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calswildflcwer · 2 years

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The Language Of Flowers

Pairing : Isabela x fem!reader

Warnings : Just pure fluff.

Plot : You decide to ask Isabela to teach you the meanings of different flowers so that you can make her a bouquet with a special meaning.

Pronouns used : she/her for Isabela, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is super super rushed and just not very good at all, I apologise for that but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless or not, either one works lmao.

Other Madrigals taglist : @camilos-mivida, @try-cry-why-try, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @samiiika, @soumya-13, @moon-cakiie, @ignoremepeople37.

Isabela Madrigal. She was known to you. Of course she was known to you, all of your life you had been taught to be prim and proper, to stand straight, your shoulders firm and not drooped, your chin high. You had been taught to speak loud and clearly, to not mumble your words, to not whisper or speak under your breath. You had been taught to be perfect your whole life, the only person to ever understand your frustration was the oldest Madrigal grandchild, Isabela.

A year prior to the fall of Casita, you had shyly admitted your feelings to ‘señorita perfecta’. Unbeknownst to you, she was feeling the same way. However, neither of you could act upon your feelings due to her betrothal to Mariano Guzmán. The town's dorky hunk who often relied a little too much on his mother, so the pair of you kept your relationship a secret; never letting on that you were seeing each other, the only person who knew was Dolores.

Things had changed so much since then, Isabela was no longer expected to be perfect and the pair of you could finally be free. You wandered through the town hand in hand with Isabela, the sun shining down on your faces, you figured that her aunt must be having a good day. You let out a soft gasp, seeing a small flower sprouting from between the tiles of the sidewalk, “What’s that one mean?!” You asked, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Isabela eyed you, a slight twinkle shining in her eyes as she pushed her blue powder dyed hair over her shoulder to get a closer look at the flower in question, her eyes squinted slightly before a smile enhanced her features and she turned to you, “That’s a Hyacinthe, it means ‘your loveliness charms me’.” She let you know, you felt your cheeks heat up under her sweet doe eyed gaze. A soft smile played on the girl's lips as she leant forward to plant a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. Her hand moved to grip yours before dragging you down the street, “Come on, hermosa. Mami has probably finished preparing dinner now.” She grinned, dragging you towards Casita.

It was a week later, you sat cross legged on the flower covered floor of Isabela’s room, weaving the flower stalks in and around one another to make a little crown. Isabela flicked through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning word after word as she slouched across her bed. You stared across at her, watching as her pupils flicked back and forth across the words on the page, “Amor…” You began, slowly, hesitantly. She placed a bookmark between the pages of her book before placing it on a nearby table and locking her eyes on yours, sending you a small smile to continue on, “Would you, maybe, consider teaching me the meanings of the different flowers you grow?” You asked, cautiously.

A smile grew on the Madrigal girl’s face, “Y-you wanna learn more about my passion and gift?” She asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Sí… I-I mean if you don’t mind, of course.” You responded.

Isabela’s smile grew wider, “I would love to, mi vida!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily.

You smiled, rising to your feet and heading towards where she slouched on her bed, you sat beside her and placed the flower crown on her head, slightly framing the hair around her face as you did. You crossed your legs in front of you, she sat opposite you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before leaning over and grabbing a book from a nearby vine, she opened it up and you saw drawings of all different flowers. You eyed it in awe, your hand stroked down the page slightly, “Did you draw these?” You asked.

Isabela nodded, “I did,” she smiled, “let’s get started.” She spoke as she began pointing to the different flowers within the sketchpad.

It was two weeks later, you smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath before heading towards the casita, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

The doors flew open as you approached, Isabela stood on the balcony at the top of the stairs, a soft smile on her face, “Hey amor, back for another flower lesson?” She smiled down at you.

“Uh, no,” You mumbled, “I er… I got you these.” You told her, gesturing to the bouquet.

“(Name), you know she can grow those herself?” Camilo scoffed from the doorway of the dining room.

“Y-yeah, I know she can. I jus-” You mumbled.

“Camilo, shut up. Don’t you have a girlfriend to go and meet up with?” Isabela cocked a brow, folding her arms over her chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Camilo’s cheeks flushed red and his eyes grew wide before watching as he jogged out of the door, you turned your eyes back to Isabela; watching as she floated down on a vine. Your eyes were wide in awe as her feet planted safely on the floor and she stood in front of you, a smile graced her lips as she glanced between you and the bouquet.

“I… Uh, I guess Milo had a point, huh?” You shrugged.

“Ignore mi estúpido primo,” she told you, stroking a thumb down your cheeks, “you really did this for me?” She asked, gesturing to the bouquet in your hands.

“Y-yeah, I guess I did. I just… uh, I guess I wanted to know the meanings of different flowers to make you a special bouquet. I was going to write a letter but I… I didn’t know what to write and I know that flowers are something you’re passionate about so I took my lack of imagination and originality and your love of flowers and decided to combine them into a little letter for you to let you know my feelings for you.” You explained, feeling yourself getting flustered the longer you spoke.

You lifted your head to see a grinning Isabela, you furrowed your brows, “W-why are you grinning like a Cheshire Cat?” You asked, covering the soft smile on your face behind the flowers.

“Because you’re adorable!” She grabbed the flowers, pulling them out of your grasp, ignoring your flustered state.

“Stop it.” You sighed, hiding your face behind your hands. You eyed her through your fingers as she smiled at you before staring down at the flowers, she eyed them before beginning to pull each flower out one by one as you dropped your hands back to your side, “red chrysanthemum means ‘I love you’,” she spoke as she plucked the red flower out and placed it behind your ear, “daisy means ‘loyal love’,” she let you know, pulling the white flower from the bouquet, “morning glory means ‘affection’, red rose means ‘I love you’, dwarf sunflower means ‘adoration’, yellow tulips means ‘there’s sunshine in your smile’, white lily means ‘my love is pure’, alyssums mean ‘worth beyond beauty’, dahlias mean ‘a lasting bond and commitment’, red tulips represent ‘true love’.” She listed off the other flowers in the bouquet.

She placed her hands on either side of your cheeks and stared in awe, “You’re not unoriginal, baby. This was original and adorable and I love it!” She cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheeks. She grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen with her where she placed the bouquet in a vase of water, placing it on the table in the corner beside her favourite cactus.

“I love you so much, (name).” She told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss before leaning forward and pressing your forehead against hers,

“I love you too, Señorita perfecta.” You grinned.

~ Hey all! So here’s a super quick and super rushed Isabela drabble fic. As I said in a previous post, I’m gonna be switching to writing for my OC’s now and maybe Monster High but there may still be a few Encanto surprise fics thrown out there, there’ll also be some Carlos x oc fics written too. Anyways, lemme know what you think of this little shitshow of a minific lmao 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe! Mwah! 💖

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shurisneakers · 4 years

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harmless (v)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, ghosts, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, rats

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: why did i like this chapter sm someone explain. anyway!! y’all are so passionate about these two i love it mwah

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

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He dislikes the subway.

Other than his other valid reason to have disdain for trains, the subway is dark, it’s shady and he’s sure he’s seen rodents fight to the death here on several occasions.

Still, he’s following you down the stairs of the station, watching as you whistle along to the song blasting through your headphones. There’s a backpack swung over your shoulders, hands stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie and converse doing a skip every now and then. There’s a bandana that’s tied across your face, acting as a mask to hide your identity.

He realises that you’re dressed like a commuter. Were you going to dress the part every single time?

You walk along with the crowd. He follows, a few feet away.

Until you stop. He abruptly stops too, leading someone to walk right into him.

“Watch it, dumbass,” they hiss with the courage of someone who has no idea who he is. He ignores them.

He looks on as you dig around your backpack and pull out a roll of paper. A poster, he realises soon when you peel off a layer from the back and press it to the wall.

Was it legal to put up posters in the subway? He wasn’t quite sure.

He observes as you turn around and continue down the path. He waits a few seconds before trailing up to the poster.

Volunteers needed!

If you’re interested in being turned into a ghost for a couple of hours, this is your chance! Should be okay with being on camera so that we can make money off of taped paranormal sightings.

Paid opportunity. You get to pick your outfit. Randos don’t apply.

He yanks the poster of the wall before continuing down the same place you did.

He finds another poster along the way. He doesn’t hesitate in pulling it down. You were advocating to kill people.

He knows he’s going in the right direction because more posters creep up along the wall.

The both of you are on the platform by now but to him, something changes about the placement of the posters. They were growing in frequency, the distance between them decreasing as they were situated close to each other.

He pauses in front of the next one, hand hovering over the paper.

All it reads is ‘STOP’.

He furrows his eyebrow, pulling it down before peering over at the next one.

‘TAKING’, is all that it says.

It doesn’t take him very long to make his way through all the posters in the hallway.

‘THESE’

‘DOWN’

The train’s arrived by now but a quick scan over the crowd and he knows that you haven’t entered. That, and he knew that you were too dramatic to leave without a trace or a small conversation with him.

‘DICKHEAD’

Tasteful, he thinks.

“It took effort to make them, stop ruining it,” you whine from the end of the hallway. It’s empty, given that rush hour was over a while ago.

Even though the mask covers half your face, it’s obvious that there is mischief etched under it. The twinkle in your eye is telling.

“You’re literally killing people.” He holds up the poster. Not the ‘dickhead’ one. He pockets that for later.

He knows there are a few minutes before the next train arrives and more people flood the station. The eccentricity of today lay in the lighting from the incandescent lamps and acoustics of the platform. It made his voice echo like a movie scene.

“I very much am not,” you huff.

“You’re turning them into ghosts. That’s what a murderer does,” he says pointedly.

“Well, only if you keep saying it like that. You’re making me look bad.” You cross your arms across your chest. “What are you, Fox News?”

A scurry next to him earns his attention. Two rats nibble at a piece of fallen food. He wonders when they’ll starting brawling.

“Explain this.” He waves the poster around. He isn’t taking it too lightly he hopes. If it’s actual murder then it’s going to be an issue.

You pull out a black cylinder, slightly bigger than a pen. He can’t really see any more details, but you hold onto it like a wand.

“I’m turning them into ghosts. I’ll post videos of them doing stupid shit. I get famous and then boom, cash money.” You rub your index finger and thumb together. “I’ll give you a share if you volunteer.”

“You’re not explaining the death part.”

He can feel it. You’re about to start derailing.

“Winter Soldier, the ghost story. Literally.” You grin, yanking down the mask from your face to prove it. It pools around your neck. “That’s so funny, c’mon, it’d be amazing.”

It’s been years since he’s heard that. Never in this context.

“No,” he says sternly, “and I’m going to have to bring you in if you’re going to kill people.”

The rats were ignoring everything that was going down like the hardened criminals that they were. They had probably seen worse. He can’t stop paying attention to them.

“I’m not killing them, bro.” You raise your hands in exclamation. “I’m just moving some molecules around, some frequency shit. They’re alive, just ghosts.”

He’s always been one for science. Straight As throughout high school, attended science conventions as a hobby, alive even at 100 through some mad experimentation, definitely seen some weird shit during his lifetime.

But this doesn’t make sense.

“No,” he repeats. “Give me the thing.”

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You roll your eyes. “Since you have absolutely no faith in me.”

He does a quick review of his surroundings.

No one’s around, which is good.

But that just leaves him in front of you, which is bad.

“Don’t you even thin-” he starts, muscles tensing as he shifts into a defensive stance.

You whip out the little pen thing from beside you but before he can react you turn around and duck.

The click of a button releases a bright light, small but intensely stronger than the fluorescents in the station.

He reels back, feet carrying him away from where you’re crouched. His eyes quickly look down at his body.

Nothing’s changed.

He lifts his hand to check, runs it over his face. Still alive. He thinks.

“Behold,” you declare, “Ghost rat.”

He looks to where you’re pointing. The two rats from earlier were still nibbling on their food but something was off about them.

He could see the faint outline of the tiles on the wall behind them, almost like they were... translucent.

You aimed at the rats, not him. He doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed at the fake threat.

He watches as they move. They don’t look hurt or injured.

“Cool, huh?” you say smugly.

He can’t stop staring at them.

“Bring them back.”

“They’re fine, look how abstract it is.”

“Bring back the rats.” He can’t believe this is what his life has come to.

Bucky Barnes, Rodent Protector.

You aren’t fazed by his indifference, instead wonder filled eyes gaze at the animals. “Astral mice, sarge. Embrace the miracle of modern science.”

“You killed them.”

“They’re alive, they’re just ghosts.” You raise a finger to point. “Look, they’re still eating. Biological functions are still taking place.”

Which was true. But still. He doesn’t know what is going on.

“Bring them back to... non-ghost alive.”

“You sure you don’t want one? That one kinda looks like you.” One hardened glare after you realise the answer. “Jeez, alright then.”

You dig through your bag before pulling out a matte black replica of your current invention.

“Sexy colours, right?” You hold them up. “I modelled them after your arm.”

He looks down. Sure enough the gold and black matched his cybernetic limb. It was oddly flattering.

“Say thank you, Y/N, for letting me be your muse-”

“Un-ghost the rats.”

“Ungrateful,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Still, you comply with his demands, ducking down to their level again.

A click of the button, a bright light and the rats are back to normal. Non-transparent normal.

“Okay, give me that.” He takes a step towards you.

“Nuh uh.” You pull your arm back. His mouth twitches at your response; what are you, five?

The black one is stuffed back into your bag but you wave around the gold like a threat.

He sighs, making a pass for it. In a second his arm is twisted and shoved against his back, forcing him to spin so that he’s facing away from you. His eyes widen.

What the fuck?

“Now we’re having a good time,” you whisper into this ear.

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist to rotate his own out of your grip.

“Since when can you fight?” he asks.

“Are we getting to know each other now?” You raise your leg to give him a semi gentle kick in the side, using his momentary distraction in blocking it to give him a knock on the head with your free hand. “This is so romantic, sarge.”

There’s a low rumble in the distance and he knows the train would soon start pulling into the station. It was still a distance away, but his heightened senses warned him that it wouldn’t take much time.

He groans. How much longer would he have to go at this?

He could easily win this fight and he knew it. But something in him itched, pulled him back from doing it.

He blocks another attempt at his head. “Stop that.”

You grin. “You know what’d be fun?”

He knows you’d reply even if he didn’t encourage it. The lights from the train light up the tunnel around the corner.

“This.” You don’t give him a second to recover before you flick your wrist away from him.

The device flies out of your hand and right onto the track. The both of you watch, you in glee, he in horror, as the train runs right over it, unleashing the brightest light he had ever seen. His eyes shut instinctively before it blinds him.

He forces himself to pry open his eyelids, look at the damage caused.

The train, sure enough, is translucent. He can see the posters on the other side of the platform through the carriage, through various people holding onto the poles for support or seated on the seats.

“Ghost train!” you cheer. He’s mortified.

“Fuck no,” he mumbles, yanking the backpack off your shoulder. He rummages through it, looking for the gold version.

“You lookin’ for this?” you ask nonchalantly, holding it up in your hand like it isn’t the solution to stopping a bunch of ghosts from wandering around New York.

“Turn them back.” He gives you a chance.

“Do it yourself, coward.” You grin, holding it above your head. The train is going to stop and he needs everyone to be alive and non-ghost before they leave.

He doesn’t wait this time, instead turning to you. The thing is still held in your grip above your head. He rolls his eyes, doing a quick assessment before grabbing your free hand, tugging you closer and plucking the device out of your hand before you have the opportunity to retract it.

“Great, now figure out which button to press.” You’re dangerously close to him. He can feel your hoodie brush against his tactical jacket. “Also if you wanted to be all pressed up against me, you could have just asked.”

He furrows his eyebrows, letting go of you as you give a loud laugh. He looks down at the device. It has several buttons, littering up and down the side. Each look the same.

The train’s slowing down.

“They’re both the same device; this version is not a magical solution to the other one. If you press the wrong button then both of us are going to be fucked.”

The last carriage is getting closer.

“Say I win this round and I’ll fix it.”

There’s a gleam in your eye. He knew this was exactly what you wanted.

He wishes he was as stubborn as Steve, just run through each button until the right one worked.

“You win this one.” He hands it back. He wasn’t like Steve and judging by the number of items the idiot jumped out of planes without a parachute on a daily basis, Bucky was glad about it. At least Bucky did it sporadically.

“Yay, two each for the both of us, then,” you say, taking it from him and twisting, eyes running down the sides. “Close your eyes, old man, or else your cataract’s gonna get worse.”

Right as the train pulls to a stop, you press down on the button before throwing it and the blinding light that emanates from it. It lands on the top of the train right as the doors open.

The passengers start stepping out. Some of them are looking at their hands and legs in a little disbelief, most just push through the crowd to leave.

He can’t see through them. It’s a good sign.

He turns to look at you but you’re not there. Instead, the weight of the small device weighs down in his pocket.

The sound of a thud on glass draws his attention.

He looks up at the train. The window of the carriage in front of him has a bit of fog on it. You trace a heart in the condensation and blow him a kiss before pulling your mask back on.

The train starts moving, leaving him alone in the platform again with your invention.

He lets out an exhale, wandering outside to grab a sandwich before waiting to catch the next train to go home.

Later in the evening, he catches hold of a bit of tape and the ‘Dickhead’ poster finds a place on Sam’s door.

He doesn’t appreciate it.

So now it’s tucked away in the shelf of Bucky’s bedside table along with a freeze ray, a ghost-inator, and some discount Pym Particles.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”

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Heavy is the Hand You’re Dealt

Part 7

05/30/2021

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,733

Warnings: light smut, language, ANGST, FLUFF, breakups, God of Thunder thighs

A/N: Man, I know this one has been a long time coming and I’m so sorry it took me so long to end it but honestly, this one killed me. My heart is still raw just from coming back and finishing it. I broke my own heart with this one and every time I look at Steve I have this ache in my chest because of writing this fic. lol Like okay, get a grip. Anywho, for all of you who waited patiently for this ending, THANK YOU AND I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! As always if you happen to reblog, y’all are the real ones and thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Also, I had so much trouble finding good gifs for this chapter. We need more gifs of Steve seeing Peggy in Endgame and we need more Thor gifs in general.

Please DO NOT repost my stories on other blogs or sites!!!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

You’re nervous.

No. You’re apprehensive.

No. You’re all a tither. Limbs humming. Heart soaring.

No. You’re gonna throw up.

No. Eager.

No.

Fuck.

You’re all of the above. Everything that you should have been feeling when Thor had come into your life and wormed his way into your affections is crashing down on you all at once.

You laugh. A hearty chuckle as you grow giddy. So flippin' ecstatic about last night.

Then you see your life spread before you, ten years down the road, and Thor is holding your hands. He’s telling you that he’s sorry, but his so-and-so ex wants him back and he loves her more than you so he's leaving you.

Your stomach twists, churning with nausea. Lightheaded, you look around, embarrassed. No one’s here.

You take hold of the counter as fear takes over and your instinct to run threatens to pull you towards the elevator.

Squatting down, you wrap your free arm around your belly and hug yourself tight.

This'll pass in a bit.

It’s happened like, eight times since last night.

After you’d told Thor you love him and he made love to you again and again and again and again, you’d finally managed to escape to the bathroom to catch your breath and it had all piled on suddenly until you were curled on the cold dark gray tile of your bathroom floor. Fetal position.

This isn’t you.

You’ve run straight into enemy fire, dodging bullets and knives and assassin level kicks.

Loving Thor is easy and yet, you’re terrified.

With Steve it hadn’t been this scary. Why?

Why is Thor different?

Your mind is overrun with a barrage of memories. All focused on one thing, snapshots of Thor’s gaze as he looks at you.

The background changes. Your room, his room, the field where you train, the lake, your car, Bruce’s lab, the kitchen, the bathroom, in bed, on the couch, outside on the sidewalk, a restaurant, the rooftop, and lastly there in his arms as the wind whips your hair and the true blue sky soars behind his wide shoulders, bulging belly pressed hard against your own as he clings to keep you safe while he flies.

The only thing that never changes is the look in his eyes as he watches you. One amber, one electric blue.

His gaze tells you all you need to know. It tells you why he’s different. Why you’re scared.

Thor sees only you.

Where Steve’s mind had always been preoccupied whether it was with survivors of the Snap or his past or the loss against Thanos or Peggy, it was never just you.

No matter how much you can accept that he did love you to some degree, you realize now that with Steve things always felt like you’d been playing tug of war.

You’d yanked and pulled. Dug your feet in to haul him to you but he’d had his own buried two feet deep in the ground with Peggy’s arms firmly wrapped around his chest from behind.

No matter how much you’d wanted to make him yours, he never truly was.

Thor is yours. From the top of his golden head to the tips of his big toes; Thor belongs to you.

Not because you’re forcing him to or trying to make him so, but because he’s chosen you. He’s got the rope around your waist now and he’s tugging hard.

And he’s a God! How can you resist that?

One good pull is all it took and you’re in his arms. You’re his too. Forever.

But…is it a true forever?

He says he won’t leave you but Thor by nature is a leaver. He gets called to deal with nine realms problems all the time.

What if he has to go tomorrow?

POP! The toaster scares you. You jump.

“Fuuuuu-” You hiss in annoyance.

With a lick to your lips you stumble over to the toaster and plate up the bread before smearing a generous amount of butter on one and mixed berry jam on the other. Along with the eggs, sausages, potatoes, cheese, and oatmeal with sliced bananas you have set on a tray, you add the toast and quickly grab a large glass of juice.

Wait…Thor likes coffee.

You get him a cup and bring some sugar and cream too in case he wants to add some then make your way towards your bedroom with carefully calculated steps. It takes you almost no time at all to reach your room and you’re a little sorry for it because you would have liked some extra time just to think.

This is all so terrifying. This forever business because how can you be sure?

You’d thought you knew what you were getting into with Steve and he’d torn your heart from your chest. The ragged edges of that wound aren’t healed yet. Not even close.

Thor’s soothed the burn and he’s the salve to that side of your heart, but is it enough?

You can hear the rumble of Thor’s snoring through your door. It isn’t loud, but it isn’t exactly quiet. He’s probably on his back again. And he’s probably dreaming.

He only snores like that when he’s in deep sleep. Your heart swells.

You smile. Puppy.

Why are you scared again?

You push the door open and the sudden darkness causes your eyes to strain as you move towards the bed, breakfast in tow.

The room is full of sex musk. Your neck heats up and you bite your lip as memories from last night replay themselves in your head.

If you’d known that Thor would make love to you with that kind of passion when you finally told him you loved him, you might have said it sooner.

You drop the tray off first on your bedside table, pushing books to the floor where they fall with loud thuds to make room. You freeze, looking at Thor but he’s still laying there, lips slightly parted between his full beard. Eyes shut; bedsheet haphazardly thrown across his hips to keep his good bits hidden. His solid thighs look good peeking out from the bottom, and you lick your lips without realizing.

Quickly you move to shut the door then head to your window to pull back the curtains and push the window open to air out the large room.

This high up, the smell of the city is lost to the flowing wind of clean air. But it’s not crisp enough. Not good enough for your Thor.

You hold out your hand behind you and with a metallic shiing, Mjolnir flies into your hand and you focus on the sky with eyes that begin to glow with a subtle blue.

It still takes so much more concentration for you than it does for Thor but it’s easy enough.

Thor had been correct when he’d said you were born for this. Holding Mjolnir feels like second nature.

The clouds swirl quickly, swishing back and forth as they churn and darken. The wind whips harder, turning almost cold as thunder booms overhead.

“Muh-mmuhmmmah,” Thor mumbles sleepily, brow puckered as he responds to the charge in the room.

You look back at him and put Mjolnir down before you climb right on up to straddle his hips. You lean down, and press a trail of kisses from just above his still slightly rounded belly—no abs just yet, but you can see the progress he’s been making and you wonder why he’s going back to the old Thor when the new one is just as cuddly—to his hardened chest.

“Puppy?” You whisper, letting your kisses linger longer as he begins to stir.

“Mmmmm,” he groans, a little in protest, a little because he’s still sleepy.

His hands however move up along your thighs, searching for skin and you huff a chuckle as his fingers tickle up to your hips then back down behind your knees, searching for purchase.

“You’re dressed,” he complains.

Because he’s being frisky, you place a few open-mouthed kisses around the base of his throat, then regular kisses along his beard until you find his lips and then his arms are squeezing you to him, his naked hips jutting up towards you even through the thin sheet and you can feel his good morning.

You laugh against his lips, slightly stunned that he can go again after the numerous times last night. A God he most certainly is.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispers, tongue slowly tracing your lips then into your mouth he moves it.

You laugh once more, this time having to pull away because it’s too adorable and your heart is absolutely soaring and pining for him even though he’s pinned beneath you.

“Later,” you whisper back, sitting up a little with your hands placed between his arms on the bed to look down at his sleepy face.

He opens his eyes finally, wincing at the brightness in comparison to the darkness of the room before. Your called storm is still brewing and there’s another clap of thunder as he glances out at the blueberry colored clouds.

“Why have you called a storm?” he wonders, worried. “Are you upset, my dove? Is it Steve?”

“No,” you shake your head in earnest protest, a sweet smile glued to your lips. “The room reeks of our bodies and I just thought a cool breeze would air it out better than the warm air from today’s forecast.”

“Mm,” he nods, tracing your thighs again through your jeans. “But why are you dressed?”

“Oh!” you beam, suddenly remembering and you climb off of him.

You bounce from his side of the bed to the edge and then get up and grab the tray.

He watches you, curious, and when he spots what you’re carrying he hurries to sit up, adjusting the sheet so that he’s a bit more modest but you can still see way too much skin and those damn thighs…you’ll have to give him a nice bite before he gets dressed.

He reaches out as you kneel on the bed and try to maneuver towards him as gracefully as you can. He takes the tray from you as you move to sit beside him and places it over his lap, pulling the legs that were tucked away down. Once it’s settled he then opens his left arm for you to cuddle in.

“Why the breakfast in bed?” he asks, smiling but still confused.

“I brought your favorites. And look,” you lift the toast you’d dressed earlier to reveal two strawberry Pop Tarts. “They were the last two. You really need to go easier on them.”

He chuckles but beams at you and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“It looks delicious,” his praise warms your chest, but really, you’re just happy to make him smile.

“You really like it?” you wonder, reaching over to place his fork and knife closer.

“Of course, I do,” he promises, then takes the fork and with one hand cuts up his sausage, breaks up one of the eggs, and skewers both before taking a bite. “Waziefer?”

His mouth is full, but you understand.

“Just…I wanted to make sure that you know that I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend these past few months. I’ve kept you at a distance and I’ve pushed you away sometimes. All you’ve ever done is be there for me and cheer me on and then Steve showed up and everything got more complicated for a bit, but I want you to know that I…I wasn’t really ever tempted to go back to him.”

You’re busy picking at a piece of thread on your sheet by Thor’s hip, but you glance up at him to see he’s chewing slower, watching you with hyper focus.

“I know what that looked like in the hallway. When you saw us together? And I—if I’m honest, I didn’t know until that moment how much I’ve been wanting you. I mean, I was already in love with you but until I saw your face, the way you looked at me…it was like I took your favorite toy and broke it.”

“You’re not a t-” Thor begins to protest.

“No, I know I’m not a toy. That was a bad analogy, but you do understand what I’m trying to say, right? I thought that you hated me after that. You avoided me and then I avoided you and everything was just such a mess. And as much as Steve kept my attention, I wanted you, Thor. I knew it the moment you saw us that it was forever with you.

“I should have known before then but I didn’t. And I do know. And it’s forever. And um...I’m not going to lie, that scares me.”

You take in a shuddering breath, willing the barbs in your heart to soften as you force the ache away.

“What happened with Steve changed me for so long and very nearly permanently, and it made me feel things and think things that weren’t good for me. You helped me move past those thoughts, but I can’t exactly help that my heart is on guard now.

“It’s yours. But it’s also ready to run at a moment’s notice. I’m so scared that you’re going to leave me like he did. And I feel so pathetic admitting it because I don’t want to need anyone like this, Thor. I want it to be me. I want to survive with just me. I don’t want to feel like someone else matters more than me, but you do. You mean so much to me.

“You’re so good and patient. I don’t know how you were able to wait so long for me to be here with you, to…to catch up.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Thor admits, nudging you but also pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulders tighter.

“No,” you smile with pain at him. “I didn’t make it easy. I’m sorry.”

“But you’re mine now,” he declares, and it’s true. You’re so his. Fuck all the rest of the world. You’re Thor’s and you’re okay with that. “And I will never leave you behind, my dove. I’ve told you already, if I must go, you will come with me. I will drag you to the edges of the universe if that is where duty calls me.”

“And, what if I can’t go?” You wonder, worried about your future with him.

“Why wouldn’t you-?”

“What if something comes up here on Earth? Or what if…” you’re hesitant to speak the next sentence because you’re not wanting him to think that you’ve made up your mind. “…if I change my mind and I get pregnant? What if I have babies, Thor? What if we have littles ones that are too small to travel outside of the atmosphere?”

You can feel the moment his skin burns hot. The way his eyes glaze over you know that he must be picturing it. You with a rounded belly, full of his babies. Obviously one at a time, if not twins. Eventually you’ll have one little one running around your legs, excited and happy while another coos in your arms, drooling and giving small whimpers accompanied by soft kicks as the baby learns to use its arms and legs.

After he’d filled you up for the sixth time last night, your insides scorched with his seed, you’d begun to worry about getting knocked up despite your birth control. He’s Thor!

God of fertility to some.

It could happen.

You’d imagined babies and the image isn’t as bad as you thought.

Once upon a time you’d wanted that with Steve. And Thor would make such a good dad. He’d be supportive and strong. Protective but foolhardy. You can almost see him encouraging your first baby—a girl because of course it has to be a girl, your first baby will be a girl!—to jump from whatever big rock she’s on or maybe even the roof of some much smaller building. He’d take her to do things that you’d probably worry over and he'll probably laugh and tell you not to, as if you can actually control that!

Your heart thrums with panic as you consider the possibility of kids with him for the tenth time and Thor gives you a squeeze, responding to your distress.

“Then I will go…but I will return. I will always return to you, my dove. If you and our little ones are waiting for me, how can I not return?” He nods. “Brunnhilde has New Asgard, the Guardians are cunning and strong. They can watch the realms for me. Peter would no doubt do it simply to prove to me that he can do it better. Say the word, my love, and I will make my life here with you my only life. I’ve spent many years being the man that I should be.

“My mother said I should be the man that I am. And that’s what I will do.”

“Your mother? When did you...? I thought she was-?” You ask.

“Back when we went to get the stones, before we reversed the Snap. She caught me when Rocket and I were attempting to take the Ether from Jane and…she told me to eat a salad,” he finishes lamely.

You laugh, his declaration turning the serious conversation light. He smiles in response to your laugh and reaches up to cup your cheek.

“That wasn’t very nice of her,” you chuckle, only because you can see that he's not bothered by her words.

“Well,” he shrugs. “She meant well, I think?”

You shake your head, still laughing at the sudden shift in his retelling.

“You are my priority,” he presses on, face turning serious once more. “I will be at your side until the day I die. Mjolnir will extend your life so long as you can wield her, so that means we have plenty of time to be together. Plenty of time to learn to balance the realms and our love.”

He pulls you in for a quick kiss, sealing his words like an unbreakable promise.

The oil from the sausage makes your lips slick and you lick them clean as he pulls away.

“Your food’s getting cold,” you whisper, nudging the plate on the tray.

He skewers another piece of egg then shoves it into his mouth and turns to you, smiling wide—a grin, a sappy kind of love beaming through his eyes. Pride, it looks like, at the meal you’ve made him.

“I should be jealous more often,” he says, “This is delicious.”

You mock gasp for him, mouth open wide as you widen your eyes, “You were jealous? I had no idea.”

He chuckles with his mouth full, skewering some more sausage and utterly amused with your teasing.

You settle in under his arm, wrapping yours around his tummy and finding that perfect spot on his shoulder for your head.

You lean up and kiss his chin.

“I love you, puppy.”

Thor gives you a squeeze and through it you can feel the intensity of his bliss. You’re so glad you can finally be what he needs.

~~~~~~~~~~

Months Later

The soft tinkle of China gives you comfort. There’s something so domestic about it and it makes your heart warm.

“Why are you smiling?” The withered voice asks.

You turn your gaze up to Steve, and he’s watching you with twinkling blues. The subtle curve of his lips is sweet.

“Just…I’m happy for you. For real this time. Seeing you here in your own home, comfortable and just…it’s what I always wanted for you, Steve,” your heart gives a tiny ache.

The pain of his leaving you that first time will never truly go away. You always feel that rejection but it doesn’t hurt like it once did.

Months of time with Thor has wiped away most of that scarring. Most...not all.

“You’re not angry with me?” he checks, brow furrowed.

“Maybe a little?” you admit, the smell of freshly roasted coffee invading your senses. “Coffee’s ready.”

You get up and move to the pot on his kitchen counter, faded daisy yellow ceramic tiles keep the room lively.

The creak of aged wood beneath your feet makes you worry and you put more pressure on one foot to double-check.

“Have you thought anymore about what I asked you before?” He asks, leaning back for you as you approach with the fresh pot.

“Yes,” you nod, pouring his then your cup of coffee before returning the pot and then moving back to take your seat.

“Are you-?”

“I can’t, Steve. I know that you said you wanted me to have the shield but, I’m no Captain America. Would the world be a better place with a woman in those stars and stripes? Maybe. But I’m not her. Not anymore.”

Steve looks heartbroken.

Despite the wrinkles and the years that have taken his youth, you still see him coming home from his therapy sessions, hiding his face in your neck as he cried and embraced the world’s pain.

Instinct has you reaching over, your hand grabbing hold of his and he quickly turns it over to hold your hand in return.

“Steve, look, I know we haven’t talked about this enough since I first came to see you, but maybe it’s time we talk about it?”

He tightens his chin, that gleam of jealousy in his eyes that you’d first seen a few months ago.

“Did you seriously come back only because Peggy couldn’t get pregnant?”

It’s one of those questions you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.

Steve takes his hand back and with surprising dexterity, he makes his cup of coffee to his liking, tearing sugar packets and adding cream.

You always seem to forget he’s a super soldier, even if he’s older.

“Steve?” you press, unwilling to let him get away with not answering this time.

“No,” Steve lifts his cup to his lips and takes a long breath. “No, it wasn’t.”

He takes a sip and you wait until he lowers the cup again to make your own cup of coffee just as you like it.

“Well?” you urge him.

“Why do you need to hear me say it? Isn’t it enough to know that it wasn’t?”

“No, Steve. It isn’t. What you did when you came back...you do realize how unfair that was to me, don’t you? How much damage you could have done had you actually won me over and then gone back to be with Peggy anyway? Because you wouldn’t have stayed, even if I’d accepted you, would you?”

Steve hesitates but then shakes his head. Even though you know it, it still makes you rage a little. You shove your spoon into your cup and stir too violently, metal clinking against the china of your cup.

You’re staring so hard at your swirling coffee that you’re slightly surprised when Steve’s hand comes into view and he places it over yours to stop your spoon.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice grave and sad.

You don’t want to see that broken Steve expression from your apartment with him again, so you don’t look up at him. You wait for him to keep talking.

He takes his hand back.

“When I learned that we could go back, the thought was just an idea. A dream that suddenly became slightly more probable, but still unattainable. How could I just stay back? I knew that it was possible to get stuck in the past, yet I knew that I couldn’t. Or rather, I shouldn’t. I had you here waiting for me. I had the Avengers. I had the world to get back to. My life was here, with you, with my friends.”

Even as he speaks it, he sounds convinced. He sounds like he’d made up his mind to stay.

“But then we got there, and if-if we hadn’t lost the tesseract in New York, if we hadn’t needed to go back further to get it. If I hadn't stepped into that room to hide, if it hadn’t been her office, if I hadn’t seen her...I would have stayed. I would have come back to you and I would have used that ring I bought for you. We would have gotten married and we would have moved to a house like this, but ours. I would have given you and myself what we’d both been wanting for five years.”

You sniffle, the pain of that lost future still fresh. Even though you’re over it and you’re happy now with Thor, it’s always going to hurt.

Steve shifts a little, the movement to lean away, and you look at him only to find he’s wiping at his eyes. The tears are heavy and slow as they roll across his aged skin.

“But everything happened in just the right way that I ended up in that office and she had a-a picture of me on her desk. That picture,” Steve gestures behind you and you turn to look at a photo you’d stared at for a long time, multiple times when you were with him.

It’s a picture you yourself had framed and in your shared bedroom, too.

He’s thin, almost gaunt in the face. The plain white t-shirt is too big on his small frame, his hair is tousled. He’s dirty, sweaty, and around his neck is the familiar chain of what must be his dog tags just out of frame.

“And then I saw her and nothing else mattered. I was a kid back in a war I wasn’t ready to fight, holding a shield I wasn’t ready to hold, standing on top of a car taking a jump I wasn’t ready to take. I was saying goodbye before we’d even had the chance to make a real start outside of the war. And I loved her. I loved her so much.”

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, or as much as it would have before to hear him talk about Peggy like this. In your mind, you’ve rationalized it so that you know he’s talking about his wife. Your Steve is long gone.

In fact, you’ve accepted that he was never your Steve to begin with. Not really.

“Not even the thought of you could stop me from making up my mind then. I was so sure.”

You turn back to him, hands wrapping around the mug as you take comfort in its warmth. The dagger dragging through your chest is still painful, if dull.

“Then, what happened? Why’d you come back?”

Steve smiles, leaning back into his chair as he tilts his head as if he can’t believe you’re asking such a silly question.

“Do you really not know?”

“How can I, Steve? You haven’t told me.”

“I never had to tell you everything so outright before,” he reminds you.

“Yeah, well, that was before you completely surprised me by leaving me to go back to your ex, wasn’t it?”

Steve looks properly ashamed, and with his smile gone, he nods.

“Right,” he clears his throat, then coughs a little, “Well, I suppose the simplest answer to your question would be that I loved you. I loved you so much it started to kill me. And yes, Peggy was hesitant to have children. Not because she didn’t want any but at the time, with everything as hectic as it was after the war she was busier than ever. But it gave me the excuse I needed to come back, which I know now was wrong of me.

“As much as I loved you, using that as the reason was a coward’s play and I was never a coward before that. It was my lowest moment when being back with Peggy and being home were two separate things for me. I struggled with more than my love for you and rather than admit to that, I made dumb choices.

“But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you or that I might not have come back anyway, even if she had been willing to move forward right away. The truth is, and I know even now you find it hard to believe me, but in my eyes you’re still my girl. What we had, we fought for it. You more than me, I think.”

You’re crying again. Angry and hurt and also wistful.

You look down at your lap, your hands finding their way there and you instantly start picking at your nails to keep yourself busy.

“When things were quiet, when Peggy was busy or on still nights, I would think about you. Memories I’d forgotten while I was here came rushing back and I found myself missing you more and more with every one.”

He goes quiet, thinking or watching you. It doesn’t matter.

“Do you remember that day when I came home and the weather was looking bad? You knew instantly that something was wrong and you let me cry into your shoulder. You remember?”

You sniffle and wipe at your nose before looking back at him, “Of course, I remember, Steve. I remember everything.”

“I knew I had to marry you that day. I had already bought the ring, but I’d been hesitating. I’d been waiting for some sign that I was doing the right thing and I realized that day that there was no sign. You were my sign.

“But then everything happened and I never got the chance. I loved you, Y/N. More than you’ll ever believe. Still do,” he smiles at you, flirting shamelessly.

You give him a small smile, but you’re still crying, still breaking a little.

“I loved you so much,” you confess, shaking your head as your tears spill quickly. “I don’t know that you can ever know how much. From the moment I met you in that stupid gym, all the pining I did for you until that stupid night on the roof when I finally had the courage to kiss you...I wanted you so bad. I wanted to be with you and I wished every day that you’d let me love you.

“And you did. For a while. Until you took that away from me and I-I have to hate you a little bit, Steve. From now and until the day I die. I have to hate you. I’m sorry.

“What you did to me changed me. I’m not that girl wishing you’d let me love you anymore. I’m not that optimist you wanted to give that shield to. I’m not Captain America.”

Steve sighs, heartbroken too by the looks of it but resigned to your choice.

“I had your uniform made and everything,” Steve shakes his head. “I’m sure it’s great, but...I don’t want it. I can’t be your girl anymore and I can’t be Captain America. As cool as that would be.”

Steve chuckles and leans forward, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, turning yours around to hold it.

“I’m glad you’re doing better. I worried for so many years about the damage I’d done coming to see you. But you’re strong. I’ve always known it.”

“Stronger than you know,” you laugh once, reaching up to wipe at your cheeks.

There’s a sudden roar overhead and you start to rise from your seat. A thump at the front door followed by three polite but firm knocks tells you time is up.

“Come in,” Steve calls, rising from his own seat.

The front door opens just as you turn to face it and smile as Thor moves in, tummy almost completely gone now, just a slight extension. His abs are back though you only know that because you get to see him naked so much.

At the moment he’s in full uniform.

“Rogers,” he calls, and then stalls halfway through the room at the sight of you. “H-have you been making my sweet dove cry?”

His demand is almost feral, deep voice echoing around you.

You quickly suck air in between your teeth, turning to Steve with mock fear, “You’re in trouble.”

Steve looks at you then at Thor, mouth falling open and clearly flustered.

“What? B-but, no. I didn’t-we were just talking and she-I wasn’t-”

You turn back to Thor who lets his anger fall away slowly before he clears his throat.

“Has this old codger been bothering you, love?” he asks, turning to you with the shine of his teasing in his mischievous little smile.

“Only a little bit, but I gave it just as good as I got,” you chuckle and Steve’s body visibly relaxes.

With the mock upset out of the way, you tilt your head in question as you give Thor’s armor a good look.

“Has something happened?”

“We’re ready to head North. The time is right, Barnes and Sam have already taken the jet with the others. We’re to catch up.”

“Oh, okay,” you grab your wallet from the table but as you do, it shifts back into Mjolnir and you grasp the handle firmly.

“Is that the real reason you won’t take my shield?” Steve wonders, that hint of jealousy from before making a brief peek.

“Maybe,” you continue to tease him, not one bit interested in hiding how deep your connection to Thor really is. “But you’ll never really know.”

“Let us be off, my dove. We don’t want the others to have all the fun,” Thor says and with a quick nod to Steve he heads back outside.

Following, your steps stutter as you reach the door and you turn to see Steve watching you go with a pained but somewhat happy expression.

“Hey, you know what though? I know you’ve probably thought about it and I hardly need to tell you myself but, you know who that shield would be good for?”

Steve nods, knowing.

“Sam would make a great Captain America,” he agrees.

“Better than I ever could. Bye, Steve.”

He watches you walk out of his life, the other love of his life. The one he let go and the one he’ll always regret losing. You can walk away from him now with a smile on your face and a brighter future ahead of you than the one that he could have ever offered you.

With a smile he whispers, “Goodbye.”

#steve x reader #thor x reader #avengers x reader fanfiction #heavy is the hand you're dealt #mcu au #marvel au #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve x peggy #steggy #thor odinson x reader

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youngjaemysalvation · 2 years

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Familiar Soul

He seems to be everywhere you go. You’ve never seen him or talked to him before. He isn't what he seems to be. He is a spirit, he had been in a terrible accident. He completely changes your life for the better. Then, you realize something extraordinary. Something that might unveil the truth about both of you. Will you eventually find out the truth?

A/n: I have posted this story on another site before but decided to post it here on my Tumblr. And since I am still in the process of writing it since I at first, planned to have this be a one shot from an idea I had. I hope y’all enjoy it! :D

Genre: Romance, Fluff. a bit of angst?

“Sure Eva, I’ll be sure to check the papers,” you told your friend.

For history class, the professor had paired up the class for a project involving ancient Egypt. They needed to write about the culture and how it is similar to today’s world. Pairs then need to make a presentation about Egyptian culture. You felt lucky to be paired up with your close friend.

“Okay then, see you later!” she called out, walking away from you.

You smiled as you looked down to sort the papers. Right when you were starting to stroll down the hall, you notice a tall man walking past you. He had a defined looking face and very milky skin. It didn’t take too long for you to be so distracted, that you had accidentally lost grip of the papers and they were flying off.

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself as you kneeled down to pick them up, feeling embarrassed. You hated being clumsy sometimes.

You swore that while picking up the papers, you saw somebody helping you in your peripheral vision. Daring to look up, you saw that it was the man who had just walked past you.

You grin because of his kindness, “Thank you. I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this at all.”

He smiles warmly, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. “No, you’re fine. Where are you heading off to anyway?”

You look at him with skepticism, it was a bit strange that he suddenly is asking about your plans. “Just, going to the library to study for my chemistry class. I’m struggling a bit with the assignments.”

He gave a look as if a lightbulb went off in his head, “Maybe I can help. I’m-I’m majoring in Chemistry actually.”

You heard his hesitation when he spoke up quickly. It was endearing, “Sure, why not. But just don’t distract me or anything,” you said almost playfully.

He only shrugged and gave you a flirty smile, “Well, I can’t promise anything.”

You blushed immediately after, he was very cute and you couldn’t hide that in front of him. Before the tension could grow thicker, you start walking down the hall to go to the library. It was very quiet, as usual. There were only a few other students in the wide open space.

The bookshelves were a mahogany color decorated with books that were most likely decades old. You walked fairly slowly to the table so your bag wouldn’t bounce around as you kept walking. The handsome man took the seat next to you and set up his own things.

You took out your binder for your class and rifled through the pages to find the assignment you had to work on for this week. You didn’t notice that he stole a glance towards you. However, you managed to catch him smiling.

“What?” you ask him carefully.

“Nothing,” he said innocently, “just waiting to teach you about the wonders of molecular bonding.”

In that moment, you were glad that you were able to hold in the noise you would be making by laughing so hard. “Okay, are you trying to be funny with me now, sir?”

“Only if it means seeing you smile of course,” he says matter-of-factly.

Before you could hear any more of his cheesy pick up lines, you take out your homework. On the paper, the periodic table is drawn out in your handwriting.

“Alright, so I need to really learn about covalent bonding and which elements are examples of that.”

He looked over at the notes, “Well, that’s pretty easy to understand. Atoms usually share electrons. Things like water and diamonds are results of covalent bonding.”

He leaned in next to you, he felt really warm and in a way, very comforting. You could feel the soft fabric of his sweater and you had hoped you sighed rather quietly. It felt like a fragile dream and you enjoyed the moment. In a few seconds, you made the bold option of looking at him.

You swore he felt something, you weren’t sure what exactly but he had emotion in his eyes. You smiled genuinely at him. He unexpectedly chuckled as he smiled back at you.

He turned his face away from you, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you ask him still smiling, trying to tell him it’s alright.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said sighing, tapping his hands on the table.

“Why? What did you do?” you asked innocently, wondering why he sounded peccant.

He dared to lift his head up in your direction, “No, no. I can’t say it. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You then looked down to see that your cleavage was showing a bit. You felt a rush go to your cheeks and pulled your cardigan over your shirt to cover it. “I’m really sorry,” you immediately apologized.

He shook his head, “No! It wasn’t that. You don’t need to do that. I mean, they’re really nice.”

You laughed as he stumbled on his words and he looked like he regretted saying the last sentence. “Hey, you’re okay,” you assure him, patting his back.

He lifted his eyebrow towards you, “So it was fine for me to suddenly confess to you that you have nice breasts?”

This made you blush harder, “Shut up!”

He laughed as he dodged your arm when you hit him. You two were worried if you were making too much noise in the library. “You know, I never got your name.”

You smiled once again, “It’s Y/N.”

“You have a beautiful name,” he said firmly.

“Thank you,” you said shyly. You were surprised you were able to hold your gaze in his eyes. He was bold, you'll admit. But it was sort of endearing in a way.

“I’m Jooheon. I’m studying Chemistry to be a forensic scientist,” he said enthusiastically.

You felt the surge of excitement he seemed to have for what he loved. “Wow! So you want to go on crime scenes and all of that?”

He nodded, “Yup. I just find it interesting how evidence can really say a lot about what transpired and how it went down.”

You almost jumped when your phone rung and quickly answered as you did not want it to keep ringing. “Hello?” you said quickly.

“Y/N! I just wanted to ask when we can work on our project together!” Eva asked you excitedly.

“Oh,” you looked over to Jooheon, “Eva, can I just message you? I’m in the library.”

“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I can just call back later!” Eva told you before hanging up.

You rolled your eyes playfully and ended the call as well, looking up at Jooheon apologetically. “I’m sorry, I wanted to keep listening to you.”

“No it’s fine,” he said smiling. His smile was very welcoming. He had dimples on his face which added more to his friendly demeanor. It was blatant how handsome he was, and you started to wonder if maybe you shouldn’t be thinking about him in this way.

You pushed some hair behind your ear, “Um, I think I need to go.”

He looked a bit disappointed when you told him. You continued, “I just have some things to do and I need to rest as well.”

“Hey did you want me to give you my number?” he asked suddenly.

You smiled up at him, “Yeah, I’d love to talk more with you.”

You had suspicions since of course, you had just met him. You had hoped that his kindness was genuine and the fact that you thought he was attractive helped as well. He seemed friendly enough that he felt familiar. It was indescribable and very perplexing.

He had punched in his number after you kindly gave him your phone, you trusted he wouldn’t pull anything. With another smile, he departed, “I guess I’ll talk to you soon?”

Your eyes brightened as you smiled simultaneously. It was no question you made a new friend. “Yes, you will.”

#leejooheon #monsta x #kpop #multifandom #guardianangel #leejooheonxreader #alternate universe #fanfiction

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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[Tales from the Pack] Hansol: Fire and Ice (Part Four)

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, a little bit of fluff, lots of mentions of death

Word count: 2,962

Summary: You’ve always been one to let your emotions get the best of you – your power reflects that – and you’ve never been good at expressing them. That’s why you always thought you’d be awful with a mate, but you never thought things would be this awful.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also as y’all already know, kyung is half black so i included that bit in this part since the series is from her pov. i try to mostly avoid being that specific in reader inserts but oh well lmao

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After waking up but before the funeral, the first thing that was brought to your attention were the injuries. Jooyeon’s neck was bruised and sore – Seungcheol couldn’t help but growl whenever he really stared at it, which was often because he couldn’t stop thinking about how someone tried to strangle his mate – most of the mates and wolves had cuts and scrapes, those in town had silver bullet wounds that had to heal, and there was Hansol with silver burned into his shoulders and arms. However, Hansol never once complained about the pain when he was with you. He’d grunt and whimper softly when he moved or did things or his clothes brushed against it, but he mostly kept his discomfort to himself.

The first thing you tried was Joshua’s healing, which he was already overexerting -- and soon, he was unable to use it at all. He was trying to quickly heal everybody’s silver injuries, but Hansol’s was the biggest one, and it was deeper than the others. There were faint grey veins in his back when he took off his shirt, and you could only imagine what it must’ve felt like. But you chose to try to ignore the strong instinct to stay beside your mate. Instead, you tried to help your pack and their mates with coping.

“Where’s Rin?” you asked Jinyoung as you entered the kitchen.

“She’s been hiding ever since the night we came home,” he replied, sipping from a mug of coffee. “I saw her run outside that night, but then she went invisible. I haven’t seen her since.”

You frowned. Other than Jiung, you were closest with Rin and Chanseong. With Chanseong gone and Rin hiding – you could sniff her out, but you didn’t want to blow her cover and upset her – you felt even more alone. Your inner wolf yearned to go back to Hansol and at least watch as Joshua tried to heal him, but you ignored that feeling yet again.

“I guess I’ll…find something else to do,” you shrugged.

Jinyoung sighed, setting his mug on the counter and putting a hand on your shoulder as you turned to go, “_____, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“You’re just trying to distract yourself from Hansol.”

“No,” you snapped, scowling at the younger wolf, “I’m trying to be a good alpha.”

Jinyoung’s face fell, his grip loosening, “_____, I know you must feel it, too…”

“No, it’ll go away,” you stated surely. “I’m the alpha, so I’m staying here and acting like it. I’m not letting my pack down.”

“You’re not letting anybody down, _____. You’re being too hard on yourself. And you can’t say that you’d be letting down Jiung because we both know – we all know – that he would want you to go easier on yourself, too.”

“Shut up!” you snapped, pulling away from Jinyoung and staring at the floor. You took deep breaths as you felt your temper flaring up, the skin of your knuckles starting to spark. The last thing you wanted was to set the kitchen on fire. “Just…let me do what I need to, okay? This is how I want to do things.”

You heard Rin’s voice, but you didn’t see her, “It’s how she wants to cope.”

She appeared beside Jinyoung at the counter, though she shrunk behind him like she was hiding from somebody.

Jinyoung glanced over at her before looking back at you, “What did she say?”

Rika walked into the kitchen, an empty syringe in one hand, and her hands clad in gloves, “She says it’s how _____ chooses to cope. Personally, I agree. _____ is our alpha now and she should decide what she wants to do. We can’t baby her like Jiung did.”

“You can’t seriously believe that–”

“Jinyoung,” Rika barked, tossing the syringe in the garbage. “not now.”

“How’s Hansol?” Rin wondered quietly.

Rika sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm, “Nothing’s working. I recommended a doctor in the town near their new house, and he said he’ll think about it.”

“Oh, Minjee?” you asked, ignoring the fact that the two girls were speaking English to each other. “She did well with Baekhan that one time.”

“And she’s affordable for the wolves who had a harder time blending in,” Rika chuckled. “I think she’ll be able to be of the best assistance for them if even Joshua’s powers aren’t healing Hansol.”

While Rika had to repeat what she had said to Rin in English, you went to walk out of the kitchen in search of something else to keep your brain busy since now all you could think of was Hansol’s injuries. However, Jinyoung stopped you once again.

“This isn’t over, _____,” he told you. “Their pack leaves tomorrow, and you’ll have to decide. We’re having a pack meeting tonight to discuss this.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled before shrugging him off and leaving the kitchen.

Seungcheol’s pack stayed for two days. Two days of preparations for a ceremony that would serve as a funeral for the fallen alpha. Two days of Hansol whimpering in pain whenever anybody touched his shoulders or the back of his arms. Two whole days of Joshua doing his best to heal everybody until he physically couldn’t use his power anymore. Two days of Soonyoung sniffing around your house, which you thought was weird, but it at least lessened the tension seeing his weird behavior.

The funeral was exactly what they expected, but they found out it was a funeral for two. You were the only one who knew that Chanseong had left, but you were too out of it to do anything about it at the time. When did manage to break the news to the pack, they seemed upset but not surprised. Nobody was surprised that Chanseong would do something like that since Jiung was dead. Outside of the pack, Chanseong had no other family.

Since there were no bodies to bury, memorials were created in the backyard. On wooden crosses that your pack had made, their names were engraved into them before they were put side-by-side in the dirt. Bang Jiung and Lee Chanseong – an alpha and his mate.

You were at least thankful that Seungcheol’s pack attended and listened attentively to what your pack had to say about your brother. You could feel eyes on you most of the time, though you assumed they were afraid that you would lose your cool like you had before. However, you just stared at the ground, dressed in all black like the rest of your pack, and said nothing.

Seungcheol’s pack also noticed that Rin was still missing -- well, she was there because the wolves could smell her, but she stayed invisible the whole time -- and everyone noticed that Hansol stood farthest away from the group. They figured Hansol wanted to still be here to pay his respects, but stood farther away since he was apparently the cause of all this in your eyes and in his own.

Once it was over, the three alphas ushered their own pack inside so that way Your pack could have some time alone to do whatever you needed to do. Suvi had turned to look at your pack right before entering the house and noticed Rin was suddenly there.

After the funeral, you still didn’t feel different -- you thought you might after waking up, too, but you didn’t. You weren’t sure if you’d even feel different after becoming the new alpha, but you thought maybe it would make you feel at least a little bit stronger or a little more sure of yourself. Instead, you just felt as broken as you did before. Nothing had changed.

You did feel something – an instinct that you already knew what it was – but you shoved that instinct down and tried to live up to the alpha you knew your brother would want you to be. Maybe if you really acted the part, you’d feel it – everyone would. At least, that’s all you could hope for.

Since you’d missed seeing Eunjin, you spent most of your time sitting beside her. Unlike the other mated couples, her and Seungkwan weren’t all over each other. They didn’t bother asking you about any of your problems, and you enjoyed listening to them talk about anything -- from things Eunjin was hearing, to Seungkwan just telling her old stories of the pack.

As they spoke about their different traditions from their home countries, you spoke up about one thing in particular, “That is something I never understood…”

“What?” Seungkwan asked, his hand wrapped around Eunjin’s tiny one.

“When Koreans marry, nobody takes the other’s surname,” you clarified, looking between the couple. “America’s the same way as Eunjin’s home country where if you and Eunjin got married, Eunjin would become Boo Eunjin. Then again, I guess getting married isn’t something werewolves do either, huh?”

“We are,” Yeji suddenly interjected, listening to the conversation.

“What?” Jihoon asked, being taken off guard by the suddenly remark by his mate, and making the others in the room chuckle.

You even cracked a small smile.

“We’re getting married,” she repeated, “…right?”

Quickly, Jihoon nodded, “If that’s what you want to do, then of course.”

“Good answer,” Wonwoo nodded, nudging his brother with his elbow.

“You’re such a sucker for her,” Soonyoung said teasingly, rolling his eyes.

Danbi looked to you, her soft smile growing wider when she looked at you like she was just trying to make you happy. Danbi was a cute girl.

“What about you, _____?” she asked. “Did you want to get married?”

You just shrugged, “I don’t know. I would fantasize about it a lot when I was a child but after living the life of a werewolf for so long and learning more of their customs, I don’t think I’d mind either way.”

“Where exactly are you from, _____?” Soomin inquired, leaning forward like she was genuinely interested.

“I’m from America, and I would visit once a year, but I don’t remember my birth parents,” you admitted with a shrug, your hands folding together in your lap. “My adoptive ones managed to save a picture of them, so I know what they looked like at least -- not that I care. But my mother was white and my father was black. Me and Ji– Um…I’m not as dark as my dad, but I’m darker than my mom, obviously.”

Eunjin looked at you with a hint of a smile on her pink lips as her wide blue eyes took you in, softly saying, “You’re really pretty, _____. I’ve always thought your hair was pretty, and you have a cute nose.”

“Thanks,” you could feel your cheeks heating up as you looked at your lap. You knew Eunjin was too genuine, so you knew she truly believed the comments she made about you. She was too sweet for this awful world.

“_____,” you heard Hanbin call you from the kitchen. You looked up to see him wave you over. “C’mon.”

You sighed, standing up, “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“Okay!” Danbi chirped.

You walked out of the living room normally before dragging your feet through the kitchen. You knew why you were dreading this pack meeting but you tried to not let those reasons get to you. You were going to have to face the reality of the situation even if you didn’t want to. You could pretend as long as you wanted, but your instincts knew the truth – all of them knew the truth.

Hanbin held the back door open for you to walk out onto the wrap-around porch and down the steps to the backyard. You joined the group that had already formed around the large fire, standing around it to warm their faces and hands.

“Alright,” Jaesang spoke up once you and Hanbin had joined the group, “now that the alpha is here, we can start.”

You just stared down at your boot-clad feet.

“Have you made any decisions, _____?” Jimin wondered softly.

“I already told Jinyoung what I’m doing,” you grumbled.

Across the fire, you could hear Rika whispering translations to Rin.

“You shouldn’t–”

“Jinyoung,” Hanbin spoke up, placing a hand on your back, “let’s let _____ explain herself. What did you decide, _____?”

“I’m staying with my pack,” you stated, finally lifting your head to look at each member. “I’m going to be the alpha, and I’m going to do it well.”

“You do know that’s suicide, right?” Rin asked, her voice hard as her golden eyes glared at you. “You’re just going to kill yourself, and then you won’t be an alpha even if you–”

“Corinne,” Rika whispered harshly.

“At least I’m not playing hide-n-seek with the other pack!” you shouted, already getting worked up at Rin’s insinuation.

Rin’s cheeks flushed, and she averted her eyes to the fire.

“I vaguely got an idea of what Rin said,” Hyojun spoke up, his hands shoved into his pockets as his mate clung to one of his arms, “but I know she’s right. _____, if you deny Hansol, you’ll kill him and yourself. I’m not saying you should listen to us, but I think you should think this over a bit more. At least promise us that, yeah?”

You stared at Hyojun for a moment before instinctively looking up at Hanbin. Then your eyes flickered to the fire after realizing you were the alpha and you were to make your own decisions.

With a sigh, you nodded once, “I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you,” Hanbin nodded, sounding almost relieved and happy. “We’d rather have you out of the pack and safe, than in it and dead.”

Most of the pack brought their mates and themselves back inside, but you stayed outside by the fire. You stared deep into the flames, trying to sort through the maze of thoughts you had. You knew you’d be digging your own grave if you denied your mate since you had the same strong urges, but you hoped that pretending they didn’t exist would just make them go away. But at the same time, the wolf side of you just didn’t want to ignore those feelings.

You let out a groan, dropping your head into your hands. You had thought everyone had gone inside but you felt a strong arm tug you into their side, and you already knew who it was: Hanbin.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed outside to think in the quiet of the night, but Hanbin stood by you the entire time. All you could think as you stared into the fire that only reminded you of your own temper, was that Hanbin would make a better alpha than you ever could.

The pack was leaving around 7am, and your pack met them outside to say goodbye. Most of your pack shook hands with the others, some of the mates hugged the other mates. Soonyoung was still acting weird, but at this point, you figured that was just typical Soonyoung. You stayed toward the back, though, as you were supposed to make your official decision.

The entire time, you felt eyes on you. From your pack and theirs, but you mostly felt Hansol’s boring into you. You just kept your eyes on the ground, waiting for the inevitable.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you and your pack,” Hanbin said, shaking hands with the three alphas, “and if you ever need anything else, just give us a shout.”

“Eunjin’s got that covered,” Seokmin joked.

Finally, Hanbin turned to you, waving you over. Your feet robotically moved one in front of the other, but the whole thing felt like a blur. You felt like you weren’t even in your own body.

“So, _____,” Hanbin put a warm hand on your shoulder, looking down at you.

But the one to ask the question wasn’t Hanbin.

“_____,” Hansol spoke up suddenly, his voice soft but capturing your attention easily. You looked at him as he walked over, though you could see the pain in his face he was trying to hide from his clothes moving against his injuries. He stopped in front of you, yellow eyes staring deeply into yours. “I know you hate me, and I know what I did is unforgivable. Despite everything that happened, I promise to work as hard as I have to to make you happy again. I don’t care if it takes me until I die, I swear I’ll make you happy someday. I’ll love you with my whole heart, and I’ll always take care of you. So…will you come with me and be my mate?”

Both packs were silent as you and Hansol looked at each other. Most of you – maybe all of you – was screaming to take his hand and let him lead you off to a new life. You knew even your own pack wanted you to go with him just so you’d be alive and be well taken care of because they knew Hansol would be able to keep you under control after what happened in the woods the other night. Nobody else in your pack could ever do what he could do. Nobody could ever keep you out of trouble like Hansol could. Nobody could even touch you when your powers were in use, but Hansol could easily.

But your lips parted to speak, and you barely whispered the word, “No.”

Then you turned away from the pack and made your way through your smaller one, going into the house and not sparing Hansol a second glance.

You were an alpha, just like Jiung, and you were going to be strong like him.

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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Can’t Lose You

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Summary: Y/N, a servant in the palace, and Zuko, the prince of the Fire Nation, never should have been allowed to be friends growing up but after three years, things have changed for the both of them.

Warnings: Descriptions of burns/ injuries (the scene where Ozai burns Zuko)

Word Count: 7300 (it’s a long one y’all)

A/N: I know that they never once mention cards in A:TLA but I had a hard time figuring out how to do the scene with Azula with something like Pai Sho pieces.

Part 2 out now! Can’t Get Rid Of Me

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It was a beautiful day on Ember Island, with the sun shining brightly, the waves crashing in beautiful roars, and the lizard-birds cawing overhead. The sun warmed your skin as you carried your basket full of blown glass beaded jewelry into the marketplace, small glass orbs of every color swishing around like liquid almost in the woven basket. The normal crowd bustled around you in three categories: 1) The Rich Kids: These were the teenagers whose parents were generals or socialites in the Fire Nation military. They were either here on vacation or enjoyed living in an exotic place. Their lives revolved around partying, shopping, and drinking. 2) The Merchants and Artisans: Another set of locals, just much less affluent than the former group. These were the people who lived on Ember Island full time and were the only reason things ran. They provided services from cooking to clothing to furniture. 3) The Tourists: These were the citizens from the mainland that came to Ember Island to take in the sights and relax. You were a part of the second of these categories.

Creating glass beads was never something you saw yourself doing. Especially not several years ago. Artisanal work was something that seemed so far out of anything you could do. See, you’d grown up in the palace… sort of. Your parents had been servants in the palace prior to your birth which led you to a life of servitude yourself.

It was a miserable life no matter how much your parents insisted it was better than living in one of the poorer villages outside of the palace, where people were treated like they were from other nations. Every day from the age of eleven, you’d been bossed around by anyone who had a title. “Get me water!” “Get me food!” “Wash my clothes!” “Make my bed!” You were nothing. Most of the time, they didn’t even use your name. Most of them didn’t even know your name. But that wasn’t even the worst of it because there was always Azula.

The sun shone brightly in the little courtyard full of flowers and the little pond with turtle ducks that you and Zuko loved to play with. Zuko had been your best friend since his mother had allowed you to play with the royal children. Both of your parents were servants in the palace and, in the early years of your life, you were too young to work around the castle when you weren't in school. When Ursa found out, she insisted that you play with Zuko, Azusa, Mai, and Ty Lee, despite Ozai's insistence that his children should not associate with people below them. It was the one debate that Ursa ever seemed to win.

Despite her victory though, it didn't mean that your 'play dates' were much fun. At first, you gravitated towards Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai, as they were the girls and who Ursa first introduced you to with the assumption you guys would be friends. While Mai and Ty Lee both loved you and treated you well, Azula took after her father and treated you like scum. She'd feign niceties and then turn on you and do horrible things. She treated Zuko very similarly so the two of you bonded over your mutual dislike of his sister.

The two of you became best friends and did everything together. You ran around the halls of the palace but always made sure to hide away from Ozai, fearing he'd do something to you or your parents if he found you with his son. Although nothing was outright romantic between the two of you, Ursa saw the little sparks between you two when she was with you. She noticed the way your guys' little cheeks would burn red if your hands accidentally touched or saw the way your gazes would linger a little longer on each other when the other looked away. Unlike her husband, she had no problem with your little unspoken crushes. Thankfully, Ozai was never involved in his children's personal lives much anyways so he didn't notice but it wasn't long until Azula caught on.

She would corner you and pretend to want to have "girl talk" about boys and crushes. It was never long until she brought up her brother. "I know you like Zuko. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I think it's cute that you think you have a chance. But you know he's a prince right? And even though you get to play royals with us, he could never marry someone of such low class." Even at ten years old, her words stung. You'd always had little fantasies that maybe he'd sweep you away from your predestined life of servitude one day. He didn't even have to sweep you away to a life of royalty, you just wanted him to sweep you away to anywhere. But maybe Azula was right. Zuko was royalty and you were far from it.

So your friendship continued for the next several years until his banishment. In secret, he taught you firebending from a young age. As a servant, it didn't matter much if you were a firebender, you didn't get training because your parents neither had the money or the time nor were either benders. He taught you the basic moves and, though he wasn't as skilled as his sister, you were greatly appreciative of his teaching and actually knew almost as much as he did.

One day, just days after your eleventh birthday, you and Zuko sat at the edge of the pond, trying to oure turtle ducklings to you with pieces of bread. "I've almost got him!" Zuko whispered excitedly, the baby duck only two or three feet away.

You couldn't wait to pet him! They were so soft when they were ducklings!

"Hey, Y/N! Come here!" Azula called from across the grass field. You stood up and looked cautiously at her, already distrusting all of her motives.

"Why?" You asked skeptically.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "My mother may let you play with us but I am still a princess and you obey me! Besides, it's just a card trick." Azula's personality switched quickly, which scared you as a young child, but after a quick look of fear to Zuko, you walked over.

Mai and Ty Lee stood back, both watching as you came over to their group and leaned down to look at the cards Azula lied on the rock. "What's the trick?" You asked, hoping she really did just have a magic trick.

She sprawled them out, "Pick one and look at it but don't show me. You can show them though." She waved her hand to her other friends as if they didn't actually matter. Without much thought, you picked one that was buried slightly and looked at it. 8 of diamonds.

"Now put it anywhere in the deck." You did as she instructed and handed her back the deck. She closed her eyes tightly and threw all the cards up in the air before swinging her arms in controlled movements, ropes of fire coming from her hands. One rope singed a single card from midair while the other wrapped around your calves, sending a searing hot white flash of pain through your body.

"Y/N!" Zuko yelled when he saw the flames wrap their way up your legs and he ran towards you. You crumpled to the ground, tears falling freely as you cried in pain. Mai and Ty Lee gasped at what their friend had just done but didn't say anything out of pure terror of what she'd do if they did.

Azula reached down and picked up the single singed card, a hole burnt straight through it. She inspected the card, "Eight of diamonds. Was this your card?" She asked as if you weren't on the ground, sobbing in pain with blisters forming up your legs from something she'd done.

"Mom!" Zuko called out as he sat there beside your crying form, unsure of what to do or say, anger flaming up within him.

"Oh calm down, Zuzu," Azula rolled her eyes, "Your girlfriend is fine. It's a second-degree burn at most."

"She's not my girlfriend!" Zuko hissed, throwing a fireball at his sister that she easily dodged, "You're a monster!"

Ursa came running out quickly at her son's plea for help, "What on earth is going on here?!" She crouched next to you and could see the skin on your legs already boiling up from between the seared tears in your pants, "Azula, what have you done!?" Ursa was furious as she picked you up.

Azula scoffed, "We were only playing, mother. It was an accident."

"No it wasn't! Azula hurt her on purpose!" Zuko defended you, jumping up to stand beside his mother.

Ursa looked at Ty Lee and Mai who looked terrified and didn't even make a move but the look in their eyes confirmed what Zuko said. Ursa held you close to her body before gripping her daughter's wrist roughly, "You have no idea how much trouble you're in."

And she did. Azula had never gotten in so much trouble in her life, though, of course it did nothing but fuel her hatred for her mother and you and make her side further with her father She blamed you entirely and had harbored resentment against you for having the nerve to return the next day (something you did only because Zuko had begged you to since he wasn't allowed at your house.) Since that day, you never feared her again. You hated her. You didn't think it was possible to hold so much resentment for some as you did for her but you swore one day you'd get your shot to firebend her ass into a pile of ashes without receiving capital punishment, the only thing that kept you even remotely professional over the years.

You shuttered at the thought. The scars that crawled up your calves like vines tingled whenever you thought about that day. It was far from the last time that Azula was ever mean to you but it was the worst thing she’d ever done to you physically. Mentally, well that was another story.

That was why you’d run away to Ember Island. Even though you too were a fire bender, you could never retaliate against Azula, who took a sick pleasure in torturing you. At one point, you thought it would be worth the inevitable death or imprisonment that was sure to come with retaliation but when you got close, so close that Azula could sense that you were about to fire at her, she brought up your parents, and what she could do to them. It was enough to make you stop that day but it was that night that you left the castle, leaving only a note for your parents to briefly explain before disappearing. With the impending war and attacks, Ember Island seemed like a good enough place to set up. It was far enough away from Azula to be safe but vacationing didn’t seem high on anyone’s priorities list.

So this was your new life and you loved it.

The trip to the market was a quick one. You only had to drop off the beads to the artisans who made jewelry from them- you were only the bead maker. The rest of the day was open for you. As you walked back, you came to a split in the road. One, you knew led directly back to the house you were staying at. The other, you couldn’t recall having ever taken in all your time here.

“Let’s see what’s down here.” You hummed to yourself, looking for a little something to change up your routine. This was what you loved about no longer being a maid in the palace. Freedom. Freedom to go where you want, when you want, with who you want, to do whatever you want. The road itself was dirt with the occasional rocks around. It was lined with the large tropical plants found all around the island. At first, there were scattered stores which began to mix with houses before becoming entirely residential. These houses were quite a bit nicer than the houses in the residential area you lived in. Fire Nation flags hung from many of them. “Generals?” You questioned aloud to nobody but yourself.

Down the road just a bit further, maybe a quarter mile down, the dirt road became much less maintained but there was still a path. After a while of walking, you saw that it led up a small hill to a large house that seemed hidden away from almost the entire island. It was large and beautiful, with traditional architecture built up in red tiles. The walls were practically windows, which you figured would be fantastic considering the wonderful view of the ocean from here.

The road dead ended into this one home so you knew you should turn around now but the curiosity was killing you. This house looked luxurious but abandoned. The windows, though not broken, were dusty and looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in years. You couldn’t imagine anyone who owned such a magnificent vacation home allowing it to get so dirty unless it hadn't been used in a long time.

Figuring you probably wouldn't get caught, you decided to check out the house and walked around the building. Heck, if it were abandoned, maybe you could even move in and fix it up. That wouldn’t count as stealing right?

You wandered around the house until suddenly-

“Guys, someone’s coming!” A girl’s voice exclaimed from the side of the house that faced the beach. Your heart stopped and before you could even jump to hide in a bush, there were running footsteps coming towards you. Within seconds, a group of people about your age were staring at you.

Your hands flew up in defense, “I am so sorry. I thought the house was abandoned and-” As you spoke, your eyes scanned across the faces until you noticed one in particular that made everything stop, “Z-zuko?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your best friend in the world, even after all this time, stood ahead of you, looking so different than you remembered but also exactly the same. His hair that you’d always known to be tied up to perfection and his royal clothing always neatly pressed, a desperate attempt to be as perfect as he could for his father, was now ragged and relaxed. His hair was down, grown long and dangling over his eyes in some spots. His clothing was that of commoners instead of royalty but you couldn’t help but notice the taut muscles and small scars that he’d acquired over the time of his exile.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” Zuko’s eyes were wide with total shock and his skin paled as if he’d seen a ghost. He honestly never thought he’d see you again but there you stood, looking more beautiful than ever. He almost didn’t even recognize you. All throughout your childhoods, you’d always looked the same, day in and day out. Your hair was always down with the exception of the signature Fire Nation bun and you wore off-red servant’s garbs. But now, now you looked exquisite. Your hair was similar to how it was, still flowing down with the bun on top, save for the two small braids that framed your face. Instead of robes, you now wore a crimson crop top that crossed around your neck with an asymmetrical skirt of the same color over black capris. But the thing he noticed most of all was the gold arm band around your bicep that he’d given you for your birthday the year before he was banished.

You nodded fervently and almost ran towards him but your knees nearly buckled when you collided. Thankfully, Zuko had his arms wrapped tightly around you, hugging you so tightly he lifted you to your toes anyways. You couldn’t help the overwhelming surge of emotions. Somewhere between relief and love and fear and confusion. When Zuko was banished, you were terrified you’d never see him again.

“How is this possible? Azula told me you were dead.” Zuko finally set you down and looked into your eyes.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What? No… I’m-” You struggled to figure out where to start, “After you were banished, I stayed for another two years but without yours or your mother’s defense, she just got worse and worse. One day, I just- I almost snapped. I could feel the warmth in my hands. I almost attacked her but she began to threaten my parents. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t beat her. I haven’t had a teacher since you left. I didn’t hurt her but I ran away that night. After a while of wandering, I ended up here. I don’t know why she told you I was dead but it sounds like something she would do.”

Zuko looked away angrily, “She’s always been a monster to you. To both of us. When I went back to the palace, I asked about you and she told me that you’d gotten sick and died shortly after I left. She only said it because she knew I’d be devastated and I fell right into the trap.”

A part of your heart twinged from the feeling of being loved. Even after all this time apart, in which you were scared he’d forget about you, he just admitted to being devastated when he’d thought you’d died.

You were unsure of how to respond to the look on Zuko’s face, a strange mixture of anger and relief. Pure bitterness for Azula. After a brief moment, you reached out for him and pulled him in for another hug, again holding onto him like you’d never let him go again. The very thought of losing Zuko another time made your heart jump to your throat in the worst of ways. “I’m here now though. No matter her threats or lies, here we are.”

“You know her?” A young bald boy with arrows on his head asked from back with the rest of the group. You’d forgotten there were more people there but when you looked back, you noticed the rest of the group.

Zuko turned to face the group but kept his hand placed on the small of your back, keeping you close to him, “This is Y/N. She was my best friend back at the palace. Y/N, this is Suki, Sokka, Katara, Toph, and Aang. Aang is the avatar.”

The boy named Sokka looked suddenly distressed, “You’re just going to tell a friend from the Fire Nation palace that Aang’s the avatar?! What if she tries to kill him?”

You shook your head at the accusation, your eyebrows raised in a desperate attempt to convince them that you were being truthful, “Oh no! I’ve never agreed with the Fire Nation’s goals! If you’re the avatar, you need to stop Ozai.”

“I can vouch for her. Even when we were kids, she told me in secret that she didn’t believe that there was any superior element and that the Fire Nation shouldn’t be invading the other nations. Even when I did….” Zuko’s face fell with guilt for what his past self believed, “But I promise, if anyone from the Fire Nation would be on our side, it’s her.”

Suki stepped forward, her face kind and curious, “You said you ran away from the palace? Are you royalty too?”

You snorted and Zuko actually cracked a small humorous smile as well, “Oh no. A servant actually.”

“A servant?” Katara questioned, “I don’t mean to be rude but if you’re a servant and Zuko was a prince, how were you friends?”

Zuko stiffened up a little bit while you tried to hide the sadness you felt revolving around the circumstances, “My parents were the only royal servants to have a child. Zuko’s mother saw that I didn’t have any friends in the palace and allowed me to play with Zuko, Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee.” The memories of Ursa were all fond. Aside from Zuko, she was the only member of the royal family who treated you with any kindness. When she disappeared, you and Zuko mourned your loss of her together, even though you never did find out the truth about what happened to her that night.

“You were forced to play with Azula? That must have been traumatizing.” Toph chimed, genuine apology in her sarcastic tone.

You shifted awkwardly from side to side, one hand shooting up to rub your opposite bicep as those scars that snaked up your calves seemed to burn with awareness, “Yeah, it kind of was.” Your voice was lower than it had been, as the incident had been somewhat of a sore spot for you.

Katara followed Zuko’s inconspicuously downcast gaze to where your legs were visible beneath your tight black pants that you wore beneath your asymmetrical red skirt. She was automatically hit with a pang of guilt when she saw the ever so slightly raised red vine-like scars that trailed up your legs and disappeared beneath the pants and immediately had an idea of how you’d acquired them. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” You insisted sincerely, “Besides, they don’t bother me much anymore.”

Eager to shift the topic, Aang jumped into the conversation, “Well I don’t know if you’ve got a home here or anything but you're welcome to stay with us.” He offered cheerily. Everyone else seemed in agreement, or at least didn't outright object, and how could you possibly say no to getting to spend time with Zuko again?

"I'd love to. Thank you."

Later that night, you and Zuko left the group by the campfire to disappear into the house. "So, this is the infamous summer house you'd always leave me for." You chuckled in remembrance, memories of having to watch your best friend disappear for weeks at a time while having to pretend you didn't care for the sake of keeping your friendship 'appropriate', especially after Ursa disappeared.

"I always wanted to take you here. It's so much different now. Everything's different…" he trailed off, coming to a stop in the middle of a large, mostly empty room. The moonlight streaming from the windows cast a nostalgic shadow on the room and you couldn't help but remember the last time you saw each other.

It was sickening. The entire arena was filled to the brim with people, mostly Fire Nation elite, all surrounding the main floor. Servants weren't supposed to be permitted but Iroh had snuck you in. Iron had taken you in as much as he could, seeing how important to Zuko you were. In a way, you too felt like he was your uncle. When you'd gone to him, begging him to stop the Agni Kai, he insisted that he'd tried to talk sense into his brother but was unsuccessful and that the most he could do to help was sneak you into the audience.

So there you stood, surrounded by hundreds of animals who cheered for the murder of their thirteen year old prince by a well experienced war general, all because Zuko thought it wasn’t right to sacrifice hundreds of soldiers. “I’m not afraid to face the general,” Zuko had told you as he practiced his firebending with you all day before the Agni Kai, “I meant no disrespect, but I refuse to take back what I said. If this is what it takes, then this is what I’ll do.”

When Zuko walked out into the open arena, the room went silent. Nobody would dare boo their prince but you were sure that if he were anyone else, they would have. He knelt down, facing away from where his opponent would take his place, staring at the ground. Your heart was in your throat with fear for your best friend. Although Zuko was your secret firebending teacher and much better than you, he had a tendency to crack under the gaze of people he was desperate to impress. The general he was supposed to fight was definitely not someone you’d imagine was one to take it easy on a kid, even if he was the prince.

Zuko’s opponent came out in the shadows and shadowed his kneel, facing away from Zuko. When it was time, they both stood up and stepped towards each other. When they did, everyone gasped. Where the general was expected to be stood Ozai himself. An audible gasp and murmur ran through the crowd.

“Oh no-” You stopped breathing entirely, “What’s happening?” Even from your obscured seat, you could see Zuko’s eyes widen in shock and panic. Confliction was written all over his face.

The man beside you chuckled sadistically, “By speaking out in the Fire Lord’s war room, he has not only disrespected the general but the Fire Lord himself. This should be good.” You turned away from the man in utter disbelief that someone could say something like that about a literal child about to be harmed by his father.

Ozai stepped forward, hands up and ready to deflect any attacks from his son but the way he moved showed that he didn’t expect his son to make any move. He was testing him and Zuko had failed to impress. Zuko fell onto his knees, shaking in fear. He hung his head low, “Please, father! I only had the Fire Nation’s best interest at heart. I’m sorry I spoke out of turn.”

“You will fight for your honor.” Ozai continued to step towards him, an unyielding expression on his face.

“I meant you no disrespect. I am your loyal son.” Zuko begged, laying all of his dignity on the line in front of the nation’s most influential people.

Ozai wanted no part of it, “Rise and fight, Prince Zuko.”

Zuko’s forehead laid on the ground as Ozai came to stand above him, “I won’t fight you.”

His father stood tall and loomed over his small child, “You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher.”

When Zuko looked up, tears streamed down his cheeks, knowing that his father had no consideration of mercy. All you could hear were Zuko’s screams and the roar of flames leaving Ozai’s fist as you watched your friend be brutally burned. Your tears were unstoppable and unconsolable as you genuinely thought he killed Zuko. When the flames stopped, he was on the ground, holding his face and sobbing in pain. Ozai turned his back, something between pride for winning and embarrassment for the way his son reacted to the duel on his face.

“The way you have behaved during this Agni Kai was more disgraceful than speaking out of turn. You have brought shame on yourself and the royal family. The punishment is banishment. Unless you can capture the Avatar, you are no longer welcome in the Fire Nation.” You gasped at what Ozai had said before he turned away and left, head straight and lips tight.

You began to run and push your way through the crowd, thanking goodness for your smaller stature compared to the adults all around. You had to find Zuko and make sure he was okay. You didn’t care if you’d get caught or in trouble, you just needed to find him. Being a servant had its perks in knowing the palace inside and out. It became obvious that nobody was going to help the prince until, while on your way through the halls, you ran into Iroh who too was looking to help the boy.

Finally, you’d made your way to him and Iroh carried him to a washroom. You quickly ran over and retrieved a bowl of cool water while Iroh leaned him back. “Pour the water on the burn.” He instructed.

“Close your eyes.” You told Zuko, although his eyes were already shut tight in pain. The cool water flowed from the bowl and onto his face, which looked red and blistered already. This was by far the worst burn you’d ever seen. Zuko struggled slightly against the liquid but stopped crying and calmed down when the water became soothing.

Iroh had located bandages and began to bandage his nephew’s face.

“I-I can’t believe what happened.” Zuko stuttered out, “He banished me.” You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him so pale. “Where do I go, Uncle? What do I do?” He began to work himself up again as the weight of the last hour really settled.

Iroh turned to put down the gauze, “You must leave the Fire Nation, Prince Zuko,” He began and Zuko looked panicked again, “But I will go with you.”

You both turned to Iroh, “Uncle, no! You’re whole life is here.”

“The world is no place for a boy to wander alone. And there is not much here for me in the Fire Nation palace anyways.” You all knew he was referring to the rumors of him being the weaker brother, the disgraced general. “I will accompany you.”

Zuko placed his hands on his knees and braced himself as he thought through the situation, “I must find the Avatar. It’s the only way to regain my honor.”

Both you and Iroh looked apprehensive but you were much more vocal, “Zuko, what your father did you today was not what fathers are supposed to do. Someone behaved shamefully today but it was not you.” You insisted, heart aching for him.

“I need his respect. My honor is the most important thing. I’m going to find the Avatar and when I do, my honor will be restored and I will regain my rightful spot as prince.” Zuko looked pained and troubled. It was clear he knew what he wanted to do but had no idea how he would do it, not that he’d let that stop him though.

You got quiet, looking down at where his knuckles were turning white from the tight grip on his own knees. Gently, you placed your hand on his and waited for him to look up just enough for you to make eye contact, “I’m going with you then.” You said finally.

Zuko’s uncovered amber eye met yours before he shook his head, “I can’t let you do that. Your parents are here.”

“I hate it here.” You insisted desperately, “I’ll come back for them some day but I can’t leave you. You’re the only person that cares about me here.”

Iroh placed his hand caringly on your shoulder, “Zuko is right, Y/N. This is his journey but I do not think it’s yours. It’s best if you stay.”

“But… but…” The tears were threatening to spill over as you managed to choke out, “I can’t lose you.”

There was barely a moment between when the words left your mouth and when Zuko’s lips met yours. At first, you were taken off guard and almost pulled back but when your brain registered what happened, you leaned into the innocent kiss. Your brain ran wild. Was this heat of the moment or had he really felt the same way you did? When he pulled away, you felt cold, “I’ll come back for you one day. I promise.”

“So, speaking of different, you sure look like a different Zuko than the one I knew. Last I heard around the palace, you were super intense and obsessive about finding the avatar.” You asked, teasing towards the end.

Zuko inhaled awkwardly, his hand coming to rub behind his neck, “Yeah… I was. Until I realized that my father was a monster and that the Fire Nation had caused nothing but harm and destruction. It took a lot of convincing but they actually let me join them and become Aang’s firebending teacher.” He gestured back to the group who was all laughing, most likely at something Sokka said.

“Well, he’s got the best teacher around.” You giggled, hitting his arm gently.

Zuko turned to look at you, “What about you? Things look pretty different for you too.”

A boulder sat just ahead of you, perfect for the two of you to use as a seat. You leaned back against the stone and Zuko did the same beside you. “Well, when I left the palace, I didn’t know where to go. But then I remembered you telling me about Ember Island and figured that it was far enough away to get me away from Azula but still in the Fire Nation so I wouldn’t have to create a whole new identity. When I got here, I saw an old lady struggling to make it to the market and asked if she needed help. Turns out she’d been making glass beads for years and needed an apprentice. After spending the day together, we ended up striking up a deal. She’d teach me how to make the beads in exchange for room and board. So this is where I’ve been for the last year.”

Zuko sighed, “I really did mean to come back for you.”

You exhaled heavily. It had been a sore point for you for a while. You waited for him for two years, over which Azula told you lies about him being killed or disappearing. It was just another fuel for her mental abuse. “I honestly was really angry about it for a long time. But-”

“No, you had every right to be. But believe me when I tell you it was probably best that you didn’t come. Searching for the Avatar made me someone I didn’t recognize. I became a monster.” He looked away from you, most of the last three years worth of misdoings coming back to haunt him.

You squeezed his hand, “I doubt you were as bad as you think you were and I’m sure Iroh would tell you the same. Where is Iroh anyways?”

He sank even deeper, “Another one of my many mistakes.”

Your heart immediately dropped, “Is he…?

Zuko shook his head, “No, no. He’s alive. I’m just sure he hates me.”

“Zuko, I don’t think you could do anything that would actually make your uncle genuinely hate you. That man holds so much love and respect for you.” Iroh’s love and devotion to Zuko was undeniable and you weren’t lying when you said that there was probably nothing that would make Iroh’s feelings change.

“I hope you’re right.” Zuko looked off into the distance before looking back at you, “But for what it’s all worth, I’m really glad to see you again.”

A smile blossomed on your face, “I’m really glad to see you too. I missed you so much.” Even after all the years, it felt as if no time had passed. He was still your Zuko.

You hadn’t realized that the gap between your bodies had closed to just a mere inch or two until you found yourself leaning your head onto his shoulder without thinking about it. Zuko stiffened up a little bit at the contact, looking around paranoid. He knew logically that there was nothing saying you two couldn’t be friends - or more - anymore. But his gut reaction was to be on his guard, just like when you were children, trying to hide your frowned upon friendship.

Zuko had always looked back fondly on those memories while he was banished and not one day went by when he didn’t think about you.

Iroh walked onto the deck of the large ship to see his nephew standing against the railing and staring into the distance over the ocean. It was like he had the sixth sense for his nephew, always able to see what was going on in his head better than Zuko did. Iroh approached the prince and stood just behind his shoulder, “You’re thinking about Y/N again?” He asked, though it really was more of a statement.

Zuko looked back over his shoulder towards his uncle, “I just wish I knew she was okay. She’s stuck there with Azula and you already know what she’s done to her! But now I can’t protect her. I should have let her come so I’d know she’s safe.” He looked away angrily, hanging his head, upset with how he’d handled everything.

“You care for her, Prince Zuko.” Iroh began before getting interrupted by the eager and emotional prince.

“Of course, I care for her! She’s my best friend.” Zuko had never really had any other real friends. Sure, Mai and Ty Lee were cool when they weren’t around his sister but none of them were you.

Iroh could see the conflict in the boy’s eyes, “But you care for her as more than that, don’t you?”

Zuko’s eyes widened. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to him but hearing his secret feelings spoken aloud finally felt like it was actually real. With anyone else in the world, he would have denied it but Iroh was different. “We can never be together.” Zuko confessed, heartbroken all over again. This was why he didn’t admit it to himself.

“Why’s that?” Iroh asked, as if the answer weren’t obvious like it was to you and Zuko.

His face scrunched with distress, “Because I’m a prince and… well she’s not even the daughter of a general. I don’t care about her wealth or status but it’s not allowed.”

“Well, lucky for you, for once, you’re banished. I don’t think anyone would care much if you were to be with her now.” Iroh pointed out.

Zuko groaned, “I’m not even allowed into Fire Nation territory let alone the palace. I’d never be able to take her away like this. I need to find the Avatar, have my honor restored, and then I’ll find her again and I’ll never let her go.”

“True love will find a way, Prince Zuko. Remember that happiness and love is more important in this world than titles.”

Now, you were beside him, your head unashamedly laying on his shoulder and was it his imagination or was your leg touching his now? Zuko cleared his throat, “Y’know, I can’t help but think about how we left things off three years ago,” You shifted to look up at him when he spoke.

You knew he was talking about the kiss - that one forbidden kiss that had haunted your lips since he left. It had consumed many of your nights as well. “I think about it too. A lot.” You confessed, much less embarrassed than you ever would have imagined.

Zuko tried to hide the little jump in his chest when he heard the way you agreed, like it wasn’t a bad memory but far from it. “You do?”

You nodded with a warm smile on your face (or maybe it was just your cheeks burning from the confessions), “I liked you for so long, of course it was something to remember.”

“Liked?” Zuko questioned nervously, “As in past tense?”

“Yeah, as in past tense.” You began and Zuko’s heart dropped.

“Oh…”

“‘Cause now… I think- I think I fell in love with you a long time ago.” You looked up directly into his eyes, heart in your throat as you waited for a response.

Zuko’s jaw dropped in disbelief and he stuttered over his words, “There wasn’t a single day I didn’t want to come back and take you away so we could be together.”

You and Zuko stared into each other’s eyes as the weight of what was being said sunk in. Everything felt heightened right now, like else in the world mattered but Zuko. All you could see and hear and feel was him from his scent of woody spices and smoke to the way the moonlight reflected off his perfect skin - scar included. You could literally feel the warmth radiating from his body, a warmth you had a feeling hadn’t been there in a long time.

“What’s there to stop us from being together now?” In all the futures you’d imagined with Zuko, this wasn’t really a scenario you’d thought of. The two of you sitting on a rock at Zuko’s family summer house after years of not seeing each other- Zuko, a banished and disgraced prince and you, a former servant runaway- but now seeing each other without the shroud of all the barriers of titles and statuses.

Your lips had already been dangerously close when you were talking, making the ever so slight move inwards to close the gap feel effortless. The question you’d posed was responded to with a long, deep kiss. Zuko’s lips had changed so much since the last time you’d kissed them. The smooth soft lips that had lingered in your memory were now rougher and slightly chapped, weathered from years of hard work like the rest of him, though still soft enough to be familiar.

Zuko’s hand came up to rest on the point where your jaw met your neck to guide your lips to his just ever so slightly deeper. He was lost in you, in your lips, in your scent, in your tase, in your touch. This moment was everything he’d dreamed about almost every night on his quest for the Avatar. Like everything else, this felt so different yet so familiar.

Finally, you pulled away and this time you didn’t feel guilty or immediately look over your shoulder. You got to just be with Zuko. It was as if you were entranced by him, unable to take your eyes away. If you could’ve picked one moment to last forever, this would be it.

That was until Zuko sighed and turned his face away, “There’s a war.”

“So we’ll fight together.” Your hand that was still on his squeezed tightly.

Zuko turned back to you and gripped your other hand, holding them close to his body, “Losing you the first time was hard enough. I can’t lose you again, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard, “I know I’m not the most skilled Fire Bender in the world but that doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own. I don’t plan on dying in this war and you better not be planning on it either.”

“That’s not what I mean. I just… I love you Y/N,” He confessed, his typical Zuko-esque flusteredness creeping into his tone, “But now after knowing you feel the same way and knowing what we could be, I just don’t know if I could handle risking losing my best friend and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Your breath abandoned you when those three words left his lips, I love you. They were the three words you’d dreamed of hearing him tell you for years. But now he was using them as an excuse to not be with you. “I love you too, Zuko. I’ve loved you for so long. But what difference does it make if we fight this war as a couple or as friends? If we love each other, the pain of losing the other would be the same.”

Zuko’s gaze fell to where your fingers were interlaced and he brought them up to his chest, looking at the contrast of his larger calloused hands to your smaller, slightly softer ones. “I can’t lose you.” He repeated, closing his eyes, but this time it sounded like a final decision.

You pulled your body closer to his, your intertwined hands pressed between your chests, as you looked up at him, “Then don’t push me away.” Your plea was low, barely above a whisper, but by the way Zuko looked, you could tell it had some affect. “Please, let us do this together.”

Zuko found it difficult to argue with you because it was like arguing with himself. You were the vocalization of everything he wanted deep down. “Okay,” He answered finally, “But only if you help me rebuild the Fire Nation when it's all over. Together.”

#zuko #zuko x reader #zuko fanfic #zuko imagine #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #atla imagines #can't lose you #can't get rid of me

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Bring Him Light - vii (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The reader’s allies provide her with a way out.

Warnings: the reader gets hurt in this (slap), sketchiness, patriarchy, Strucker is an asshole, Steve is an asshole, Steve’s mood swings are in full force here LMAO, mentions of sex, overuse of the word “whore”, oh there’s a reveal in this (but it’s probably not what y’all are expecting), probably really bad writing if i’m honest... this was kinda rushed

Word Count: 2.9k

I hope you guys enjoy!

<- Last Part -=+=- Next Part ->

After the execution of Sister Mary, the kingdom seemed to be at a standstill. Weeks later, the woman’s last words – “And you will be put to rest in an early grave and may you rot in hell along with (Y/N) Stark, your future widow.” – still hung in the air. Her headless body had been removed from the platform, but the blood still stained the wood and the ground underneath. When you stared at the dried crimson that later turned into an awful brown shade, you could still hear her strong words and feel her stare.

But the woman’s words didn’t seem to phase Steven. It was as if he expected her outburst. He slept soundly next to you the night he beheaded her and every night after. His snores filled the room and you watched his chest rise and fall. You imagined what he dreamt about. You wondered if he had any remorse.

You wouldn’t know. He’s barely spoken to you in the weeks that followed except for the greetings in the mornings and when he bedded you at night. It felt as if he were apologizing for scaring you through his movements. Gentle, kind, loving. Everything that the man with the cold, murderous glare that took Sister Mary’s life couldn’t possibly possess.

You’d like to think that he was two different people. One was a heartless king that murdered his past two wives. The other was the loving husband who kissed every inch of your body and whispered sweet nothings as he made love to you.

But you’d be wrong, for they were two sides of the same coin that you were too afraid to toss.

Steven watched with a curious stare as his cousin walked up to you in the halls of the castle. Samuel’s words were ignored by the king as his eyes narrowed from seeing you two interact. Your ladies greeting Brock with small curtseys before being dismissed by you.

“Lord Pierce and I would like a private meeting,” Brock whispered in your ear.

“Where?” You asked.

“In the center of the garden – the one with the fountain – “

“I know which one.” You glanced over as your husband approached you both. “Thank you, Lord Rumlow.” He nodded before walking away. You made the motion to walk in the direction your ladies wandered off to, but Steven seized your forearm. His grip alone let you know which side of the coin he had landed on today. “My love, I trust that your matters with the state are going well?”

Steven pulled you close to him, so close you could feel his breath on your neck. “What did Rumlow want?”

He never took you for a liar. You weren’t good at it. You were an outspoken young woman who had a knack for articulating what was exactly on your mind, but you smiled at him – a forced one, he knew the difference by now.

“He was informing me about the change in the orphanage. The children are being housed elsewhere.” Steven saw the glint of fear in your eyes. He relinquished his grip before pulling his hands to his sides.

“That’s wonderful news.” Lord Wilson nodded when his king didn’t respond. He turned to Steven. “Your grace, shall we – “

“I would like to talk to my wife… Alone.” Samuel glanced at you then at his king before bowing his head and walking off. “Everyone, leave us!”

“The people are busy tidying and cleaning. Surely, they don’t need to leave.” You reasoned. You had no intentions of being alone with this side of the king.

“LEAVE. US.” He repeated the order louder and everyone scurried out of the room. With the last slam of the door, Steven glanced at you again. He reached out and caressed your cheek gently. You held your breath. “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I didn’t lie.” He watched the muscles of your neck tense.

“What did Brock tell you?” You repeated your story about the children in the orphanage without hesitation. Steven let out a frustrated sigh. “You know as well as I do what rumors are capable of.”

“Of course.”

“I wonder what the servants are gossiping about when they see my wife – their queen – whispering with my cousin. He was awfully close to you. In a way only I should be. In broad daylight, too. They must think you’re both bold.”

“He was only just informing – “

“When you have my child, there must be no doubt about who the father is. You get close to a man who is not your husband, the rumors will damage us. It will weaken my child’s claim to the throne. Do you understand?”

“This is about your petty jealousy?” You snapped. “Damn the rumors, right? They’re just rumors, right, Steven? You shouldn’t listen to them as much as I shouldn’t.”

“Rumors about a cruel king and whore queen are two very different things.” Steven spat. You frowned at his words. How dare he… “A cruel king is feared, respected. A whore is not. Do you understand?”

You thought about Sharon and the men who favored her. You remembered how Steven had no hesitation in beheading Mary – how he probably had no hesitation in beheading Sharon, too. As much as he showed you affection, you realized he would show no hesitation in taking your life as well.

You bit back your response and nodded. “I’ve only been with you. I can assure you that.” You muttered, adverting your eyes and shifting underneath his hard stare.

You winced when your husband leaned in and pecked your lips. He stared at you though you didn’t meet his eyes. “The Duke will be arriving soon. I trust that you’ll be there when he arrives?” You nodded. And without another word, the king walked off leaving you alone in the empty hallway.

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“What is this about?” You asked as you walked towards the fountain. The two men were awaiting your arrival. Alexander sitting on the edge of the basin while Brock stood with his arms crossed.

“Can we trust you?” Pierce was straightforward in his question.

“I don’t understand?” You glanced over at Brock who studied you. “Shouldn’t that be my question? I still don’t know why you told me about Margaret and Sharon.”

“Because you deserved to know the truth.” Brock answered.

“What did the king tell you?” Pierce prompted.

You debated whether or not to tell them the truth. You didn’t know if you could trust these men. But then again, you didn’t know if you could trust anyone in this court. You need allies. Powerful ones that could protect you. Could Lord Rumlow and Lord Pierce be those friends?

You gulped and hoped that they would. “He told me that my friendship with Brock could inspire rumors and if I were to fall pregnant with his child that those rumors could potentially endanger us.”

Pierce nodded. “An affair is treason, too. He’d have grounds for your execution. Even your king father won’t be able to protect you.”

“I know.” You nodded. Your hands nervously tugged at your dress. The fabric felt tight around your abdomen. “To be frank with you, my lords, I’m afraid for my life. I lie awake at night and wonder when will he grow tired of me – when will I meet the same fate as his past wives?”

“Say any word and I will arrange for you to be brought to your home in York.” Pierce offered.

“If I go to York, my father will just send me back. Steven can send armed men to seize me and I’ll be brought back like a prisoner.” You shook your head. “I’m essentially his property, just titled as a princess and a queen for decoration to make it sound luxurious.”

“I can bring you to Wakanda,” Pierce rebutted. “King T’Challa is a tolerable and honorable man. If he hears that you are endangered by your father and your husband, he will shelter you in his kingdom and keep you safe.”

“We’ll smuggle you and your ladies out of Brooken on a boat. We’ll see you are protected in this voyage.” Brock added.

“In exchange for what?” You asked. “You’re risking your lives to protect me. Why?”

“We’ve seen far too many women die at his hands.” Pierce answered. “No more bloodshed.”

You weren’t sure if you should believe him. When you first acquainted yourself with the lords of the court, you quickly noticed how Steven’s moods fouled when Pierce and Rumlow were present. There had to be reason for that… But why were these two men so eager to keep you safe?

Then, your mind wandered to the other people who depended on you. Natasha had grown close to Lord Barnes, who was now openly courting her. You wouldn’t ask your friends to uproot their lives. You thought about your well-kept secret and how you needed Steven, your husband, who appeared to be slowly shedding his kind façade.

This was your way out… But should you take it?

“Thank you, my lords. I will keep this in mind.”

“Please do, your grace. We only want you to live.”

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Your fatigue was evident on your face as the night wore on. Your husband was hosting another party to welcome a visitor, Duke Baron Strucker. You were briefly introduced to the man when he arrived. From what Lord Rumlow has told you, he had vast holdings of grain and it was his grain that fed majority of the people – and that the extravagant party was to stroke the man’s ego, so that he may continue to provide food.

Wanda was glued to your side the entire evening. The two of you watched as Natasha danced the night away with Lord Barnes. When the three of you were alone, you’d all gush about how the pair made a lovely couple.

“We should excuse you for the night.” Wanda whispered to you. A servant offered you a glass of wine and you smiled and shook your head. “You look tired, and in your condition – “

“I’m fine.” You told her. You squeezed her arm to assure her.

“Have you told him?” Wanda asked, her voice so low you almost didn’t hear her over the music.

Before you could answer, the guest of honor walked up to the both of you with your husband at his side. “The lovely Queen (Y/N)!” The Duke sloppily bowed. He was drunk from the many cups of ale he consumed throughout the night. “You did know how to pick ‘em, eh, Stevie?”

Your jaw clenched as you forced a smile. Your husband was just as uncomfortable as you but he was better at acting. “My love, are you tired?” He asked you. You faked another smile and shook your head. He didn’t believe you. “Lady Wanda, will you escort the queen – “

“Lady Wanda!” Strucker smiled, seizing Wanda’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips. She visibly cringed. In the corner of your eye, you saw her brother, Ser Pietro, tense up as if he felt her discomfort. “Ah, don’t be a tease, milady! You are a sight.”

“Thank you,” Wanda gulped. She tried to pull her hand away, but the man refused to let her go. During the awkward exchange, Natasha and James stopped dancing and hastily walked over to your group. Natasha’s eyes narrowed at the man’s grip on her friend’s hand as did Lord Barnes’s.

“Accompany me with a dance.”

“My king asked me to escort my queen to her chambers. I should heed – “

“Oh, just one dance!” The man argued. He pulled her but she refused to move. “C’mere, you little – “

“Unhand my lady.” You defended.

“(Y/N) – “Steve muttered, grabbing your arm.

You shrugged him off as you snatched Wanda’s hand away from the Duke. You gestured for Pietro to come forward and the knight did so with no hesitation. He took his sister and walked her out of the hall. You intended to walk after them, but the Duke wouldn’t stop talking.

“Oh, ‘em York girls really are a different breed, eh?” Strucker told your husband. He looked over Natasha, but when he saw how close she stood next to James, he adverted his eyes. He looked you up and down. He was shameless. With a smirk, he nudged your husband. “How’s the wife in bed?”

You whirled around and took a step towards the two men. You cocked up an eyebrow at Steven. The king coughed and shook his head. “Those are private matters, I’m afraid, Baron.” He chuckled, awkwardly.

“That Lady Wanda have any suitors? I’d love to – “

“The answer is no.” You said. “You may not court Lady Wanda.”

The man rolled his eyes, bringing his chalice to his lips. “Dresses like that, she looks like she belongs in a whorehouse rather than prancing ‘round court as a lady.”

Natasha’s jaw dropped and before she could defend her friend, you frowned and retaliated. “You are in my court and you will respect my ladies. Is that understood?” The man held his hands up in defense and nodded.

“(Y/N) – “Steven muttered, but you only glared up at him.

“How dare you allow your guests talk like that about my ladies.” You snapped.

The Duke gave the king a shocked look. He was surprised at how outspoken the new queen was. You didn’t hesitate to talk back or defend your friends. From what he understood, you were a princess – King Anthony Stark’s eldest daughter. Weren’t princesses groomed to be seen and not heard? How does the king deal with such fiery defiance? He wondered.

Steven clasped a hand on the Duke’s shoulder and bellowed a laugh. You frowned at your husband. Even Lord Barnes seemed to be taken back from the reaction. “I think you’ve had one too many to drink, my love. You best retire to your chambers. Lady Natasha, if you will.”

“Are you sending me to my room like a child?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows up in annoyance.

Steven only meant to exclude you from the narrative. You were disrespecting and challenging a noble who had control over much needed grain. But you didn’t know that. All you knew was that the man was disrespectful and rude and needed to be reminded of his place.

“Perhaps you should break this one in more,” Strucker chided. “She seems rather mouthy.”

“I beg your pardon?” You snapped. The commotion seemed to drag more attention. Lord Rumlow was rushed to your side. Steven frowned upon seeing his cousin try to pull you away.

“Perhaps, I should.” Steven said dryly. He glared at Brock’s hand on your arm as you glared at him.

“Steve – “Bucky whispered, pulling at the king’s arm.

“Perhaps, should I also sell Lady Wanda to a whorehouse? Since she dresses the part already.”

“Steve!” Bucky gasped. “The king’s drunk, your grace,” he said, turning to you. “He doesn’t mean it.”

Your eyes were nearly bulging out of your head. You pulled you arm away from Brock’s hand as you rushed towards your husband, pointing a finger into his broad chest. “Don’t you dare talk about my lady, my friend, in that manner, you vile monster!”

Steven’s face fell as the words escaped your lips. The whole court seemed to freeze. The music had stopped abruptly as the whole party watched you undermine the king in his own castle, at his own party. He looked over at Brock, who steadily tried to call your attention, trying to take you away from him. He felt anger bubbling up in his chest. He couldn’t stop his hand from striking you across the face.

Your head snapped to the side. You heard someone gasp. And again, the whole court was at a standstill.

Your skin tingled with pain as tears pricked in your eyes. Your shaky hand reached towards your burning skin and winced. His wedding ring had cut your cheek. Blood collected at the slit.

“Your grace, come,” Lord Rumlow muttered, pulling you back. “(Y/N).” Natasha let go of James’s hand and rushed over to your side. You allowed Brock to pull you away and lead you out of the party, your friend beside you.

You couldn’t hold it together. As soon as the doors slammed shut, leaving you alone with the two, you let out a sob. Natasha wrapped her arms around you and ran her fingers through your hair, trying to calm you.

“We should go to your chambers.” Lord Rumlow muttered. “No one must see you cry.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I want to go back to my old rooms. I will not share a bed with him. Not tonight. Never again.” You looked over at Brock. He felt sorry for you. He truly did. “Tell Lord Pierce that I will take his offer.”

The promise of safety and sanctuary in Wakanda had interested you before. It was your very plan when you initially ran away from York. But you did have a reason to stay by your husband. A good reason. But now it was the very reason you needed to leave.

Your hand grazed over your stomach. There was no bump, not yet, but you knew – the midwife confirmed it. The life growing inside of you needed to be protected from all harm, but the greatest threat seemed to be the man you married. The monster truly bearing his fangs to you for the first time.

And if you or your baby had any chance at survival in this court, you needed to leave it.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #king!steve rogers #king!steve rogers x reader #king!steve rogers imagine #chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #bring him light

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kakakakashi · 4 years

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Hokage’s Office: Under the Desk

100 Follower Celebration - Day 4

Kakashi Hatake x Reader || NSFW

Warnings: porn without plot, lots of oral, Kotetsu & Izumo are clueless, Yamato isn’t as clueless as Kakashi thinks he is, cursing, you know how these go

Word count: 2,007

A/N: I’m really glad y’all are enjoying these. I feel like it’s just the same story over and over, but like... Also, MY TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES ARE SOLVED!

Making out in the Hokage’s office was always a fun game. Making out in the Hokage’s office with the door still unlocked was playing with fire. You had no idea how you ended up grinding atop Kakashi in his desk chair, a mix of limbs tangled around each other, groping at any flesh you could reach. Your mixed panting the only real sound in the room other than your muffled groans against each others lips. Sweat began to gather on your brow while you swiveled your hips against the front of Kakashi’s pants, making him grow harder with each passing moment.

You had both been humping each other to the point where you’d begun to feel the beginning heat of orgasm, but that quickly changed when Kakashi’s eyes flew open. His heightened hearing had detected footsteps approaching the door. With catlike reflexes, his large hands grabbed you by the waist. He hoisted you off of him and placed you on the floor below his desk before he scooted his chair in to hide you. He’d just finished adjusting his mask over his nose when Kotetsu and Izumo entered the office.

From beneath the Hokage’s desk, you knew exactly who had entered the second you heard Kotetsu’s voice speak from the doorway. “Lord Sixth, we finished our shift and wanted to give you our border patrol report.”

You smirked to yourself when an idea popped into your head, your gaze landing in front of you on the tented fabric between Kakashi’s legs. Wasting no time, you unfastened his pants and freed his painfully hard erection. When he realized what you were about to do, despite present company, Kakashi couldn’t deny the arousal stirring in his gut. His member twitched slightly at the thought of your mouth around him in front of his subordinates, causing you to smirk below his desk.

“Very well,” Kakashi hastily decided, “I’ll take the scroll, and you’re both dismissed!”

You chuckled internally when you positioned your lips just close enough to his pinkened, leaking head to make him feel your breath fanning across the sensitive tip. He should have come up with a more convincing dismissal, but at that moment, Kakashi’s brain was consumed in an aroused haze, well aware of what you were about to do.

“Lord Sixth, shouldn’t we review it before you dismiss us?” Izumo suggested after sharing a confused glance with Kotetsu.

In that exact moment, Kakashi felt the tip of your tongue place a kitten lick across his sensitive tip. His chest tightened when you repeated the action before your tongue switched to stroke along the vein beneath his hard, throbbing length. The sensation left him drawing in a slow inhale of breath. He tried to play it off to the pair of chunin as a sigh in agreement. However, in his mind, he was silently cursing the situation. Kakashi was tempted to scream, “You’re kidding me! They choose now to be thorough!”

You wrapped your lips around Kakashi and slid your awaiting mouth down his cock, relishing in the salty taste of every inch he offered your hollowed cheeks. Kakashi’s whole body twitched a bit when Izumo held out the scroll for the Hokage to receive, but neither of the chunin seemed to notice.

Pulling back your mouth from under the desk, you sucked Kakashi in again, now working your hand over what you couldn’t fit. You made sure to flatten your tongue when he filled you, and when you retreated, you flicked it against the tip the way that made his head spin.

As your pace gradually accelerated, Kakashi found himself staring at the now unrolled scroll before his eyes. The faster you bobbed your head, the closer he got to his release, and he couldn’t read the text in front of him even if he tried. Instead, he found himself simply pretending to read it while he tried to keep himself from bucking into your warm, wet mouth that left him spiraling towards his release.

Even though he hadn’t been staring at the scroll for long, the second Kakashi felt your nails scrape against the skin of his balls, he closed the paper and looked directly at Kotetsu and Izumo, stating, “Very well. Good job. You’re dismissed.”

His veins were filled with electricity, and he was sure he was going to blow while Kotetsu and Izumo bowed and exited the room. The second the door clicked shut, Kakashi leaned back enough to see you sucking his dick like your life depended on it, and a long groan escaped his throat at the sight. His hands tossed the scroll somewhere to the side before one of them took hold of your hair, shoving your face down on his cock so you were gagging.

You let out a whimper at the heavy feeling of Kakashi on your tongue and your throat, but you gladly took what he gave you.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while his hips bucked into your awaiting mouth. Tears prickled in your eyes, but you attempted to fight them back while you choked on Kakashi’s dick.

However, your gag reflex came out once more, and that was the end for Kakashi. His balls tightened, and his cock twitched in your mouth, grunts and curses spilling from him while he emptied himself into your mouth.

You tried to swallow everything he gave you, but a little bit did dribble down your chin because of how messy he was. However, once he rode out his high, and you released his cock with a small pop, his thumb quickly wiped up the drop and patiently waited for you to part your lips again for him. When you did, he shoved his thumb in your mouth and you sucked it clean, moaning around the digit before releasing it like his cock.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he panted before a look filled his gaze, “Now… let me have a turn.”

“Kakashi, you don’t have t–”

“Just sit in the chair and shut up. I want my revenge.” He stood from his Hokage chair, fondly shaking his head at your antics. You rose from beneath his desk with a smirk to match his, and you plopped in his chair with a roll of your eyes.

Kakashi was on his knees before you could even retort, and he glanced up at you while his hands worked you out of your pants. You were a bit taken aback, but he quickly explained, “You know I can smell you, right? You’re fucking dripping, doll.”

You blushed a little at his words, but he had already moved on to shucking your pants to your ankles along with your underwear. He was gazing at your soaking folds like he’d just found heaven. Pulling down his mask to reveal flushed cheeks, he immediately spread you out to press a kiss against your cunt.

“Mine.” You barely managed to hear him growl it out, but it sent a shiver of pleasure straight to your core.

Your breath caught in your throat when he dove in between your legs, immediately licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, flattening his tongue at first until it flicked against your clit to circle the throbbing bud. You quickly grabbed the armrest on the chair, trying to keep yourself from gasping out at the sensation of Kakashi’s tongue.

He worked you just the way he knew you liked, first sucking on your clit and running his tongue everywhere he could, licking up everything you had to offer. The sensation was becoming too much, and you tried to back away, but he pulled you to the edge of the chair by your thighs, so his face was flush with your cunt. However, he decided to switch it up, moving from your clit, down to your entrance, circling the slick opening before his tongue caught in the center. He thrust his tongue inside you, causing you to let out a soft yelp.

It was short lived, though because just as quickly as he acted, he retreated. Just when you were about to ask what he was doing, he retreated under his desk, pulling the chair by the arms, so you were in the same position as before, but now the roles were reversed. Just in time too because the click of the door alerted you to another presence entering the room right as Kakashi resumed his task of slipping his tongue in your entrance.

Now, Yamato stepped into the room. “Lord Si– Oh, hello, Y/N.” He was obviously surprised to find you sitting in the Hokage’s chair. “Have you seen Kakashi senpai anywhere?”

“Nope! I was just waiting for him to get back.” Your high pitched voice came out more desperate than you’d intended, but you couldn’t help it with the way Kakashi’s tongue dragged in and out of you so deliciously that you were tempted to start humping his mouth. As soon as the excuse left your mouth, you knew it was a mistake. What if Yamato decided to stay and wait for Kakashi too?. He’d definitely catch on to your current predicament, and you’d never be able to look him in the eye again. Covering your tracks, your last shred of logic suggested, “He’s probably helping Naruto with something.”

That sounded better, and it was the best excuse you could come up with while Kakashi’s mouth was between your legs. He’d decided to switch his ministrations too, flattening his tongue across as much expanse as he could while dragging it back and forth.

The sensation had you gripping composure with white knuckles. Kakashi was truly pulling out all the stops to make you writhe. The blood pumping in your veins had you flushed and desperate. The heat of your orgasm growing with each stroke of the skilled tongue on your folds, well aware of how to abuse all of your weak spots.

“Okay,” Yamato drew you out of your pleasured haze when he spoke, “in that case, if you see him, please let me know. If you tell him I’m looking for him, he’ll hide.”

You would have laughed at the irony of the situation had the very man you spoke of not been pleasuring you beneath his very own desk. Besides, you were getting close, and if you had tried to laugh, it would have turned into a moan.

Instead, you opted to hiss out, “Will do!”

You thought you were in the clear, and you were extremely grateful. You could feel the quaking of your orgasm swelling deep inside you, your hearing partially blocked out with how good Kakashi was making you feel, but you fought your release since Yamato decided to speak again.

“By the way, are you alright? You look like you just ran a mile.”

You took a second to get ahold of your body, white hot pleasure burning you because of how close it was.

“Yeah, I’m fine! I just got back from training!” You overenthusiasticly explained before shooing him out with a hand, “Alright, see ya!”

Yamato took the hint and turned on his heel. As soon as his back was to you, your hand flew under the desk to grip at Kakashi’s silver hair, working your hips gently against his mouth that was now sucking hard on your clit while you writhed.

Just when the door closed behind Yamato, you finally allowed your release to consume you, your legs clamping around Kakashi while your body practically collapsed on itself. You back arched while your high hit you like a train, igniting every nerve in your body until you were burning with the white hot pleasure of your high. You couldn’t help the broken cry that escaped your lips while Kakashi continued abusing your throbbing cunt, working you through the ripples of bliss until your hips were twitching with overstimulation.

He pulled away with a wicked smile on his face while you panted, frantically trying to catch your breath.

#cherry's 100 follower celebration #naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #cherry has ideas sometimes #hi. i’m cherry queen of the sin bin.#100 #cherry posts about ninja nerds

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bumblebee-moreno · 4 years

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Sacrilege (part one; Selkie!Tovar x GN Reader)

Selkie!Tovar is finally here!

Word count: 1566

Warnings: None? probably some historical inaccuracies but idk tbh, personal Selkie Lore, the title will make sense later, I promise.

A/N: Meant to take place shortly after the events of The Great Wall. Part two is scheduled to come out Feb 3, but if y’all like this part, I may release the next one early. Talk to me if you liked it (I would love any excuse to talk about Selkie!Tovar tbh)!

Pero grips his coat closer to his chest. The bustling of the crowd around him is almost overwhelming. Markets like this, he supposes, are the closest thing humans get to the crowded beaches his mother used to bring him to. It seems rather silly to him: why gather together if not to enjoy the peace and comfort of being safely surrounded by your own kind?

Very few things humans do make sense to Pero. This market, for instance. Why buy fish when you live right by the ocean? He can’t find much of a difference between the fishermen and the rest of the population. Is there something he’s not seeing that makes most people unable to hunt? Pero pities the poor land-creatures who had never felt the thrill of chasing down a meal for themselves.

Pero rubs at his eyes with his free hand in a half-hearted attempt to quell the ever-present exhaustion that had made its home in his head over the course of his journey. He can’t wait for nightfall when he can return home.

His family had been right. Humans are greedy, self-centred warmongers. It’s a wonder they haven’t brought their own extinction upon themselves yet.

It was a silly decision to join the world of the land for so long. Pero knew the evils of man. It was childish of him to think the ones who made their homes on dry ground would be any different from those who journeyed to the open sea.

No, humans make no sense to Pero. But then again, he’s not sure he wants to understand them anymore. Why would so many surrender their lives to steal an armload of a mysterious black powder?

Was it sheer curiosity, much like the wonder that had brought Pero on the very same journey? Pero scoffs at himself. No. Humans may take without much concern for the consequences, but they do not take for such frivolous emotions as curiosity. No, the reason has to be far more sinister.

After all, he’s seen what the black powder can do. He’d been told it could change the world. He’d been told he’d be a hero if he brought back even a tiny bit of it. He doesn’t understand. It seems as though the powder only takes lives. How could he be a hero if he spread the use of such a destructive substance?

Pero’s thoughts are drowned out by voices shouting around him. Angry words echo over the crowd and people begin to push and shove with the intention of moving others, instead of to create a path for themselves.

The few mothers Pero can spot begin gathering their children and seeking escape from the changing energy of the crowd.

Pero lifts his gaze in hopes of spotting the origin of the sudden outburst of the people around him. All he can see in every direction is fighting. People push and shove and hit and pull at each other without much care as to who they may be hurting. Or, perhaps their motivation is to hurt as many as they can. After what he’d seen these past months, Pero figured the latter was more likely.

The crowd grows more and more intense, much like the surface of the ocean on those angry nights where the sky and the sea disagree. If Pero knows anything of conflict like this, it’s that unless you wish to fight the waves, it’s best to avoid it altogether.

He begins to weave his way between people, pushing through when he cannot find an opening to slip himself into. It’s slow, he gets shoved into several people who didn’t seem to care he was moving past. But it’s better than remaining stranded.

Pero can see people walking away. He’s close to freeing himself from the horde of angered people.

Then suddenly, he feels a pulling. He tightens his grip on the soft material in his arms, but it’s too late. The fur slips from his fingers and disappears. Pero whirls around in place, searching for the source of the pulling. For his coat. But all he can find in every direction are the faces of the species he is pretending to belong to.

Pero’s heart quickens. Where is it? Shouted words blur together into an unrelenting howl and echo through Pero’s head. Pero searches through the crowd. It couldn’t have gone far, could it?

He’d thought the most terrifying point in his life would be the battle he’d escaped a few weeks ago. But that terror pales in comparison to this.

Pero’s knees weaken. His hands begin to shake. What if he never finds it? What if someone saw the coat being pulled from his grasp and decided to keep it for themselves?

Tears sting at Pero’s eyes. His vision blurs. His body threatens to collapse on itself. He just wants to go home. And yet, somehow that was too much to ask of humanity to allow.

How could he be so stupid as to ignore the stories he’d been told? He should have known this would happen. It always happens. That’s why no one ever dared journey past the beach. And yet he had.

Over the ringing in his ears, he hears a single voice.

“Excuse me,” It says before a small tap on his shoulder sends Pero spinning on his heel. “You dropped your coat,” The voice, now matched to a face, finishes, lifting the familiar fur as an offering.

Pero tears the coat from your grip and pulls it close to his chest, almost as if he were guarding an infant. His voice refuses to work, so he gives you a teary smile of gratitude. He hopes humans understand smiles.

You smile back.

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“Not again,” you groan when the usual market commotion elevates into enraged shouts.

Why couldn’t they wait just five more minutes before starting a fight? Five minutes and you would’ve been at your stand, out of the way of this nonsense.

You shift your basket to your hip and use your free hand to push through. You’re already late this morning; you don’t need to get stuck in the middle of this.

Your hope begins to diminish, though, when you lift yourself onto your toes and discover that you can’t see the end of the chaos.

You curse under your breath before continuing to push in the direction you know you will eventually find your stand. Why did this have to happen today of all days? Sure, you’d been telling yourself for months to arrive before sunrise so you’d beat the morning rush, but was it too much to ask for the stars to align and give you one, just one, nonsense-free day?

A fist narrowly misses your ear. If it had been years ago, you’d have flinched. But you’ve swam through this sort of crowd enough times by now that a stray punch is the least of your worries.

A body slams into yours. You stumble backwards, shifting your basket just enough that its contents don’t spill out. You’re about to move on when you feel a tug at your arm.

You pull back to free yourself and are met with hardly any resistance. You look down. A strange coat falls at your feet.

Your visions snaps back up in time to see the last of the soft material slipping from the arms of its owner. He’s a strange man. In another town, perhaps he’d fit in. But in this small gathering of fishermen and farmers, he stands out like a sore thumb. The scar over his eye, combined with the clumsiness as he navigates the crowd tells you this man spends very little time in a bustling market like this.

The crowd shifts, pulling the man out of your sight.

You’re tempted to continue on. The coat isn’t your problem. If it were important, he’d have kept a better grip on it. But, as you take a step, something stops you.

With very little grace, you stoop to pick up the coat, nearly dropping your basket in the process. You drape the coat over your arm and run your fingers over the soft fur.

You search through the slowly calming crowd. With every passing moment, you begin to lose hope of finding him again. Every minute of your day is precious and you’ve already lost time to the crowd.

You’re about to give up when you spot a tense figure. He’s searching around him, and upon closer inspection, you find panic in his eyes. He turns to search in the other direction, unsure as to where to look.

You push through the crowd until you’re close enough for him to hear you.

“Excuse me,” you speak up over the hum of the busy town square. He doesn’t respond for a moment, so you tap him on the shoulder.

As if he’d been burned, the man whirls around. He looks as though he can’t decide whether to lash out or collapse in panic.

“You dropped your coat,” You shift to offer him the peculiar fur.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he tears the coat from your grip and holds it close.

His eyes threaten to overflow with relief. The coat must have been incredibly important to him. A family heirloom, you suppose.

He offers a hesitant smile. You return the gesture before adjusting the basket at your hip and shuffling away.

Tags: @justanotherblonde23 @itsaisopodkillmepls @andriecastana

#pero tovar #Selkie!Tovar #Sacrilege #gender neutral reader

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Lost Family in a Mad Town

My ‘Town That Went Mad’ one-shot

By @salamanderdr

tw: death/child death/trauma

Featuring: c!Karl, c!Dream, c!Corpse, and Robin

Authors note: Also I am in no way a writer so sorry for any typos. I’ve never actually written a fanfiction so the only place I can put it is here. I wrote this because I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and I had to get it down. Karl and the others did such a good job on the stream. I literally wrote this in one sitting, I hope ya’ll like it qwq.

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Karl had been having these dreams for a while now. It didn’t seem like anything special. To him, they were just interesting stories to tell his friends. These stories are what he became known for, and he enjoyed the attention. What made the dreams so special is that most of them involved Karl’s friends getting into unusual shenanigans, which inspired most of the young men’s hangouts. However, one dream, in particular, caused Karl to reconsider if there was more to them.

~Once asleep, Karl finds himself in a rather interesting dream. In the middle of a small village, Karl stands next to the town’s water fountain. The setting is more rustic than he is used to, and his bright multicolored hoody stands out among the bustling villagers. Despite his appearance, the quaint villagers paid him no attention. Concerned, Karl realizes that he can't interact with the townspeople. Unsure of what to do with himself, Karl spots a familiar neon green hood. Karl walks up to the figure and lays his hand on their shoulder, whispering, “Dream... is that you?” The brightly clothed man whips around, shock in his voice, “H-how… who are you?” Karl tilts his head, “It’s me Dream, Karl. Don’t you remember me?” Dream put his head in his hands, “I-I… Karl? Y-yes.. I re”. Suddenly a deep voice pulls both men’s attention away, “Cornelius! You still waiting for us?” Karl looks behind Dream to see a pale man with cat ears and tail, holding the hand of a sweet-looking boy with a hat full of lovely wildflowers. Karl’s heart became warm, something seems familiar about the boy, like if he could be an old friend. Karl speaks again, “Dream, who are they? Did he call you Cornelius? Jeez, what the honk is going on?” Dream quickly turns to Karl, “I’ll explain it later. Just go on, I’ll find you.” Karl shakes his head “Oh, it’s fine I don't think they can see me.” Dream sighs, “fine, just stay quiet for a bit so I can focus.”

Dream walks over to the two who patiently wait for him “Sorry Corpse, I got sidetracked.” He gently offers his arm to Corpse. Still holding the boy’s hand, Corpse hooks his arm with Dreams. Dream smiles towards the boy, “Y’all didn’t miss me too much, did ya, Robin?” Robin giggles, “If anything, we’re better off without you.” The three laugh as they walk down the path as Karl follows close behind, also laughing to himself.

As the day ends and the night comes, Karl finds himself sitting beside Dream outside his little cottage. Slowly rocking in his chair, Dream speaks, “ I started remembering a little more, not much but enough to kinda understand what’s going on.” He looks at Karl, “I know you later down the line, don’t I?” Karl nods, “Yeah… so this really happened? You had a little family Dream?” he smiles. Dream frowns, “I did, a very long, long, long, long time ago,” he sighs, “this happened like hundreds of years ago, Karl, and you weren’t here. I guess those dreams you have are actually real things that happen.” Karl scratches his head, “I guess I’m learning new things about myself every day, haha. Hey, why don’t you tell me about them… if you want”. Dream looks longingly through the window where Corpse and Robin sleep, “ I found them. I was just planning to mess with the village for a bit, but then I got attached”. Karl's smile grows wider at this, knowing how Dream can be despite his usual dark intentions “and?” Continuing, “I found a boy and his blind friend, and I decided to play house… t-that’s it…” sweat starts to pour from Dream’s forehead “I lo-lost them, and it’s my fault.” Karl's face drops “W-what?”

Suddenly the dream changes and Karl faces a gruesome scene. Dream is on the ground, blood flowing from a deep wound in his chest, being held by Corpse, who is crying. Karl falls towards Dream, shaking him, “Dream! Dream! What’s happening? Who did this?” Dream splutters, unable to speak. Corpse cries for help, “Please someone! R-Robin, go get help!”. Not noticing him till now, Karl watches as Robin flees into the night in search of someone to help his dying adopted father. Corpse turns back to Dream, his voice shaking, “It’s gonna be okay Cornelius, Robin’s getting help.” In Corpse’s arms, Dream lifts his hand to Corpse’s face and wipes the tears from his sightless eyes, “Sorry, Corpse.” Karl watches helplessly as Dream takes his final breath, shocked about how tragic things have become. Karl stumbles to his feet and runs into the forest.

After several minutes, Karl leans against a tree, gasping for air. A voice suddenly speaks up, “Tragic, huh?” Karl jumps at the voice with a welp. He searches the empty trees to see Dream in his bright outfit, and this time, his disturbing clay mask with the eerie smile. Karl catches his breath and stutters, “W-wait, you died?” Dream moves closer, sitting in front of Karl, the morning sun reflecting off the mask, “Oh come on. You really think it's that easy for someone to get rid of me?” Karl shakes his head, “Of c-course not. It’s just, it was so convincing, it scared me. I’ve never seen you like that… What’s happening, what happened to you? What happened to Corpse and Robin?”, concern and millions of questions fill Karl’s head. Dream rolled his hidden eyes, “I guess I’ll be honest with you… it won’t really change anything. Well, you know I’ve been around for a while, and of course, you know I’m hard to kill. Those idiots didn’t know that though.”, he turned his head away “Karl, I bring chaos wherever I go, and I knew whatever that was wasn’t gonna last long, but I ignored it.” Seeing the Dream he was familiar with sitting in front of him, the one who terrorizes many of his friends in the present, his voice hardens, “Yeah, that’s for sure. So you left them thinking you were dead. That’s cruel. Even for you. They cared about you, Dream.” Dream looks back to Karl, “Well, it was a different time I couldn’t just reveal myself. The ones that ‘killed’ me already saw I would only bring trouble, but they didn’t realize it all started when they decided to take a man’s life. It only fanned the flames of chaos. Hahaha, if I did reveal what I am, I’d be in real trouble. Then I would have hurt Corpse and Robin.”, he looked towards the ground. Karl narrowed his eyes, “You didn’t want them to know you’re actually a monster.” Dream didn’t respond. Then in the distance, a bell rings.

Karl and Dream appear in the middle of the village to see the villagers in utter disarray. Dream speaks, “The Dream you spoke to was able to remember you only a little bit. When I was 'killed' I was able to show up. He should be watching right now. Heh, I guess I showed up so I could finish the story for him”. Karl looks at Dream, “so what is that story?” Dream looked at the crowd of angry townspeople, “Just watch for now.” Karl turns his attention to the mob. The people are angrily fighting about who killed the man known as The Wise Cornelius, paying no attention to the poor blind man and his adopted son, who were the real victims. As Karl watches, he begins to understand Dream’s role in the village. Yes, he was part of the family made up of a blind cat boy and a tragically orphaned child, but he also brought a lot of new knowledge to the villagers. His brilliance also seems to be what made him a target for the murderers’ Dream mentioned. To Karl, at least, the killers just didn’t understand Dream’s ideas and saw it as some sort of sin against God, knowledge, only meant to drag them all to hell.

Karl is snapped out of his thoughts to see two villagers dragging Corpse toward a prison, “W-wait! Dream what’s happening? What’re they doing to Corpse''. Dream didn’t speak. Robin’s cries rose above the crowd as he ran toward Corpse “Please don’t! It can’t be Corpse!! We’re all family, He would never hurt Cornelius!” Grabbing the arm of the villager, Robin is pushed to the ground “shut up kid! It couldn't be anyone else but him”. Corpse calls out to Robin as the other villager pushes him into the cell, “It’ll be okay, bud. It’s ok.” Tears running down his face, Robin grabs the bars of the cell as the villagers lock it, “Corpse, I can’t lose you too! You’re like a father to me!” Corpse places his hands on Robin’s “I-I know b-buddy.” Robin’s cries echoes throughout the village prison grounds, “P-please don’t go! I need you!”. Karl couldn’t help himself and began to cry too. Dream places his hand on Karl’s shoulder “They didn’t like how chummy I was with them, they framed Corpse because they believed I had already corrupted him” his grip became tighter, making Karl wince “they targeted my family Karl and I didn’t do a thing about it!”

The whole village, along with Karl and Dream, watched as the friendly local cat boy dropped into a lava trap, dying instantly. Robin fell to the ground, broken, weeping uncontrollably. No one comforted him. Dream speaks once more, “Robin was an orphan. His mother disappeared when he was very young. His father died in a war. He was so strong, and he was able to make his own family, but he lost that too. A child can only take so much really”, his voice grows cold when he says this. Karl nervously glances at Dream.

It was suddenly night, and Karl stiffened as a blood-curdling scream came from one of the cottages. From the dark, Dream sighs, “Another innocent life lost.” Karl stutters, “H-how long do they keep this up?” Tired, Dream answers, “Till there is no one left. They let their paranoia corrupt them. The feeling they had about me doesn’t leave, so they turn to just taking everyone else to hell with them”. A shiver runs down Karl’s spine. Dream voice is ice “They kill and kill and kill because they are too stupid to realize they are the evil they fear! Now that they have started this whole mess, they can’t stop”. Nervously, Karl whispers, “You really to cause people to go mad…”. Ignoring the comment, Dream asks, “And do you know who they blame all these deaths on?” Karl’s vision changes and his eyes widen in horror at the person in the prison cell. “A poor, innocent, orphan boy.” Karl looks directly into Robin’s eye, but the boy isn’t looking at him. He is looking at a figure behind Karl. Karl turns to find the ghostly figure of Corpse. The spirit walks through Karl, speaking to Robin and placing his hands on the doomed boy’s head, “Straight to hell buddy.” Just like that, Robin is gone.

Karl jumps awake, his bed soaked with sweat, fear being the only thing he feels. He cries for a long time. After a while, there is a knock at the door, and wiping his face, Karl opens the door. He finds Dream in his doorway, “Well, that was a weird dream, wasn’t it, Karl?” Dream lets himself in. Karl's eyes follow Dream, “W-was that real?”, Dreams sits down on Karl’s bed “Yes, that was real. Now you know one thing that happened in my past... that I caused”. Concerned, Karl asks, “Jesus Dream, there’s more?!” Dream lets out an unsettling laugh “Hahaha, of course, Karl! You don’t even know a quarter of the chaos I’ve caused, the villages and countries I’ve destroyed by just existing!”. Karl backs up, “so you let that happen? To your family, Dream?” Dream leaned back on his elbows, “Don’t worry too much about Robin… Did he seem familiar to you Karl?” he nodded, and Dream continued, “That’s because he came back as Tubbo. He got another chance at life. Pffft, not like it’s any better really! Don’t know about Corpse though, bet he’s still in hell”. Shocked, Karl angrily speaks over Dream, “How can you say that? Do you not care about them anymore, Dream?”. Though Dream’s mask was covering his face, Karl can tell Dream is grimacing, “Corpse, Robin died ages ago. I could care less now”. Horrified, Karl truly realized the monster he let into his house and into his life.

Karl didn’t sleep again for a while.

#dream smp #talesfromthesmp #dreamwastaken #karl jacobs #corpse #corpse husband #tubbo #mcyt

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supernatural-jackles · 4 years

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The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 9

Title: The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 9

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,650

Warnings: Bit of Angst, Lots of Fluff, Mentions of Suicide and Suicidal Thoughts, Self Hate, Depression, Nudity, Flufffffff

Summary: Driving down the road, going well over the speed limit. You come across a man walking in the opposite direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His head cast down as he walked. Your gut instinct is telling you to check on this man, no matter what your parents told you growing up. Little did you know just how much this would change your life.

The Man on the Side of the Road - Masterlist

Square Filled: Skinny Dipping for @spnkinkbingo

A/N: This is one of my favourite parts! I really hope y’all enjoy it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy reading!

“Hiya Sammy.”

“W-what are you doing here, Dean?” he questioned, a half smile creeping up on his cheeks. He was happy to see his older brother. Sam took a step forward, pulling his older brother into a hug. It was a little awkward, but the feeling was there and that was all that mattered. The whole thing alone made you happy. All you wanted was for Sam to be happy to see his older brother. You wanted that for Dean.

“Wanted to come see you,” he said softly. “It’s been awhile.”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded. “Come on in.”

Dean motioned for you to enter first, and he followed closely behind you. Sam’s apartment was much like the regular college students were. Books all over, homework open. There was a couch and a tv. It was small, but it felt warm. Homey.

“I don’t exactly have a whole lot of room as you can see,” Sam pointed out. “The couch is too small for two and lumpy as hell.”

“It’s okay. We’re going to stay in town,” Dean informed him. “Sam, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my little brother Sammy.”

“It’s Sam,” he corrected him. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m sure you've heard stories about me.”

“That I have,” you nodded. “It’s really nice to meet you too. Put a face to all the stories.”

“Hey Sam, what’s going - oh,” a female voice called from the hall. A beautiful blonde peaked through the doorway. She was a little taller than you. Small figure, wearing a smurfs shirt with the front cut out a little. She was definitely his girlfriend. There was no doubt about it.

“Jess, this is Dean, my older brother, and his friend Y/N. They came from Lawrence,” he told her. “This is my girlfriend Jess.”

“It’s really nice to meet you guys. Sam’s told me about you, Dean,” she smiled.

“Look, we’re actually in the middle of midterms right now. We’ve got a big one tomorrow that we’ve got to study for. Why don’t you guys come back tomorrow around five and we can catch up. We’ll show you around and grab some dinner.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you nodded. “We’ve been driving all day and I think we could use some rest, huh Dean?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he smiled.

“If you’re looking for a nice hotel, there is one about ten minutes from here. It’s four stars. Beds are comfortable. If the lady at the front desk is Cindy, tell her you know me and she’ll give you a discount. She’s my mom,” Jess told the two of you.

“Perfect,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Sam half smiled.

You slipped your arm around Dean’s waist as you headed down the stairs and out to the car. You knew this wasn’t the night he was expecting, but he had a chance tomorrow to spend some time with his brother. He could mend the broken pieces and start fresh. In the meantime, you were going to spend the night relaxing and enjoying the little vacation you were on.

You hopped in the car, and drove to the hotel she was talking about. Ten minutes from Stanford, a four star hotel with everything you needed. Thank god you had money saved. It was going to be pricey staying here for a few days. It was all going to be worth it in the end. Quality time with your best friend.

Much to your luck, Cindy was working the front desk and gave you a helpful discount for your stay. You practically got a whole night free which made the entire stay not bad at all. You and Dean were splitting the cost. Dean carried your bag up for you, along with his own, and all the snack food that you packed. By the time you opened the door to the room, it was after ten.

“Looks like we’re sharing again,” Dean chuckled. “At least this bed is bigger and probably a million times more comfortable than that motel.”

“Don’t even complain that you’re sharing,” you pointed at him with a smirk. “Honestly, anything is more comfortable than the motel bed.”

“Including me,” he grinned.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. You kneeled down, opening up the fridge. There was some water in there and of course, a couple of sandwiches at a cost.

“We’re going to enjoy this time off.”

“You bet we are” you nodded. “What time does the pool close?”

“According to the little pamphlet, ten. And it is now ten thirty six,” he stated as he took a seat at the end of the bed. His eyes still dancing over the hotel details.

“You wanna go for a swim?” You cocked your eyebrow.

“But I just said it was closed. And we never brought any bathing suits,” he argued, furrowing his brows.

“Exactly why we are going when it’s closed,” you winked.

“Naked? We’re swimming naked? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” He joked, laughing as he looked up at you.

“Hey, we’re out here to do more than visit your brother aren’t we? We gotta live a little,” you shrugged, heading into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. “Are you with me or am I swimming naked by myself?”

“Oh I’m in,” he chuckled. “Just kind of shocked that you want to. You don’t strike me as the skinny dipping type.”

“Gotta keep things interesting,” you winked. “You got the room key?”

“In my wallet,” he nodded, getting up off the bed. You headed straight for the door, two towels in hand.

The pool was on the eighth floor. One floor down from yours and Dean’s hotel room. The hallways were close to empty as you moved quickly through them. You didn’t want anyone walking in on either of you. It was risky enough sneaking in. It was really exciting at the same time and there was no one you would rather do this with than Dean. There was no one you trusted more than you did him. This was something you never thought you’d do. You liked this version of yourself.

“It’s locked,” Dean pointed out as he tried to open the door.

“There’s another way,” you wiggled your eyebrows. “There’s always another way. They have to for safety reasons.”

You went around the corner, finding the entrance to the hotel’s gym and pool. Your easy way in. You slipped inside, turning to the right, the direction of the pool. It was all open. Shared change rooms for the gym and the pool. It was easy to cover up if you were to get caught.

“How did you know that you could get in this way?” he asked as you walked out to the pool. The pool was huge. Tons of room to swim around. No windows so you were safe from people seeing you. This was much different from the last time you swam together. This was going to be a lot more fun.

“My aunt Kelly,” you chuckled. “She was a bit out there. One of my mom’s friends had a wedding at a hotel, and she snuck me and her son Jack into the pool late at night. She also knew how to pick locks and hustle pool. I think she grew up somewhere that she needed to know that.”

“So do you know how to pick locks?” he questioned with a smile.

“Uh- I can’t tell you that,” you let out a laugh.

“So you do,” he said in almost shock.

“Depends on the lock,” you confirmed.

You walked over to the edge of the pool, looking in. The pool was deep at this end, and had a hot tub at the other end. Something you and Dean were looking forward to. You could easily climb over the wall and hop in. Truth was, you were a little nervous to swim naked with him. You could just stay in your bra and panties. You knew it was just him and you trusted him more than any one in the world. He thought you were beautiful and he told you regularly that you were. You had always wanted to go skinny dipping. This was you taking a risk. This was you getting out of your comfort zone. This was the start of you moving forward.

“You’re sure about this?” Dean questioned, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. He looked a little nervous himself.

“I am,” you nodded. “I don’t really care if you see me naked, or if you look. Not that much anyway.”

“Same goes for you,” he half smiled.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, dropping it to the floor. You then worked on the button of your jeans, pushing them down your legs. Dean had removed his shirt, and was working on his jeans. You tried your hardest not to stare at him, no matter how tempted you were.

Your socks joined the pile, leaving you in your bra and panties. You took a deep breath, reaching behind your back, unhooking your bra, allowing the straps to slide down your shoulders. The material fell to the ground, and your nerves began to spike a little. Your eyes cast downwards as you gripped the waistband of your panties, shoving the last remaining article of clothing down your legs. You were naked in front of him. It was terrifying but at the same time, exhilarating.

You stood tall, trying to gain some confidence. Dean shoved his boxers down his legs. Your eyes cast up, not wanting to look at him naked. Not without permission anyways. It wasn’t going to help your feelings for him if you saw ‘little Dean’. If anything, it was going to make it harder to hide your feelings for him.

“So umm, should we just look at each other and get the most awkward part of this over with?” he chuckled nervously.

“Uh yeah,” you breathed out. “That’s probably the best way to do it. On the count of three?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “One.”

“Two,” you sighed.

“Three,” you said in unison. You glanced over in his direction, seeing every inch of skin on the front of his body. God, he was a fucking sight. He was gorgeous. You had already seen him shirtless, but seeing it all? He was perfect. He was absolutely perfect, and it wasn’t good for your feelings for him at all.

“Crossing the friendship line here,” he swallowed hard. “You’re fucking beautiful.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words. Your heart fluttered in your chest. It meant a lot to you to know that he thought that. It was the first time someone had ever said those words to you when looking at you. For the first time in your entire life, you believed them.

“Crossing the friendship line,” you smiled. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“I’m nothing compared to you, sweetheart,” he winked with a genuine smile playing in his lips. “Ready?”

“Let’s skinny dip,” you called out.

You were the first one in the pool, jumping in with enthusiasm. The water was much warmer than you expected. It was actually really nice to feel after a long day in the car. This was what you were looking for. Dean was in right after you, jumping not far from you, creating a big splash as he did. For a second, you were reminded of the day you swam in your backyard together. You both had come so far from that day. More so, you were so much happier than you were then. You were finally content with the way your life was going now that you were here with Dean.

You swam around for a little while. Just enjoying having the entire pool to yourselves. It was nice to have the room to swim, not that your pool at home was small. It was just different here. There was more risk here. You and Dean talked about how this trip was a fresh start for the two of you and this was definitely a good start for the both of you.

Eventually you gravitated from the pool to the hot tub. There was a lot of room for you to sit, like it was made to fit a big family. Dean joined you not long after you climbed in. The jets did wonders for your sore muscles from sitting in the car the entire day. You needed to invest in a hot tub for your place. He sat across from you, relaxing in the heat of the tub. You smiled, seeing just how content he was. He was actually allowing himself to relax and that was exactly what you wanted for him.

“I’m glad we did this,” you breathed out, leaning against the back on the hot tub, a jet hitting one of your sore spots.

“Me too,” he nodded. “Certainly a first for me.”

“You and me both. Can cross this off my bucket list,” you grinned widely. “How are you doing, Dean?”

“You mean with Sam?” he cocked his eyebrow. “Honestly, I can’t expect him to drop everything for me. I’m just happy he didn’t slam the door in my face. I’m looking forward to having the chance to catch up with him. He looks happier than he did the last time I saw him. He’s doing really good for himself and that’s all I can ask for. For the first time, it feels like my life is moving forward at a steady pace since that day.”

“I know we don’t really talk about that day in gruesome detail. I guess there’s a part of me that avoids talking about it because I don’t want to bring it all back, you know? I don’t want to bring you back to that day before I came into it. But can I ask you about it?” you glanced at him, looking to see if there was an uncomfortable reaction from him.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“What happened?” you whispered.

“It wasn’t the same as yours. I’ll tell you that right now. I was planning it for awhile if I’m being honest with you. I had been planning it for about a month. I uh, I woke up with a pounding headache that morning. I was out late the night before, trying to clear my head. All I could think about was how my Dad died five years ago the next day and about how it was my fault. I was the one that was supposed to pick up the package for my Uncle. It was supposed to be me in that accident. Not him, and I’ve never been able to let that go. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it go completely. I mean, I saw it happen. I wished it was me. My landlord knocked at my door, and he told me that I had to leave. I was late on my rent for the month. My last job in construction didn’t need me anymore, so I was laid off. I had no money, and I had to pack my bags. I headed to the closest motel and paid with a credit card. I remember sitting on the bed, thinking that it can’t get any better from here. I had absolutely no one to go to. All my friends weren’t my friends. I called Sam and he never answered my call. I remember thinking that there was no one out there that would care if I was here or not. No one was going to miss me, or even notice that I was gone. My Uncle would have said that he predicted it with the way I spiraled. I just felt completely hopeless. I knew that it was time. I had nothing left to live for. I didn’t want to.” he shared. “So I decided right then that I was going to get some flowers, visit their grave and by the end of the night, I’d be gone.”

“Were you scared?” you asked him.

“No,” he shook his head. “The way I saw it, I was going somewhere that I had people that loved me. People that would be happy to see me for the first time. I didn’t get scared until I saw you. Until you pulled over, and came after me. You were the first person to talk to me in three weeks, besides my landlord to kick me out and the lady at the front desk of the motel. I had never felt so alone and that was one of the reasons why I wanted to. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to stop it all. Then you made me pinky promise not to. I figured you didn’t want a dead body in your house. But you told me that I could stay. You told me about Ketch. You told me you weren’t giving up on me. It was you that I fought for.”

“Who would have thought that we’d be best friends,” you half smiled. “For the record, I’m never giving up on you. I’m never going to let a day go by that I don’t talk to you. I’m never going to let you feel like the world would be a better place without you.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And I hope you know it’s the same the other way around. I’d take a bullet for you any day.”

You were cut off by the sounds of someone trying to unlock the main doors to the pool. You swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You had to make a run for it before you got caught.

Dean was out quicker than you were. His longer legs giving him the advantage. He held his hand out for you to take, helping you out quicker so you could grab all of your stuff. The person was banging loudly, trying to get it unlocked quickly, as if he thought someone was in there. You wrapped your towel around yourself first, then grabbed all of your clothes along with your shoes. Thankfully the change room wasn’t far from where you left them. Dean was hot on your tail as you made your way in. Whoever it was had just opened the door, and gotten into the pool area. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You knew you were safer if you were in the change rooms, but that wouldn’t stop whoever it was from coming in.

Dean moved the two of you towards the individual change room stalls. You managed to get the biggest one, both of you getting in, shutting the curtain behind you. Dean inched you back to the wall, away from the curtain just in case.

“Who’s in here?” the gruff voice called out. You swallowed hard. You didn’t want to get kicked out of the hotel. Dean looked at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do. You had to be quiet. He gave you a look that damn near made you laugh. How could he be so chill about this?

Dean slipped his hands down to your hips. You licked your lips as you positioned yourself more comfortably against the wall. You prayed to god that whoever it was left soon. There was no way you could stand in the corner with a very naked Dean in front of you. It was hard enough not to stare at him now. You just wanted to get your clothes back on and head back to the room for the night. You heard the footsteps growing farther and farther away. It didn’t ease your heart rate in the slightest.

The door shut with a click, meaning he was definitely gone. There was no way he stuck around after he found nothing. After all, this was open for people going to the gym. Maybe he realized that?

“I think he’s gone,” he whispered, looking at you sheepishly. His body never moved from in front of yours. You swallowed hard, glancing up at him. His grip in your hip tightened for a moment.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nodded. Dean’s body pressed closer against yours. You had no idea what was going on, but you certainly weren’t against it. Not in the slightest. Your hands reached for his waist, almost inviting him closer to you. He ducked down, pausing for a minute. You swore your heart was going to pound out of your chest. “Dean.”

His lips grazed over yours in a hesitant kiss that had you melting into him. God, his lips were so soft and sweet. He was holding back, that was for sure. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. Nothing had felt more perfect. You damn near forgot to kiss him back you were so intoxicated. Your hands tugged him against you as your lips moved with his.

Everything felt like it had fallen into place at that moment. You never wanted it to end. Unfortunately for you, the need for air became too much. Your lungs were burning, and as much as you wanted to keep going, you had to stop.

“We should probably get out of here,” you muttered, opening your eyes to look up at him. “It’s the girls change room.”

“You never told me that!” he said in shock.

“You never asked,” you shrugged.

“You know, I had a dream like this once,” he smirked. “Two people, little clothing-”

“Dean, I swear to god,” you giggled. “Get your ass dressed.”

“Fine,” he growled playfully.

It took you a little bit to get dressed. Trying to put clothes on after swimming was one of the hardest things to do, especially in a small space. You were still a little wet, and the towels absorbed close to nothing. You swore, you could feel Dean’s eyes on you as you got dressed and that thought made you smile a little more than it should have. You didn’t want to overthink it as something more than what it was. You were a naked girl a few feet away from him. You couldn’t blame him for looking at you a little longer.

You arrived back at the room ten minutes later. Your heart was still going a mile a minute. Between seeing him naked and kissing him, you were a puddle. He never said anything, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to talk about it right now and ruin the moment that it was.

Dean gave you first shower, and offered to get some clothes out for you to wear while you were in there. It was sweet of him to offer, and it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him with your stuff. Going skinny dipping with him certainly changed something between the two of you. A good change, you thought to yourself.

You rinsed out your hair, getting all the chlorine out of it from the pool. The shower in the hotel room was to die for. The water pressure was amazing and you actually had room to move. It got the job done much quicker than any other hotel shower ever had.

The suds swirled around the drain as you rinsed yourself off. You cut the water off, reaching for the towel on the toilet. That’s when you saw it. The hotel robe. The robe that was supposed to dry you. You were tempted to use it, but then there was the thought of how many people had used it before, and you got creeped out. You knew everything was washed but you couldn’t. You wrapped the towel tightly around yourself, slipping out of the bathroom so Dean could shower.

“Showers yours,” you smiled.

“Thanks,” he smirked, looking at you. “Your pyjamas are on the bed.”

“Thank you.”

Dean headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You dried yourself off once more, making sure everywhere was dried before you pulled on your favourite pyjama pants. They had little coffee cups on them. They were your favourite because they were the most comfortable. The perfect amount of stretch and bagginess that you needed for bedtime.

After you were dressed, you walked over to the window, taking in the view from above. Cars were moving below, and the city was still alive at close to midnight. You expected to feel far from home and everything you knew, but you didn’t. Not in the slightest. Here, you didn’t feel like you had to hide. You weren’t going to run into Ketch or Jo at any given second. It was a freeing feeling.

“Okay, that is the best shower I’ve ever had at a hotel,” he admitted, walking out of the bathroom with his towel around his shoulders. He had his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Not that you noticed of course. Or could you stare openly at him now?

“It is pretty good,” you nodded. “You about ready to head to bed?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod.

You headed over to the bed, taking the usual side you slept on at home. Usually it was the middle, but you were going to give Dean a bit of space tonight. After all, you had just seen each other naked. Things were a little different. There was a tension in the air that wasn’t there before. Then there was the kiss that neither of you seemed to want to talk about. You didn’t want to be weird, but you didn’t want to read it wrong either.

Dean climbed into the bed next to you, adjusting the covers over himself before shutting off the light. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his arms over his abdomen. You smiled softly at him, shifting to face him, and to make yourself comfortable. He turned and gave you a half smile, one that made your heart flutter just enough to be noticeable.

“Thanks for skinny dipping with me,” you whispered.

“Thanks for encouraging this trip, Y/N,” he muttered back. “You cuddling tonight?”

“Is that an invitation?” You gasped playfully.

“Get over here,” he let out a chuckle, opening his arms up for you to crawl in. You threw your arm around his waist, tugging in close to him. You rested your head on his chest, right above his heart. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“You too, De. Sweet dreams,” you yawned. You felt a pair of lips press against the crown of your head. They lingered for a few seconds longer than you anticipated.

“Sweet dreams.”

That was what changed. The way he was with you. You were closer than ever, and you knew that there was no turning back to the friendship path. You were far too deep in the more than friends trail that your feelings were growing stronger. It wasn’t even that you saw his entire body, and not to mention, his impressive package, shall you say. It was the conversations you could have with him, and the way you could make each other laugh. It was the trust you had in one another. You didn’t find that with everyone. It really made you wonder if Dean felt the same way towards you. If his lips lingering on the top of your head meant something more than a kiss goodnight. If him kissing you earlier tonight meant that you were the one he had feelings for. Either way, it was something you’d never forget. The whole night was something you’d never forget.

You shifted a little, leaning up, brushing your lips against his stubbly cheek. He melted against your touch this time, almost happy that you showed him the same amount of affection back.

Maybe after this trip, you’d grow enough courage to tell Dean Winchester how you felt about him.

Maybe.

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beelsbaby · 4 years

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could you do the obey me undatables for the girl dad thing too please?😁

Of course! I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it, I got carried away a lot WHOOPS but here ya go!

Undateables as girl dads

Solomon

* OKAY he wanted a son

* I don’t know he just gives me boy dad energy

* But you said no sir we having a girl

* I love that for you 😌

* But he didn’t get upset because he knew no matter what the gender was, his child would be powerful

* Insert "good for her" pic

* He reads books on how to be a dad

* How to be a dad for dummies LMAOO

* He makes sure to be fully prepared

* What a dork HA

* Her room probably has a lot of purples

* It’s very whimsical

* When she’s born, he instantly forgets about being the most powerful in the room

* All those pacts he’s made with demons mean nothing

* He is hopelessly devoted to her

* When she gets fussy, he just sprinkles a little magic and she’s giggling again

* She’s just so fascinated by it

* He loves carrying her around while doing mundane things

* He’d be reading a grimoire with her resting on his hip

* She said papa first and he was WEAK

* He did shed a tear or two but he’ll never tell

* He can put her down to sleep in record time

* He just makes up a story about magic and she’ll happily go to sleep

* She’s also very fascinated by his magical artifacts

* She’s constantly touching the ones he unsuccessfully tried to hide

* “Sweetheart, that’s papa’s, okay? That’s 380 years old... Let’s put that down, yeah?”

* Looks absolutely baffled when she’d take the artifact and BOLT

* “Y/N, why are you just standing there laughing, help me!”

* She is very sneaky and cheeky just like him

* She knows just to give her dad her cheeky little smile and he’s putty in her hands

* He’s so whipped

* But she’s also pretty sharp

* Solomon brags that she gets her intelligence from him

* Fool slept on the couch for that comment

* He has a ring with her initials on it

* She likes listening about sorcery

* “Papa papa! I want to have magic like you!”

* “One day, petal, one day”

* “Pinky pwomise?”

* He’d chuckle and intertwine his pinky with hers

* He spoke to soon because she started showing signs of sorcery at 6 years old

* He was so proud

* He taught her how to control it, how to maneuver it, and how to use it properly

* This definitely brought them closer together

* He’s just so happy to have her and she’s changed him to become a better person in just a few years, he loves her to infinity and beyond. He’ll protect her until his last breath 😭✋🏻

Simeon

* This angel was ELATED

* He thanked you endlessly like the true gentleman he is

* He didn’t care if it was a girl or a boy he was just happy to have a child with you

* When you tell him it’s a girl he immediately starts getting things ready for her

* Her room is so angelic

* The walls are painted like the sky

* It’s so beautiful

* The day she was born, he swears he finally understood what happily ever after meant

* He didn’t know if life could get any better, he was just so happy

* And she was GORGEOUS

* She looked exactly like him

* His beautiful skin tone, eyes, everything

* I’m crying at how pretty she is 😭

* He cried too, she was a literal angel

* He helped you out with everything

* He fed her, changed her, whatever you needed

* He sang her to sleep whenever she refused to sleep

* She’d stare at him with adoration

* He liked carrying her around, even if he was busy

* Multitasking king we love to see it

* Whenever he was caring her, she would grab his cheeks and babble at him

* His heart melted every single time

* Her first word was “up”

* She liked her dad picking her up and putting her on his shoulders

* So she asked him to pick her up

* He gladly did so with a huge smile

* She LOVES his wings

* She likes playing with Luke !!

* She also likes playing dress up with her dad

* She dresses up as a princess

* She has him dressing up like a knight

* He has to come save her from the dragon

* Luke is the dragon

* And He hates playing dress up lol

* She loves hearing all about angels

* And Simeon loves telling her about them

* When she’s five, she sprouts wings!

* She’s so happy

* “Look papa I’m just like you now!”

* He cries, she’s just so beautiful

* “Yes, angel, you’re like me!”

* He teaches her how to control and maneuver her wings

* She’s very clumsy at first, but he’s always there to catch her

* Simeon vows to always be there to catch her whenever she needed him, he loves her more than life itself 🥺❤️

Luke (aged up!!)

* This man passed tf out when you told him

* He was not ready for that bomb you just dropped

* But when he wakes up he asked you how you feel and if you know the gender

* When you both go to your appointment and you’re told it’s a girl, he starts freaking out

* What if he’s not a good dad?

* What if he can’t understand her?

* His mind is literally screaming WEE WOO WEE WOO

* But you assure him that he’s gonna do just fine and she’ll love him unconditionally

* He relaxes a bit

* Like 2%

* But he’s not hyperventilating anymore so you take it as a win

* He make sure her room is as comfortable as possible

* A lot of plushies and toys

* The room is such a vibe

* When she’s born, he passed out again

* Geez Luke get a grip

* You had two precious babies to look after

* But when he came to, he was in euphoria

* His baby girl was a beautiful mix of the both of you

* He was so smitten

* She’s very attached to him

* When she’s fussy he just picks her up and she settles down

* He carries around her diaper bag

* Mammon saw him once and now he never let’s him live it down

* Luke isn’t embarrassed, he’s just irritated because it’s Mammon

* Her first word was “daddy” and Luke felt his heart go BOOM 💥

* He picked her up and gave her a forehead kiss

* “Yes, little one, I’m daddy! Y/N she knows I’m her daddy she’s a genius!”

* You just smiled as he went on and on about how much of a genius y’all’s daughter was

* Proud dad™️

* He loves taking her to petting zoos, aquariums, etc

* Her eyes light up

* As she grows she gets more feisty lol

* Simeon loves comparing her feistiness to Luke’s

* But tbh it just makes Luke smug

* He loves that he has a headstrong daughter

* He knows she won’t take anyone’s crap

* When she was in the first grade, you guys got a call from the school one day

* She punched a classmate

* It was her first offense so the school just let her off of a warning

* But when Luke asked her why she did it, she said it’s because he was bullying her friend

* Prouder dad™️

* She makes him prouder every day and he’s so proud to call himself her dad, his entire heart is hers

Diavolo

* he’s been wanting to have a family with you for a long time

* So when you tell him you both are going to have a baby, he is so excited!

* He’s very doting the entire time

* When you told him it was a girl he’s was very happy and supportive

* It might have been ideal for him to have a boy but we know this man lives to break the status quo

* So he’s happy

* When she was born, Diavolo fell in love all over again

* She was just such a beautiful sight

* ALSO there was a two week celebration and the devildom

* Her room was EXPENSIVE

* He said really said no budget

* Gold things everywhere

* That’s his princess, he’d do anything for her even if it meant hurting his pockets

* Dang I need myself a Diavolo 🤪

* He carries her around in a baby carrier

* I LOVE TO SEE IT

* She said mama first but it was just with you so when she said dada you let him think it was her first word

* You don’t wanna break his heart lol

* His devilgram is basically now a stan account for his daughter

* If he really misses her, he will take her into meetings with him

* No one dares to argue with him

* She loves being on his shoulders, the view is superb

* First day of school he took her and the entire school went crazy

* She literally told him “ how far you have to leave everybody’s freaking out over you and I’m supposed to be the cool one here!”

* He laughed and kissed her goodbye

* She’s very sweet but pretty commanding

* Diavolo gushes on how she’s totally ready to be queen one day

* All name brands for his princess

* He definitely has had a portrait of her made. It’s probably in like the dining room or the main hallway

* She loves playing hide and seek

* Can you imagine big bad Diavolo running around trying to hide in a bush but he’s too tall lmaoo

* No one ever there is mess with her

* She’s only like five but she has the entire devildom standing behind her just like with her dad, I love how powerful they are. ADORABLE AND POWERFUL ??? Best daddy daughter duo in the devildom

Barbatos

* Poor baby is so nervous when you tell him

* But he want nothing more than to have a family with you

* He starts preparing everything for her arrival

* Baby proofing, preparing her room, anything he can do for her

* He make sure her room was adorable and fun

* It’s a pastel paradise

* When she’s born he’s holding your hand as you carry her

* You looked up to him and asked if he wanted to hold her

* He let out a barely audible “yes”

* When you handed her over to him, she opened her eyes and cooed up at him

* Rip Barbatos.exe stopped working

* #1 dad

* He changes diapers, he cleans up after her, takes care of her so you can get some rest

* What a gentleman 😪

* She said papa first

* He remembers the exact hour minute and second she said it LMAOO

* She’s very very shy

* But he’s helping work through her anxiety and walks her through her attacks

* Wow I’m crying 😭

* They love having little cute picnics together

* She LOVES his baking

* I mean who doesn’t

* She does very well in school

* Loves reading and history

* She really enjoys helping him out in his butler duties

* She even has a matching butler outfit that you got her

* The first time he saw her in it, bby boy couldn’t stop gushing about how cute they were

* They were the best butler duo

* N E WAY before I go on and on about them, he really loves her and you. He views her as the best thing that’s ever happened to him 🥰

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #anime #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Ninety Four.

Mel is bringing Rylee to us in Vegas, Robyn is not wanting to see anyone really. I feel like Robyn is feeling ashamed of what happened, I do not blame her for it because a lot has happened, but I need to explain to her the stories going on too, tapping on the picture Mel sent it made me laugh “have you seen what they been doing for Rylee?” turning my phone “she has been missing you so they got your worn top so she can hold to soothe her” Robyn looked up at my phone, Rylee has a real grip on it “she is coming now, she will be here soon” placing my free hand on her lap, Robyn put her hand down wanting to cry her heart out “I am such a bad mother” moving my phone back “no you’re not, Robyn it happens. Everyone makes mistakes, every parent does, I did. Rylee won’t remember that she only remembers the good times ok? Stop it” reaching over and wrapping my arms around her “she loves you so so much, she loves you that much she knows your touch, that is all. She will be back with us soon and it will be back to normal” I said to her in her ear “I fucked up Chris” she sniffled “I just fucking didn’t think of anyone but myself, I just was thinking of me. I just got sick of thinking of others but Rylee, she doesn’t deserve” moving back from the hug “and that is fine, but you know you will need to see people eventually you know that right?” I said, she nodded her head “while we are on the subject I need to explain some other things that happened while you were in this moment” Robyn groaned out “I just know I have been getting recorded. I am just fucking stupid; I am just angry at myself. I need to realise that life isn’t what it was, I can’t just do as I please you know” she sighed out “I am listening, what did I do?” licking my lips, she needs to know.

“So what happened was we were having disagreements, I was personally trying to help you and get you back to the room, but you weren’t having it, you didn’t want to know but I was trying my best with you. We got in the elevator, and I mentioned that I am not your dad which triggered you, I don’t blame you why it did, but it trigger you, but you hit my shoulder. It wasn’t even a big deal, but you were very angry, well someone sold it to TMZ, your name is on the blogs and everything, but I dealt with it, I said it was just a playful thing. Robyn and I was just having fun, y’all are assuming things on my wife, she isn’t like what you are saying” Robyn shook her head “why does anyone want to honour me when I am like this, I am sorry Chris” she apologised, frowning at her “hey, don’t be sorry. Honestly it’s fine, it’s life. Things like this happen and I do not blame you or pointing fingers at you or at what happened so please don’t say sorry, I want this to be a learning curb and we can grow. I love you” I know she is stressed out “just let’s get Rylee and we can go to Barbados, and we will heal together ok?” Robyn came over to me and held me, wrapping my arms around her torso “I have so much going on, I just needed you” Robyn honestly needs me, and I feel it, I always thought she never needed me, but I am so needed by her.

Robyn fell asleep hugging me, like she just knocked out asleep. I didn’t expect it, but she did, she has been doing so much shit that she has tired herself out. I laid her down on the couch and put a blanker over her, this is the most silence I have got from her, I am happy she is asleep. I didn’t think at first she would have slept but she did, maybe she needed some comfort. TJ is calling me, I need to deal with Black Pyramid, I haven’t even told him that I am moving onto Fenty Corp, and I want him to take over pretty much “yo” I answered his call “don’t yo me nigga, just joking. I am in Cali with Deja, we are just doing some store spotting, try and open more stores and having some meetings, you want to meet?” I laughed lightly “nigga, I am sure you have seen the shit Robyn has been up too?” I am sure he has “uh yeah, I didn’t want to really bring it up with you” I chuckled “well I am still in Vegas, but we are going to Barbados, shit has been a mess for me. I do need to have a meeting with you about a lot, but my family comes first” TJ let out an oh “that is fine, I will wait bro. I hope she is good, when I saw the video I was like that ain’t Robyn but is she good?” pacing away from the where Robyn is sleeping “she is ok, I have really stressed her out TJ. I fucked up big time” I cringed saying it but it’s true “I was about to say, I can imagine how much that shit upset her. Has she forgiven you about it, Drake is a punk ass bitch” rolling my eyes “yeah, I just need to be here for my family, but I need to catch up with you on this business thing, I think this is something big for you. You may need to move, but we will discuss when we meet. I need to go; Rylee will be here soon and then we gone. Hold it down for me bro” they will be here soon so I want to go downstairs and see them “I will, speak soon” disconnecting the call.

Waiting in the lobby area for Mel and Rylee, she said that they have landed, and they are five minutes away. I am so excited to see my daughter, I can only imagine how stressed out she is thinking that her parents have left her when we haven’t, luckily she is at a age where she won’t remember this but I am going to change for them both, I have too. My smile grew seeing Mel with Rylee in the car seat, she has it covered. Getting up from the couch, she hasn’t seen me right now, but she will. Jogging a little towards her, she placed the seat down because that shit is heavy, so I don’t blame her “hey” I waved, Mel looked and turned around “oh there you are” I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I just hugged her “a hug?” she said confused, I chuckled “man, you have been there for me a lot thank you” moving back from the hug “is she asleep?” Mel nodded her head “yeah, she really enjoyed the car ride and fell asleep with her mother’s top on her. How is my friend?” Mel asked “she fell asleep, she is feeling awful right now. I don’t want to keep saying that she has done wrong, she is not looking forward to seeing Monica either” Mel laughed nervously “oh god, she is going crazy. When I said we are going to Vegas and Robyn doesn’t want to see you yet, she wasn’t happy so they are meeting us there” picking the car seat up “cool, as long as Monica can be supportive of Robyn. I understand she is concerned and wants the best, but she can be overbearing, you know?” walking off “very” I really don’t want to step in when it comes to Robyn and her mother, but I won’t have the disrespect.

Crouching down to the car seat, pulling back the blanket from the seat. Rylee is really asleep still and she is holding Robyn’ top, I didn’t think they was being serious but they are, she is missing Robyn so much but she is asleep, they both are “I want to scare her ass awake, laid out here like a damn angel” I chuckled, Mel is side eyeing her “she was acting a whole crazy ass person but I am glad you are here, I feel like she wouldn’t have stopped, I know my friend and she would have continued to escalate and not stop” walking slowly towards Mel “she is done with him Mel, she said she is mourning him so you know she is done and good on her, it’s about time she gets rid of him and just live, you know? We all saw it, even I did. He made out I was after her money, when all along it was him. He is bad, I don’t know why she asked for my dad too, I told him, and he said of course, I am unsure, but I asked my dad to take her out, I don’t know. A father, daughter thing” Mel cooed out “she will love that, she’s always wanted a father’s love, awww” Mel cooed out in awe “no, that has really made me emotional. I won’t say a word about it but that’s cute, oh yeah you are recording that video about Robyn was good of you. I think it put the water over the fire, even though you didn’t know if Robyn was going to do anything more you still did what you had to do for her, that was good of you” I smiled a lightly “I love her, every part of her. You know like you go through that moment in life, I did. I went through it in my marriage which yes was wrong, but I went through it and” shaking my head “nobody is Robyn, she is the best so yeah, I will do anything to make sure nobody talks shit about her. She needs to wake up though” placing my hands on my hips “she does but we can wait” we can, they are here now anyways.

I can’t stop smiling at my daughter, she is awake “you got your hair all nice, did auntie Mel do this for you” sitting on the floor with her “did Mel do that for you pookie, I missed you so much. I did, yes I did. Oh wow, you are sitting up like this now. You going to let momma top go or no?” she is just staring at me “don’t worry, I am here now” wiping the side of her mouth, she has just woke up, so she is a little taken aback “the love she has for Robyn, it really warms my heart. I don’t blame her, you know what, I say this to her. She is a great mother, but she doesn’t think it at all” she is holding onto Robyn’ top for dear life “huh” looking over at Robyn, she is awake “oh if it isn’t the crazy bitch” Mel said, Robyn shot up “oh my god” picking up Rylee from the floor “pookie is here, she comes with your damn top” turning to her, Robyn is sat up frozen with her hands over her mouth. Rylee’ is smiling that much her pacifier has come out “my baby” Robyn shot up from the couch, Rylee finally let the top go as she waved her arms about “oh my god, Rylee” Robyn took Rylee from me and held her close “she is home, she has missed you rabbit” seeing the happiness on my daughter’ face from seeing her mother really has made me happy “I am so sorry” Robyn sobbed out “I love you so much, I missed you so much” they have reunited and I couldn’t be happier.

My family reunited; this is what I want. Rylee is sat on Robyn’ lap and is playing with her pacifier “over it then?” Mel said “with the drama I caused in those days, I just. I am stupid but I had my husband with me, I just knew that my daughter would be in good care but I will never, never, never let you go” Robyn wrapped her arms around Rylee “bitch you are have been bad, what went on in your mind when you did what you did to poor Chris?” I chuckled “oh you know?” Robyn said not knowing I told her “Chris called me distressed, wow” Robyn looked over at me, I know she feels bad with the look on her face “I wanted to go out and he was refusing me to go so I was like I know how to do this; I know Chris falls asleep after sex. No matter what he does, so I knew if I fucked him he would fall asleep, so I did what I had to do, sorry” she apologised “that is savage though but are you ready to go Barbados, Robyn your mom is pissed. I think you need to just suck it up and accept what she will say to you, I think she was so upset you ignored her calls too, but I think you need to just say yes ok, sorry mom. It will be one of those” Robyn is going to get it in the neck with her mother, wait till we go Barbados but I will be there for her.

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