emotions getting the best of you. “Don’t cry…please.” His voice cracked while he spoke softly to you. “I can’t bear to see you like this for our last time together.”

“But I love you Sae.” “I know name” you two stayed holding eachother, waiting to part ways. The train stopped, the doors opening for the people awaiting. Your whole body fell numb as you heard the footsteps of others, you had to leave any second now. Sae pulled back as you grabbed your hand and walked you to the entrance of the train, letting go of your hand. “Sae, I love you. I’m sorry, if things were different then-“

“Don’t apologize for something that you can’t control name. I’m not going to hold you back. Leaving you hurts but I can’t be selfish enough to ruin your dream.” One last kiss, the final one from sae. He held your cheeks with both his hands, him now letting the tears fall. You two stared at one another, before you let go and entered the train.

Sae didn’t leave, he couldn’t. He wanted every second to last. As the last couple passengers got on, the train started to move. This was it, the last time you would see sae, the last time together. You saw him from outside the window, he waved at you. You choked out a sob, he smiled back. Both of you now crying, you couldn’t bear it, seeing him like this. You waved back one last time, before you saw his face for the very last time.

Survival? Or Death?

Two options that could become reality. You ran out of the house, running as fast as you could away from the killer out for you. God why you? You thought they were just bluffing when you heard there was a killer out. I mean cmon, it’s Halloween people always talk to scare others. But now you fell victim to the killer with the mask, you his next victim. He followed behind, knife in hand as you kept on running.

The neighborhood dark with only a couple of lights from the poles, no one in sight as everyone was asleep out out. You probably should have went to that party you got invited to, but no you had to stay up and work. Your painting being the only thing heard, you ears ringing. You were so fucked.

It’s like a joke was being pulled on you as you fell into the grass. Fuck, this is the part where the killer catches up and kills me. Yet your one and only would come and save you.

A light flashed ahead of you, a car light to be exact. You got up and ran toward it, noticing the black car that belonged to rin. Your boyfriend. The killer still behind you, but now you had a destination of safety. “Name!” Rin’s voice clearing out the silence. You finally caught up to the car, the door already open due to Rin opening it beforehand.

“Drive,” your voice come out shaky, the running causing you to be tired. Rin began to drive, driving faster than the speed limit allowed. “How the hell did this happen, name?”

“Rin I’m not sure, somehow this masked man broke into my house and then I had to run around so I wouldn’t die…” you sighed as you leaned your head back into the seat. “So the rumors are true then, huh.”

“Yeah and your lovely partner here almost died!” “Would’ve been for the better,” you looked at rin, basically side eyeing him. “I’m joking, your the only one I could ever handle.” You gave out a soft laugh as you two kept driving, no destination in mind. Just you two, safe and sound.

Back to you

Being Bachira’s first (and only) friend was always an adventure no matter what. Two young souls having the courage to do anything filled your childhood with memories you would always remember. Especially Bachira, the memories he holds the most dear are the ones with you. You were his friend that he had ever had, and now as he’s grown older, he realizes that you were the first one he ever loved other than his mom.

But nothing is ever perfect, for Bachira at least. “I’m leaving” you had told him, leaving to follow a dream almost anyone had. One that not ever one could achieve. Yet he wishes someone else could take your position right now, it was selfish he knew that, but he didn’t want to be alone once again. Now with you gone, Bachira was now alone with no one by his side.

He always tried to see updates on your life online when he could, not wanting to miss any accomplishments that you had achieved. Always hearing others say your name, others who had fallen in love with your work, wishing to be known by you. And Bachira felt the same, but he had known you, he had been someone who you always made you smile. He wanted another moment with you, to make you smile. To see you again, just like the past. Yet you two lived in completely words, one where you were the main star, and the other who was the star never to be known.

It should have been an average day for Bachira, walking around the city with the friends he had made at his time during blue lock, now having a break after the glorious game they had won against the Japan u-20 team. Yet his day was turned around when he noticed people cheering, paparazzi, following one single person who shined like the sun. You.

Bachira saw the way people tried to crowd around you, some others around you almost protecting you from the average people. It was actually you, he was so close to you. This would probably be the last time he had a chance like this. Bachira always gave it his all, and he knew this might be a little stupid, to go after you with all the paparazzi around, but why should he care? It’s been years since he’s been able to be with you, a chance like this wouldn’t come by again due to your busy schedule.

So he jogged towards the scene, leaving his friends flabbergasted at what he was doing. He yelled your name, and to his luck you heard. Time stopped as you two locked eyes, your gaze holding his as his smile widened. It’s been so long since you’ve seen that smile. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him. More people started to crowd around you, wishing you could escape. Now you had a chance. Him.

“Sorry I have someone waiting for me,” with that you apologized to the people around you. You quickly walked towards him, wanting to rebuild what you once had with him. Bachira jogged to you, you two now in front of one another. You knew the paparazzi would go crazy seeing the scene unfold, you caught with one of the blue lock eleven players. It would make headlines, but none of that mattered to you and Bachira as you two only had eyes for each other.

“I’ve missed you meguru.” His heart couldn’t stop beating, especially now after hearing you say his name. “Do you wanna go to a cafe? I know how much you love sweets.”

Oh, but how much he loved you more.

Never fast enough

Isagi knew he wasn’t always number one when it came to things, never fast enough, never smart enough, never the best. Yet to you he was your number one, he was your best friend. The same could be said about how he viewed you, but his feelings weren’t. He didn’t view you as just a friend, he wished you two could be more. Isagi has always been fond of you, being friends since childhood he had grown feelings overtime, and he hoped you had to.

But what can he say, Isagi has never been fast, compared to Chigiri at least. He knew the two of you were mutual, but he never thought he would see you two out and about, laughing while teasing one another. He couldn’t bear but continue to watch you two as you sat down on the rock near the shore, Chigiri coming up behind you. It was evident, the way you two got along, the way it seemed different from any normal friendship. Something that would blossom into a beautiful relationship given the time, something Isagi would never get to experience with you. How he hoped he could.

Isagi held the camera, trying to get the hang of it as he was filming, you then came into the view. He kept watching you as you placed your feet slightly into the water, wincing at how cold it was. He smiled, you turned around with a smile on your face. He felt his heart beat, soon to be crushed when he saw the same smile on your face smiling at Chigiri, not him.

“Yoichi, you should take some photos so you can get the hang of it!” You were always better when dealing with the camera, he thinks of the times where you would help with his hand placement, not noticing the blush that would appear on his face.

“Oh, alright… how about I take pictures of you two?” This was the worst thing he could have said, cause now Isagi would have to watch you two grin, bright smiles because of eachother. He was merely a bystander, almost like a third wheel on some date. He hated it. Hated the feeling of watching the one he longed for get easily stolen away by someone he had reached to finish like before him. Someone isagi would never be able to beat.

Just you and me

The beach was always your comfort place, the weather being perfect made it a place where one could relax, the beautiful sea ahead, the way the moon reflected on the water, it was perfect. The perfect place to sit on the sand as you stared ahead, thinking of what had just happened. The cause for your now tear stained face. It’s like the beach was an escape, one where you could let out your emotions without anyone noticing or even caring.

“[Name]?” You knew that voice, it was Kurona. A best friend of yours, someone who you found comfort in. You didn’t expect a friendship to form when you two meet, but he was the perfect person to talk with, someone who felt like the missing piece that you have been looking for. The two of you got along well, the friendship was one you cherished, one that couldn’t be broken.

“Ranze…” your voice was soft, scared that it might expose the crying you had been doing earlier. You looked away from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the puffiness in your face. He walked towards you before plopping down onto the sand next to you, looking at you as he spoke.

“Have you been here long? it’s almost midnight you know…” considerate Ranze, even with his calm collected personality, he alway found ways to show you that he cared. One thing you loved about him. In these moments, he always found ways to comfort you, which would then lead to a beating heart in you. Faster than before. Something only he could cause.

You looked at him, the moon shining down on him. His mouth agape showing his shark teeth that you had always been fond of, telling him how much they suit him once. “I came here so I could calm down I guess, I didn’t realize how much time had passed. Sorry if I worried you.”

“No, no… it’s fine [name], I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.” A silence now formed, one that was comfortable rather than awkward. You stared ahead, not noticing his lingering gaze on you. Kurona took in the way you looked underneath the moonlight, the way it made you look more beautiful than ever. He wished to hold you in his arms, to keep you close as you two admired the sea.

His hand crept to yours, almost grabbing it. “I’ll be here for you [name]. Just so you know… you can always find comfort in me.” Glancing down at his hand, you knew that he had moved if there for a reason, a rather bold move from someone like him. You took the next move, slowly moving your hand to his. Holding it. Holding hands with him. You gave his hand a squeeze, not daring to look his way as you blushed. He looked you way, noticing your flustered state. Kurona smiled, turning his head to the view ahead of him.

The view almost being as beautiful as you.

a/n; none of these are really inspired by movies, expect maybe sae’s and isagi with a certian k-drama… (20th Century girl) but not really, i just got inspo from the train scene… and the little beach scene. But otherwise I was thinking about doing a part two where it’s only inspired by scenes from 20th century girl but idk😭

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Older brother saves the Day

Pairings: Nick Nelson x younger!sister!reader

Requested by: @residentmiyakinnie I’m not sure if this is where to submit but here goes nothing. Could you write a Nick Nelson x younger sister (about 14) reader where she recently had a harsh falling out with a best friend? Thanks in advance 😊

Warnings: mention falling out with friends, a bit of angst, crying, Nick comforting you (that is a warning I swear)

A/N sorry for the wait, but it’s here now, and once more sorry for it being short, but it seemed right to end it there <3

Getting home to walk straight into your room only to cry your heart out on your bed was not how you had imagined the day to go.

It had started out as normal as ever, well except for your best friend ignoring you. You had a fight last week. It seems like your friend didn’t want to get over it. As all week she ignored you. It was now Friday and you had no idea what to actually do. Sure you had some other friends but it wasn’t the same. Your best friend was someone you’d known since kindergarten and now, everything you have ever gone through together is just thrown to the side. Like a bag filled with garbage is tossed away.

Every laugh. The dumb jokes that made you laugh hysterically. The stupid games you came up with that made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe and tears were leaking out of your eyes from happiness. All the roughest times you had together. The crying sessions at eachother houses because school was too much or because of just life in general. Every comforting hug after something bad had happened. Like that one time her cat died. Or that one time when you found out that your parents were getting divorced. The times when you failed something in school or when someone said a mean comment your way. The dancing. The shit talk about other people. Fangirling over your favorite actors. Everything was just gone with a blink of an eye. A week was all it took to tear you down into pieces of broken glass. Pieces of a vase that a child nudged a bit too hard to make it fall.

You had fallen. Hard and fast. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to get a new friend like that. You weren’t sure you wanted to. The betrayal. The ignorance. It was all too much. It made you scream into your pillow as you dunked your head into it. Hot and salty tears ran down your cheeks soaking the bed cover. Angry tears that didn’t seem to stop. Sad thoughts of all the loss.

You hadn’t even noticed when your mom opened the door to ask how your day was. You hadn’t answered then nor when she asked what was wrong. She’d gone to get Nick by then. You’d only heard the door close as footsteps was heard going down the stairs. You’d felt a part of your bed dip down as someone gently put their hand on your back. It was Nick, of course it was. If you didn’t answer to your parents Nick sure as hell would be able to get an answer out of you. He always did.

You tensed for a moment. His hand rubbed your back as sobs racked from your body. The tears still ran down your face, and had caused quite the wet spot on your bed. Soaking the material.

He helped you to sit up. It had taken a while but you did eventually. That was when he saw what a mess you were. Nick asked about it but no answer came except for loud sobs that came from your mouth and made your whole body tremble with sadness and anger.

His arms wrapped around you in desperate need to comfort you. He hated seeing you like this, and he couldn’t even help as he didn’t know what was going on. But to you he always helped even by just giving you a shoulder to cry on, it helped when he whispered that everything was going to be okay.

“What’s going on?” your sobs had slowed down when he asked, making sure that you’d be able to hear what he said, to be able to process what he said. “Y/F/N” Nick’s mind started to wander to every possible reason as to why your best friend would make you cry. He couldn’t come up with anything as the two of you were close, nearly as close as you and Nick are.

“What do you mean?” you started to cry uncontrollably once more, asyou tried to recite what had happened. “Hey, hey, Y/N it’s alright, it’s going to be fine, I promise” Nick hugged you even tighter as you soaked his shirt even more with your tears. “You promise” his hand once more rubbed your back in soothing circles. “I promise, why don’t you hang out with me and my friends for the time being, I know they all love you and definitely won’t mind”

“You sure”

“Hundred percent sure” he smiled as his answers gained a small smile from you.

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #heartstopper x teen!reader #nick nelson heartstopper #heartstopper fic #heartstopper x teen #heartstopper x reader #nick nelson x reader #Nick Nelson x teen!reader #Nick Nelson comfort fic #Nick Nelson x sister!reader #Nick Nelson x younger sister

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xolliwritez · 1 year

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congrats on passing 100 followers! you deserve that and more <3 since it’s 3 requests per person, i’m gonna make 2 which i hope is ok :)

i’d like to request some ler xiao x lee reader, any trope you want, i need some ler xiao in my life </3 and a lee barbatos x ler reader! yes very self indulgent requests but hey, you know me :D

thanks in advance and take care <333

Let The Stars Guide You || Genshin Tk Fic

A/N: SINNER DEAR!! Xiao is so baby girl like omfggg, Barbatos will be done in the next post, but for now, here's the demon killer himself - Alatus!

Summary: You're feeling lost in your journey, luckily, you have the most wonderful Yaksha to cheer you up.

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You were currently sitting atop the Wangshu Inn, taking in the beautiful evening sky before you, you were contempt to keep moving, to find your sister/brother at long last, but hope was beginning to diminish inside you. The once strong flames of a dragon turned into spits of ash, the fire trying desperately to rebuild itself to no avail, and that residing to you almost breaking down right then and there.

You bit your tongue to hold back tears, blinking repeatedly and looking upwards to stop any tears that threatened to pour out. You were breaking, and rather fast at that.

"Y/N?" A voice came from behind, making you jolt in surprise, but once you turned, you calmed as you saw the soft gaze of the demon conqueror infront of you, looking up at you in obvious worry, despite it only showing in his eye's. "Are you, crying?" He asked, but you were quick to respond. "No, no, I'm not! They're.. tears of joy! I'm one step closer, you know?" You respond hastily, his bright amber brown eye's staring into your teary E/C one's.

"I don't believe you." He said, he didn't intend for it to sound harsh, and you knew that, as he then holds out his arm's, surprising you a bit- no, alot. "I.. see mortals do this to one another all the time, it's okay if you don't-" You cut him off, arm's wrapping around his petite structure, causing the both of you to relax in one another's hold, his face scrunching in worry as he felt tears dampening his shoulder, yet he didn't mind it coming from you, as he just sat there, keeping eachother in close proximity. He wasn't one for giving affection, but if it meant cheering you up, he'd try absolutely anything to your cravings.

A few minutes of silence passed by, you, feeling tired from the repeated sobbing, and Xiao, who was just rubbing your back rather oddly, but you didn't mind that, you were glad that he was trying new thing's. "Now." You turn towards him, as his eye's show pity, "Tell me, Y/N, what's going on. And don't you dare attempt to lie to me." He said, running his finger's through your H/C locks, the other hand used to intertwine eachothers finger's.

At that moment, you told him the entire story, he listened to you, nodding and humming, trying to show you he was listening, which made you glad. "I see.. I'm not the best at words, Y/N, but.. If you feel like that, stop your journey for a bit, mental health comes first." He said, caressing the cheek that leaned against his small hand, you could feel the rough texture of his hands under the gloves, but either way, attention was attention.

Your senses spiked as soon as you felt a poke to your abdomen, cheeks flush as Y/N stared down at Xiao hand, that dared to prod against the soft surface. He noticed your reaction and opted to take his hand away, surprised as you took his wrists and placed his hands against your side's, making his entire face turn red at that movement alone, causing yourself to chuckle at his innocence.

"Are you sure, Y/N? I know you like me tickling you, but.. are you sure about now?" He asked, fingers twitching out of excitement as you jerk and smile, giving him a shy nod of acceptance, as he then resumes. His left hand gently squeezed at the side stuck in his touch, making you jerk away before returning into his touch, his right hand gently raking his fingertips over your stomach, making you quiver and jolt.

"X-Xiahahao!" You call out, peaking his interests, he stopped quickly, which only made you whine. You knew he was only trying to look out for you, as you smile as he looks lovingly into your eye's, "Gosh.. I'm so lucky." You speak out loud, making his entirely oake body flush red, hiding his face behind his forearm, his free hand now gently clawing at your ribs, quickly alternating to each side whenever you tried to protect one side.

"Y-You flirt.." He groans, finally bringing his other hand down to squeeze at the divets of your hip, making you buck slightly. "Aha!? Xiahahao!" No response, just more tickling, "I'm sohohorry!" Still no response, only a slight blush to his ears and nose, "You're juhust too cuhuhute not to tehease!" You giggle out, as he stopped all his movements, instead, laying ontop of you, head head rested against your heart, feeling your heart beat beneath him, noticing how rapid it was going. "Your heart only beats this fast around me." He said, before taking your hand, he kissed the back of your hand then trailed up, making you giggle until you screamed as he placed a raspberry against your neck.

"AHAH!? I'M SOHORRY!" You quickly bark out, swearing you heard him chuckle, as he kept up his ticklish attack. "I SUBMIHIT! SUBMIHIHIHIT!" Your head throws back, making you snort as he nuzzled he's hair under your chin, before finally stopping, cuddling against you.

You take a few minutes to recover, and as you do, he picks you up in his arm's, touching foreheads. "Come on, I'll let you rest."

#natalie writez #sfw tickle community #sfw tk community #tk community #sfw tk blog #tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tk fic #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickle #genshin tickling #genshin impact tickling #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!xiao #ticklish!xiao

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ev3rgreenxtrees · 7 months

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“Hellbound”

-C.S

part four

Synopsis: Christopher fucking Sturniolo. A name Camila couldn’t stand. No, not for any normal reason. She didn’t hate him because he had everything she didn’t. She didn’t hate him because he’s too damn confident. No, she hated him because of how much she wanted him.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo (he/him) x Camila Solan (she/her)

Warnings: Cussing, Suggestive content, drugs, and alcohol.

Back to: {Masterlist} {pt1} {pt2} {pt3} {pt4} {pt 5}

—2nd person POV (Cami’s POV)—

After what seemed like hours of laying with Matt and bantering back and fourth about his brother, you decided to get up and actually do something.

“Can we go somewhere today?” You asked him, and he nodded and sat up.

“Of course. Just us, or Nick and he whos’ name shall not be spoken?” Matt joked, and his antics did make you giggle.

“Up to you. Like I said earlier, though, he is being an ass today, so even if we did offer to bring him I doubt he’d come. But I love Nick.. So I guess we can bring them?” I contemplated, and he nodded again. Matt always agreed with you, but just sometimes you wish he hadn’t.

“Okay. You can get dressed, I’ll head down and tell the boys’.” Matt ruffled your hair playfully and he sped around the corner, leaving the room. You shook your head, and shut the door behind him.

You wanted to do something, but you wanted to be comfortable doing said something, so you decided just to wear a pair of your joggers and one of Matt’s hoodies.

You came downstairs after fixing up your hair, and you noticed Matt arguing with Chris. They usually do this, but it usually wasn’t this bad.

The two stood in the center of the living room, their faces almost brushing against eachothers, while Nick sat stunned on the couch.

“Yeah? Well then why the fuck are you acting like it, Chris? Huh? You just trying to be an asshole like usual? I wouldn’t be surprised.” Matt scoffs, gently but forcefully shoving his brother by the chest, causing the boy to stumble backwards.

“No, Matt. I’m not, I just don’t know why anyone gives a fuck! No, I am not ‘fucking with anyones feelings’, and no, I’m not just staying home to ‘avoid’ anyone, I have someone coming over. And keep your fucking hands off me. Got it?” Chris spat, and Matt’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who you got comin’ over? Just a random girl you found last time you went to a party that you’re gonna fuck once and ignore, yeah? Well you can’t keep doing this to her! You’re hurting her, Chris!” The boy growled, and shoved Chris again.

“I don’t give a fuck, Matt. And I told you, keep your fucking hands off of me.” Chris rolled his eyes, and finally shoved his brother back. The boy stumbled backwards, but then lunged forwards towards Chris.

He shoved the boy to the floor, and started repeatedly punching him in the face, Chris now doing the same to him. They weren’t hard punches, but they weren’t weak ones either. The two didn’t want to cause actual harm to one another, they just wanted to get their point across.

Nonetheless, this was the first time the two had gotten in a fight with eachother, and for all you knew, it was over you.

Matt was fighting Chris for you.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Chris! You know how much she cares about you, but all you give her is fucking false moves! Lies! You’re a fucking liar!” Matt cries, his punched weakening, and he quickly got pulled off of Chris by Nick.

“Matt, what the hell!” Nick scolded.

All four of you stood there confused and angry, the three brothers not even realizing you were there.

You scanned both of the boys faces, and saw there was minimal damage. Chris’ nose and right eyebrow were bleeding, and Matt’s lip. You quickly rushed over to Matt, engulfing the crying boy into a hug.

Matt tensed under your touch, but quickly reciprocated the same gesture.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so so sorry..” Matt sobbed into your shoulder, and you shushed him. You ran your fingers through his hair, as he let out shaky breaths.

“Fuck you.” You heard Chris say, and you slowly pulled away from the hug. Chris was now standing, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, a singular tear rolling down his red cheeks. “Fuck you.” He repeated, nothing but anger, sorrow, and defeat in his voice.

“Chris, wait,” Nick called out, following after his brother. Nick sighed as he heard Chris’ door slam, and he returned to you and Matt.

“Matt, I understand why you were mad, but why the fuck would you punch him?” Nick says doubtfully.

“I.. I don’t know. He- He just.. He can’t be fucking with Cami like that. He has no right to, Nick-“ Matt sighs, before slowly wiping away his tears.

“It was stupid, I know.” Matt shook his head, before receding to his room, leaving only you and Nick there.

“What the fuck happened..?” You ask Nick confused.

“Chris has a girl coming over tonight so he won’t go out with us, and Matt took it the wrong way.” Nick grumbles, running his hand through his hair.

“What do you mean, ‘took it the wrong way’?” You questioned.

“Matt took it as Chris is ‘cheating’ on you, and claiming that Chris is leading you on.” Nick shrugs. “Weird kid.” He sighs.

“Not so weird. Maybe a bit, but I’d say more sweet than weird.” You say, before heading off to find Matt.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso @st7rnioioss

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #fluff #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #angst

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gagmewitha-spork · 2 years

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Loss (Lucy Bronze x reader)

Warnings: v sad, you will cry

Description: moments of sadness and comfort following the 2019 wwc semi-final loss for the lionesses. Originally posted to wattpad but I’m transferring all my work over here and planning to start writing again after a few years. Send requests :)

I haven’t rechecked/proofread this so any mistakes or terrible writing is all on younger me.

Word count: 953

The whistle blew. We had lost.

The semi-final of the world cup in France. We had lost.

I can't really believe it. It doesn't feel real. The US players are all running and celebrating. I'm standing here, the same place I've been stood since the whistle, and none of it feels real. We're not good enough.

After a while I feel a pat on my back, causing me to look up just in time to see the face of Tobin Heath, an American player, as she says "good game", smiles a little and walks away. I don't think I said anything back to her, if I did I didn't hear it, and I doubt she did either.

I look around now, I see the faces of my team mates. Ellen White, walking down the side of the pitch, clear tears in her eyes, clapping to the crowds, thanking them for coming to support us. And apologising for not doing them proud. The further I looked, the more disappointment I saw, my teammates, hugging, comforting each other, watching as the US team celebrated making it to the final.

Where's Lucy? I thought to myself, we had both been at the last world cup together, we had been through this disappointment together before, we just didn't want to do it again. I see her, she's lying face down on the floor, no one has gone over to see her yet I don't think. Soon enough I'm sat on the floor by her head, my hand resting on the back of her neck, I can't do anything to comfort her really. I know exactly how she feels, and right now, there's nothing anyone could do to make me feel any better.

She grabs my hand and we sit there until Steph walks over to us.

"Come on girls, huddle time", she says, her voice weak with tears, her expression glum. She pulls me to my feet as Lucy rolls into her back, I reach my hand down to pull her up and no sooner is she standing, than she's in my arms, her face buried in my neck, and mine in hers.

It's at this point that I realise, I'm crying too, I must have been for a while, but in that position, I can't hold it any longer, and I let out a sob, as my teammate, best friend, and love of my life holds me the tightest I ever think she has.

We soon make our way over to everyone else, joining in the large circle, all joined together, holding eachother up, as Phil Neville reassures us that we played to the best of our ability, that we tried our hardest, that luck just wasn't with us today, and that no matter what, we are a team, and we are a family.

I'm still crying, as is Lucy, and most of the other girls. We are heartbroken, but we still have one more game, for 3rd place, and we will fight for it.

The huddle breaks and now more of the US players start coming over to comfort us. Ashlyn Harris hugs Lucy, saying something in her ear. As I'm watching them, Ali Krieger steps in front of me, placing her hand on my shoulders, she doesn't say anything, but we maintain eye contact for a few seconds, before I let out another sob, and she wraps her arms around me.

"I'm sorry", she says, and she repeats it as I sob into her shoulder, "you played so well", she's doing her best to comfort me, but she doesn't really know what it's like to be in this position, "I'm sorry", she's says again, and pulls away to look at me, wiping away some of the tears from my face, "whatevers going through your head right now, just know that you are one of the best players I've ever had the pleasure of playing against, and don't let one defeat make you think otherwise, you haven't disappointed anyone, you are amazing and you've done so much for your team, and for womens football as a whole, remember that", she said, pulling me in for another hug, "you're amazing, don't ever forget that", she pulled away again, and before she'd even properly let me go, I was engulfed into another hug, this time from Emily Sonnett.

I'd known her for years, we used to live together when I played for the Portland Thorns a few seasons ago, she was one of my best friends, to the point where fans thought we wear dating (we never did, I'm way too loved up for that), though I don't get to see her very often nowadays.

"Hey Waldo", she said, using her nickname for me. I'd got it simply from the fact I wore glasses usually and had once shown up to practice wearing a stripy hat. She hugged me tight, not saying anything else, she'd probably heard what Ali way saying to me, nothing else could top that really.

Soon enough we started heading back to the changing rooms, Sonny still had her arm around my shoulder, she was trying to cheer me up, cracking jokes as we walked off the pitch. As we neared the edge of the pitch I felt another arm wrap around me from the other side, causing Sonny to let go and head back to her own changing room and me to look and see Lucy next to me, tears still in her eyes. She smiled at me a little, though it didn't teach her eyes, she was heartbroken I could tell, she could probably tell the same on me.

We held each other up as we walked into the changing room.

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

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okay so^.^ remember that angst blurb i submitted here that one time where gojo dies and she’s crying over him? now that I know part of the truth i was thinking more on it and it is so depressing.

imagine hes all bloody, suffering on the hard cold concrete floor of the sidewalk while its pouring outside. You could care less as you sit there amongst gojo’s half lifeless body. He’s still conscious but in a very bad state. Deep down you knew this was going to be the last time you saw him but your heart still clung to some hope. “Satoru, p-please just hang on! Help will be here soon!” You were choking back tears as you held his cold weak hand in both of yours. Satoru himself was trying his best to hold back the tears pricking his beautiful blue eyes. He flashed a small smile at you, despite how bad he was hurting, he still wanted to make you feel like he was okay. He gathered the few strength he had left in his right arm and placed a wet cold hand on your puffy red cheek. “Its..going to be okay, Sweets.” He was barely able to mutter out those few words and he still had so much he wanted, no, needed to tell you. You shook your head at him. “You’re going to be okay. Y-you just need to hang on a while longer. Please, just a bit more.” You were drenched from the rain and you had started to get hiccups from how cold it was but, you didn’t care. Satoru needed you. You needed him.

Gojo let out a soft chuckle. “I-I think it’s over for me, Sweets.” A tear had began to roll down his cheek and he could feel himself slipping away from reality. He knew he only had a few minutes left but he needed to hold on. He needed to stay awake a little longer. For you. You shook your head and squeezed his hand harder. “You cant. Please, Satoru. I need you.” His eyes went soft and his grip on your cheek tightened slightly. “You dont need me, Sweetheart. You’ll be fine.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. His vision went blurry for a second before he forced his eyes to refocus. Shit. He really needed to make this fast.

“Sweets, listen. I love you s’much. I’m sorry we couldn’t have the love story we deserved but I want you to know that if it was up to me, I would have never chosen for us to fall in love the way we did. I would have wanted us to find eachother normally and experience pure innocent love without anything in our way. I didn’t make that list, love. I would never have chosen to put you through any of that and it hurt me having to do so.” Your eyes widened a bit, listening to possibly the last words you’ll ever hear from the man you once knew as your blackmailer. Well, he wasn’t really your blackmailer anymore, was he?

Gojo’s thumb wiped one of your tears away as he continued. “I don’t want to die knowing that you still believed I was the one at fault for the list. It wasn’t my doing and it never would have been. The only thing I am guilty of is loving you because in a way, that’s what caused this whole mess. But never will I regret any of it because loving you was the best thing that has ever happened to me….I love you, Sweets.” Your eyes scanned his face, searching for more as fat globs of tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt gojo’s left hand start to feel light as his other one slowly slipped off your cheek. You were snapped back to reality as you shook both of Satoru’s shoulders. “Satoru! Satoru! Please, answer me! No, no, no! SATORU!”

You continued to yell his name until you gave out and laid your head on his chest, sobbing and whispering out his name. The rain drenched the both of you as you laid there with him. No one ever came, the rain never stopped, and worst of all..satoru never woke up.

“I love you too, Toru.” Words that he would never hear because you said them far too late..

(SORRY THIS WAS KINDA LONG BUT I HAD TO UPDATE MY PAST BLURB SINCE WE KNOW PART OF THE TRUTH NOW. It isnt really that sad either and kinda rushed since I’m half asleep right now =.= butt its a fun little imagine either way!><)

(and i wanted to mention sukuna’s name but it was kind of awkward so i js left it like that^.^)

and hope i’m not bothering you !! just wanted to share this one with you since you loved the last one^.^

-🥹

Almost made me write a second segment to this but with Sukuna being the person who caused Gojo to be in this state 😀

I’m not joking, I stared into space for a good 20mins after reading this… BUT i can’t write a second part without spoiling things UGH.

Anywho, this is so amazing, ily, I love angst, I love this. Lowkey thought abt making a whatif… Gojo died BUT, who’s gonna read thaaat? 😅😅😅 (Im still considering it LMAO)

#kamiversee!answers #k!ans: 🥹#gojo angst

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crushculture03 · 5 months

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The three had finally arrived in South Dakota, and once they finally pulled into Bobby's property, Val immediately jumped out of the car, excited to see her father. The brothers just look at eachother and laugh, finding her excitement cute.

Val hastily knocks on the door, she hadn't been back home in months and missed her dad. In true Bobby fashion, he opened the door with his pistol out in front of him, "Val '' he whispers and lowers his gun. He pulls his daughter into a tight hug, "Hey dad, I missed you'' she whispers as she hugs him back. "Not that I don't want you to be here but why are you here?" her dad asks, as they both pull away from the hug, before she can respond Bobby looks behind her, spotting the Winchester brothers, "And what are these idjits doing here? '' he says, his voice raising slightly.

"Well it's a long story but basically John Winchester is apparently missing and Deans is trying to find him and they need your help" she explains, "And why in the hell would i ever care about finding that asshole after what he did'' Bobby says, clearly upset. "Look Bobby, I know what he did but he's my dad and I'm worried" Dean steps in, Bobby rolls his eyes and motions for them to come inside.

"Now tell me what did this dumbass get into this time '' Bobby asks as he sits in his chair, "Well he went on a hunt and we haven't heard from him in a week '' Dean fills him in. "Ok well you have any idea where he might be?" he asks, "No but we have his journal, maybe it will lead us to him, we know he's on the search for the demon that killed our mom" Sam finally speaks up. "Fine, give me the damn journal and I'll see what I can do '' Bobby gives in and snatches the journal from sam. "Now leave me alone, why won't you, so I can focus on this? '' the older man says, causing the three to get up. ''Not you Val, we need to talk '' her father says, causing her to sit back down. "Look darling you gotta be careful with these boys, you remember what happened last time you got close to them, especially sam '' he says, causing Vals heart to drop.

How could she ever forget the day where everything went to shit, the day her dad and John became enemies instead of friends. "I know dad, I'm being careful, I didn't even know who he was when I saw him at a halloween party, it wasn't till he recognized my last name that all the memories I blocked out came back" she says as she nervously plays with her hands.

"Sweetheart, is there something you're not telling me?" he asks, moving from his chair to the couch to be next to her. "The night Sam and I reunited, I found Chris cheating on me" she mumbles, she was ashamed to tell her father the news. Bobby doesn't say anything at first, just pulls his only daughter into a hug, "What an ass, wish I was in California so I could kick his ass' ' he says, Val sobs in her fathers arms as the memories from that night come back to her. "It'll be ok sweetie I promise, he's just a boy you'll find someone better, you're amazing and smart, i'm not sure how you're even my daughter at times because you're such a smarty pants'' he teases, making Val chuckle before pulling away from him.

"You know you gave me the same speech when Sam left and I was heartbroken" she chuckles sadly, wiping any loose tears away, "Hey it's a good speech and still stays true to today" he defends, giving her a small smile. "Now go make sure those idjits aren't damaging my house while I look for their father's asshole ," Bobby says, Valerie nods and gives her dad one last hug before going to find the boys.

"You okay Val?" Sam asks as she rounds the corner into the kitchen, she jumped slightly at his sudden presences "You scared me sammy" she chuckles and walks to the sink to get some water. "Sorry Vallie" he chuckles, "but seriously is everything ok? You look like you've been crying" sam says, walking over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Yeah just stuff about Chris and just the past, this place brings back memories, especially from the summer of '99" she says, they both blush when the mention of that summer comes up.

"You remember any of that summer?" Sam asks, analyzing her face as she thinks, "Bits and pieces, how we first met came back to me when we were driving here but some of the other stuff is a little foggy". "I'm the same way, maybe being here and being around each other more will refresh our memories" he says, giving her a soft smile. "Wanna go out to the tree house? Remember I took you there on the first day you got here" she says, "Of course" he responds. She grabs his hand and just like she did all those years ago, drags him to the rundown tree house.

The two sit down in the same bean bag chair, only one survived all the years of being out in the elements. Val put her legs on sams lap, "Hey I'm not your leg rest" he giggles, "Sorry sammy but it's a tight squeeze" she chuckles. "I missed this you know" she says, laying her head on his shoulder, her actions cause sam to flush, "I missed it too, I can't believe we were on the same campus for almost 4 years and never once ran into each other" he chuckles as he leans his head on hers and tracing shapes with his fingers on her legs, something he used when they were teens. "It's crazy to me, I mean we were so close and then we forgot about each other, it's insane to me" she says, "something just came back to me" he mumbles and lifts his head off of hers, the suddenness caused her to look up at him. "What is it?" she asks, "You and I had our first kiss together in this tree house" he mumbles, his cheeks flushing at the memory, he remembers being so nervous on that day, he had the biggest crush on her at the time. She smiles as she begins to remember the memory...

Summer of 1999

It had been a month since John dropped the boys off at Bobbys and in the past four weeks Sam and Val had become very close, the two had started to develop a crush on eachother, but no one but Dean noticed it.

The day they had their first kiss together, was one of the hottest days of the summer, so the two decided to go to their place, the tree house. They sat across from each other, having light conversation about some stupid topic, when suddenly Val brought up the topic "Sam can I ask you something kinda personal?" she asks, as she plays with her chipped nails. "Of course, you know you can ask me anything, Valley girl" he says, taking her hands in his, trying to stop her nervous tick, "Well have you ever...ever kissed anyone?" she whispers, blushing heavily. He chuckles softly, a blush also paints his face, "I haven't, no girl has ever wanted to do that with me, dean gets all the girls' ' he responds. "Would you maybe wanna get it out of the way, like um kiss me?" she stutters, her heart beating out of her chest. "Vallie are you asking me to kiss you? '' he can't help the grin that forms on his face, "Yeah" she mumbles, looking down on the floor.

Sam moves closer to her and places his hand on her cheek, causing her to look up at him, he slowly leans closer to her, Val leans in to, her eyes fluttering shut. Sam closes the gap between them, softly placing a kiss on her lips, his heart beating out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach going crazy. The same goes for Val, she couldn't believe this was happening, she was scared he was just going to laugh her off but it was the complete opposite. Sam was the first boy she had ever had any kind of feelings for and the fact he's her first kiss, was just mindblowing to her. Sam slowly pulled away and smiled, "I hope that was ok" he whispers, "It was perfect, could we um do it again" she whispers. Sam smiles and cups her face, pulling her in once more and kissing her.

Present time

"I do remember, I remember being so nervous at the time" she responds, "I was the same way" he says. In that moment both realized they'd do anything to recreate that moment that happened all those years ago.

#jared padalecki #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfic #dean winchester #supernatural #bobby singer #castiel #family business #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x oc #about you

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blood-injections · 2 years

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An addition to my last post on my post-killjoy-comic headcannon where when the girl frees the city she’s reunited with the Fab Four who were stuck there. You can find that drabble(that I promise I’ll eventually saw a comic for) here.

I’m going to write a short fic/series of one shots for this idea and it’ll just be exploring the impact of it all, how each of the boys felt the moment they woke up.

It’s not crazy to think that BLI would’ve revived the killjoys after the events of the sing music video for information or leverage or literally anything, that’s not out of the realm of possibilities at all. And that’s what happened in this little universe and then they were re-educated and all this time they’ve been in the city, drugged, not in control.

And this Fic will be about that, then waking up, maybe separated having been doing different jobs, maybe together somewhere, maybe all out in the street, pulling scarecrow masks from their heads with all the others. All of a sudden they’re aware again and it would be about that. It’s been ten years. They’re so much older, they haven’t been in control in a decade. They were backseat drivers all that time, maybe aware, maybe not. Maybe the past ten years is all a haze, maybe it’s painfully crystal clear. This fic is waking up, the explosion of light, destroys being there and them either being discombobulated and confused and not quite themselves or waking up and gaining consciousness immediately and realizing holy shit she did it and immediately going to find her.

It’s the four of them seeing eachother for the first time in a decade too. Maybe they’ve worked together, but they weren’t in control, the last clear memory they all really have of being themselves and seeing eachother is dying. This will be their sudden ability to embrace eachother again, it’s the whiplash of brothers reuniting, finally being able to talk to eachother, to hold eachother. It’s the sobs of torn apart lovers that suddenly, finally get to feel that love for eachother again. It’s a teary kiss for the first time in years and promises to never let go of eachother.

And they’re just dealing with the shock of it all but they fucking pull it together to go find their damn kid in the crowd outside because she just saved them and they find her and she’s all grown up.

And it’s the aftermath and then having to accept that that kid they helped has changed a lot but that she older now and that they’re older now and of course they’re oh so proud of her but it’s just that lost time, the knowledge of everything that they’ve missed out on. And it’s then going back to the zones with her but their home has changed too, it’s a completely different desert. In 2019 the zones and the killjoys were still figuring themselves out, it had only been a few years since the helium wars and everything. But now there’s a full fledged society out there and they’ve gotta learn it all and deal with being living legends while grieving because to them it’s been a blink of an eye since they’ve seen Cherri Cola and Doctor D and Show Pony but they’re all gone now, the Fab Four are all that’s left of those original killjoys. Sure, maybe Hot Chimp and Tommy Chow Mein are still kicking it, but you know what I mean.

And this Fic will just be acceptance, basically. It’ll be filled with so many tears but it’s so joyful, it’s family finding eachother again. They’ve accomplished their goal. The city is free, the director is dead, they don’t have to fight for their lives anymore.

It’s acceptance and learning and catching up and fucking partying, cause destroya knows the zones are a party now in a way they never used to be. Everyone in the zones and the city are celebrating their freedom and their win.

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aleyna-taiz · 1 month

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Things I haven't said to you:

You broke my heart, W*****.

And now you want to come back into my life just to "reconnect" even though you been in Canada for 6 months now and never reached out til now when I basically posted new pics of my body online?

You weren't really there for me when my grandma passed away, and you were too consumed with your job.

I reached out to you after we didn't talk for sometime (because you didn't want to commit to me after we knew eachother for 6 months, and then you reached out to me not offering commitment again, and I stopped talking to you since you didn't want to commit.), and told you I got diagnosed with hyperthyroidism, we argued, and you stopped talking to me then instead of trying to be there for me.

You wanted me to show you my titties yesterday and I said why?

Then you said, cause I want to make you happy.

You never opened up to me sexually in the past, which hurt, because I wanted to see your sexual and romantic side, but now that I see it, I don't see you saying you want to please me sexually especially given you fucked me over in the past and broke my heart.

Plus you made it sound like you aren't interested in going down on me in the past and may not like it.

You come across like a narcissist, and a scammer which I'm going to explain.

I remember you switched jobs, and you called me at your new job and it was loud and noisy like working at a factory yet you are a coder. How can a coder work in such a loud environment? Hmm?

I also I remember you were trying to get a travel visa to the US which you kept changing the interview date for, and you said the travel agency you worked for was trying to help you out, and I remember you showed me a picture of some of the paperwork, but when I researched the paperwork it was some agency to help students in school travel to other countries who were younger and you're not in that age bracket and going to that kind of school and the agency you work for is different on your linkedin page.

Also I found your instagram and saw all of your friends are women, and you mostly have photos about heartbreak which you told me you had a bad break up with your ex before me, but now I'm thinking you just tell a sob story to women to use and scam them.

I texted you last night after I told you I wouldn't show you my titties and told you I didn't know what your intentions were and told you I wasn't looking for a situationship again and my other boundaries, and then asking what you have been up to lately and this Summer, but I haven't heard from you at all last night or today, but you were willing to respond and get back to me easily yesterday.

So I have decided that you're most likely not serious about me at all, and so I'm going to ignore you and probably eventually block you, since you want to give minimal effort and not show seriousness towards me and put a serious plan into action.

You think because you are 19 hours away from me that we're going to end up meeting?

There was a Moroccan guy living in Spain that was 45 minutes away from me in Wisconsin in town for a couple of months for his job, and he wanted to meet me, and I blocked meeting him at last minute, because he thought it was cool to talk to me whenever and have online sex and ghost on me so why would I meet up with him?

Then there was a Tunisian guy living in Montreal who I got to know for a couple months, but he would start talking to me and then stop talking to me for weeks at a time yet he wanted to buy me a ticket to come see him, and I was like no because he always would stop talking to me instead of consistently putting on effort so he probably was dating around and fucking other girls out there.

I don't even end up meeting guys here anymore locally who treat me like crap.

#personal #diary #heartbreak #selfworth #selflove #heartache #heartbroken

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hollow-flames · 2 years

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Funky story cause I'm bored:

"Stop trying to be strong!" a voice called out from within an alley.

A kid sat emotionless against a wall while another kid a little older than him, presumably his sister, stood over him. She had tears in her eyes as she fell to her knees. They had nowhere to go and she had realized that a long time ago. She sat sobbing for a good 10 minutes before standing abruptly and grabbing the hand of the boy. She pulled him up and into her embrace before he finally let go of his emotions.

"I miss them. I miss mom and dad so much!" he cried out into her shoulder. They held onto eachother tighter as she whispered into his ear, "I know. I miss them too," with a dead voice.

She patted his head and waited for him to fall asleep before putting him on her back and leaving the alley. You see, these kids parents were murdered not even a day beforehand. Those two were the only ones who escaped with their lives.

The girl walked towards the nearest orphanage, a cottage-like house in the woods that a lot of adults seemed to know about. She didn't know the distance or how long she'd have to walk, but she'd do anything for her brother. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days as she finally reached the door to the rather large building. She knocked on the wooden door before falling to her knees once again and making it easier for whoever opens the door to grab her brother first. She saw the feet of someone step in front of her before a question rang out from the person.

"Two kids? What are you both doing here?"

The girl could hear the exhaustion in the woman's voice. She hesitated to answer before looking up at the lady.

"Our parents... they're dead. Please help us!" she cried out in a pained and tired voice. Her eyes watered again but she knew that her brother would make fun of her if he woke up then so she wiped her eyes frantically. The caretakers eyes widened before she grabbed the boy and ran inside with his sister following shortly behind. The woman took them to an empty room and hugged them in assurance that everything would be okay before the boy awoke in her arms. He started to wiggle to get away from the strange woman and succeeded in getting both his sister and himself out of her hold.

The woman explained what happened in the last few minutes which caused the boy to calm down. She left the two in the room to get comfortable before the girl jumped on the bed. She laid there on her stomach for a few minutes before her brother laid down beside her, not wanting to be too far from her in fear of her leaving him too. He realized she fell asleep and sighed in worry while staring at the ceiling.

"What will happen to us now?" he thought before his eyes closed involuntarily. The rest of the eventful and sad day passed in the blink of an eye, the siblings tears having mixed with the soil.

#story #idk man #writing #just for fun #hope y’all enjoy #i'm back

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depressed-simp-writes · 2 years

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dating jinx would include

gn! reader

warnings: angst, nsfw, paranoia, mental illness, breakdowns and possessive behavior

dating jinx would include......

she's playful

~how you met (i think im gonna start adding this from now on, maybe)~

met eachother a year before vi comes back at the last drop

jinx noticed you but didnt think much about you, until you sat next to her without fear and started asking her questions about her trinket she was working on

she smiled really bif and started info dumping on you about what they do and the variations

she goes home thinking about you and decides to look for you

it took a few days but she found you again and asked (begged) for a date

it was a surprise but a good one

you excepted and had a great time (leaving that up to your imagination)

soon she asked you to be her partner.

~general~

she's clingy

she's bouncy

she's high energy

she's so in love with you

she's overbearingly protective and jealous

she just loves you so much that she cant stand the thought of you talking to someone thats not her

what if they steal you away

you're the only one who calms and grounds her when things get loud

she would never hurt you

youre just so wonderful

so reassuring and she needs that dont you understand?!

never lets you leave alone, always there even if its trailing you in the shadows.

when she isnt causing mayhem in the undercity or in piltover she can be found cuddling you

getting much needed sleep in your arms

or begging to doodle on your skin

or wanting to build pillow forts and tell stories together

loves giving you gifts she either made or stole

or she wants you to sit bear her while she works but out of harms way so not too close

she loves being in your presence

she loves that you love being around her

you make her feel so secure

~angst~ (long bc i got carried away)

sometimes she gets overwhelming possessive of you

she just has such bad episodes sometimes and thoughts revolving around you

she doesnt mean to scare you but she needed to know you wont leave

she desperately clings to you sobbing at the mere thought you wouldnt love her anymore

she got worse when vi came back and she thought she was leaving her again when she saw that topsider

she had a single moment of clarity and sent you home to be away from her bc she couldn't trust herself rn, she was just so mad and she would never hurt you but shes never been this bad before

you didnt see her for weeks after that, but you saw the chaos she caused and her the whispers.

something was wrong.

jinx was at singed's "office"

why?

millions of questions swirled in your head

you decided to go see her

then you saw it, the council in piltovers being hit by a rocket out your window

where was jinx and what had happened to her.

you didnt have to ruminate on thise questions long as jinx finally slipped into your apartment

she seemed different

you backed away from her when you noticed her jerky movements,

then you saw it, her glowing pink eyes

shimmer

"what happened to you baby?"

"a whole lot, i cant wait to show you"

things were more or less the same but jinx now had immense strength and never really slept anymore

she wasnt really your jinx anymore

~NSFW~

jinx was an enthusiastic lover

she loved touching you and giggled wildly as she would

loved the sounds you made so much she often times causes you to be over stimulated

loves how you beg

loves telling you what to do too

"fuck me just like that toots"

very tops from the bottom

loves restraining you, it makes it more fun for her bc you can squirm away when she fucks you too hard and fast after you've just cum

loves when you do the same things to her

loves marking you all over especially your thighs, if she could she would make you wear the shortest shorts imaginable so everyone could see who you belonged to

loves when you do it to her too, loves feeling owned just as much as owing

be ready to experience a lot.

hope you enjoy and thank you for reading<3 wrote all this at once and after weeks of not writing anything. next time i post something it might be "Dating Brigid Tenenbaum" or "Dating Rebecca Chambers". <3

#fanfiction #gn!reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane jinx #arcane jinx x reader #jinx x reader #jinx headcanon #arcane fanfic

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s0ul-j0k3r · 2 years

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Hi can u pls do one where Carl and the reader first meet up at Alexandria and Carl doesn't like him but starts to warm up to him after seeing how the reader is very outgoing and fun guy pls🙏 ( u don't have to make it like this u can make it in any type of way u want and can the reader be a top🙏)

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I love this so much 😭 I'll repeat what I did:

Internally silently scream, mental breakdown. Practically repeat, so you get the idea.🙇

Besides that, I'll start the actual thing.

'𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙇' 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙐𝙋' (HAS AN ENDING, WILL MAYBE EDITED SOON)

𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙇 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙓 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

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𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂(𝙎): Reader can cook cause why not, I thought it would be cute 😒. (Sorta) Enemy to lover thing. Foul language. Possible bad grammar Stuff like that so be warned. When 'parent' comes up, it basically means parent of choice so you can use your father or mother for this case. Mentions of death will be in this story, nothing to sensitive. (SEASON 2 AND 8 CARL WILL BE USED, HE DID NOT DIE IN MY WORLD! ✊🧍) (IT WILL BE M/N INSTEAD OF Y/N WITH USAGE OF HE / HIM)

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𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏

You both grew up together as good friends but parted as soon you started to take care for yourself.

Rick and your parent thought you both would never separate from the way you both treated eachother.

(Flash back time 😘) (SEASON 2)

The day he was shot worried you to the bone. Your face drained white and you saw him laying down on the bed, the others keeping their best to keep him alive while Rick was almost to the point of crying.

A few days past, huddled up to your parent. You both were out, Rick stayed with Carl.

"Is M/N alright?" Carl looked at his father worryingly.

His father took a deep sigh, "He's alright." He held his sons hand, reassuring what he said. It was a dangerous world, were you really okay?

The day got to him that he got better, he was more then relieved that you were okay.

"Carl!" You jumped, running at him with a fast pace, smiling and almost crying.

"M/N!" You both ran into eachother, which felt like it lasted forever.

You didn't want to leave him or this moment.

(Days pass because idk honestly.)

The days were long with fun, the sound of you two giggling. You, and Carl.

"M/N!" Your parent called out.

Your heart dropped.

You knew what was going to happen.

You didn't want it to happen.

Not without Carl.

It was the day you left.

Carl let out a simple "Awww." not wanting the fun to end. You just stood there, in defeat.

"Come on M/N, we have to.'

You never understood why.

Your things were packed, Carl got the hang on what's going on. There was a stuffed animal of your (Fav animal). You looked at it and hugged it one last time.

"Here." You still out your hand with the stuffed animal.

He looked at you, noticing the details he could never forget. Your (Eye color), (Hair color), and your (accessory of choice).

He took the stuffed animal and hugged it, soon pulling you into a tight hug. Sobs leaving both out your mouths.

You waved at everyone goodbye, and took your parents' hand while walking off.

"I don't want to go, I don't wanna lose Carl." You said looking down.

"It's not the last time we will see them, we'll visit again." Your parent hoped.

(Back on track, meaning Season 8)

"Alexandria." Your mind read.

The huge walls seemed to be covering something, you tapped your fist on the entrance of the sketchy place.

They slowly opened up, not gonna lie you thought it was quite creepy.

"M/N?" A man spoke out.

You couldn't tell who it was. It seemed slightly familiar.

You focused on the looks for a minute.

"Rick?" Your eyes opened.

"What are you doing here? Where's (Parent name)? Are they alright."

You gripped your hands into fists while slightly looking down, flinching at your parents name.

"Oh." He looked in defeat.

"Come on in, it dangerous out here."

You walked through the gate, revealing barely any familiar faces. It was a small little town. Enough for these people I guess.

"Carl would be happy to see you." He said walking off.

You tilted your head. "Carl?" You couldn't remember the name. Which made you somewhat worry.

You didn't know where to go, so you walked over to this house looking place and welcomed yourself in. No one was in there anyways.

People have you weird stares. The people that you remembered were most likely gone by now. So it was a weird feeling be stared at by the people you do not know or barely remember.

You sat down in a chair. Trying to claim what happened.

(Lil' flashback time)

"Go M/N!" It was the scream of your parent, you ran as fast as you could. Dodging any walkers.

The screams of pain made by your parent only made you run faster.

Your mind was so foggy since then.

You couldn't remember anything besides the regret and the screams of your parent.

(Back on track)

You heard thudding upstairs, taking out your gun for safety. You had trust issues since then. Yeah sure, you were outgoing. But you also had to keep on track.

Walking down a hallway, you cracked open the door to peek. Before opening it all the way pointing out your gun and whatever or whoever was there.

The male towards you stook his hands up with a shocked expression.

"Who the hell are you?" You pointed out, examining the room.

There's a thing you remembered. The stuffed animal you gave up as a child.

You don't remember who got it, but you certainly don't remember him.

He didn't look like a threat. You lowered the gun, putting it away and walking off.

He last sight of him was just him standing there all confused like 'What the fuck just happened.'

You walked out if the house, going towards who knows what. Something to get away from the place. There was a step, that your eyes caught.

You sat down.

He looked familiar. The brown hair, and the hat he never gave up.

"Is that the Carl guy?" You thought once again.

Repeating the name 'Carl' in your head over and over again trying to figure out who it was.

(Carl's POV:)

That guy was weird. Pointing up a gun at me like it was nothing.

I sighed and plopped down on the bed that was near. I took a glance of the stuffed animal next to me. He thought back of the guy who pointed the gun at me.

"It can't be."

"It's probably not, he was a child. He possibly can't make it out there with a single adult." I thought. "M/N."

I looked at him from the window as I sat up, comparing the child to him.

"Holy shit.." my eyes widened.

(Your POV:)

I can't just assume everyone is a threat.

You noticed a little rabbit ahead out you, standing on it's hind legs looking at you.

You smiled, sticking out your hand. It leaped towards you sniffing your hand, expecting food but nothing was there.

Still trusting you, it sat down. It was a beautiful white color, it was dirty the the dirt but oh well. Petting the small animal in front of you.

(Back to Carl's POV:)

"The smile is familiar." I thought. It must be him.

I walked out of the house, slightly walking fast to where he was.

(Your POV:)

The bunny got spooked and ran from a shadow approaching you quickly.

The man came across you, you looked up. Viewing details of him, it was the same guy you almost shot.

"M/N." He spoke.

"How the hell do you know my name?" You looked sternly, pretty scary for a funny guy.

"You're M/N L/N, son of (Parent name) right?"

"I said, how did you know my name."

"You don't remember your own childhood friend?"

"No, now who are you?"

"Carl, Carl Grimes. You gave me that stuffed animal of (fav animal) when you left."

"Your Carl?" You looked at him, realising his appearance of the brown hair, and blue eye.

It was visible that he didn't know how to act, so he came up with anger and stormed back to the house.

You finally knew, you were staring to remember once again.

(Time skip for my lazy ass)

Carl avoided you often, you never had anyone to hang with so you chose animals. You would cook your own meals, reload / sharpen your own weapons.

You went out hunting a couple of times, got used to the people around you, there was quite a few kids around here. (Idk who they are either, just make up random kids.) running around and laughing.

You played with them rarely since you were still new.

"You didn't tell me why." Carl finally approached you, as you played with children.

The children chattered off while you looked at Carl for a minute, clueless.

"Why you left, now fucking tell me."

He was visibly upset. "I don't know." Was all that came out of your mouth.

"I don't know why the hell I left, it was my parents idea." You didn't look as stern as before. It was a more of a 'calm' look.

He looked at you once before walking off again.

It became a normal thing, quick talk then walk off. Usually asking where something is.

You began to feel lonely, about no one to socialize too. Sure you've been like that for years. That only made it worse.

You decided to confront him without him walking off like he always does.

(Time skip for yet again, my lazy ass.)

"Why the hell do you keep walking away from me?" You asked.

"It's not important, never will be. None of the conversations are anyways."

"Tell me what's wrong." You looked at him, not joking around. You wanted an answer.

He took a deep breath before looking at you, "It's the fact you didn't recognize me, your own childhood bestfriend. I've been missing you for years, years M/N!" He shouted a bit. Silence fell in between you two.

"How about we make up for it?"

He looked up at you, "what?"

"Make up for it, we can practice our aiming while chatting. Maybe tomorrow?" You said smiling.

Your smile was his weakness, it was always so sweet. "Fine."

He said, but this time you walked off and not him.

(You called it, time skip)

"I'm here." He looked at you. "Great" you smiled a bit.

Taking out your gun.

(after a bit of practice cause I'm not describing shit today, it was stressful.)

After a bit of talking about his eye, any things you wanna you gathered from the journey until Alexandria.

"We should do this more often, it wasn't bad at all." The only thing he could do was look at you before nodding, and yet again walking off.

"He needs to quit that damn habit" You thought.

(Carl's POV:)

"Fucking shit, oh god." I thought aggressively while walking off at a fast pace.

I was a blushing mess, the way he looked so hot while shooting random stuff.

"There's no way I can like men, it's not possible right?"

(It is fucking possible welcome to gayness)

(-note from Soul)

I was playing around with my food until M/N showed up. I glanced away from him, making my hat cover my face. A quick "Hey." came out of him, I said nothing.

I was alone, and he sat across from me, eating whatever he had. It smelt better then what I had at least. Like something I haven't had in a long time but I never mentioned it.

(I might edit this later but after a couple of date like things please don't come after me I'm tired as fuck 🙇)

It was like I warmed up to him or something,

(hold the fuck on before I continue, something yellow came across me fucking FAST for a split second and my lights flickered. What the fuck 😧)

He laughed and smiled more often, and so did I. It couldn't possibly be because of feelings? Could it? Can't be.

My thoughts and feelings were to gathered up.

I wanted to throw up, but not in a bad way.

I felt and acted different around him. It was comforting around him apart from the hell- hole of an earth this is.

The way he smiled brought back so many memories, so many feelings, and bright sides.

I understood why he never recognized me at first.

It's the differences we both made.

"Carl?" "Carl!" A voice spoke out, clearly wanting my attention.

"Hm?" I looked up to see the one and only M/N.

"You're zoning out again, lasted longer then usual. You alright?" He spoke out it a little bit of concern.

"Just a ramble. Nothing to serious."

"What's it about?"

"Nothing you'd understand."

"Amuse me."

"I'm not telling."

"Why not?" The male said in defeat.

"I said you'd probably not understand."

"You said probably, maybe I will? Come on, please?"

"It's the same old him." I thought.

"It's memories-"

"About what?"

"Let me finish my sentence and maybe I'll say."

He just looked in boredom, wanting me to just blurt it out.

"Memories about the younger us, when we did all sorts of things. Remember when we first learned how to use guns?"

"Barely, but it's enough." He focused on his memory. He explained how his mind got blurry and couldn't remember much since his parent during the hang out a couple days back.

"Do you ever think your eye will come back?" He pointed towards my missing eye.

"Still dumb as usual." I yet again thought to myself.

"Probably not."

M/N was on a random ramble again about things he randomly thought, I pretended to listen. I wasn't really though. It's usually about dumb shit, or even things that are not even possible. I'm just glad he trusts me to speak about these things. Or even talks to me at all.

I snapped back out of my thought.

"Still on that stupid ramble." My mind spoke once again.

After a while he finally quit with a "I'm hungry." and left the room. I followed along and sat down at the kitchen table, just to give him company while he cooks.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"Could snack on something."

There was a whole bunch of ingredients on the counter, while he worked, measured, poured, all that stuff while I went on my ramble about him again.

"A bit of that.."

I hear him ramble on, not sure what he meant. But he placed a tray in the oven which looked like cookies or something. Pretty sure it was based on the sugary smell of chocolate.

"Smells good, what is it?"

"Chocolate chip cookies, it was my parent's recipe."

Minutes pass by, until a loud "Ding!" Passed through our conversation.

He sat up, talking out the tray. The fresh smell of cookies made my mouth water, I always loved sugary stuff. Especially when fresh.

He sat down once again, guessing to let the cookies heat settle down.

A chat came between us, as usual to cover the silence.

Sitting up once again, the cookies were put onto clean plates. Walking over, he placed a plate down infront of me.

Him sitting down and eating, I take one off the plate and taste it. A sense of satisfaction and sugar came across my mouth. Probably the best cookies I've tasted.

"Is it good?" He questioned.

I nodded, stuffing my mouth with cookies.

He chuckled while giving off that sweet smile of his.

-QUICK BONUS

My father came bursting into the house, making us both jump. Storming by he grabs a cookie off the tray and shoves it into his mouth with aggression before angrily stomping upstairs. Making us both giggle about his reaction.

(Back to story)

"What's up with him?" He laughs out

"Probably someone isn't co-operating with him" I laugh off.

"Still has the same short temper." We both laughed at that one.

As soon the plates were empty with only crumbs left on them. He takes the plates making his way to the sink.

"A lil' touch up."

I heard him say as he stops beside me, making me look at him in confusion.

And there it was.

A pair of lips on mine, his lips were soft. But I couldn't control myself but kiss back.

He pulled back and giggled, taking off my hat and putting it on top of his head, soon ruffling my hair.

I swear I was beet red.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes fluff #male reader #the walking dead

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pairing: regulus black x evans!reader

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warnings: swearing, angst, make out scene

request by: @upchurch-funk

summary: being a muggleborn dating Regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you

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You and your sisters had been born jealous. Petunia turned to envy first as the attention that had been solely given to her was split between two other daughters. She had always been bitter towards you and Lily, never forgiving you for interpreting her perfect young life. She had taken your things, broken your toys and ripped your clothes trying to punish you for being born and turning her from an only child to the eldest.

Lily was next when she realised she wasn't the only one who could sprout fire from her fingertips. She had accused you of faking your magic for years, doing everything she could to best you even if she never fully understood her powers herself. Luckily she outgrew this jealous fit and by the time you shared a cabin on your way to Hogwarts she was beaming ear to ear.

It was you who was last to realise what the burn in your chest really meant. The feeling came heavy like thick rain drops as you watched your sister fall so effortlessly in love. Each time she gave James a quick hug or leaned onto his shoulder your eyes narrowed, fury irrationally rising in your throat.

This wasn’t because you wished James was yours instead. In fact you had considered him an idiot since you met him and would have rather drown yourself than date the loud mouth fool. You were instead jealous of the simplicity of their relationship. Envious of how they could be carefree, how they could dream of picket fences and happy futures. You hated that they could still be stupid kids. How they were given the freedom to make out in hallways and sneak into eachothers dorms with their worst consequence being a slap on the wrist and week of detention. Nothing hurt more than watching your sister live a simple life you knew you never could.

You stared across the room locking eyes with Regulus for only a brief moment before his darted away. Charms was dreadfully boring, the lecture practically putting you to sleep, you knew you should have been paying attention, but watching the younger Black perform the spell with ease was far more interesting. The flick of his wrist was an addicting, dull look in his eyes far more attractive than it should have been. He had woken up late that morning, his hair messier than usual. You thought it looked adorable, the way a few strands drooped in front of his lashes. He only got cuter as he blew them from his face with a pout.

“You have a staring problem.” Levi muttered from beside you.

You rolled your eyes, “Do you ever mind your own business?”

“Please, you make your thing for Black everyone's business.” He muttered and you kicked him under the desk.

Cussing at you he glared, leaning down to massage his bruising shin.

You wondered briefly how he would have reacted to the reveal of your relationship with your “hopeless crush” as he liked to call it. The surprise on his face would have been sweet as honey.

Regulus was watching you now as you continued to talk to your desk mate, he had never liked the boy, call it jealousy or anger, something bitter always rose in his throat when he saw you with him. Maybe it was because he knew your life would be so much easier if you had loved him instead.

“I don’t get what you see in him anyway.” Levi said, looking across at Regulus whose eyes had quickly retreated back to his parchment.

You grew brittle at the statement.

“I mean I know he's attractive but if it's really about looks why not go for his brother?” He grumbled.

You scoffed, “Please, Sirius is a piece of work.”

“And he isn't? I’m surprised he hasn’t called you a slur yet.”

Rage bubbled in your stomach, your chest feeling hot, “Shut up.”

Levi was either oblivious to the anger set in your tone or unbothered by it “I mean really y/n, you have a crush on a purist? It's sickening.”

You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the hot tears building behind them. You wanted to scream at him, slap him across the face and shout how Regulus would never do such a thing. You wanted to tell him how wrong he was, make him regret ever speaking such cold words. But instead you looked away, wiping your tears as they came while your boyfriend sat across the room pretending you didn't exist.

You were used to it, you knew as a muggleborn dating a pureblood from a family like his would never be easy but the words still stung. That night you sobbed into Regulus’s chest as he held you in your usual hidden courtyard.

As your tears soaked through his sweater he felt nothing but the cold grip of guilt. He had never meant to fall in love. He had known it was a mistake the second it had happened. Even now he knew he had been wrong and stupid and naive to let himself feel so deeply for someone he could never truly be with. He would never forgive himself for forcing you into the hellish life he lived with a simple confession. He hated himself every day for it, he didn't deserve to indulge in his emotions knowing it would cause you nothing but pain. He didn't deserve you and he had known that from the start.

Yet every night you met, kissing under the pale moon until your lips grew numb. Everynight he found himself falling deeper and deeper into you until you filled his dreams and nightmares alike. So he forced you closer to him, knowing he would cause nothing but hurt. And you were so childishly in love you let him.

Later as you lay asleep on his chest, legs tangled beneath a blanket he let his own tears go, silent apologies dripping down his cheek as he tightened his grip on your waist.

Lily watched you from where she sat at her table, green eyes narrowed as she tried to read your mind across the dining hall.

“Something is definitely off.” She mumbled turning to James who stared at her with a dopey grin. “You haven’t been listening to a word I said have you?”

“How can I when you’re so beautiful?” He murmured back and she scoffed, face darkening.

Sirius gagged, “You guys are disgusting.”

“Christ Black, how old are you?” Lily spoke with the roll of her eyes.

He scrunched his nose and pretended to mock her silently only earning a sigh from Remus who sat beside him.

“Something is wrong with y/n, I can just feel it.” Lily continued content on ignoring Sirius.

“Maybe she's dating that Callahan kid.” James offered. “There’s been tons of rumors.”

Lily scoffed, “Please, she has told me multiple times she has absolutely no interest in him.”

“A few months ago you were telling her you had absolutely no interest in James.” Remus offered not to look up from his book.

Lily sputtered blushing heavily again, “That is completely different.”

“Sure it is.” Remus drawled, eyes peering over the cover at her.

Lily furrowed her brow, “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I mean I thought we've always been close.”

“Maybe it's not that serious.” Sirius shrugged, “Maybe they’re just fuck buddies or something.”

Lily pulled back in disgust, “Don’t talk about my little sister like that!” she hissed as Remus kicked him under the table.

“What? She’s almost 17! It's not like she's 12 or something, Godric.” Sirius complained and James threw a spoon at him.

“You know if you’re really that curious we could always just check the map.” James said looking over at Lily who was trying to set Sirius on fire with her glare.

She considered it for a moment, “Isn’t that kind of..” she paused “intrusive?”

He shrugged, “She's your little sister.”

The sky was dark that night as you met with Regulus. The moon was new leaving only the blinking stars to light the ground beneath you.

You grinned when you saw Regulus leaning against the small statue in the middle of the courtyard. You quickened your pace pulling him into a brief kiss as you met.

“Hi.” You whispered against his lips and you felt him smile.

“Hi.” He responded, hands on your waist pulling you closer once again.

You tasted sweet like the nectar of the gods, soft and tender in his arms. Your hair smelt of pomegranate, your flowery perfume engulfing him. There was nothing more addicting on this world than your lips.

You both pulled away breathless and grinning stupidly, “Your hair looks so cute like this.” You mumbled running your hands through it and tugging lightly on a curly lock that had fallen down his forehead.

Regulus practically purred, melting into your touch. He dipped his head low to hide his blush, lips skimming the skin of your neck.

You giggled as he mumbled a bashful thank you before nipping slightly below your ear. He was always careful to never leave marks that could be seen the following day. You wished he wasn’t.

You felt his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his hair as he walked until your back hit the wall of the castle. You scratched your nails lightly against his scalp and Regulus groaned. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue on your jaw as he pressed you further into the stone. Your legs now wrapped around his waist as he left sloppy kisses on your collar bone.

It was then you heard the shuffle of footsteps.

“Regulus.” You whispered and he broke away to look up at you, his lips red and glossy , “I heard someone.”

He slowly lowered you to your feet, “You sure?”

You nodded and you both stood silently, ears craning for another sign of life among you. After a minute you sighed, “Sorry, I must have been hearing things.”

Regulus just shook his head grinning lightly, “ ‘s fine babe.” words slurring, intoxicated by your taste.

Your lips reconnected, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, tugging on his tie to loosen its knot. But there it was again the soft sound of feet, closer this time.

You both paused Regulus pulling away leaving your skin feeling cold in his absence.

“Who’s there?” He demanded into the darkness, wand lit.

There was no response and you grabbed his hand to pull him back to you. Regulus stood his ground so you leaned into him, lips ghosting against his ear.

“It's probably just a mouse or somethin’.” You murmured hands coming back to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Regulus glanced around once more before looking down at you, “You’re probably right.” he said before he began to untuck your blouse, hands sliding slowly under it.

It was that which finally broke Lily, her vision going red. She stepped from beneath the invisibility cloak ignoring James' protests.

You let out a small yelp as your sister appeared from thin air, Regulus who had his back turned to her immediately drew his wand pushing you lightly behind him. His eyes went wide as he found himself inches from your older sister. It was your turn to pull Regulus behind you.

“Lily, What in bloody hell are you doing here?”

When James sheepishly appeared as well you gasped, “What is wrong with you both, are you stalking me?”

Lily looked stern, her arms crossed, “Why are you with him?” she seethed.

Your eyes narrowed, “None of your fucking buissnes. Now take your dog and leave.”

Regulus almost didn't believe it was you that was talking. He wasn’t accustomed to the harsh tone you used, your anger hardly ever directed at him.

“This is most certainly my business!” She spoke shrilly.

“It is most certainly not. Now get out.” You shouted.

“How can you expect me to leave when you're getting all touchy feely with a purist?” She hissed, grabbing at your wrist to pull you away from the boy behind you. You slapped her away so hard the sound echoed off the walls, “Call him that again around me and you’ll fucking regret it.” You growled.

Lily stepped back surprised by your sudden aggression but not backing down, “Please y/n, I’m just calling it as it. The sooner you realise that the better.”

Regulus felt his throat tighten as he listened, teeth biting into his lip as he had nowhere to look but his feet.

You stepped closer to your sister inches from her face, “Leave.” your voice struck heavy.

Lily responded just as harshly, “No.”

James shifted behind his girlfriend feeling like he was intruding on the fight which was taking place. Sensing his awkwardness you looked back at him with a searing gaze.

“Get out Potter, you have no place here.” You spat.

He was planning on shuffling away when Lily turned back to him angrily, “No James stay.”

You scoffed as he did as he was told, “Fucking pet.”

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Lily scolded.

“You're the one who's calling my boyfriend a purist.” You growled your mouth bitter at the taste of hypocrisy.

“Because he is one!” She bit back. “You really think he actually loves you after being raised how he was? With a mother like his?”

Regulus felt like he had been slapped, his cheek stinging as the older girl spoke.

“Don’t you dare bring up his mother.” You were shaking with rage by now, your face streaked with angry tears, “And how dare you speak ill of Regulus simply because of his upbringing as if his brother isn't one of your closest friends. How do you think Sirius would feel hearing what you just said?”

This took Lily back a step, her rage cooling a bit as she realised her mistake, “It’s different,” She tried to recover, “He isn't with his family anymore. Sirius has already broken away from them. He made the choice any good person would.”

Regulus felt her eyes on him as she spoke. She was no longer interested in her sister and instead focused on him. He felt like he was choking under the pressure of her stare. When he glanced up to meet her gaze he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t seen such hatred in a long time.

Your lashes were thick with tears by now, disgust and fury morphing your face, “Go fuck yourself Lily.” You spat.

She ignored you, gaze locked on Regulus, she had no intention of speaking to you anymore, “You stay away from her.” she demanded, “If you truly love her you stay away from her.”

You shouted lunging forwards and shoving your sister backwards. She stumbled back catching herself.

It was you who fell, your feet tangling, forcing you to the ground. You hit hard, hands and knees scraping against stones and moss which made up the floor. You couldn’t find it in you to stand up simply letting exhaustion and misery take you where you lay. You shook with sobs, voice cracked and raw. Lily immediately dropped beside you, hands circling your neck as she drew you into a hug. You fought her as you always did but she held on, letting you beat her chest with your fists until you stilled.

Regulus took a step forward but was stopped by your sister whose glare told him everything he needed to know. Tears pricking his own eyes he stumbled past the two of you and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeons. He didn't hear James shout for him over the sound of the ring in his ears. He wasn’t sure where he ended up, somewhere deep in the depths of the sprawling castle, dust coated the staircase he collapsed onto. Only there did he let himself cry, choking sobs rubbing his throat raw as he looked for someone to blame. His mother for forcing him into the terrifying world of dark magic? His brother for abandoning him in his abusive home? Or your sister for pointing out the truth he prayed you would never see? Regulus wished he could pass the blame off to anyone but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he had no one to hate but himself.

Regulus disappeared entirely for three days. Three days you spent desperately avoiding your sister who seemed just as adamant to talk to you again. You skipped meals opting for hunger instead risking meeting her in the hall. She would show up outside your classes forcing you to scramble out the back way or sprint away like a child running from punishment.

On the fourth day of your boyfriend's absence you felt yourself beginning to panic. Fear of him never returning, filling your head with irrational thoughts. It wasn’t like you could ask around for him, your relationship needed to remain secret despite the difficulties you were facing. It was then Lily cornered you.

You stared at the redhead as she blocked your only exit. “Lily, move.” You sighed exhausted by the past few days, sleepless nights not improving your condition.

She didn't listen, “Y/n we need to talk.”

"About what?" You scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you.”

“I just want you to understand why I,” She paused, “Why I said what I did.”

“I don't care why you said it Lily.” You said, “I don’t care if you think you were protecting me or saving me from some hopeless relationship. I honestly don’t care.”

Her eyes swelled, “How can you say that? How can you not care? I love you y/n I just want you to be safe.”

You stared at her, “I just don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me be happy.”

“He’s dangerous.”

You shook your head, “No, his family is dangerous. His situation is dangerous. He’s not.”

“Y/n please.” She begged, for what you did not know.

“Just stay out of my shit Lily.” you mumbled pushing past her and back into the hallway.

You spent the night where you always had, the small courtyard hidden between two towers of the castle, a statue of a woman draped in vines and flowers at its center. The moon was a small sliver, a dusting of clouds blocking the stars from your view. The shuffle of footsteps brought your eyes from the ground.

There stood Regulus, his face shining in the pale light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, nose pointed at the floor as he refused to meet your gaze.

You stood quickly throwing your hands around his neck. He leaned into your touch burying his head into your shoulder as his hands found your waist.

You smelled delightful as always, your lips soft against his cheek and hands in his hair. Regulus hadn’t realized he was crying until you began to comfort him. Sweet words whispered into his ear as you only held him tighter.

“She’s right, you know.” He croaked, lifting his head to look at you. “You shouldn’t be around me.”

You shook your head feverishly, “You’re wrong Reggy.”

“I don’t deserve you y/n, I don’t deserve to be with you.” He sobbed, “I could never deserve you.”

“You’re right, love.” You mumbled, smiling through the tears that coated your cheeks, “You deserve so much better.”

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