#you do your best to ignore the part of you that screams for your eldest son. you are unsuccessful.)

[introspectivememories]

[babydollmarauders]

AUGUST — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE.

summary: in which y/n has been in love with quinn for years and now they engage in a summer situationship.

specific lyrics: “i can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away into a moment in time. 'cause it was never mine. and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine. 'cause you were never mine.” and “your back beneath the sun, wishin' i could write my name on it. will you call when you're back at school? i remember thinkin' i had you.” and “wanting was enough. for me, it was enough. to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you'd call.”

warnings: innuendos, talk of sexual happenings but no actual NSFW content.

notes: this takes place when Quinn was attending UMich. inspired by August by Taylor Swift! reader is 18.

**JULY 30TH, 2018**

my cheek pressed against the cool glass, i sit in the bay window of my bedroom at my families lake house, watching for the neighbors to arrive. we’ve been coming here every summer since i was fourteen, and for just as long, i’ve had a crush on the eldest son of the family next door.

the Hughes family was comprised of three boys and their parents, Jim and Ellen.

there was the youngest, Luke. fourteen years old and the sweetest kid you could ever meet. generally the victim of teasing from his older brothers, but he doesn’t let it get to him.

then there’s Jack, the middle child. seventeen years old and my best friend. surprisingly smart, kind, and always there for me when needed, metaphorically of course since we don’t actually live near each other.

and lastly, Quinn, the oldest. nineteen, more on the introverted side, attractive, and my summer crush for the last four years.

Jack and i keep in touch over the school year, telling each other any and everything that happens in our lives, and he informed me that they would be arriving today, but he didn’t say what time. so, here i sit, looking out my window, sight locked on the driveway of the house next door.

“y/n! lunch!” my mother’s voice drifts up to my room from the bottom of the stairs. ignoring her yell, i stay planted in my seat. “y/n, c’mon! i know you’re watching for Jack but you can still eat!”

i heave out a sigh, standing to my feet and rushing down the stairs. i grip my lunch plate in my hands and start back towards the stairs.

“you can’t even stay down and eat with us?” my mom questions. i look over to her, standing with her hands on her hips and her brows raised.

“i don’t wanna miss their arrival, mama.” i whine and she rolls her eyes and shoos me off. i dart up the stairs, shouting out, over my shoulder- “love you, mama!”

i take my seat back at my bay window and look back to the driveway again, keeping myself busy by eating bites of my sandwich as i watch. no more than 5 minutes after i finish my sandwich and chips, i see a car pulling into the neighboring driveway. opening my window, i watch as my best friend steps out of the vehicle, followed by his younger brother. my heart deflates slightly when i notice the absence of the oldest Hughes, but i cover up my disappointment quickly when Jack looks over at me leaning out my window.

“hey hockey-head!” i yell.

“my personal cheerleader!” he calls back. “you gonna come give me my hug? or do i have to come up there and get it myself?”

with that, i pull back into my room and spin around, running down the stairs.

“they here?” my father correctly assumes as i zoom past him in the living room.

“yep!” i scream, opening the front door. i stumble down the front porch steps, catching myself on the last step, and making eye contact with Jack. he holds his arms open and i run across my yard, launching myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. one of his arms winds around my waist and his other hand splays under my backside, holding me up. the touch is innocent between two best friends, but i hear Luke fake a gag behind us.

“i missed you.” i mumble, my lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

“i missed you too. i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your graduation.” he whispers back.

“it’s okay, i know you had a hockey game. just don’t forget me when you become a hotshot, first-overall nhl player.” i joke as he lowers me down to my feet.

“never. who else is gonna keep me humbled and remind me that i’m ‘an average white boy’?” he chuckles as he uses my own words from last week.

“that’s true. you’ll need me in order to keep your ego in check.” i shrug before twisting to face Luke. “hi, sweet baby.”

i reach up, holding his face in my hands. he rolls his eyes at my words but it just eggs me on more. i pull him down to my chest, cradling his head to my collarbone.

“my little baby.” i coo and pout. “you’ve grown so much since i last saw you.”

“y/n/n, i’m almost fifteen, not five.” his words are muffled in my chest. “can we have a regular hug now?”

i let out a long dramatic sigh and release him from my hold. he pulls back, giving me a shy smile before hugging me to his chest.

“good to see you, moosey.”

“good to see you too, y/n/n.” he lets me go and i look at Jack once we part.

“where’s Quinn?” i ask. Quinn and i aren’t nearly as close as i am with his brothers, him usually sticking with the friends he brings to the lake house, but it’s not unusual for me to wonder his whereabouts.

“he’s coming sometime in the next few days. he went to a friends house for a couple weeks.” Jack answers. he smirks and speaks again- “but that just means you get extra time with the cooler Hughes brothers.”

“you think you’re cool?” i tease. “yeah, this is why you need me. you’re already thinking delusionally!”

“what does it say about you that you hang out with people you don’t think are cool?” Jack argues, raising a brow.

“hold on, i never said Luke isn’t cool!” i joke, crossing my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to one leg. “i only implied you are uncool.”

“oh, you’re gonna get it!” it’s the only warning i get before he leaps, trying to get ahold of me. i sprint around the yard, circling the car before halting behind Ellen Hughes, who was on her way out to grab another suitcase to bring in the house.

“well, hello dear.” she laughs as i take hold of her shoulders, using her as a human shield against her middle son.

“hi El!” i chat. “save me!”

“Jack, you guys have been back together for 5 minutes and you’re already attacking the poor girl?” she chides. “leave her alone.”

“yeah, Rowdy, leave me alone!” i hit back. “you’re so mean to me.”

“you called me uncool!” he rebuts. Ellen sighs and shakes her head at our childishness.

“just call a truce and go down to the lake.” she tells us. Jack and i eye each other warily as i snake a hand around Ellen for a peace handshake. Jack shakes my hand, making me smile and step out from behind his mother.

“meet at the lake in twenty?” Jack asks. i nod and take off back to my house to get changed.

this is gonna be the best summer. i can feel it.

**AUGUST 2ND, 2018**

i wake to the sunshine streaming in through my bedroom windows and my blanket falling to the floor. my back cracks with the movement of me stretching my limbs across my bed and my mouth opens wide in a yawn. i swing my feet over the side of my bed and smile. it’s been three days since Jack and Luke arrived, and according to Jack, Quinn is arriving today. i’m assuming he’ll get here in the evening, so i choose to waste time by going for a morning swim.

i strip out of my pajamas, grabbing a simple navy blue bikini from my dresser and getting changed into it. i grab a towel out of the linen closet on my way downstairs and grab a granola bar from the kitchen.

“i’m going out for a swim.” i inform my parents, who sit at the dining table. they nod, assuring me that they heard me, and go back to their discussion. i leave out the back door, walking down to the lakeside, enjoying the hot summer sun. i spot someone laying out on the shore, and grin in assumption that it’s my best friend. but when i get closer, i spot the dark brown hair and slightly paler skin and freeze in my spot. i stand in place, admiring the boy laid out with his back facing the sun. Quinn.

i stand there for a few minutes, just watching how the sun makes him glow and thinking about how much i want to be his. to be able to lay next to him and trace my name on his back as he soaks up the sun, to lay kisses across it as he hides a smile. how badly i long to be his. he stirs and i avert my gaze, continuing my walk to the shoreline.

“well hey stranger.” i hear called towards me, i look back over to see Quinn sitting up now, smiling my way. “you just gonna walk right past without saying hello? haven’t seen you in a year!”

my face heats up and i desperately hope he thinks it’s just consequences of the summer sun.

“hey, Quinn.” i say back. “long time no see! how’s UMich treating you?”

“eh, it’s been good. i can’t complain. what about you? you just graduated, right? you know what school you’re going to yet?” he rests his arms on his knees as he speaks, and with this position, my eyes are able to trail his chest, leading down to his hard earned hockey abs and the happy trail that disappears underneath his swimming trunks. “y/n?”

oh my god he just caught me ogling him. shit, what did he ask again? school?

“uh, yeah. yeah, i’m taking a gap year and then heading up to The University of British Columbia.” i finally respond.

“oh. that sounds cool!” he nods. “i was kinda selfishly hoping you’d be coming to UMich with me.”

what the fuck does that mean? does he like me? am i reading too much into that? oh my god.

“i thought about it.” i let out a weak chuckle before i tease- “but i don’t know if you could handle so much of me.”

Quinn lowers his sunglasses, letting it be known that his eyes are scanning my figure, and it’s then i remember that i’m wearing a bikini. suddenly feeling self conscious, i fold my arms in front of my chest, my towel pressing against my body.

“i think i could handle a lot more of you than you think.” a lazy smirk rests on his lips and i’m starting to need this swim more than ever.

that was an innuendo, right? that was definitely an innuendo?

i let out an awkward laugh in response.

“well, i’ll let you get back to your swim. i’ll catch you later.” he says, rising to his feet. “don’t be a stranger, y/n/n.”

i watch him walk away, back towards his house, as i contemplate his words.

i’ll catch you later.

i shake my head clear of thoughts and drop my towel on the ground before running into the body of water in front of me. i let the water tickle my skin before completely diving under. staying down for a few seconds, i imagine the lake water washing away all my wandering thoughts.

i was just reading into things. it’s what i do best. wanting him is enough for me, i don’t need him.

**

my morning swim did nothing for me in the long run. his words still play on a repeat inside my head.

i could handle a lot more of you than you think.

i’ll catch you later.

it’s currently eight o’clock in the evening and i’m leaving for a bonfire at the Hughes house. i walk out the door and cross my backyard and into the Hughes’, making straight for the blazing fire with guys circled around it. as well as Quinn arriving today, Jack had some of his friends from the USNTDP get here too, which makes me doubly outnumbered and entirely out of my territory.

“there she is! our queen!” i recognize the voice as Trevor Zegras, ever the funny guy, he and i met last summer when he came with Jack. the rest of the boys look up and watch me approach as Trevor makes a show of kneeling on the ground and bowing to me.

“get up loser.” i laugh, rolling my eyes and scanning the group. my sight is drawn to where Quinn sits quietly in an adirondack chair.

“i thought you liked me on my knees.” Trevor smirks at his own dirty joke and i lightly kick his shoulder with my foot, making him fall backwards and land on the ground with a thud. the rest of the guys cackle in laughter from both his joke and him falling, but with my sights still set on Quinn, i watch curiously as his jaw clenches and his hands turn into fists for a split second before he relaxes again.

what’s that about?

“i like men on their knees. you’re a boy.” my response earns more hysterics from the group, the guys taking the chance to rag on Trevor for his failed flirtations.

“one more year baby. you can wait for me, can’t you?” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he sits back down into his chair, and i notice there aren’t any more chairs for me to sit in.

“sorry Z, i don’t do younger guys. or you. at any age.” he holds a hand to his heart, acting wounded by my words.

“my heart. it’s broken! how will i ever fill the empty space you’ve left?” he whines.

“i’m sure you’ll find some puck bunny to fill it. or more so, for you to fill.” he smirks at my response and shrugs his shoulders cockily.

“what can i say? ladies love me.” he replies before another guy pulls him into a conversation. with the attention off of me, i scan the chairs. i guess i could sit in Jack’s lap. it wouldn’t be the first time. i shrug and go to walk over to my best friend, but a hand on my wrist pulls me back. i look back to Quinn, his fingers spark on my skin.

“here, you can sit with me.” he pulls me towards him, patting his thighs with his free hand. i glance toward Jack but he’s not paying any attention, his focus lasered in on his friend Alex as he speaks wildly, his hands flying around in excitement. i look back over at Quinn, who waits patiently for me to sit.

when will i ever get this chance again?

i gingerly sit down on his lap, and my face heats up, turning scarlet as he releases my wrist in favor of winding his arm around my waist, his hand laying atop my thigh.

“so, you and Trevor, huh?” he questions lowly, his voice quiet enough that only i can hear. i let out a chuckle.

“definitely not. he’s just messing around.” my hand comes up to play with the silver necklace draped on my collar bone.

“good.” he replies. his cryptic response makes my brows furrow.

good? GOOD?! what does that even mean?!

“why? you jealous?” i tease. harmless banter such as this has always been innocent with me and the two older Hughes boys.

“and what if i was?” his words make my hand freeze in place. oh my god is he actually flirting with me or am i imagining it? “what would you do to reassure me that i don’t need to worry about him?”

his tone is low, voice laced with fascination. and in an effort to not ruin the moment, i blurt out the first thing that pops in my head.

“i think the real question is what would you do to me?” i can hear the seduction in my voice, the innuendo that just slipped past my lips, and regret is my immediate reaction. his eyes flicker between my own and my lips, but before i can apologize, he leans over, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear, and speaks once more.

“be careful of what you’re saying. i have a wild imagination and a pretty girl sitting on my dick, you might end up with a situation you might not be willing to take care of.” his breath fans across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“who says i wouldn’t be willing?” my words are barely audible past the rushing in my ears, but i know he heard them when he leans back with a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.

**AUGUST 23RD, 2018**

it’s that night that we started whatever we’re doing now. that night that i spent twisted in his bedsheets, drunk on him. that night that he whispered dirty talk in my ear as he brought me over the edge of pleasure multiple times. that he spent an hour with his head delved between my thighs, and then another hour with our bodies flush against each other as he brought us both to release.

since then, we’ve repeated that night seven times. i guess i could describe our relationship as a ‘situationship’. we hide behind closed doors, never talking about our feelings, never letting others see the ways we touch. i never even know when that night will repeat. my only indication being when he calls to ask me to sneak in. we only have a week left before we part for another year, and logically i know i should bring up how i feel before this ends, but i can’t help but fear that they may be one sided. that this situation is just a convenience thing for him. so i keep my feelings buried in a lockbox, not to be let out any time soon.

my phone buzzes in my lap as i sit in my bay window, and i turn it over to check the text i received. my heart deflates a little when i see it isn’t Quinn, but instead his brother.

—

From: Rowdy 💙

you still coming to the movies with me and the guys tonight? mom said Luke’s gotta come with us but don’t worry, he won’t ruin the night for us.

—

To: Rowdy 💙

i’m sorry, i’m not feeling great. rain check?

also, be nice to Moosey! he just wants to spend time with his big brother!

—

From: Rowdy 💙

okay, hope you feel better! let me know if you need anything, i can make a stop at the store on my way back.

—

Jack's response makes guilt settle in my stomach. how messed up is it of me to cancel plans with my best friend, in hopes that his older brother will call me for a hook up?

i'm horrible.

-

[hrtz4alex2211]

One rule

pairing: sub!nate x sls!reader

summary 1: you and your triplet older brothers (nick matt and chris) have always been close, they have always respected your wishes and let you do what you want as you were an adult now. but they had one rule. dont. fuck. their. best. friend. but rules were never ment to be followed…

summary 2: it was finally your birthday, the day you have been wating for, your finally 21!! your older siblings throw a party for you constantly reminding you of their one rule. dont have sex with their best friend, nathan doe.

A/N: this is my first fan fic ever so if it suck im sorry.😭 and sorry for the 2 summarys i couldnt chose one bc they both are good😭 this will be 2-3 parts depending on the ending looks like for this fic

warnings: SMUTTTT, cursing, getting caught, crying, physical fighting, panic attack, mentions of alcohol, and probably more

"Y/N HURRY UP!" you hear your eldest brother nick call up to you as you finish up your no make up make up look. "IM COMING JEEZ NICK BEING A GIRL IS HARD Y'KNOW!" you scoff as you say that, putting your shoes on running down stairs where your 3 brothers wait looking at their phones.

"ahem im here lets gooooo" you cough out as they all look up at you and start walking "took you long enough.." chris mumbles earning a smack on the arm from you.

-

about twenty minutes later you arrive at the airport to pick up 2 of your best friends, madi and nate. you've had the biggest crush on nate since as long as you can remember but you have never told anyone but madi. when you finally see the two emerge from the crowds at the airport you run up to them.

"MADI! NATE! AHHHH!!!" you scream as you wrap your arms around both their necks for about 30 seconds before you pull back and look both of them in the eye

"well hello to you too then" nate laughs "hi Y/n/n!!! its been so long" madi says picking up the bag she dropped from seeing you and loading it into the back of the mini van. nate does the same stacking his bag on top of madi's and putting his backpack on top.

you all start to pile into the mini van after small talk but slowly realizing there wont be enough room for the four of you to fit in the back. "shit where am i gonna sit?" you say looking at matt who is sitting in the front seat waiting as everyone buckles up but you. he shrugs when you hear nate say "sit on my lap itll be fine." you look up at him with an eye brow cocked up.

"no ill be to heavy. ill sit on the floor its fine!" you say starting to crawl into the vans floor "no y/n thats dangerous. just sit on my lap ill live you weigh practically nothing!" nate says as you roll your eyes and finally agree to this decision, as you close the door. you wiggle around on nates lap to make yourself comfortable. you hear him grunt as you finally find a comfortable position and lean back in his chest.

"whats wrong, am i too heavy?" you ask looking back at nate. "no your fine just getting myself comfortable too!" he says smiling his warm smile at you as matt hits a speed bump making nate grunt again but this time you ignore it leaning back on nate's chest and slowly falling asleep to the sound of small chatter floating around the car.

-

when you wake up you find a sleeping madi and you in new clothes with no make up. madi must have changed you and taken off your make up after you fell asleep in the car. you get up and go downstairs checking the time on your phone 11:37 PM you read as you groaned rubbing your eyes as you make your way to the kitchen already seeing a light on. you walk into the kitchen to find a snacking nate at the island, you giggle as you walk over to your fridge and grab a small yogurt cup.

"hello sleepy head" nate says looking at you through his lashes as he takes a bite from the cereal bowl in-front of him. you walk over and sit next time him setting your yogurt and spoon down as you look into his eyes "hello pretty boy" you whisper, a smirk threatening to spread across your face as you see his eyes widen from the nickname he hasn't heard you use in months.

"ive missed you y/n.." he says as he looks at your lips then back to your eyes, you doing the same. "ive missed you too nate" you smile at him and you jsyt stare into each others eye before the buzz of your phone breaks the trance. its nick. you groan opening the message.

from : nicky pooh 11:41 why are you up i see the kitchen like on

you laugh as you type a response

to : nicky pooh 11:41 i got hungry, snacking with nate. sorry to wake you we'll be in bed soon promise

from: nicky pooh 11:42 fine, make it quick im tired and that light is bright shining through my door. love u 🫶🏼

to : nicky pooh 11:43 lol sucks to have a broken door dont it, love u to🫶🏼

"sorry about that." you chuckle putting the phone down and looking back at nate who looks like his eyes never left your face. you turn to open ur yogurt are you are actually hungry, making nate do the same to finish off his cereal as you devour the yogurt in 6 big spoon fulls. you both get up at the same time him making his way to the sink and you to the trash, he puts his bowl and spoon in the sink as you throw away the yogurt container and walk over the nate leaning on the sink.

you lean really close to nate looking up at him slightly as you place your spoon in the sink. your stomach slightly grinding against his crotch making him groan. you lightly gasp as you feel his growing hard-on press into your stomach. you back up taking nates hand and dragging him to the guest room where he will be staying making sure to close and lock the door as you walk over to the boy pushing him down on the bed as you climb onto him so your straddling him

"fuck y/n what a-are you d-doing?" he asks worried about nick matt and chris. you can see it in his face thats what hes scared about. "im doing what you clearly want." you say palming his growing erection getting a loud whimper from nate. you push a hand over his mouth. "shhhh we dont want my brothers or madi to hear do we now?" you say earning a frantic head shake from nate as you begin to fiddle with the waist band of his pajamas pants soon after pulling them down as he starts to take your top of leaving you in your bra before you hear a small knock at the door startiling you both as you quickly pull your top back on and him pulling up his pants as you both stand up.

"yo nate!" chris says before he jiggles the locked handle. "whys the door locked? bro let me in!" chris says jiggling the door more as you run and hide behind the desk thats set up in the corner of the room.

"sorry forgot to unlock it after i got changed earlier, whats up?" nate says before looking over at you quickly and back to chris. "me and matt are going on a late night drive you coming? im asking y/n and madi after you." chris says, nate eyes widen. "s-sure uh i can ask the girls if you want to head downstairs, i need to piss anyway." nate says looking over at you again for a second then looking back at your brother

"alrights sounds cool, see you downstairs soon?" chris says walking away and pointing at nate "you got it!" nate says as he slightly closes the door and looks at you. "you down to go for a drive?"nate says pointing at the door "fuck yea i am!" you say standing up running to your room slowly opening the door to see a dead asleep madi "i guess madis not coming!" you say pulling on a hoodie and changing your shorts into long pajama pants.

"fine by me" nate responds walking out the room and down the steps as you follow close behind. after you guys drove around for awhile you went back home and all parted ways to you room. seeing as you had to get stuff ready for tomorrow, your big birthday party!

a/n reallllyyyyy long first chapter so sorry but next will be shorter ish and better i promise! i was also crying at myself while writing this it was so bad so hope you enjoyed😭😭

tags: @k4tixzz @hysteria-things @lovingmattysposts

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WHaBFHtLA - Astarion x GN!Reader - Chapter 5: Guidance from a Druid

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Elf!Tav)

Genre: Reincarnation, Angst, Mystery, Slow burn

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Canon-Typical Violence, tw: death, nightmares

WC: 2.7k words, 5/?? chapters

Summary: After finally setting off to find Astarion, you receive a confounding memory from your past life. Ignoring what it might mean, you focus on your task and visiting Halsin, one of your past-self's friends.

A/N: people seem to disagree about how elves age, but I’m operating off of: they age at a human rate up to ~30 years old, then they age super slowly, maybe looking ~50-60 at their eldest.

A quick definition of Arvandor: where the souls of the elven dead reside while they wait for elf god Corellon to give them a new life. It’s seen as a paradise, and elves aren’t forced to reincarnate if they’d prefer to stay. Due to how long-lived elves are, souls can spend many years waiting to reincarnate.

Ao3 | [Ch4][Ch6] | WHaBFHtLA Masterlist

You hear your name yelled– it sounds distant, but the voice calling you is familiar. For some reason, you’re unable to pinpoint who or where the call is coming from, and you find your mind a foggy mess. When you open your eyes, all you feel is pain. Where am I? You think.

Trying to take in your surroundings, your eyes are only met with darkness and the occasional small spot of light. It’s difficult to tell through blurry eyes, though you think you might be indoors? Your sight is so spotty, you wish you could rub your eyes, but you find that your arm refuses.

Oh right, you think, This is a memory. It’s not your mind that’s clouded then.

Again, you hear your name yelled. It’s not your name though, it’s the hero’s name– you’re in the hero’s memory. You wish that they would hurry up and answer, because the scream is stabbing at your already throbbing head, its desperation twisting at your heart.

Your whole body feels heavy, and you register how it aches everywhere, but your past-self doesn’t seem to be able to do anything about it. Their breathing comes in short, ragged breaths. Their lips part, and only a trickle of air escapes.

What’s wrong? You think, not sensing any panic, any stress or sadness. Are they unconscious?

Once more their name is yelled, and you recognize it as Astarion’s voice– he seems to have enough panic for you as he barely chokes out, “Where are you?!”

You must be lost, nothing to worry about then. Get up, valiant hero, you think. Your lover is waiting for you.

A harsh wheeze leaves your mouth, and, judging from the pain in your chest, the retching cough that follows, that was the best your body could do to make your presence known. You wish you could look down at your chest, your limbs, anything other than this inky blackness above you. The spots in your vision begin to swim, and you realize that you’re crying.

You can feel liquid welling in your eyes, feel it spill out into streaks of tears. The tears fall down your cheeks silently, as if your body has given up on any further attempts at noise.

Oh you see now. You’re dying.

For all of the times you thought you might have died in previous memories, now that you’re experiencing it, you’re surprised by how little your body seems to care. There’s no struggling, no clinging to what last moments you can. Only a deep heaviness in your muscles, a dim light of emotion underneath it all that you’re unable to place.

If your past-self won’t feel the sorrow, you certainly will. No! you want to scream at them. You’re not done. You still have so much life left in you. You can’t give up now. But it’s not like they can hear you, this all happened years ago. You’re not sure how long, but judging from when stories of the Hero of Baldur’s Gate began to disappear, this is almost 150 years in the past.

“NO!” you hear from the memory, and while you can’t see him, you hear Astarion running. You hear him stumble, slide to your prone body. Your vision is still shot, so when he holds your face and looks at you, all you can see are two spots of red, a blur of pale skin, and a splotch of white hair. “No, love, get up.” His voice is pleading with you, its pitch high with despair. He coughs and you see his head turn left then right. “I need to get you out of here.”

“Get,” you manage to croak out. “Get… out.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Astarion all but yells. “I can’t leave you to die.”

You feel that dim emotion spark at his words, and one of your hands reaches up weakly to grab his on your face. “No.” Here, in your dying breaths, all you can feel is concern. You’re so worried about Astarion, that it almost seems to grant you the strength to push him away. It’s entirely ineffective and you’re left barely conscious, unable to impress upon him the need to leave you here.

“I– I can’t leave you,” he repeats, voice thick with tears. You feel a few droplets fall on your face. He must realize that you’re on the very precipice of death. “I can’t–” A sob escapes him, then another cough. “I can’t live without you.” 

Your head moves in a miniscule shake. “You… can.”

“Love, darling, please– don’t leave me,” he gasps out. “Please fight.”

“I… won’t be…” You cough up blood, and the spray of red covers your last lingering vision of Astarion. “Long.” The words are less than a whisper, and you’re not sure if Astarion even hears them before you’re abruptly wrenched from the memory.

When you come to, you find yourself gasping for air, as if making up for that which you couldn’t get in your past life. Your breathing slows, steadies, and you find yourself staring at the wall of your tent, mindlessly. As soon as your mind catches up to what you’ve witnessed though, you only find yourself left with questions.

Why didn't they do everything in their power to live? you think, a rage building within you, all on the poor vampire’s behalf. Through all of the haziness and pain, you could hear his heart breaking. He asked them to fight for him, for their love, and the hero just… gave up. How could they do that to him?

You wouldn’t blame him for hating them for the rest of his days. Hells though, that would mean hating you in turn, wouldn’t it? He may not want anything to do with them or you at all. I knew I should have waited to see how my life ended…

“What do I do now?” you say, to no one in particular. After teleporting to Baldur’s Gate, you had spent the next several weeks receiving clearance in the city, stocking up on supplies, and traversing the land formerly covered in Shadows to find the settlement where the druid Halsin was supposedly said to live. There’s no use going back now, is there?

So despite your new worries, you push on to meet with the druid. It's taken you this long, you’ve invested the gold and energy– you will see this through, whether or not Astarion turns away his failed love.

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You're in a place formerly known as the Shadowlands, and, if your instructions are accurate, Halsin shouldn’t be far now. 

The druid had apparently taken in many refugees after the calamity that struck Baldur's Gate, and after more than three centuries of growth, the place was thriving. It looked almost nothing like the half-built huts that your past-self visited. There are rows of neat, earthy houses, streets bustling with people and activity, and, as if out of a fairy tale, flowers of all colors under the sun lining every pathway. If you weren’t so focused on your mission, you imagine a stay here would prove to be quite lovely.

As it is, you’re only catching glimpses in passing. You nod to a pair of tiefling women who seem to notice your confident stride. You barely manage to dodge a few deep gnome children running undertow. You refer back to your map for a moment, only to give up and ask an elderly man for the fastest route to the druid. 

“Lookin’ fer Halsin?” You nod, trying to contain your anxious energy. “Aye, ‘e should be off in the woods right about now. Communin’ with nature or some such. Thata way.” He points in the direction of a thriving thicket of trees. 

You thank the man and head the direction he’s pointed. Wandering through the grove for a few minutes, you find yourself at an empty clearing. Looking around at the surrounding trees, you begin to wonder if you should have been this trusting of a random old man. 

Just as you’re about to leave the area, you hear rustling behind you. You whip around to see a massive brown bear climbing down from a tree. It lands and stares at you from across the clearing.

To be quite honest, in your nearly hundred years of life, you had never been in any type of real danger. You had lived through memories, gone through training, and, of course, you had practiced and prepared for this journey in particular. But now that you’re here, facing down a bear at least five times your size, you’re afraid that you’re in way over your head. 

Luckily, your head is quite good at quick thinking, and you anticipated running into animals around a grove so you’re prepared for this. You put your palms up in a show of amity, then quickly cast Speak with Animals.

“Hello?” you ask, voice coming out with a slight rasp as the spell takes effect.

The bear looks like it might be smiling. It sits on its hind legs and waves at you amicably before responding in a deep voice, "Hello there traveler – excuse me, have I encountered you before?"

“Uh, I don't believe so?” you say, unsure if you’ve met a bear at all back in Neverwinter, let alone a bear of this magnitude. It seems friendly enough though, so you continue, “But perhaps you can help me? I'm looking for a druid named Halsin.”

"Ah, I must have been mistaken. You'll have to pardon me, this old man's eyesight isn't what it used to be,” the bear says, tilting its head at you as a pair of brown eyes inspect you. A second later, the bear stands, and a flash of energy bursts forth– druidic magic, you realize belatedly. Where moments ago there stood a bear, now before you is an enormous elf, clad in brown leathers, wearing an intensely familiar face. “I am the druid Halsin. What can I do for you?"

You freeze, as if struck by a spell. Gods above, I’m meeting a memory. You know you should respond, but you can’t help but drink in his appearance, so close to that from your reveries. He seems to have garnered a few more scars, a couple more wrinkles, but otherwise appears to be every bit the imposing former-Archdruid from centuries past. You realize you’re staring, but luckily the man seems to have the patience of a tree, smiling at you pleasantly until you find words.

Clearing your throat, you try to meet his eyes, only to find that same searching look the bear had. You dart your gaze away before finally responding, “T-thank you, Halsin. I’m looking for a man you used to travel with… do you possibly know where Astarion currently is?” As you speak to a man who actually knew him, Astarion’s name sounds foreign to your lips, in your voice. You’re almost afraid that Halsin will see you for the fraud you are.

"Astarion?” he asks, and you turn back to see him staring off into the distance. “I haven't heard that name in decades, haven't seen him in almost a century. Why do you seek him?"

You expected this– after all, Astarion’s former companions wouldn’t send just anyone to his doorstep. However, now that you’re standing before the druid, you’re not sure how honest you’d like to be. So you tell a lie, one that won’t raise too much suspicion but will hopefully still warrant an answer. “I’ve heard stories about him, from your days together. I’m actually a scholar, and I wanted to ask him a few questions about his undocumented days with the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.”

He looks at you, brows furrowed ever so slightly in thought. Finally he says, “A worthy endeavor, to be sure. What about the Hero compels you?”

You hadn’t expected this. “Oh,” you say, all but admitting your surprise. Out of your depths, in unfamiliar territory, a bit of the truth slips out. “I– well. They were truly very… fascinating? And their relationship with Astarion was a bit of a mystery.”

"Ah,” the druid says, eyes crinkling in a gentle joy. “The Oak Father understands such matters well. You wouldn't be the first to try to mend his broken heart."

His response takes you aback. You recall the memory you experienced just last night, and you’re asking your next question on bated breath, “Broken heart?”

The joy never leaves his face as he looks at you, “You must not have heard– He's become somewhat of an… eccentric since the death of his love.” The word ‘eccentric’ seems to be hiding the truth of it, but you don’t have time to interject. “I'm not sure of the exact details. The last I saw of him was not long after the funeral of his old love, but his pain was plain to see. Many sought him out after that day, to try to warm his cold heart. I'm not certain if any succeeded.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, and, as if on instinct, a hand comes up to your chest to temper some of the ache. “Oh, I see,” is all you manage to say aloud. Of course, he may have another lover by now… How could I be so daft?

Halsin’s face looks at you with a deep understanding, one that unnerves you slightly. “If you still wish to seek him out, I should still be able to set you on the correct path.” He comes closer to you, and, again, you’re struck by how large this elf is. “He may yet reside in a house on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate. Do you have a map?”

You nod, pulling out the map you purchased in Baldur’s Gate, a quill, and some ink. Wordlessly, he searches the map and makes a mark on it to indicate where you must head next. “My deepest gratitude, Halsin,” you say with a slight bow. “I appreciate this more than I can say.”

He smiles at you, returning your quill and ink. "May Silvanus guide you, young elf.” Help administered, the druid starts to take a step away before continuing, “And may your soul finally find the rest it seeks, my friend."

Again the druid leaves you speechless. “What? I’m not–”

The large man chuckles. "I may have an old man’s eyesight, but I would know that spirit from here to Arvandor.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so, once again, you find yourself just staring at the man. How in the nine hells does he know who I am… was? Is it that obvious or just an old druid’s intuition?

Sensing your hesitation, he continues to speak, addressing your very soul. “I'm pleased you managed to make it back to this plane before my own time expired. I would expect no less from you, of course."

Uncomfortable at the compliments meant for someone else, your eyes fall to the ground at his feet. It was your soul but it wasn't your deeds or your tenacity. The guilt you feel spurs you to finally form words, "Mmm, thank you. I'm– I'm glad I got to meet you again as well." It's not a lie, after dreaming of him and the others, it’s like meeting a myth.

He only nods gratefully at your words, and you’re starting to believe he may know you better than you know yourself currently. That doesn’t stop him from continuing to confuse you, “If you find Astarion, be sure to remind him that the cycle of rebirth is a blessing, one that he's been lucky enough to receive.”

“I'll try my best,” you say, a bit dazed from this entire encounter, only wishing to be on your way as soon as possible. “I should go?” you hazard, taking a step back. 

“Of course,” he agrees, his perceptive brown eyes never leaving your face as you continue to retreat. When you’re about to turn tail he speaks out again, “A request if you’ll permit it: I still have some years left in me. I expect you both to come visit.”

His voice is so full of hope, its low timbre welcoming to you despite how flustered you are. Perhaps due to a lingering fondness for this man from your past-self, you find yourself agreeing easily, “You have my word. Assuming it all goes well.”

He only smiles at you warmly. “I'm sure it will.”

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Only Fair

Prologue Part I

so only the prologue relating to my ao3 version of Only Fair will be posted on tumblr (both parts) as far as I can decide right now but i hope if you do decide to keep reading on ao3 that you enjoy! of course the original rhaenyra x reader only fair will also be receiving updates but the two will diverge heavily in plot and only fair ao3 will likely be updated more frequently thank you for reading ♡

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!half-sister!oc alternate universe: A/B/O, canon divergent pronouns: she/her Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen has never been fond of the siblings forced upon her but she was willing to accept them until they were made of her former best friend. At two and twenty, having birthed her first child, she made a choice. She was going to treat them with the respect of a peer and young royalty but nothing else. They may be her father's spawn but they are not her siblings. But after years pass and her husband has fallen, she finds that not all of them are as besmirching as she had imagined. Perhaps one in particular is even quite favourable. Viserra. A sweet girl, she remembers that. Viserra... Viserra has always been kind, gentle and fierce. She had always admired her siblings and their dragons more than her books, and imagined how one day she might soar as high as Aegon does upon Sunfyre. Her brother shares everything but very rarely does he allow her flight. Though perhaps she has made an error, she does not need dreams and unfulfilling dreams, she needs to seize her own fate and she must quickly... warnings: none in this chapter that i know of other than perhaps a short discussion on child neglect dividers: saradika

Rhaenyra can still remember the day that her once-friend’s screams echoed around the Keep for not one but two twin girls in early morn. She can still remember mounting Syrax at the sounds of her cries and squeezing her eyes shut in hopes to ignore it–the same way she ignored the announcement of Alicent’s second and first pregnancy. She did not return for six weeks in favour of Dragonstone and when she returned? She avoided every leering stare and finally agreed to begin touring for a suitor. One she knew she would not take…Until she did. Viserra in contrast–which the court did often–was a sweet slip of a thing in her youth and her eldest sister did not intend to entertain her befuddled ramblings. Of course she had been, an arm always looped in her elder brother’s and her mother combing through the rough coarse curls of child's play. A coddled child and smothered in warm embraces throughout her youth. Glowing from praise as The Golden Princess. Except for perhaps the King’s. His stare was as blank as the toys she adored just as much as her father’s attention. It was the rare gem she craved, exploring the depth of a cave and more just to catch that glistening sparkle. She didn’t mind the cool disposition or forgotten namesdays, she had something better. She had her siblings and nephews at her side and the promise of a kind suitor (she particularly favoured the Tully boy who had brought her a fish the size of her arm the year prior.) And she had held onto that promise until she was ten and three namesdays passed. And instead of returning Viserra’s quizzical stares, Rhaenyra avoided her as she avoided all her siblings once two more boys were born…  

“No.” “Oh please!” Young Jacaerys whines, pounding his fist on the desk. Viserra jumps and flashes her sights to him, brows raised and warning. She is sitting within a violet armchair in the auburn library, a thick book between her hands. Instantly, the boy simmers and tucks his palms into each other and his head tilts down. “Sorry.” He mutters this time and her lips tilt at the success. Then she sighs. “High Valyrian is not something that you can place half your will into, it is a language carefully threaded and sewn like the seams of a dress. It must be perfected.” Jacaerys wrinkles his nose yet she takes no notice. “But I want to join in!” He argues, hands curling into the skirt of his aunt’s rust dress and kneeling down in front of her. It was more reminiscent of a rotting orange than that of a dress but now was not the time to insult her. She tuts. He pouts his lips and tilts his head to the side this time. “You and Aegon are always leaving me out! Oh please, oh please!” He begs like a puppy grovelling for fresh scraps. Her eyes scan over him, regret already stirring her insides. His eyes are wide and pleading. “Please?” He asks, more gentle this time. At that she hesitates. Jacaerys was a somewhat sweet boy when he wanted to be and he always brought her a new book when it entered the realms of the library, always begged for her to read it to him. Perhaps it was a puppy crush or perhaps it was simply a want for approval. That she had also noticed and if she could stop him following her brother around like a lost lamb she would. But alas he was rather convincing. So her lips pressed firmly together and she scans over his much shorter figure and then sighs. “Fine.” She relents, wincing at his grin of victory. You’d have thought he had just succeeded a boar with his bare hands. He grins impishly at her, the light of his excitement almost blinding. She was already dreading her decision. “What have the maesters taught you already?” He blinks at her and another sigh parts her lips. “Oh the Seven help me on my quest.” She murmurs quietly, snickering when his fist prods her. “Meet me on every second day and I shall try.” He nods quickly and wraps suffocating arms around her. “Kar-Karo” Jacaerys struggles, cheeks tinging pink.”Karamvose?” He tilts his head up at her and she tries to fend off her own amusement. “Kirimvose.” She corrects. “Kirimvose.” He repeats with a grin. And then she leaves. 

Her lilac eyes slowly raise in guilt, fingers shifting and tearing at the beds of her nails. A nervous girl, since she had been brought into the life of court, and a trait she was often chastised for by her Septas and grandsire. Septa Morring’s coal sights narrow and her lips thin. She carefully stiffens her posture and clenches her jaw as she awaits an answer. Panic swells in the quick pace of her breath. Viserra draws her lower lip between her teeth and bites down before she can stutter a half-hearted response. She swallows but the act is difficult under the control of her rampant thoughts. Finally she releases her lip and takes in a breath but before she can humiliate herself as much as she’s dreading, her face snaps to the side, a small voice is already speaking. “One violet, one green were both to be seen. The first female alpha since Visenya herself.” The Septa sighs but waves her hand begrudgingly and allows Viserra to seat herself again. She does so quickly. “Very good Helaena but it ‘twas not your answer to recall. You may all gather your things but do not take such haste again, young princess.” The Septa casts an impenetrable stare at young Helaena. Finally Viserra breathes and nudges her sister, muttering a “thank you” before swiftly grasping her hand and tugging her alongside their embroidery to the thick door opening. 

They both ignore as the Septa prays after the session, giggling into one another’s ear. The long winding hallways are calmer as always at this time but as Viserra catches sight of her mother and Ser Criston Cole, she beams. Viserra may not have been her mother’s favourite but she favoured her mother over anyone else in the room. It is in an instant that she drags Helaena toward them, Helaena’s smaller legs struggling more than Viserra’s but unheard over the excitement. Helaena sighs with her lips tilting. Viserra releases her sister–alongside her embroidery which skitters across the long hall–and launches forward at the knight who stumbles back. Her mother’s disapproving sigh is present as ever but they both know that she is smiling. It is specifically why Viserra did not launch herself at her mother instead. Ser Cole stiffens as always, even after all this time, and gently pats her hair down. He worries for many reasons but at the head of all of them, he worries about the pain his armour must bring her. “Your Septa again?” He asks carefully with narrowed eyes. She blinks her own soft ones up at him and it is enough to make him grimace. He nods. “I will take care of it, princess.” He has to pry her hands off him but Alicent quickly snatches them up to hold and lace her fingers with Viserra’s own. Replacing the rejection with comfort as she had done so often before. Viserra watches as his figure leaves, he is as swift as the dust of parchment and as protective as the steel he bears. “You mustn’t run off such as this.” Alicent chastises, leaning down to land warm palms on her child’s shoulders. “It is not the behaviour of a princess. Despite the tone, her voice is soft. It is what Viserra favours most about her mother. Soil eyes pierce lilac and Viserra slowly whines. Then she pouts. “My fingers hurt, needlepoint is horrible! It hurts and-and only Helaena ever likes the sigils I make! The Septas are mean and Aeggy doesn’t even hang them up in his chambers anymore, he puts them in a drawer.” Alicent sighs, perhaps the coddling has gifted upon them some petulance. “We are not owed our appreciation, young darling. You must recall that.” 

“But uncle Daemon said–!” “I do not care what your beloved heathen said, I am your mother!” The Queen snaps, gone is the doting parent. Viserra blinks in shock before leaning back and softening her previously wrinkled nose. Alicent sighs, pinching the bridge of her own. She opens her eyes and smiles tightly. That familiar shame wraps her in a scratchy blanket. Alicent thins her lips. “Now, have you seen your brothers? They should have been back from their studies by now for luncheon.” Viserra shakes her head. She pauses for a moment then her brows pinch. “Have you seen your nephews?” The words are tentative this time, almost frightened for the answer. Her fingers dig into Viserra’s gown. Again Viserra shakes her head. It’s quick that a needle sharp lump thickens in the Queen’s throat. “Right…” She murmurs, her thoughts skip over her brain, desperate to be the one she voices. THe Queen looks to Helaena firmly. “Go and take your sister into your chambers, teach her your embroidery.” While the elder grimaces, Helaena smiles. She receives a dark look and huffs, folding her arms. She nods, suddenly remembering why she stopped asking where her fish went. Her palm is grasped with trepidation but still Helaena’s gentle fingers tug at her. “The small and the elder refuse to fly.” The younger princess murmurs with that same dreamy expression that her sister loves so dearly. 

“Sweet Laena,” Rhaenyra smiles warm as a winter fire at her supposed sister-in-law. The relationship between them had always been odd but never in a bad way. Things tend to tense within the blur of two alpha claims…and having to hide that claim. Laena’s dark eyes flitter up at her from beneath coal lashes. She smirks. “Good sister,” Laena returns in a quick beam. “I am glad to see you, I apologise for it being so long since the last of our…meetings. I have missed you.” Rhaenyra’s violet eyes drift to cast over the familiar broach encircling snowy coils. A twitch signals her lips. Her fingers caress it. “So it has but we are both with child, it is to be expected. I might say that Pentos is rather beautiful at such an hour,” The lilt of her voice lands to blanket atop them. Discretion is not her priority, Laena's softening figure and closing eyes are. A chuckle drips between the heir’s brash lips. “Is Vhagar doing well here?” She asks, hand moving to cup the other woman’s swollen stomach. Laena smiles and flutters her eyes open, mischief lacing them. “As much as a dragon can. She has grown restless at her lack of flight, I must confess.” “Ah,” Rhaenyra nods. “Syrax is the same while I am with child. You would think I had passed onto the next world rather than being under that condition. I am rather relieved that she was gentle when she met Luke. I was almost fearful she would blame him for my predicament.” A chuckle passes between them. “They are fierce creatures, not of our hand nor of our whims.” “Hm,” Rhaenyra wrinkles her nose. “I believe so, as does my father.” Laena bristles slightly but not for long. She looks down at her feet. “Daemon has missed you.” She comments, nerves weaselling through her teeth. A bitter taste swells on both their tongues. “Hm,” Rhaenyra nods, irritation spurring. “Well, he can only blame himself.” Laena sighs involuntarily. “You know his words do not connect with his mind,” She argues in vain. Rhaenyra grimaces. “And you know that he is a childish man grown and capable of handling his own consequences.” Rhaenyra thins her lips. “Nevermind this talk, how are little Baela and Rhaena?” “They want a brother,” The younger one smiled tightly. “Though they wish they do not have to see me in this state.” “It shall pass,” Rhaenyra assures, squeezing her hand. “I promise this to you. It will pass and you shall bring your babes onto Driftmark soil, delight in the pleasures of Dragonstone and wherever else you might wish.” 

“Daemon is not quite acquitted by such thoughts.” “Then he needn’t come.” Rhaenyra snips, a bitterness lying upon her tongue. “He is my husband.” Laena announces in frustration. Rhaenyra pauses and lets a silence pass before she nods. “Yes…I apologise for my misgivings.” Her tone is sharp but her eyes are kind. Gentle. Conflict was not new in their relationship. Fierce dragons rarely settle for compromising thoughts. Laena’s eyes track her lover’s form. She could not pretend that the childlike behaviour Rhaenyra complained over resided in her own blood. It could be rather amusing. Rhaenyra grimaces and roams her own bump, rubbing it gently. Rhaenyra takes a step forward and cups her omega’s face, rolling her thumb over her cheek. “We will see one another again.” Laena confirms with a sigh. “After the babe has come.” A frown settles across Rhaenyra’s brow. She scoffs. “You do not expect me to leave you in this state, surely–” Laena holds up a palm. “We do not need further rumours.” Rhaenyra’s jaw drops. “We are Valyrians, Targaryens, we have conquered both the sky and land. What are rumours worth if they cannot harm us.” Laena’s eyes narrow on her sternly. “We both know that they will tarnish your claim. They already suspect that your boys are not Laenor’s, we do not need them to suspect they one in your womb is of Daemon’s seed.” “Daemon is not even here–” “But he will be. Leave.” Rhaenyra sighs at the command. “I do not wish to cause you stress.” She utters dejectedly. At the first calm words leaving her lips, Laena reaches to grasp both her princess’ hands and squeeze them. “Then leave us. Return home, return to the Red Keep and I will await your letters.” Her lilting voice summons both restraint and power. Rhaenyra had always been the more impulsive of them both. Fire mingles her veins stronger than Laena’s of sea salt. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes flash down at newly joined hands and she nods slowly. Again her eyes flicker up at Laena’s. She doesn’t have to apologise because the words ring in both of their ears. Both of their hearts swell in anxiety and warmth. Both of their stomachs twist at the thought of her leaving. 

But it must be done.

It isn’t with especially good solace the next night that Viserra’s fingers thread through Aemond’s hair, securing a braid at the back as he quietly seethes. “I will have a dragon.” He grunts to which her hands still. “I know.” She coos gently, it is no secret that her brother is not fond of their nephews nor their teasing. Or Aegon’s for that matter. “Have…” She hesitates, tucking her lower lip between pearl teeth. Aemond’s eyes flit up at her, his head resting in her lap as she arranges the braids to entwine with each other. “Have what?” He prompts. “Have you considered claiming one?” Silence swarms and suddenly she feels the need to rectify herself. “Not yet of course but…well father claimed Balerion after he presented.” Nerves tighten her muscles and anxiety creeps up her throat in the form of acid. At the mention of their father, the tension grows thick and regret seeps into her gut. “Perhaps...” He murmurs in thought, eyes slowly tracking to the ceiling. “Might you as well? Claim a dragon?” “He was ten and six, that is a mere three years from I, and Aegon claimed Sunfyre just one summer ago.” Viserra continues, fingers stalling in his hair. Aemond grimaces. “That is too long! You do not understand that they tease me more than they do you.” He pouts, his brows furrowing as he does so. “Then they shall regret it once we have grown.” She dismisses with the ease of denying a second cup. “And all shall envy you instead.” His lip twitches upward but he stalls. “Why did his hatch?” He then asks quietly. Viserra’s brows slowly knit together. “Who?” “Daeron’s.” Silence hangs with the weight of a curtain. “Do our ancestors think us so unworthy that they would gift him such genes but not us too? What makes him different?” Hesitation covered her like a cup to a spider. She squirms slightly which must have clued Aemond further for he did not vent further. He merely lets out a huff. 

She taps his cheek and shimmies so that he has to lift his back. He frowns as his eyes flicker to hers, twisting himself to face her. She lands each hand on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “You are fierce.” She begins, attracting a furrowed brow. “You are valiant. I can feel it in our blood. You have the essence of every great Targaryen and someday you shall be celebrated as such.” Heat swells in her brother’s cheeks, resembling the raucous flames of Caraxes himself and he grins up at her. “I shall present and prove myself to you and to–” He vows which she is quick to protest, jutting a pointed finger to his chest. “No. You shall prove nothing to anyone, it will only lead to your downfall.” She knows he is not listening when he bites his lip, the give-away to when he is lying despite not utterances. An owl sounds from behind them out the window and they both glance into the blackened sky while it twinkles like a blanket strewn with a thousand diamond pieces. A bird soars through the darkness. “That shall be us one day.” Aemond states boldly. “And we shall be greater than any other dragonlord, to that I swear you.” A smile warms across Viserra’s face. “I can already see it.” She murmurs softly, arm looping with his. “You shall be the greatest alpha anyone has ever seen. There shall never be a tourney that you cannot conquer as your own. No battle that you cannot bring to your own mercy.” 

[mintspidey]

i can't quit you - rayrard

summary: Gerard Way can't quit Ray Toro, or Rayrard drabble.

warnings: ray toro/gerard way. smut. they r buddies who fuck. enjoy :)

Ray has always had a soft spot for Gerard. Ever since they met, Ray would listen intently as Gerard spoke about his ambitions, his art, the new video game that has him so amped up and inspired for their next record. He never said no to him.

Because Gerard was logical and practical and kind of crazy and really pretty, but he would try his best not to be obvious about his feelings. Like when the raven-haired boy sat on his lap in the dressing room, and Ray had to pretend like his heart didn't just do a million summersaults at the mere scent of the gummy-smiled lead singer so close to him. He would play around him with, pretending like he wanted Gerard to get off his lap already, but he never meant it.

And Gerard knew it.

Sure, Gerard and Frank acted out in public the most, kissing on stage, groping and humping each other's faces in front of an audience. But that was the extent of it. If you don't count that one time in London.

And Ray knew. He wasn't blind. He knew Gerard was free spirited and never really held it against him. So, when he would walk in on Frank kissing the older one pinned against the wall, fingers threading sweaty hair after-show, he would simply smile and act like nothing happened, and the other two adjusted to his rhythm.

The sheer normalcy of Ray's attitude freaked Frank out a bit and Ray rarely ever encountered them locking lips again. He would be lying if he said that that had been his intention since the beginning, but it was certainly a plus.

Gerard would come back from hanging out with Bert and be littered with hickeys, and Ray would high-five him on "scoring," completely unbothered.

Because Gerard always came back to him.

It started a year after the release of their first record. Mikey and Frank were out of the tour bus, leaving the two eldest members of the band to entertain each other on the tour bus. Ray was on the black vinyl couch strumming along his guitar, practicing riffs and rehearsing chords, occasionally being interrupted by Gerard’s breathy exhales of boredom as he shut the comic, he was reading for the fifth time that tour and slammed it on the table.

Ray didn't flinch, he stayed focused on his instrument, purposely ignoring the hyper ball of energy lying down on the couch in front of him.

"Ray."

"Hmm?"

"Rayyyy"

"Yes, Gerard?"

"Toroooo"

Ray gave in and looked at him, unamused.

"Do you wanna make-out?"

Ray waved him off, ignoring that his heartbeat had picked up speed and continued playing, thinking Gerard was just playing around, "Yeah, and later you can suck my dick too, buddy."

Gerard took it as a challenge, unbeknownst to Ray.

So later, when Gerard sat a couple inches away from the guitarist on the noisy fabric of the couch, thighs touching as they binged the star-wars prequels, he got an idea.

Ray had leaned all the way back, knees split apart, large thighs on display, and his small waist accentuated by the ridden up tight black shirt he wore for the third time that week. Curls distributed beautifully and framing his face, soft lips resting peacefully, parting to exhale occasionally.

Gerard had lost focus from the movie a long time ago. He moved closer to Ray, thighs fully in contact, hoping Ray wouldn't notice.

And he didn't, too invested in the screen with spaceships and aliens and robots, and Gerard wanted to scream because Ray was perfect.

Gerard took the opportunity of resting his hand on Ray's thigh after seemingly "Laughing so hard he had to hit his leg repeatedly," and then Ray noticed.

"Gee... What do you think you're doing?" He wasn't upset. He wasn't mad. Just extremely curious. His heart was now in the roof of his mouth, ears hot and ringing.

"Nothing! Just watching the movie, like you are"

"And that requires your hand on my thigh?"

"Anakin is scary in this one, I need moral support."

"From my thigh?"

Gerard rolled his eyes and faced Ray, repositioning himself on the tour bus's lightweight couch.

"I’m fucking pent up man, I haven't fucked in months, and your tight little shirts have been giving me blue balls."

"What the fuck, Gee? You were serious earlier?"

"Yes! Oh my god, you idiot."

"Since when have you-"

"Does it matter?" Was all Gerard had to say before Ray pulled him in, breathing in heavily, like he had just quenched his thirst after centuries. Dancing tongues, clacking teeth, and unchoreographed hands fisting each other clothes had turned the heat up in the tiny tour bus. Ray had pushed Gerard on his back and nudged his knee between Gerard’s legs and grazed his bulge, eliciting the whiniest noise he had heard from Gerard yet, and that was saying a lot.

Gerard was lost in the warmth of Ray's soft lips, not being able to stop kissing him like he would somehow disappear if he did. Ray's hair poked his forehead at first but that barely mattered when he kissed that one spot on Gerard’s neck that he had noticed Gerard was sensitive about since that one-time frank had touched the singer on stage and witnessed his body arch into his touch.

Oh, Ray was extremely observant.

Ever since then, Gerard crawled back to Ray no matter who he sucked off or made out with in dirty bathrooms.

Gerard would spend hours on his knees licking and kissing and sucking Ray off when they were alone, loving the way he would be handled by the guitarist. Nimble fingers scratching the back of Gerard’s head, praises like "That's a good boy," or "You're so good to me," making Gerard cream his pants without much help from Ray.

If Gerard whined and pleaded enough, just a regular part of their routine, Ray would let him sit on his cock and milk himself till he split apart and eventually fell on the taller's chest, gasping and panting like a bitch in heat.

Ray enjoyed the attention of course, acting like he couldn't care less and that he was doing Gerard a favor by letting him get off on his dick, but he would be half hard the minute their lips touched.

Gerard would climb into his bunk late at night, back facing him like all he wanted to do was be spooned to sleep, and Ray, the first time this happened, happened to go to sleep commando in his sweatpants. Needless to say, he had to bite down on the smaller's shoulder from grunting at the friction of his clothed dick pressing up against Gerard’s ass as he pretended to be clueless about the things he made Ray feel.

The fans would often 'ship' frank with Gerard and they had every reason to, but the reason there was heat on stage is because backstage Frank and Gerard acted like friends at best.

Ray had Gerard cock-drunk, gagging around him, pretty pink lips contracting as he tried to fit in more and more of the older man, like he was trying to prove himself. And Ray would hum lowly, hips bucking and hitting the back of Gerard’s throat, making him choke before pulling him off by his hair, revealing his throbbing dick coated in Gerard’s saliva, the tip of his cock connected to his bottom lip with a translucent white string.

"You did so good, Gee," Ray would announce, pulling the younger one in by his collar to taste himself, almost like he wanted to breathe him in. "why don't you let me-"

"You have a problem with blowing your load down my throat, Toro?"

"Well n-"

"Then let me do it. You're welcome," Gerard would quip, like rising on his feet from the vulnerable position he was once in on his knees somehow made him switch back to the bratty piece of shit he was.

And Ray liked it.

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Pevensie Headcanon pt.2

• They all have super fast reflexes -they forget that it’s not normal to have super fast reflexes until they go back to England, back to a mother they barely even remember- (It was sunny day which meant that Pevensie siblings were outside doing their own things, Susan reading perched on a tree branch -it almost sent her mother into a heart attack when she saw her eldest daughter act so unlady like climbing that tree with such ease that it makes her question what had happened in the countryside? Why was her usually posed daughter climbing trees? Something stops her from scolding her eldest daughter when she gazed upon her because in those bright blue eyes of her daughter there is something wild, something that makes her feel inadequate to be in her presence- Lucy drawing, leaning against the same tree that Susan is perched on and the boys were playing one-on-one football (soccer). Edmund had miscalculated his kick and had the ball flying in Susan’s direction in full speed before Helen could warn her daughter, Susan had already caught the ball tossing it back to boys without even glancing up from her book though there was a slight annoyance on her face as she tells her brothers to be more careful which the boys replied back with a sheepish apology. Helen ended up screaming which caught the siblings’ attentions. She doesn’t notice the way her sons’ hand goes to their hips as if reaching for something that’s not there nor does she see the way her eldest daughter reaches for something at her back and her left arm slightly clench as if holding something nor does she sees her youngest also reaches at her hip for something.

“ Mother? What’s wrong?” Peter ask, his eyes surveying the area for danger. Susan does the same from above.

“ Nothing dear, it’s just what your sister did. She shouldn’t have been able to catch that ball at all,” Helen replies to her son’s question. She watches the confusion take place in her children’s features as they share a look. A little secret that she’s excluded from.

“ What do you mean, mother?” Edmund asks. He watches her face to see what would be best to soothe his mother’s mind and what would be best answer to protect their secret. It hadn’t occurred to them that their reflexes were a bit abnormal, so used to it that it’s not something they think about.

“ Susan had caught a ball, she shouldn’t have been able to catch especially without even looking up from her book, it’s not normal,” Helen tells him. She knew that her children had changed from their stay at the countryside and she had tried to ignore it, telling herself that it’s normal that the war would change children but her children have changed in way not even war can cause.

“ Adrenaline, mother,” Susan tells her. “ I saw the ball from the corner of my eyes and adrenaline had kicked in to catch the ball to save myself from falling from the tree.” It’s velvet voice of her daughter that makes it sound so honest, so believable but there’s a whisper in her mind telling her that it’s a lie. But how can her daughter be lying? Her voice was true and steady unlike when Susan would try to lie, it becomes shaky and stuttering.

• They have a 6th sense of knowing the others are in danger or in trouble (it comes to them as a tingling sensation or every part of them buzzes ablaze) and be able to find them wherever they are (like a pull leading them to where their siblings are)

• They have a physic connection-that surprises them the most, to be all of a sudden be able to feel each other’s pain (physically) and emotions- their crowns help put a barrier between their own emotions and their siblings and then they eventually learned how to create a mental barrier between one another without the help of the crowns (they don’t let anyone learn of that connection knowing that their enemies would exploit it

• They all go to each other for different things: They’d go to Susan for comfort, Peter for protection, Lucy for hope, and Edmund for fun

• Lucy steals all of her siblings clothes and prefers them over hers because it brings her a sense of comfort and security

• Susan when in battle prefers to be in men’s clothing style (shirt and pant) so she has an entire chest of clothing for archery/battle (she finds it easier to move around in when fighting) she also has her own cuirass -leather chest armor- while she can fight in dresses, she does find it restricting when fighting

• Lucy like Susan also has her own cuirass (said that if Susan gets to have one, she wants one too plus she’s the one who joins her brothers on the field so it only makes sense that she gets her own armor as well)

• They can telepathic communicate with each other - a very convenient ability on the battlefield- (They discover this when all of them are all scattered all over. Lucy in Cair Paravel, Edmund in Calormen, Susan in Anvard, and Peter in Ettinsmoor. It had been Susan to first realize that she wasn’t going crazy when she suddenly heard her siblings, she heard them in her mind and it took a minute to realize that she had started talking to herself -she hadn’t been, she was talking with her siblings- and it’s one of her guards who asks if she’s alright and who was she talking to. And suddenly she feels overwhelmed with all the voices in her head, realizing that her siblings had also realized their sudden ability to communicate with each other telepathically)

• They all have eidetic and photographic memory which they hadn’t realize that it was unique until they returned to England (it’s their mother who points it out when Edmund recites an entire page of a book she has been reading -Edmund and Susan had already read every book in their house- and she had asked Edmund how he was able to recite the whole thing word for word without looking at the book. He had shrugged his shoulders saying that he just knew. It didn’t occur to the Pevensie siblings that being able to recall everything with precision isn’t something normal. They had always had good memories but being in Narnia had only heighten those skills just like with their senses)

• They’re all good swimmers (it’s a given since they live next to the beach so they’d go swimming everyday and they were taught by mermaids)

• Susan and Peter prefer sleeping with the moonlight shining through their rooms while Edmund and Lucy prefer to sleep in the dark, it reflects their titles (Peter had the Northern Sky and Susan had the Southern Sun -light- while Edmund has the Western Woods and Lucy had the Eastern Sea -dark-)

• Lucy is the best dancer out of her siblings, Susan coming in second, Edmund in third, and Peter dead last. Peter is such a klutz when dancing which is hilarious because he’s great on the battlefield and fighting is a type of dance (he once nearly dropped a lady from a neighboring kingdom, his siblings never let him forget it, always teasing him about it)

• Lucy prefers to go to Susan for cuddles. She gives the best cuddles and snuggles in the world, she likes the way Susan smells like flowers and lavender, like home (Narnia)

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A/N: Hi! I'm not dead!

Yeah, life got hard there for a bit, but I have not abandoned you. I'm not promising regular updates just yet, but I am writing again and hope to get back up and running. Hope you like this slightly shorter chapter, but it gets us to where we're going!

Ch. 29:

Preparations took on a frantic speed as Edwina and Lord Morrison’s wedding approached.  Kate was dragged into meetings at the palace and trips to the modiste as her sister’s wedding began to almost take on a life of its own.

The only bright spot was the ring she now openly wore on her finger.  She would find herself staring at it, completely enraptured by the way the light played across the stones.  She often had to force herself to look away as the ring Anthony’s father had given his mother caught her in its spell.  Once, Mary had caught her in a moment of enrapture and had burst into tears, alarming Kate greatly until she calmed enough to explain that she was just so happy for her eldest daughter that she almost couldn’t stand it. 

It had taken ages for both of them to calm down.

Kate sighed as she snuck out of the parlor where an intense conversation about flowers was taking place and she found herself in the peaceful silence of the gardens.  One more minute in that room and she would have started screaming.

“Once we’re done with this spectacle, it will be your turn.”

She turned to find Lady Danbury had followed her out.

“Yes, but mine will not include opinions from the Queen of England, which is a fact I am eternally grateful for,” She told the older woman with a smirk.

“I think you’re underestimating Her Majesty’s interest in the Bridgerton family,” Lady Danbury cautioned her.  “But her opinions will most likely be more subtle at least.”

She linked her arm with Kate’s, and they headed down the path.

“Have you found a dress maker yet?” she asked the younger woman and she shook her head with a sigh.

At Anthony’s urging, Kate had begun considering what parts of the Indian traditions she had grown up with to incorporate into an English ceremony and she had decided she wanted to wear a sari.  She hoped to commission one that would resemble the one her Amma had worn at her wedding and Kate had been forced to sell to help fund their trip to England, but finding a dressmaker in London that could handle such an order had proved difficult.

“Well, we have time,” the matron assured her.  “In the meantime, we need to speak of your sister.”

It took all of Kate’s self-control to only sigh and not groan.

“We cannot allow it to seem like you two are at odds,” Lady Danbury continued, ignoring Kate’s sigh.  “Your sister’s refusal to speak to your fiancé lends itself to rumor and inuendo.”

“I do not know what you expect me to do.” Kate replied, annoyance creeping into her voice.  “Clearly Edwina no longer cares for my counsel.”

“Be that as it may, this wedding must go off without a hitch.  The Queen has been quite forgiving with your mama, but I would not trust in her largesse a second time.”

Kate nodded and they continued their walk in silence for a time.

“How go your lessons with Lady Bridgerton?” Lady Danbury inquired and Kate smiled brightly.

Violet, as she insisted on being called, had invited her for tea several times now to begin teaching her the duties she would need to perform when she took her place as Lady Bridgeton at Anthony’s side.

Lady Bridgerton.  She would be Anthony’s wife in just a few short months.

She couldn’t help the smile that always broke across her face when the thought crossed her mind, but she quickly schooled her features this time as Lady Danbury raised her eyebrow.

“Well,” she replied, “there is much I need to learn, but Lady Bridgerton is an excellent teacher.  I am sure she will bring me up to snuff.”

“I have absolute faith that you will do very well in your new role,” the matron told her confidently.  “I have scarcely seen a woman more well suited to the role of Viscountess, even amongst the Ton who should be raised to handle it.”

Kate blushed at Lady Danbury’s praise and they fell once more into companiable silence.

“Kate!”

This time she did groan as she stopped to wait for her sister and Lord Morrison caught up with them.

“Kate, the Earl is taking us to a play tonight!” her sister announced as they joined the two women.  “Isn’t that lovely?”

“It is, Bon,” Kate replied with forced patience.  “Unfortunately, I will not be able to join you.  I am already promised at Hastings House tonight for dinner.”

“Surely the Brigertons can spare you for one evening?” Edwina said, annoyance clear in her voice. 

“One should keep one’s engagements as often as they can.” Lady Danbury interjected blandly.  “And Her Grace is not known for her patience in being snubbed.  Your sister is doing the proper thing to ensure her future familial harmony.”

“My sister is always quite proper,” Edwina said in the same tone, making Kate glare at her, which she ignored.  “Very well.  Enjoy your dinner, Didi.”

She and Morrison continued on and Lady Danbury linked her arm with Kate’s once more.

“One more week,” she told her under her breath, “and then it is your turn.”

Kate signed and nodded, letting her lead her down the path once more.

~.~

Kate was genuinely surprised when Edwina agreed to her mother's suggestion that the three of them hold a Haldi ceremony the night before the wedding.  Her sister had seemed so utterly uninterested in including any of her father's Indian heritage that her easy acceptance was shocking, but Kate chose to capitalize on her acquiescence and quickly gathered the supplies they would need.

For a while, it was as if nothing had changed between the two sisters as they went through the ritual.  They laughed and joked and teased just like they had when they were children in Bombay and for the first time in months, Kate felt like her sister was truly her sister again.

There was a lull in the conversation as Mary and Kate spread the turmeric paste across Edwina's arms.

"Are you happy, Bon?" Kate found herself asking softly.

"Of course, I am, Didi!" her sister responded instantly.  "I am going to be a countess!"

"But do you love Lord Morrison?" her sister pressed.  "Does he love you?"

"He is marrying me, knowing I have no dowry, Kate," Edwina said, annoyance creeping into her voice.  "Surely this means he esteems me.  All will be well."

Kate nodded, backing off.  Anthony didn't want anyone to know where Edwina's dowry came from, fearing how it would look before they were married.  Edwina would know after the wedding and everything would be fine again.  She would have her wish to marry as she thought a Diamond should, and she would be happy.

Kate had to hold to that hope.

"How did you know you Appa, mama?" Edwina asked suddenly, surprising Mary.

"I suppose I knew when I saw the way he looked at me," she replied slowly, both girls listening to her with rapt attention.  "But it was more how the world went quiet when I was with him.  The way his soul seemed to dance with mine, the way we settled into each other until there was no place to hide, nor any desire to do so.  It was the moment I realized I was willing to give up everything just to stay with him, that was when I knew."

Kate couldn't help but think of Anthony, of the way the world went quiet during their stolen moments in the woods, when he simply held her in his arms.  The way dancing with him was as easy as breathing.  She had abandoned every plan for the future she had ever made for him, knowing that the life she would have with him would be far greater than any she had ever dreamed of alone. 

She realized she had stopped coating her sister as her mind had wandered and she shook herself, glancing at her sister to find her deep in thought.

"Bon?"

Edwina started and seemed to give herself a shake.

"That is just how I feel with Lord Morrison," she told them brightly.  "I think I am to be very happy with him."

Kate decided to let that go.

~.~

The morning of the wedding dawned bright and chaotic.  As Kate came to consciousness, she could hear the dulcet tones of her sister, yelling on the other side of the house, and she fought the urge to burrow into her blankets and refuse to come out.

It was going to be a long day.

There was a knock at the door and Kate lifted the blanket off her head with a groan before calling for her maid to enter.

“This arrived for you this morning, Miss.”

The young girl set a large bouquet of orange and pink tulips on the table and Kate crawled out of bet to pluck the note out as the girl began readying the room for the day.

Next time, it will be our turn. I’ll see you in a few hours. A. Bridgerton

Kate smiled and set the note next to her bed.

“Kate, are you still abed?!”

Kate looked up at her sister, who was glaring at her from the doorway. 

“We will be leaving for the palace shortly and you’re still not ready!” her sister shouted, making Kate wince.

“I was just admiring my flowers, Bon,” she told her soothingly.  “I will be ready shortly, don’t worry.”

Edwina glanced at the flowers with a sniff before striding out of the room.  A moment later, Mary took her place.

“This is going to be one of those days where everyone accosts me in my room before I can even dress, isn’t it?” Kate asked dryly.

“You should be used to it by now.” Mary shot back, but her smile took the sting out of her words.  “We are running behind, though, so do make haste.”

“Yes, mama.” Kate agreed easily.  “I will be ready as fast as I can be.”

Mary left and Kate quickly began getting ready.  Within the hour, the bridal party was packed up and on their way to the palace where they final preparations for the day would take place.  When they arrived, they were quickly bundled off to the rooms that would be theirs for the day and introduced to the veritable army of servants who would be helping them.  Lady Danbury was quickly called to the Queen’s side and the Sharma women worked to dress and primp Edwina.

As Mary helped Edwina slip on her dress, Kate routed around in the various chests they had brought with them, looking for a specific item.  She finally located it as Edwina wandered over to her side of the room.

“Didi, what are those?” she asked, looking over Kate’s shoulder at the bangles in her hands.  “I don’t think I’ve seen those before.”

“They were my mother’s,” Kate told her.  “I brought them with us from home.  I had faith that this Season would be a success.”

“They are very beautiful,” Edwina said shortly.  “I’m sure they’ll look lovely at your wedding.”

Kate sighed and stood up, turning to take her sister’s hands in hers.

“I want you to wear them.”

Edwina stared at her.

“I know things have been…difficult between us lately,” Kate continued.  “but you are my sister and I love you and all I have wanted was for you to be happy.  If you believe this is the path that will lead you to your greatest happy than I will celebrate it as a blessing, just as I hope you will do the same for me.  So,” she pressed the bangles into her hands, “wear these as a sign of my blessing and know that I wish you every happiness in the world.”

Edwina stared at the bracelets, her eyes bright.

“I know you only want what’s best for me, Kate,” she said softly.  “I couldn’t ask for a better sister…” she shook her head, “but these were your Amma’s.  You should wear them.”  She pressed the bangles back into Kate’s hands.  “I know the Earl is not the one you would have picked for me, but I am glad you can put that aside and try to be happy for me.”

Kate wrapped her sister in a hug.

“All I have ever cared about is your happiness, Bon,” she whispered.  “That is all I have ever wanted.”

Edwina pulled away, taking Kate’s hand and slipping the bangles onto her wrist.

“I am happy, Didi,” she told her.  “I am marrying an Earl and I will be a countess.  What reason would I ever have to be unhappy?”

With a bright smile, Edwina turned away to continue her preparations and Kate sighed, playing with the bracelet on her wrist.  Finally, she turned back to her own preparations, sending out a small prayer that all would be as her sister believed and not as her gut told her it would be.

~.~

Anthony came down the stairs at Bridgerton House to find utter chaos.  He grabbed the back of Gregory’s coat as he ran past and plucked Hyacinth’s ribbon out of his hand.

“I was doing her a service,” his youngest brother grumbled as Hyacinth took the ribbon back from Anthony and stuck her tongue out at Gregory.

“Please try to remember that we have spent a considerable amount of time teaching you how to behave as upstanding members of this family, at least in public,” he told them with a sigh, releasing Gregory.

His two youngest siblings nodded solemnly for a second before Hyacinth kicked Gregory in the shin and they were off again.

“It’s adorable you thought that would work,” Daphne said, reaching up to press a kiss to Anthony’s cheek.  “Best to just them run themselves out and pray that they mature a little bit in the months we have left before your wedding to Kate.”

“That’s not encouraging, sister dear,” he said, returning her kiss.  “Where is your lout of a husband?  Kate will be annoyed if we’re not all there to support Miss Edwina.”

“He is already attending Lady Danbury,” she replied.  “He’s promised to check on Kate and will join us at the chapel.”  She was distracted by a moan from Colin, who was laying on a bench as Benedict grinned at him.  “What is wrong with him?”

“I do not care as long as Benedict undoes it.” Violet said as she joined them.  “This day is important to your future sister and you will behave.”

The last part was said at an increased volume that made Colin moan again and Benedict attempt and fail to look contrite.

“Yes, mother.” Her sons agreed easily.

She purposely turned away as her second born handed her third born a flask.

“How is Kate?” she asked, addressing her first born.

“Well, as far as I know.” He replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek in thanks. 

“It will be your turn next,” she told him, straightening his tie with misty eyes.  “Kathani will be such a lovely bride.”

“I quite agree,” he said, taking her hands in his and lowering them away from his neck.  “Though I know we both desire a…less ostentatious event when it is our turn.”

“A simple wedding in Kent,” his mother agreed easily.  “Well, as simple as the wedding of a Viscount from his ancestral seat to a woman who shares blood with a Maharaja can be.”

“So, not simple at all?” Benedict quipped, taking his flask back from Colin.  “Given that Queen with definitely be in attendance?”

His mother reached behind herself to swat at him.

“We’ll discuss the plans and see what we can do as soon as Miss Edwina is happily married.” She assured her eldest.  “Now, we should go.  I’m sure Kate would like you nearby.”

Daphne, Benedict, and Colin all snickered at their mother’s carefully bland face and Anthony glared at all of them.

“I am disinheriting all of you.”

His siblings just ignored him.

~.~

Kate snuck out of the dressing room and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall.

“Yours will probably be worse, you know.”

She cracked an eye open to glare at Simon.

“I am considering dragging Anthony to Gretna Green just to avoid it,” she told him crossly.

“I do not think it would take much to convince him,” he told her, leaning against the wall next to her.  “But I believe your mama, my saintly godmother, and my current, your future, mother-in-law would ban together to murder you both, which would, in turn, upset my wife.”

“God-forbid.” Kate said dryly.

“Exactly,” Simon agreed with a laugh.  “So, for the sake of our family, I implore you to grin and bare what ever they throw at you.”

“Fine,” she huffed, fighting off a smile of her own.  “Speaking of, where is your lovely wife?”

“She’s coming with the rest of the clan,” he replied.  “I have arrived early to lend my support to Lady Danbury.”

“And yet you are here with me, hiding in a side corridor,” she teased.  “Hiding from the Queen, are we?”

“Oh, indubitably.” He agreed easily.  “I think she is still slightly miffed that I married Daphne, stealing her away from her royal nephew.”

“I wish I had been here last Season.  It sounds like it was fascinating.”

“I am very glad you weren’t,” Simon replied seriously.  “I did not behave as a gentleman should and I would rather have your respect.”

“You have it,” she assured him with a soft smile.  “I am quite looking forward to calling you brother.”

“And I calling you sister.” He cleared his throat.  “How is your sister?”

“Perfectly content to be standing in the light and excited to be the next Countess Morrison,” Kate replied with a sigh.

“You still disapprove?”

Kate shrugged.

“My opinion does not matter, which has been made clear to me.  She believes this is the path that will bring her the most happiness, so I must trust her judgment.”

“You can’t protect her forever.”

She smiled sadly.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I want to.”

“You and Anthony really are perfect for each other.”  Kate laughed and he reached out to squeeze her arm.  “You are a good sister, Kate.  I don’t have any practical experience with siblings, but I have spent enough time around Anthony to know what a good one looks like.  You are a good one.”

Kate smiled up at him, her eyes bright.

“Thank you, Simon.”

The Duke squeezed her arm once more before letting go.

“There you are.” They both turned to find Lady Danbury striding towards them.  “Miss Edwina is demanding your presence, Miss Sharma, so make haste.  And you, good sir, will come with me to distract Her Majesty.”

“Of course, my Lady.” Simon replied dryly, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“You are lucky I adore your son, Your Grace.” She told him, refusing to be mollified.  “Get on your way.  I will follow shortly.”

Simon bowed to the ladies and took his leave.  Lady Danbury took a moment to look over Kate critically before allowing her face to soften.

“Have courage, Miss Sharma,” she told Kate softly.  “Just a few more hours and you will be free.”

With that, she turned and left Kate alone, wondering if she was referring to freedom from her wedding duties or freedom from Edwina.

~.~

Kate spotted some of the Bridgertons on the grounds from the window of Edwina’s dressing room and wished she could join them, but Edwina was ready and all there was to wait for the service to begin.

“Kate.”

She turned to see her sister holding her veil out to her.  On her head sat the Morrison Family coronet and Kate took the veil to attach to it as Edwina turned around.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

They two sisters turned to see Mary in the doorway.

“You look so lovely, Edwina,” she told her tearily.  “You both do.”

She spotted Kate’s bangles and her smile grew brighter.  “I hope you plan on wearing those at your wedding in a few months.  I’m sure your Amma would be just as happy for you as I am.”

“Is everything ready?” Edwina asked her, bring her attention back to her younger daughter.

“It is,” she told her.  “Are you ready?”

“I am.”

She walked over and took Mary’s arm, allowing her to lead her out as Kate followed behind.

“Let’s give the ton a wedding to remember and show them who we truly are.” Mary said, kissing Edwina’s cheek as they reached the chapel doors.

“Let’s,” her daughter agreed.

Kate smiled brightly at her sister as the music began and she began her trek down the aisle.  As she neared the front, she spotted the Bridgertons seated in the first few pews.  Anthony caught her eye, lifting his eyebrow and making her smile brightly.  She let out a small giggle as Benedict elbowed his older brother, making Anthony glare at him as she reached the altar.  She quickly schooled her features, nodding to the Earl, before taking her place.  She caught Anthony’s eye again and he gave her an encouraging smile.

The music changed and the congregation rose as every eye went to the back of the chapel.  Edwina glided down the aisle serenely on her mother’s arm, looking the perfect vision of a happy bride.  Finally, she joined them at the altar and Kate took a deep breath.

“Miss Edwina, you look lovely.” Morrison murmured, making her smile beautifully.

“Thank you, my Lord,” she demurred.  “I am happy you are pleased.”

“Please be seated,” the Archbishop began.  “Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God…”

Kate let her mind wander as she played with her bangle.  Her gaze moved across the congregation before landing on Anthony and she couldn’t help but imagine what their wedding would be like in a few months.  Would he wear the morning suit traditional to an English lord, or could she convince him to wear a sherwani to match her sari?  Either way, he would be the most handsome groom she had ever seen, she was sure.

Anthony caught her watching him as her fingernail caught in the clasp of one of the bangles and, before she could stop it, the bracelet slipped off her wrist.  She watched in horror and embarrassment as it hit the ground loudly, bouncing down the steps and rolling across the floor until it came to a stop at Anthony’s foot.  The church fell silent as he leaned down to pick it up. 

“I think I shall keep this safe for now, Miss Sharma,” he announced with a wicked smile that made Kate blush before shaking her head fondly.  “Please continue, Archbishop.”

A chuckle ran through the assembled crowd, including a smirk from the Queen, as Anthony’s smile turned soft.

I love you, he mouthed at her, slipping the bangle into his coat to rest above his heart.  Kate returned his sentiment with a soft smile of her own before turning back to the altar.  She was unsurprised to find Morrison glaring at her, but her sister quickly stole her focus.

“Bon?”

Edwina was staring at Anthony, her face paler than Kate had ever seen.  At her call, her eyes snapped to Kate, staring at her as if she had never seen her before.

“Miss Edwina, are you ready to continue?” the Archbishop asked her, but Edwina just kept staring at Kate.

Morrison huffed, taking Edwina’s hand and pulling her to face him.

“Answer His Grace, please, Miss Edwina,” he ordered, but she just stared at him.

“Bon, are you alright?” Kate asked, moving forward as she started to become worried.

“She is perfectly fine,” Morrison answered shortly.  “Miss Edwina, you are embarrassing yourself.  Repeat after the Archbishop.”

“I – “ Edwina broke off, her breathing becoming low and shallow.

“Bon, do you need to sit down?” Kate asked, concern lacing her voice.  She glanced at Anthony and he quickly got to his feet, heading towards her.

The noise of his shoes seemed to startle Edwina, bringing her back to herself.  Her gaze spun around the room before focusing on Morrison.

“I need a moment,” she announced.

And then she ran out of the room.

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Father Daughter Quotes: 150+ Most Beautiful Collection

Father Daughter Quotes: 150+ Most Beautiful Collection A good true love, a very private life with a woman, whom one wants a lover, which is estimated as a sister, who venerate with mother, who protects a daughter, is obviously the most natural to man destination, the additional his mission on earth.

A Father Is A Bank Favored By Nature

Admiration is the daughter of ignorance, because no one is surprised but of things that ignores, especially if they are large; and mother of science, because admired men of the things that they ignore, inquire and investigate the causes them to achieve them, and this is what is called science.

Work The Saying Goes Is The Father Of Fame

I am a child of nature: I want to pick up, feel, touch, be. And all this is already part of a whole, of a mystery. I am one. I am a being. And I leave you to be. It scares you? I think so. But it’s worth. Even if it hurts. It hurts just the beginning.

Wise Is The Father That Knows His Own Child

Ô my daughter, their pains are not the world’s largest and will not be. Shake the dust. Take a river bath. Open those wings. loud screams, cries down. Jumps high and falls away. Draws all the beauty of the world. Purchase a color box of crayons and coloring out their life.

There’s always that sharp little pain in the chest, that mother daughter screaming in your ear lack what it does.

Waiting For Your Son What You Have Done With Your Father

What the father stopped appears in the mouth of the child, and often discovered that the child was the secret revealed the father.

I believe our Heavenly Father invented man to be disappointed with the monkey.

Tolerance Is The Daughter Of The Doubt

Losing a father or a mother, Mr. Worthing may be regarded as a misfortune; but to lose both looks like carelessness.

In fact, few children are similar to the father; / Most are lower, few are better than him.

The Truth Is The Daughter Of Time And Not Of Authority

A parent can neglect your child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies; husbands may leave their wives, and wives their husbands. But the love of a mother resists all.

Father Daughter Quotes The Most Beautiful Collection

The Truth Is The Daughter Of Time Not Of Authority

Nobody believes in us: no fortuneteller, no father-of-saint, no therapist, no relatives, no friends, no email, no text message, no trace, no prayer, no gossip, and especially (or unfortunately): neither you.

The Knightly Honor Is The Daughter Of Arrogance And Folly

To honor father and mother is not only respect them but also assist them in their needs; provide them with the rest in old age; surround them concern, as they have done for us in childhood.

Belief in God remains due to the desire of a protective father and immortality, or as an opiate against the misery and suffering of human existence.

The Childs Words On The Street Are The Father And Mother

I thank my God and Father for all the good things that I lived, because I know that the only good that came of it is. What I experienced bad in my life, it was out of ignorance, stupidity, and my choice. But my happiness I only owe to Father!

I will want to date? No. I want to marry? No. I want to father children? No. So never mind what I’m already old for this slapstick

The Child Is Father Of The Man

Relying on a profession is a less odious form of slavery than relying on a parent.

The Boy Is The Father Of Man

Once, my father painted the whole house bright orange. For a long time we lived in a house, as he said, constantly dawning.

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All things of creation are children of the Father and brothers of man … God wants us to help animals in need of help. Every creature in disgrace has the same right to be protected.

The Best Is Displayed When It Is Best To Necessary

That we can be more sibling, friend, son more and more a parent, more humane, more simple, more willing to do and be happy.

Prudence Is The Eldest Daughter Of Wisdom

My father told me that the first time the person falls in love changes her life forever, and the more you try, the feeling never goes away. That girl you told me was her first love. And no matter what you do, it will stay with you forever.

Seven years of Pastor Jacob served Laban, the father of Rachel, beautiful mountain, but not served his father, served it, and it only for premium intended.

Pain Is The Father And Love Is The Mother Of Wisdom

When I was a boy of 14 years, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to be close to that sir. But when I turned 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in these seven years.

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Nothing Better Can Give A Father To His Son Than A Good Education

The marriage of a beloved daughter is an event that is expected and you want; is, however, as a birth – accompanied joy of terrible pain.

My Father Taught Me To Work He Did Not Teach Me To Love Work

Poverty and hope are mother and daughter. To entertain the daughter, forget the mother.

My Father Always Said Do Not Raise Your Voice Improve Their Arguments

I am a beast, I am animal, I’m Angel and I’m a woman I am my mother and my daughter, my sister, my girl But I am mine, mine alone and not those who want

Love Is The Child Of Illusion And The Father Of Disappointment

My daughter So much tenderness saved, accumulated, in joy, in pain, 24 hours and always for love, a daughter is like this: sure protection, rescue, favor, quietly confident, daughter is the one shoulder friend, that discreet help, that booking love.

One day, he fell a distance in the house of old Galva, killing him and wounding his daughter. The mother said: “God punished. They were very wicked. ” In addition to the punishment of the teacher, the punishment of the fathers of us, so there was a greater punishment, much higher – God’s punishment?

Leisure Father Of All Vices And Son Of All Virtues

The newspaper carries all deceased functions Satan, who inherited the ubiquity; and is not only the father of lies, but the father of contention.

I Prefer To Be The Daughter Of Mystery Than Getting A Lifetime Fighting To Be His Mother

Our Father who art in heaven / In them tarry / And we’ll be on the ground / That sometimes is so beautiful.

Ingratitude Is The Daughter Of Pride

Country Father, this day so special I would like to thank you for all you did and does to this day. You are essential in my life! Love you forever! Congratulations on your day.

Dr. Linda Freeman: Father? Charlie Harper: Dead. Dra. Linda Freeman: Mother? Charlie Harper: They killed her. Dra. Linda Freeman: I would like to discuss this? Charlie Harper: We just do.

I Have Brothers Father But I Have No Mother

The ordinary man who gets angry if you say that the father was dishonest if preens discover that the grandfather was a pirate.

If You Do Not Have A Good Father You Need To Get One

No father or mother who your kids look ugly; us that are understanding occurs more often this mistake.

If Poverty Is The Mother Of Crime Lack Of Spirit Is His Father

My daughter was asked by a lady in a London hotel restaurant about what her father was, and she replied, “He’s a Pirate” – I was very proud of this response.

Fear Is The Father Of Morality

“I closed the book, the story is over, so I left the most striking paragraphs and the feeling that it was a good read.”

Desire Is The Fathers Power

And if we fall up, and regret we rest … for everything there is a solution … just calm down, reflect and run … all with faith in God

“When the child learns with his father, both giggle. When the father learns from the son, both cry.”

A Wise Father Let The Children Make Mistakes

“Died thinking that he loved her. I killed thinking it was love. Dominated by the selfish passion, made us see that not you knew as we should , and your attitude, demonstrated that not knew the love. Rest in peace.”

All That A Wise Child Can Hope For Is That The Father Is Present At Conception

My father, with his finite way of being God showed me God, with his infinite way of being a man – Father Daughter Quotes

A Father Is Worth More Than A Hundred Teachers School

Our God is not father only in good times. He did not enter that of “love their children and abandon them.” I trust that it will be next to me, as bad as I am. You can also.”

Whither thou guest, Father, whither thou guest I will also treading the same streets … you, to ease your pain, I, to ease my pain!

Inspirational Father-Daughter Quotes

Where are the trains, my father? For Mahal, Tami, spaces on the map, and then the parent would: nowhere also my son, you can go and still to move the train, you do not you move you.

Samba is the father of pleasure Samba is pain of son – Father Daughter Quotes

Have to win a battle at a time, you cannot win all the challenges at the same time

The disappointment is the daughter of expectation.

A man is able to spend a million coins to marry a daughter, but cannot spend a hundred thousand to instruct her.

Courage is the daughter of prudence, not temerity – Father Daughter Quotes

Love is beautiful, passion is beautiful! like my mother and love her daughter

Hans daughter making a drawing * “Father, I do not have eyes,” “With a smile like that, you do not need eyes.”

Today I am not only wife or daughter I am a father, mother, breadwinner I am a truck driver, taxi driver, airline pilot, policewoman, Workers in construction … the world I beg leave to go where you want My name is JURISDICTION And my name is WOMAN !!!!

Father Daughter Quotes Relationship How many hidden passions what sorrow welcome so many lost loves living thinking about death die thinking of life.

I’m afraid to stop being daughter to stop being friends, to stop being a girl, to stop being strange, to stop being alone, to stop being sad, stop being cynical. I’m too afraid to stop being.

Hygiene is the daughter of secular rots – Father Daughter Quotes

I have found grace in the history of its continued giving my name to his daughter … What a fool “heroin” I am! Anyway, what matters is that it’s a normal name. In: My Dear.

She had been born with a bad record and now seemed a daughter of a not-know-what air to apologize for taking up space.

Passion is destruction, my daughter!

Comes to boycott my daughter, it’s time for you to be very happy – Father Daughter Quotes

I wiped more, loved, talked, angry, that’s it, my daughter, do not give up no.

I am the daughter of the most powerful man in the world: God.

I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father but by me.

Every fucking girl is the result of an idiot ex-boyfriend, a macho father, a prejudiced society, a mind beyond his time, a pain so great that burned his feelings.

Observe your family worship and fulfill your duties to your father, your mother and all your relatives. Educates children and you need not punish the men.

Family love is the most inexplicable thing in the world, nor a parent can tell a child how much you love him, nor the child knows to tell the father – Father Daughter Quotes

The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother

One day I had a father, he told me he would Anything I asked. Then I asked the sun He cannot give me. So I asked the stars he told me that my glare was much more intense than any one. I smiled and gave him a kiss

Imagine the child you want to imagine the father that you should be

God is our Father. What can you fear having a father like this?

A friend is like a brother who is not the son of his father and his mother, but that you love so much like!

Remember that you have in Heaven Father Daughter Quotes not only a father but also a mother.

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[ushidoux]

In which the haikyuu dads try desperately to continue having sex once they become fathers

A/N: these are very cringey. special thanks to @goldenshoyo​ and @oikawasmommy​ for bouncing off ideas lmaoooo

Warnings: marriage & children, nsfw, mention of sex toys, is it really exhibitionism if it’s your unaware kid?, reader with fem pronouns/parts

Part 1: includes Ushijima, Daichi, Oikawa, Hinata, Kageyama

Ushijima → 

Never really had a problem with this when your daughters were newborns to toddler age and particularly good sleepers, but now that they’re old enough to be schoolchildren, their little voices are wracked with concern from the sounds coming from the inside of their parents’ bedroom and poor Ushiwaka is starting to lose patience. 

“Daddy, why is Mommy crying??”

He’s balls deep inside you and despite the fact that your face is pushed down into three overstuffed pillows to muffle you as best possible, your moans are still loud and relentless.

“She’s fine.” He quips. He isn’t exactly yelling but the firm tone of his voice makes it very clear to the little ones that they should probably go back to sleep.

… Some concerns are inevitably brought up at the next parent-teacher conference by a well-meaning guidance counselor.

Daichi → 

He does a great job of putting your daughter to bed and reassuring her that there are absolutely no monsters. In fact, if there were monsters, he would take them to jail.

He thinks that’s enough to calm down her fears but the moment he’s finally back to his room to give you some well-needed attention, now hovering over top of you, kissing your neck, there are frantic knocks on the door.

He screams into the pillow besides you briefly while you can’t stop yourself from laughing, then recomposes himself enough to let his darling little princess into the room.

Now there’s a small child between you with a large stuffed animal in hand, as well as a small, dainty foot thrust into Daichi’s face the entire night.

Oikawa →

“Mom!!!!”

Your son rushes into the room, disrupting your evening reading, in obvious distress and runs into your arms. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, holding the angry, inconsolable child.

“She’s bullying me!!!” 

As you hear hurried footsteps run up the stairs from the basement, you prepare to start scolding your eldest daughter, still barely age seven, for harassing her brother yet again… until you see her wielding the largest strap on you own as a weapon and your eyes grow wide.

“Why won’t you swordfight?!” She challenges her sibling with fierceness she’s likely inherited from you.

Your mouth hangs open, but your horror only worsens when you realize your son, crying in your arms, is holding a set of anal beads in his tiny little hands.

Hinata → 

When Hinata returns unexpectedly early from work while you’re trying to prepare an afternoon snack (your three kids are usually hungry right after school), you’re elated to see him.

But then you see that look in his eyes, and you immediately know you’re in for it.

When he starts to cover your face in kisses, you have to pull away briefly to avoid an unintentional Life Defining Moment.

“Shit, Shoyo, the bus stops here in less than ten minutes!!”

“Great! So we have enough time,” he grins before whisking you off to the guest bathroom closet to the kitchen.

It’s possibly the fastest but most satisfying quickie you’ve had in your life, and by the time a trio of redheaded kids (plus a friend) show up, you’re stumbling out of the bathroom with a slightly disoriented smile and a walk that is just a bit off-kilter.

Kageyama →

“I-is this okay?”

You’re normally able to be in the moment when your husband thrusts up inside you, fingering your clit as best he can from the acute angle with which your bodies connect.

But you just can’t shake the discomfort of watching your child, who has newly learned how to pull themselves to a stand in their crib, face in your direction while sucking their thumb, eyes wide and attentive.

“What do you mean?” He answers as though it were an afterthought, not changing his pace at all. 

“She’s staring!” You eke out in a whisper, but his hand takes a larger grip of your ass with no semblance of care.

“She won’t remember,” he murmurs, ignoring your petrified look as he dips down to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

You hope for yours and his sake that he’s actually right. The best you can do is try not to make any sounds that will be part of this child’s vocabulary.

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Family Matters

Kinktober 2020 — stepcest

A/N: This idea had been sitting in my brain for months and getting to write it out AND be on time for the last day of kinktober is the perfect wrap up for this crazy month.

Description: You would do anything to get yourself a place in this family.

Pairing: Todoroki siblings (Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shouto)x reader

Warning: stepcest/pseudo-incest (absolutely do not proceed if this isn’t something you’re comfortable reading), no relationships portrayed in this fic is healthy, toxic family dynamics, reader is bit of a manipulative bitch, consensual but not exactly the traditional sense of consent, Rei died, brief mention of cheating, nee san/nii san kink, vaginal penetration, oral (giving), choking, face fucking, creampie, marking, voyeurism, threesome, spitting, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

Word count: 16025 (wtfwtfwtf-)

**please read the warnings through before clicking the read more, very important**

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You attended your mother’s wedding with the sweetest smile you could manage and a painful ring in your ear the moment she said: “I do”.

It was a small ceremony with only close friends and family, which also meant that there was little to no one in the audience as your mother walked down the aisle to meet the man at the other end. 

You would think that marrying the reigning no 1 pro-hero would finally bring your mother the fantasy of being part of a fortunate family she never got to have, but we couldn’t always get what we want, could we?

You and your mother were the family underdog, the number of your relatives you had met up with the last several years since your birth father passed away and left a huge loan on your back waiting to be cleared up could be counted with less than the fingers on one hand. The first time someone showed up at your doorsteps screaming murder was a blur to you. You were around 17 at the time, not young enough to forge ignorance to what was going on but not mature enough to push the foul words seeping into your ears away, all you could remember was the way your mother clutching you close to her chest like it wasn’t her that was sobbing until the banging at the door finally ceased. 

You switched schools, having no way to afford the tuition of the one you were attending when your family was struggling to stay under a proper roof, essentially disappearing from the circle you used to exist within in a matter of days. Sometimes, you would feel the impulse to cackle at the thought that there was a time when you thought you were so brilliant and you had a whole life ahead. You got into the hero course of one of the best schools in the country, you were not the best but you did think there was something in you that people must not be willing to let go of this easily. You truly did think the world wouldn’t just let you sunk down like that, but it turned out that dropping out of the spotlight was enough for people to forget about you when there were hundreds and thousands of other equally brilliant people stepping under the public eye each day. 

You realised at the point in your life that some days you were simply alone, and no one would help you without a good enough reason for them to do so, something that your mother seemed to have either genuinely or deliberately chose to ignore. She went from person to person, hoping that one of them would be the answer but it was a fruitless journey. When you needed someone, people would pick it up, and it was a dangerous thing to be the one that was in need and couldn’t get away. You had witnessed countless of arguments, a scary amount of things crashing and frantic sobbing late at night when the crying echoed in the darkness you tried to surround yourself with by burying your face deeper and deeper into your pillow like it blacking out could make things go away.

This went on for years, and at some point you chose to turn your head away from it like not going home meant you could run away from the broken family you were bound to. Until one day, your mother crashed into you with a suffocating hug the moment you stepped into those doors you had so dreaded returning to every day, her voice barely coherent as she choked her words out through broken sobs and hiccups.

“We’re free... we’re finally free!”

She said it with such relief that you couldn’t even process the emptiness in your heart when she held your face in her hands before pulling you close to her again.

You figured out from bits and pieces that she let slip through her giddy words that someone had paid up the rest of the loan and interests that was left, and from the way her voice got just a little louder when she talked about that someone and the flush on her face, you knew it wasn’t just some chivalrous stranger that stepped in during a time of need like she had wanted to mask it up to be.

You had never met Todoroki Enji until your mother announced at the dining table one night with an expression so sheepish and girly that she was to marry this man you had only ever heard the name of. But even with the lack of exchanges before you sat down opposite to him the first time when you accompanied her to discuss the details of the wedding, you would expect that someone of his status and respect would at least have someone other than his own kids at his wedding.

His kids. You knew things wouldn’t go as easily as your mother had made it out to be. She had acted like you were finally out of the hot waters and secured comfort for the rest of your life just because she married a wealthy man but you knew the moment you met the eyes of the four Todoroki children, sitting side by side in one straight row opposite to you, that it wasn’t just the man of the house that had a say in what would become of you. 

Touya was the eldest and the least bothered to pretend like he was pleased about this arrangement. He was leaning back against the chair with one leg propped up when you walked in, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom in a scruntinising stare until he was given a hiss in warning from his sister, to which he replied with a snort and a very showing eye roll as you sat down. There was no hiding the sneer in his voice whenever he spoke up, each word lacing with an evidential edge and the clear distaste he was showing towards his new stepfamily. The way he looked down at you when he bumped against your shoulder before walking out the door was nearly uncomfortable, but he seemed to be somewhat pleased when you didn’t shy away from his gaze, walking out with his hands in his pockets and a smirk toying against his features as his father sighed.

The sister, Fuyumi, had apologised when Touya offhandedly pointed out that his father didn’t even wait until his mother’s corpse was cold before finding another woman. Her smile was empathetic and the way she carefully picked up your hand when she greeted you should have been enough to make up for the hostility her brother had showcased but if you had paid attention enough, you would pick up that despite the apology, she didn’t exactly disagree with the statement either. She was always friendly, her eyes curling into two thin strands behind her glasses as she walked you through each step of the ceremony without a chance for you to interrupt. She was nice enough, but also just enough and the distance she kept from you was something that you picked up on in your initial encounter. It was also through her that you found out what happened to Enji’s last wife, and the practiced look on Fuyumi’s face when she recalled how her mother died after a long battle against her illness sent chills creeping up your back far more than any mean remarks could.

Which explained why the wedding venue looked eerily empty as the march played. After all, what would the world say about how little it took for the man to step out of mourning for his dead wife and found himself another one?

Todoroki Natsuo gave you nothing but a hasty nod when you sat down opposite to him, staying quiet for the most parts of the meeting except for a short word of reply here and there when Fuyumi cued him. He had his arms crossed in front of his broad chest all during the process, his eyes looking down at the document but clearly not focused on any of the things that his sister was explaining. There were a few times when you caught him glancing at you for the brief moment when you looked up, flicking his gaze away from you almost immediately with your eyes barely meeting. Of the four siblings, he seemed the most... normal, if you would. The way he acted almost a bit awkward around the new sister that he suddenly had around when he was well into his twenties and gave nothing but bare minimal answers whenever you even tried to initiate a conversation was what you thought would happen.

Then there was Shouto. Oh, sweet Shouto. You had never expected that this was the way you met your formal underclassmen once again after you dropped off of your road in being a hero completely without so much as a proper announcement. There was no mistaking the way his eyes widened and shoulders tensed up when you walked into the room that he remembered you well which came as quite the surprise to you. You had heard of him even after leaving Yuuei, of course. A real star, so talented and came from such a background, already climbing up near the top even though it had only been a good year since his real debut into the professional world. You simply found the boy one year your junior endearing when you were still his senpai, the way he was so serious about every little tease and remark you made could only be described as adorable.  

But certainly, he had changed so much since you last saw him years ago. His back just a little wider, his jaw stronger, the look in his eyes did not belong to the same boy who did not shy away from staring when you walked past but of a man who had seen his handful of the world to know what you being there meant. You had a strong feeling that he would have acted way more hostile than he did have you been anyone else, his lips pursing tightly together like he was forcing himself to hold back as he stared straight at you.

All in all, sneers or polite chuckles or skittering glances or straightened backs, it did not take much to know that none of them was particularly pleased about their father’s remarriage and if the empty wedding was any sign, you and your mother were still utterly outsiders despite the documents with your changed names claiming otherwise.

The tall wall they had built was all the more apparent when you moved into the Todoroki residence, feeling more like you were mouse scrambling to find a gap you could hide into under this roof that had taken you in than anything else. If the four had gave your mother a cold shoulder or straight up pretend like she wasn’t there, then each and every single little gesture they made towards you reminded you time and time again that you did not belong. 

Touya always bumped against your side just a little bit too hard for it to be an accident when he walked past you into the dining room, the “apology” he threw down sounding almost like a cackle as you were nearly knocked off your feet. Fuyumi always bringing up childhood memories or family traditions that you wouldn’t know of, only to brush it off with a smile and explaining it to you like she was the silly one for assuming that you would know about these things when you “only just moved in”. Natsuo was rarely around due to his job at the hospital as a whole, but when he did he made sure that his interactions with you remained to be limited to standard small talk. Each mundane topic always ending on a dead end and both of you looking away. Shoto was decent to you, but there was still an evidential wariness in his gaze as he walked past you and somehow it was the deliberate distance from him that acted like a stake right through your heart, a constant reminder that you took up a space that was never yours to begin with.

There was hurt, but then it was the unwavering fear of being isolated that sent chills down your spine at the cold stare from your supposed family. 

Your mother was convinced that she unlocked the key to a life of security by marrying Todoroki Enji, but you knew better than to be fooled by the current state of you getting a pass because of the one mountain this shaking wall called family was leaning against.

Once he was out of the picture, it was his four children that would get to have a say on what they were to do with you, and you swore you could already see how that would go for you.

You were not going back to that low point in your life, not ever again, and you would do anything to make sure you secured a place for yourself within the family one way or another.

-

Jerking up awake at night in cold sweat was not fun, especially when it still took your brain a good few moments before registering where you were when your eyes shot open to see the high ceiling that you still hadn’t gotten used to yet.

You wonder if you would ever get used to it.

You groaned inwardly as you rolled to your side, wincing at how tight your throat felt at each swallow of the burning liquid that pooled in your mouth. You dreamt of your old life again, one when you still hadn’t gone to living under someone else’s roof. You had thought that you were over it by now but the hollowness left in your chest somehow irritated you even more than the dream itself. 

Fucking hell, it felt like every muscle in your back was hurting.

Slowly stretching your limbs out, you held your head in your palm as you suffered through the dizziness in your head when you sat upright at the edge of your bed. A string of shivers crept up your spine when your toe touched the cold floor, the tatami rough under the tip as you fumbled to find your room slippers. It took some adjusting for you to find your way out of the pitch black room, trying your hardest to slide the door open as lightly as you could as you clutched your arms closed to your body under the chill on your exposed arms.

The house was in radio silence and you were cautious of the drag of your slippers as you made way down to the kitchen, careful to lower the volume of your steps with your feet arched and holding the slipper tight to the heel.

You let out a shaky breath when you finally got downstairs. Your hand felt around the side of the door to find the switch, pressing your eyes tightly together as the light pained you the moment you flicked the switch and light blazed in the kitchen.

The clink of the ceramic made you feel alive again as the water ran down your throat, the cold soothing the tautness at the back as you gulped down. A content sigh slipped out of your lips as you put the mug down, a droplet threatening to roll down your chin and you brought the tip of your finger up to wipe it away.

“Look what we have here...”

You jumped at the sudden voice, earning you a wolfish chuckle from the man who was leaning against the door frame. Touya looked a lot more at ease than he usually was when he was around his family, the sweatpants that were almost a bit too big for his lean frame hanging loosely around his waist as his back arched, pushing himself off the wooden frame before sauntering to your side.

You straightened your back, feeling tensed as he seemingly ignored your presence as he got his own cup and poured it full of water with his other hand on his waist. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to look as he tilted the cup up, his slender neck arching back as his throat bobbed, the muscles at his stomach flexing with each swallow.

Your fingers clutched tightly around the mug you were holding when he let out a muffled cough, piercing up at you from the back of his hand when he saw that you were not moving away.

You were taken aback when he snorted, throwing his head back a little before fixing his gaze on you again with an amused smirk lingering his pierced lips.

“Oh, relax,” your eyebrows locked together at the dismissive huff from your usually sneering stepbrother, “it’s too early for me to start making your life miserable, save the defense for after 8.”

His stare was almost invasive as he grinned at you but despite the twist in your stomach at being alone with arguably the most unbearable of the siblings, you did not move your own eyes away as you put down the cup in your hand. “So you do it on purpose,” you said, trying to make yourself sound sterner as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

You did not think anyone else other than you would be up at this hour, or else you would have grabbed a jacket before slipping out of your room. If his gaze was already uncomfortable to be under, than the fact that your body was covered by nothing but a thin spaghetti strap and cotton shorts did not help how exposed you feel. 

Touya laughed and it took all the will in you to not shrink your form down even more at the cackle. “Why else would I bother?” he said matter-of-factly, "Someone has got to tell the old man that none of us is happy with what he did.” He paused, “It isn’t really about you, if that’s something you want to hear.”

“I’m not interested in your family drama.”

“Well, too bad you’re part of the family now,” he mused, his eyes still following you as he slowly strided towards the door. “Remember to look just as pissed as you are now when I poke fun at you in the morning.”

The swaying of his frame stopped when you opened your mouth.

“What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest when he stopped in his tracks before slowly, very slowly turning around to face you again. 

“Leave you alone?” he repeated, accentuating each syllable that rolled off his tongue as he stepped closer and closer to you.

“I’m just trying to get by,” you looked straight at him when he stopped right in front of you, towering over you slightly as he stared down, “if you want to stir shit up then I can help as long as you leave me a piece of what’s left.”

“Hm... a fighter, aren’t you?” his voice came out as a purr, the rumbling in his chest almost transferring to you with how close he was. His eyes raked across your form when he saw that you didn’t back away, the defined dent of your collar bone and the supple skin that was pressing against the elastic of your low collar.

He could allow a change of plans if it meant he could get a piece of a little something for himself.

“Then tell me,” he licked his lips, “what are you willing to do for my help?”

“Anything.”

The glint in his eyes grew at how you didn’t hesitate with your words. 

“Anything?” he asked with a crock of his head to the side, his fingers barely trailing along your bare arms as he drank in the way you were fighting against the shivers rising on your skin, “because I can think of a few ways for cute little sisters to get on their big brother’s good graces..."

His touch on your arm was distracting but your mouth still ran dry at the implication of his offer. You could not deny that when you lie awake on your bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of how you could possibly slither your way through in this house that you had briefly contemplated if you could get intimate with your siblings in a less morally-accepted way but you brushed it off as a silly thought almost as quick as you came up with it when you felt how hostile they were towards you.

You were convinced that they would not wait until Enji was gone to kick you out if you made a move on them, but the fixed stare and gravel in Touya’s voice was telling you a whole other truth.

The chills on your spine settled into the pit of your stomach as excitement when you made the realisation that he wanted you, and it meant the others could too.

His grin looked like it was spilling his face in half when you pushed yourself against his chest, your thinly clad breast pressed up against his bare skin when the light touch on your arms turned into full blown caresses as his hand got bolder. He could feel the slight pebble of your nipples taunt against the fabric and the thrill sent his blood boiling.

“Anything.”

His palm was burning against your skin as he got rougher and rougher, the press of his fingers turning into gropes when he reached the swell of your waist and down to your hips. The sudden dug of his nails into your flesh took you by surprise when he shoved you away from him, smiling from ear to ear like the chesire cat when he hooked his hand at the elastic of his sweats where a print was starting to strain against the fabric.

“Then get on your knees, baby sister.”

The tiles were not forgiving on your skin when you sunk down, looking up at the man who was palming himself from under his pants with his eyes slanted and fixed on your kneeling form. You winced when he fisted your hair in his hand, pulling your head back a bit too forcefully when he pulled his half-hard cock out of its constraints. The pain on your scalp seeped through your head until it was nothing but a tingle on your skin when his slender fingers wrapped around the base of his length that was right at your eye level, drinking in the way you could only stare at him from behind your lashes as he held you still.

He hummed in approval when you parted your lips, your tongue lolling out almost performatively when he gave a firm tuck to his cock. The silver bud at the crown of his cock left a strange numbness on your lips as he traced his tip along the rim of your mouth, leaving a slight sting on your tongue when he brushed against the muscle.

“Make sure to get all of it...” he whispered, releasing the tension of his pull on your scalp when he pushed his cock in with a languish surge of his hips. You bit back a whine when you felt the many more piercings at the underside as it brushed against your tongue, your hands flying up to grip at his thighs when he gave a slight pat to the back of your head.

He groaned when you took more of him in, hollowing your cheeks out as you set a pace for the bobbing of your head. The piercings were rigid against your tongue and you made sure to give each nub equal attention while your hand fisted around where you could not fit into your mouth. He kept one hand in your hair while the other found support on the kitchen counter, eyeing the way your lips wrapped around his cock as you tried to please him.

His head tilted back with a sigh when you cupped his balls, your palm warm on his sack when you sucked in a deep breath and sunk in all the way. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes when his hard tip hit the back of your throat, the burn shooting up to your nose as its tip brushed against his pubic hair. Touya felt the pulse at the side of his neck as your throat contracted around him, the tightness making his hand clutch at the back of your head as his length throbbed in your mouth. He snapped down to look at you when you pulled away with a cough, sucking in a deep breath as your chest heaved and your hand pumped his cock sloppily with your spit that was coating him.

You could sense his muscles taut under his skin as you let him go, his thighs flexing under your hands while you jerked him off like he was holding himself back deliberately.

To have someone that was just mocking you earlier today now stiff in your hand, lips parted and biting back a moan felt really, really good.

You were staring up at him, almost in challenge as you run your tongue along his shaft. “Someone’s good at this,” he cooed, sounding a little breathless when he laughed. The sound was replaced by a chocked moan when you took him in again, a soft hum from the back of your throat in reply had him nearly losing control when the vibration sent shocks down his core. 

You gagged when he pulled you off his cock, the string of saliva that connected your lips and his leaking tip sending him into an overdrive as he decided that he could not wait any longer. A yelp was ripped from the back of your throat when he pulled you up, shoving you against the counter with your face facing down.

Your hand fumbled to prop your body up with your palms flat on the marble surface, a silent whimper leaking pass your lips when you felt your shorts and underwear being peeled off of you with a swift pull. He pressed on your back with the tips of his fingers, each knuckle of his digits propping up as he arched your ass up with the help of his hand. Your face heated up at the way you perched up, bare cunt exposed for him to see as you clenched around nothing in reflex with the cold air that fanned against your folds.

Your body shifted with each exhale, the warm breaths spreading over your face as your cheek squished against the marble that was growing hotter and hotter from the heat on your face. Touya gripped onto the side of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled the cheeks apart, licking his lips at the sight of the light sheen on your slit.

You whimpered when he ran a finger along your folds and the uncontrollable gush of wetness as the calloused pad pressed down on your hooded clit. His eyes were fixed on your cunt and how you immediately pushed your hips back for more friction when he positioned his tip at your opening, rubbing the bead of pre along the slit as your folds parted around him.

“Who knew our new sister is such a whore...” 

His hand was fast to clasp around your mouth when he sheathed in you without a warning, the stretch leaving a burn in your core and threatening to make the cry slip past your lips when he held himself still. His cock was hot inside your walls, like he was melting in with your guts until all that was left of you was a puddle. 

You moaned into his palm when he started thrusting up. His hand might be able to muffle the lewd noises you made but there was no way to hide the sounds of skin slapping against skin that bounced off the walls. The position you were in made each slam of his pelvis against your ass hilting his cock deep in you until you could feel him leaving a print in your womb, the piercings adorning his length dredging along your insides with each snap of his hips. The nubs rubbing against you made your back arched and your knees weakened, leaving a permanent feeling in you even as he bottomed out.

“To- Touya!” 

His hand ran down your neck at the panting call of his name, fumbling with the elastic of your top before yanking it down and spilling your tits. You turned your head back with a struggle, his hand that was groping your chest pulling you up against his back until he could meet your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Nu-uh, that’s not how you should call me,” he growled into your mouth, a mean-spirited pinch at your nipple had you squeaking against his hot touch.

“Touya nii-”

The mewl earned you a forceful plow of his length in you, the coil in you tightening when he drilled into you at a much more vicious speed.

“That’s a good little sister...” he mumbled in your ear, his hand now right below your chest while the other held tightly onto your ass. You threw your head back, pushing yourself deeper on his cock as he grunted, pulsing in you as he fug his nails into your skin.

Your lips fell open but nothing came out when he wrapped his free hand around your exposed throat, pressing down just enough for you to feel a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins into your head when he hilted in you one more time before shooting ropes of his release deep into your core. His breath was shaky and warm at your earlobe as he cum in you, his load filling you up as he squeezed down on your neck to rip a breathless gag from you.

You could feel his cock going limp inside of you while he held you still, his cum threatening to leak out of your fluttering folds but was stopped by his cock still pressing snugly against your sex. You could smell the sweat on his body when he leaned down, heaving chest right at your back as he brought his hands up to cup your tits. His breath tickled against your skin, the piercing at the corner of his lip brushing at the sensitive area as he spoke lowly and slowly.

“Let’s have a lot of fun helping each other.”

-

Touya was always the latest to show up for breakfast each morning and this morning was no exception, but the entire table fell into deadly silence when he looked at you first before he did everyone else as he slammed himself down on his chair.

“Good morning, sis.”

The silence was almost uncomfortable and the sickly sweet tone of his voice echoed in the room before vanishing into thin air. You were facing him directly but your eyes did a brief glance around the room. Your mother and Enji were dumbfounded, Natsuo had his mouth agape, Shouto’s eyes were as big as the moon and Fuyumi’s eyebrows locked together slowly but visibly.

A lot of fun indeed.

You smiled, and the crisp ring of your voice shocked everyone when you parted your lips.

“Good morning, nii san.”

-

The mutually beneficial relationship with Touya continued. Some nights, you would feel a slight brush against your calf under the dining table and you knew he was to pay you a visit. He slipped into your room when everyone else was asleep, jackhammered you onto the mattress and make you scream into your pillow before whispering things about the family that you would otherwise never know of against your lips as his cum spilled out of your abused hole.

He was rough with his hands, especially when he was taking out his frustration on you, but there was no denying that the fucking was good and the information was valuable. He told you about how he had three siblings instead of being an only child because he was a disappointment and why his mother was sent away. The snort he let out was chilling as he told you how his sister was desperately holding the family together through the years and that the second son of the Todoroki family could be worse than him in terms of temper once the right buttons were pushed.

And they knew, they had to know or had made a guess at the very least, because there’s no other way you could explain why there were bruises littering all across your inner thighs when the skin just showing below the edge of your shorts was clean the night before. Occasionally, you would catch the boys staring at the barely visible mark right at your collar at the table, Natsuo a little bit more subtle with his eyes flickering away the moment you looked up and Shoto not hiding the fact that he was looking as he pressed his eyebrows together. Fuyumi was a whole lot more nonchalant about it, either she really didn’t know or she was very good at staying away from things that weren’t her business. Your guess leaned towards the latter. 

You were waiting to see which one of them would finally let their concern snap first and approach you about it, and it seemed like what Touya told you about his siblings was rather accurate when you were left along the house with your second stepbrother one weekday afternoon.

You were rarely left alone at the house with any of your step siblings, much less Natsuo. Doctor Todoroki was always the first one out the door and the last one to come back each day, slipping into his room by the time he got back in the early mornings from the hospital and not appearing until he had to go back again. 

Today was a bit different. Today, Todoroki Natsuo got to sleep past his alarm and sat in the living room as the sun shined through the window while the rest of his family was out doing their own thing. Except you, who coincidentally had nowhere to do during his precious day off and was staring absentmindedly at the tv while he tried to not pay too much attention to the limp in your walk and the hickey that was very much so not hidden by your loose shirt.

Natsuo gulped down the words that were stuck at the back of his throat, feeling his tongue laying flatly against his mouth as he felt the air around him thicken. 

No one had said anything about the clear elephant in the room when the rest of the family was around. His father and your mother were clearly oblivious, but he was sure the same question definitely appeared in his siblings’ heads. It frustrated him that Fuyumi only brushed it off as him being overly suspicious when he tried to hint that something but be going on between the new stepsister and the oldest Todoroki, even more so when Shouto was straight up in denial about how obvious it was. 

If anything, he was more concerned than anything else. He was sure Touya couldn’t be the nicest man to be involved with especially when he recalled all the malicious things his brother had said about how much he loathed the idea of a new stepsibling before his father got married.

“Did he hurt you?”

You froze in place at the abrupt question. Turning your head to the side, you saw Natsuo with his jaw clenched and lips pursed together at the other end of the coffee table. “He?”

“Touya,” he repeated, this time sounding a little firmer than before, “he is taking advantage of you, isn’t he?”

Oh.

Oh.

You glanced to the side, lowering your head a little as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. A slight thrill welled up in your chest when you heard him scooching closer to where you sat at your timid posture. He looked so concerned, like he was truly believing that you were in a compromisable position that you couldn’t tell anyone about.

What a good man he was, Todoroki Natsuo, you almost feel bad for pretending to hesitate before you slowly hook your finger under your shirt and lifted it over your head.

Natsuo’s breath hitched when he saw the bruises that covered your chest in the areas that weren’t covered by your bra. Bite marks darted along your skin, the subtle scars in the shape of finer prints burnt into the side of your waist. Touya got into a particularly fiery argument with Enji last night, and the aftermath was what Natsuo was now seeing as you stripped of your top in front of him. You had winced when you woke up that morning to see how fucked up you looked, fully planning to get Touya back for bruising you up this badly next time he touched you but you didn’t expect that his lost of control would be of use later on.

You looked battered, and you didn’t miss the gasp that left his lips as you folded your arms in front of your chest to make yourself smaller, pressing the marked skin of your chest together and pushing your cleavage out in the process.

“He’s so rough with me, Natsu nii...”

You sounded like you wanted to cry as you shy away from him, and his heart broke when you flinched away from his touch as he gently held onto your forearm. 

You were so delicate and fragile, how could anyone treat you as horribly as this? 

He let out a shaky breath when you latched onto his broad chest the moment he pulled you onto his lap. “Poor baby...” he whispered against your skin as he dipped his head down caging over you as he gingerly pulled your folded arms away. His throat bobbed at the sight of your curves and the many bruises dotting on your supple skin. You whimpered when he planted a soft peck on your neck, tilting your head back to allow him more access as his hand fumbled with the hook of your bra. 

You whimpered when he took it off of you, the strap sliding off your arms until it was thrown to the side. He could see all the marks and scars on your skin much more clearly now and it only fueled his urge to touch you all over and make sure he drowned you in affection even more. 

You whimpered when he rubbed circles against the side of your hips, his lips pressing against a particularly gruesome bruise below your collar bone.

“Natsu nii-

“Shh... it’s ok,” he hushed you with a peck on your pouting lips, pulling at your bottom lip softly when he pulled away, “nii chan will take care of you.”

His hand was cautious as he caressed your skin, soft lips trailing down your neck and darting his tongue out to swipe across each bruise and mark along the way. The brush of the tip tickled, leaving a spark of numbing tingles down your spine as his miniatures took over your head. Natsuo took his time, reducing you into mush with each press of his thumb at the side of your thighs and nibble of his teeth. A breathy moan slipped past your lips when he traced your pebbled nipple with his tongue, the air fanning against your skin making you all the more sensitive as he rolled the perked bud between his fingers. He treaded against the clouds of purple at the underside of your chest lightly, placing open kisses at each bruise like he was trying to erase the trails of what his brother had left on you.

Your hands held onto his shoulders when he buried his face in your chest, cupping the soft mounds in his palm as he licked each swell and dent on your torso. You whimpered as his large hands slipped past the elastic of your shorts, groping your ass as he lifted you off his lap just enough to pull the article off of your limbs. You felt a strange bashfulness when he eyed your naked form, almost looking like he was in awe when he slid his arms around your waist. 

Perhaps you were getting too into the mindset of a sweet baby sister wanting their brother’s attention that your body was starting to adopt the role a little bit too well.

“Lay down.”

His hand supported you at the small of your back, his much larger frame shadowing over you almost immediately at you touched the cold surface of the floor. The textured front of the tatami rubbed against your skin as he planted a firm kiss on your lips and you hissed into his mouth when the scratches down your back from last night by one very impatient Touya burned on your senses. 

Natsuo noticed your discomfort, cooing into your lips as his tongue slipped past your teeth and explored the warm cavity greedily. Your eyes were glassy when he pulled away, looking like a veil had draped over your vision hastily as you stared at him blankly and your lips parted. 

If he thought the marks on your upper body was bad, then seeing your naked form proved that he had severely underestimated what you had gone through before he took notice. You looked dazed as he perched on top of you, his eyes raking all over your body as he took count of the many bite marks and bruises that dipped down the v that led to your sex and your thighs that were pressed together tightly. There were clear marks of fingerprints littered over the plump flesh of your legs, evidential of how exactly did Touya take you last night.

You shuddered underneath Natsuo when he gripped onto your knees and parted your legs, arching your back off the ground and looking to the side to hide your face when he stared straight at your bare cunt. Your folds clenched with each heave of your chest, looking all the more inviting with the sheer shine that coated your core from his earlier touches. But he found himself immediately noticing the faded marks at the back of your thighs where they were connected to your hips, the prints permanent on your skin and whispering to him exactly what you had been doing with his brother when no one was around.

The image of Touya digging his fingers into your thighs as he folded your legs up despite your whines burned into his head, his vision growing redder and redder at the thought of your tight hole being railed so hard you tear up in pleas but to no avail.

He was supposed to be the nice brother, the gentle one who kiss you all over and holds you in the center of his palm before putting you back into one piece after the other had shattered you, but all he could think of was how much he wanted to replace the same tears with his own marks right now when he was looking right at the tiny body that his brother had messed with.

“Natsuo...? Ah-” you squeaked when his previously soft hold was replaced with a sudden squeeze at your inner thigh, your limbs being manhandled into a position that was challenging your flexibility. You could not help but throw your head back when he pushed your legs all the way up until they were hooked over his shoulders, the back of your knees almost touching your chest when he leaned down once again.

His tongue tangling with yours distracted you from the sounds of belt buckles rattling for a second, until the feeling of something prodding at your entrance brought your eyes snapping open. 

“Don’t worry about a thing...” he muttered against your lips as he dragged his leaking tip along your folds, his hand pulling the hood of your clit back and rubbing at the sensitive nub to ease more of your wetness out until his cock threatened to glide past your fluttering folds with the lubrication. His eyes were fixed on your face, but your reflection appearing on his blown out eyes seemed almost empty as he talked but more like to himself than to you.

His length felt heavy as the tip pushed past the muscle of your walls, earning him a breathless sigh from you as you took his hot inch bit by bit until it settled at the pit of your stomach. You could feel every part of his pressing against you in this position, your core flexing to accommodate his girth but still felt a white burn at the back of your head when he rolled his hips before slamming down again.

He was much... thicker than Touya, and the vein that was throbbing at the side of his shaft left a phantoming feeling in your walls with every thrust. His face was buried at the crook of your neck, each grunt and pant warm on your skin and seeping into your core as vibrations from his chest. There was no space between your bodies as he drilled into you, his plows short and rapid like he did not even want to have a second of his body not touching yours. 

Your voice sounded foreign to your ears as you gripped onto his hair for leverage, the broken notes of each mewl and the pathetic cries making you feel possessed as your knees shook with each hilt of his tip in that spongey spot deep inside of you.

“Na- Natsuo nii...”

He groaned at the sweet moans of his name rolling off your tongue, his hand running up and down at the back of your thigh in encouragement when you clamped down strongly around him with each slap of his balls against your ass.

“Fuck-” he gritted in your ear, his thrusts growing sloppy as you tried to lift your hips up to meet him and pushing his cock deeper into you, “you’re so pretty like this... so pretty taking your nii chan’s cock-”

You whined at the compliment, even though the reaction felt so off for the mindset you went into this with. There was something about how differently demanding he was when he was fucking into your tight cunt, the way he wanted to drink in all of your attention and send you into a spiral making thrills boil up in the waves of pleasure that crashed onto you.

He thought he was the one with the power, but we all take what we need from who we want it from.

“Cum around me- that’s it... that’s it...”

He let out a choked moan as your walls spasmed around his aching cock, his hands holding your legs firmly as he held himself still with his hips pressed up snugly against your hips. Your head fell back as your lips parted when you felt the warmth of each spurt of his cum painting your insides, each pulse and throb of his length printing against your walls. A soft whimper was pulled from the back of your throat when he pulled out, the last few drops of his load darting across your lower stomach as he remained his hold on your legs. Natsuo felt breathless at the beads of white that was seeping past your slit, his hands moving before he could think to push the leaking substance back into your hole despite the weak moans you made as you shook under his touch.

Natsuo pressed his palm flat against your sex like he was blocking the mixture of your arousal and his released from slipping out when he brought his hand under your arm. You couldn’t do anything but laid soundly in his arms when he lifted you up, your legs felt like jelly as he held you close to his chest.

“Get some rest, baby, I’ll tuck you in after cleaning you up...”

-

The arrangement continued, but this time with one more man into the mix.

Every night after Touya arrange your guts, Natsuo would put you back together with languish thrusts and not an inch of your skin untouched the next day. Where the eldest burned, the other would soothe over with icy breaths and gentle coos. All Natsu nii asked for return was the loving stare you gave him from behind your fluttering lashes and sheepish nods when he asked you if you feel good from your nii chan’s touch.

What you nearly forgot about, however, was that every night there was another Todoroki you had pushed to the back of your head just a wall next to you while you were getting your brains fucked out.

Todoroki Shouto was probably the most conflicted of the bunch when you walked into the meeting room for the first time. If anyone had asked, he would not deny that back when you were still his upperclassman by a year, before you suddenly dropped off his horizons one day out of nowhere, he was head over heels smitten with you. He was not the only one, if the way you surround yourself with others that gave a sickly sweet grin as they came up to you was any sign, but he liked to believe that he was the only one that really caught your eye. How could you not? If anything, it sufficiently flattered you that someone like Todoroki Shouto would eye you like a dumbfounded puppy when you came down to his year. You made sure to be extra nice to him too, smiling widely and laughing louder than you did for anyone else when he replied to each of your teasing questions with a degree of seriousness that you could not help but found yourself cooing at. 

(You never liked him the way he hoped you had, not that he would know or you would ever hint at it. It was just fun for you to have his attention and you would be the first one to say that you could not be blamed. Anyone else would have said the same thing had they been in your place.) 

By the spring he was about to move into your second year, you were gone. He had tried to ask around about your whereabouts but no one could give an answer. There were rumours, but all of them were so drastically different that it was near impossible to narrow down the possibilities. And so his innocent, bittersweet school crush was shattered into dust without even a proper heartbreak or revelation.

Now imagine how he felt when he saw his dead crush appearing in front of him years after he last saw them, now as his new stepsister that he never asked for.

You seemed to have latched onto him at first, striking up a conversation with him when everyone else made it clear that you were not welcomed. He felt an overbearing weight in his chest every time you flashed him a wide smile that was so nostalgic but also felt oddly different, like it was you had the same shell as before but the contents in it were missing. He told himself again and again that he had been over you for years now, but the pounding in his chest whenever you laughed around him was a brutal reminder that this could be the chance for him to finally get his hands on what was never his.

The thoughts that clouded his head when he thought of how you were just a room away from him at night was terrifying, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the realisation that there was something as ugly as that stirring deep in his mind. So he took the complete opposite approach to what his yearning was whispering at the back of his head and stayed away from you as far as possible, even when the center of his palms felt like they were about to start seeping blood at how deep his nails dug in at the sight of his brothers getting friendlier and friendlier with you.

Then one day, at the unholy hour when he had to lower each step he took striding back to his room after a late patrol, he heard a soft noise coming from the back of your door that could not be anything other than a moan.

He froze, his eyes widening as he questioned his own hearing when the same sweet sound rang again. It was subtle and he would not have caught on unless he was expecting it, but it sounded almost mocking in his ear as his leg moved on their own until his ear was pressing right at the wooden board that blocked him from seeing what you were doing inside that drew those tempting notes out of your lips. 

This was wrong, he swallowed the bitterness in his mouth as the stir in his stomach sunk in, very wrong, but he could not stop himself from wondering how good you must be looking at that moment with your legs parted and fingers pumping in your cunt, your back arching as you tried to bury your face in your pillow as you imagined that it was someone else touching you.

The wire in his head snapped into half when he heard a voice so familiar but yet so strange that mixed into the incoherent string of lewd noises.

“Stay quiet, or do you want people to hear how much of a whore you are?”

His head went blank, and then he turned almost robotically stiff towards his own room when he finally connected the dots of what was going on.

He did not look any bit suspicious when you greeted him the next morning, but he swore he was seeing white when he spotted the way Touya’s hand lingered at your forearm just too long for it to be friendly when he was asking you to pass him the milk.

It got incredibly hard for him to ignore everything that was going on once he found out what happened every night when the house was supposed to be asleep. It was Touya most of the time, but occasionally he would hear the muffled voice of his other brother seeping into his ears through the thin walls too. He should not have listened, especially with how clearly he knew the burn in his chest was a result of anger. How could they just fuck around with you like this when he was there, suffering because you were so close but he could not reach out? 

Yet when his hand ghosted over the bulge in his pants as he listened to the broken cries of someone else’s name from the back of your throat, it was jealousy that made him tug at his length almost violently as the squelching and panting died down until there was nothing left but the stickiness lacing his fingers as an evidence of what happened.

He listened with intent, wondering if you would eventually come onto him too. He heard the way you call his brothers’ “nii san” and found it harder and harder for him to even look at you straight without imagining the way you would look coming undone underneath him when he heard the same words dripping off your tongue in a seemingly innocent manner in the day. 

But you never did, and he was starting to lose patience from waiting.

Why his brothers but not him when he was the one that had wanted you for so long? What was it that his nee san never wanted to fall into his bed when you so gladly let other men crash into yours?

You did not hear the door creaked open as you laid with your stomach on the bed, your legs arching from the knees onwards as you lounge around with a book in hand. You jumped with a gasp when you saw Shoto standing at the side of your bed, putting your book down carefully with the page you stopped at facing down as you looked up.

“Why are you here, Shouto kun?”

You called him “Shouto kun” when it was “nii chan” for Touya and Natsuo. 

He furrowed his eyebrows at how clueless you looked as you stared at him. Your chest were pushed together against the mattress as you rolled to your side, the exposed skin of your legs ticking him off as a reminder of how different you sounded from when he eavesdropped at your little rendezvous every night.

He took your by surprise when he leaped onto the bed, his knees causing a dent at each side of your body when you could not react except allowing your mouth to fall apart at his sudden and strange behaviour.

“Shouto! What are you- mhp-”

You were taken back by the force at which he crashed down on you. You could not process what was going on until the feeling of his burning lips kissing and nibbling at your own settle in as a numbing pain, his tongue forcing it’s way past your teeth as he trapped you underneath his frame.

You took a hasty breath when he pulled away, his eyes staring you down like he was waiting for a reaction as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Do you not like it when I kiss you, nee san?”

All the words got caught at the back of your throat when his voice rang in your ear, almost eerily calm considering how his teeth were just clashing against yours moments ago. You did not put as much thought into buying your way into Shouto’s side as much as you did the rest of the family, knowing that no matter how small, there had got to be a certain place for you in his heart from the melancholy of an old crush somewhere. 

“Even though you like it when it was Touya nii and Natsu nii touching you?”

But now he was on top of you, his eyes quirking up as his hand gripped onto the sheets at the side of your head, his lips almost like he was pouting as he trapped you there.

Nee san...

Right, how foolish of you to forget. 

He was your brother too.

“Come here,” he leaned into your touch almost immediately when you reached out for him. His breath was shaky as you sat up, your lips ghosting against his before you whispered all while looking into his eyes. “let nee san show you how to do it...”

He did not react at first when you kissed him, your fingers threading into where the white met the red at the back of his head as you deepened the kiss. The little whimper he made when you moved his hand onto the side of your waist did something to you, and suddenly you wondered why you waited so long before doing this. 

You chuckled into his mouth when he clumsily held onto your jaw, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip before slipping past. You made sure to moan almost a bit exaggeratedly when you felt his hand running up your abdomen and stopping at your tits, pressing down encouragingly when he fondled with the soft mound. 

He got bolder and bolder as you replied to each miniature, the years of longing erupting in him as he gripped onto your thigh and hooked it at the side of his hip. You yelped at the sudden shake of your vision when he flipped you so that you were straddling his lap. You whimpered when you felt the hardness that was poking against you, his hand now sliding underneath your shirt to toy with your perked nipples as your hand planted firmly on hid toned stomach.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long...”

His breath was feverish on your skin when he peeled your shirt off, his lips latching onto your chest almost immediately once you were bare as his fingers dug deeper into your skin like he wanted to leave a bruise. You moaned when he flicked his tongue against the hard bud, licking and nibbling as he stared at your face while holding onto your ribcage. 

“Wanted to kiss you for so long...”

You mewled when he bit down a little too hard on your collarbone, his tongue swiping across the dents of the mark as his hand continued to knead your soft flesh. 

“Now you’re finally here- with me...”

A roll of his hips had his hard one pressing against your thinly covered pussy, the friction and the heat that was burning against you making you bit down on your lips to stop the moan from slipping past your lips. He gave a dissatisfied pinch to your breast when he saw the action, humming in content when the sudden shock of pain made you hiss.

“No, no, don’t hold it in,” his two toned eyes sent a chilling shiver down your spine as he glared at you in warning, one hand finding grip on the base of your thigh while the other slid into the band of your shorts before pulling it down the curve of your ass, “I want to hear every sound you makes while you get fuck by your little brother...”

His skin heated up when your face contorted together in pleasure when his hands gripped onto the cheeks of your ass and parted them roughly, the flesh jiggling when he released it from his hold with a pull. 

“Hm!” you whimpered when he felt his palm rubbing at your folds, the tip of his fingers pressing down on your clit before he dragged each digit up along your slit to gather the wetness that was starting to form from his stimulation. Your lips fell apart when he slipped the first finger in, then added another, and the third. He watched in amazement at each pull of the muscle of your face as he stretched you out around his slender fingers, feeling your cunt sucking him in as he slowly pumped them in and out of your hole.

It was almost unreal, the person that had lingered in his dreams for years on end now naked in his lap and moaning because of his fingers scissoring inside of her. His cock felt painful straining against his pants when you rolled your hips back, impatient for how he moved agonisingly slow inside of you in order to draw out each reaction you gave him. His chest swelled at the sight of you slamming yourself down on his fingers as you laid on his body, your hands gripping at the cotton of his shirt all while arching your ass up so he could rub every inch of your walls.

“You look so pretty fucking yourself on my fingers, nee san...” Shouto whispered against your lips, his free hand bringing you close to him to kiss your quivering lips as he crocked his fingers inside of you and ripping a sharp mewl from the back of your throat.

“Sho- Shoto-” the syllables of his name chocked out of your tongue that felt heavy in your mouth, your knees that prop you up on his lap feeling weak as you alternated the speed at which you threw yourself back at him to chase the tightening of your core.

The drop yanked you back by the seams when you were greeted with a sudden emptiness as you were close to snapping, a squeak spilled out from the back of your throat when you clenched around nothing. Your instinct was to press your legs together to stop the running arousal from dripping down your thighs from the flex of your walls but Shouto held you still with his hands, the wetness that was coating his fingers smearing over your skin as he brushed against your thighs before bringing them to his face.

Your face was burning when he moved his digits apart, showing you the string of your essence that was sticking to his skin before he brought it to his lips. Your stomach flipped when he darted his tongue out, licking his fingers clean like a kitten as he groaned.

“You taste so sweet...” he pulled you close to him like he wanted to give you a taste of it too, the saltiness of yourself tickling your cavity as his words were muffled by his lips on you, “I would have gotten a taste for myself directly much earlier if I knew this is how you taste, but right now...”

He brought your hand to his bulge, the hardness filling under your palm as you cupped his erection. Your hand wrapped around the base of his girth the moment you pulled it out of the band of his sweats and it pressed against his lower stomach, the vein that climbed up the side pulsing under your touch as you ran your finger along his cock. 

Your breath hitched at the back of your throat when he lifted you up, your cunt hovering above his tip as he muttered against your neck.

“I want to be in you, nee san.”

It took every fiber in your being to stop yourself from screaming out when he let go of you, slamming you down all the way until he was balls deep inside of you. He sighed at how warm you were all wrapped up around him, his arms snaking around your waist as he started bouncing you on his cock.

You scratched down on his chest through his shirt with each hilt of his length in you, your eyes pressing tightly into thin lines as you fought against the shocks that ran down your spine. He bit down on your skin in discontent, glaring at you like he was warning you to keep your focus on him as he railed in you.

It was fear that made your eyes snapped wide open when you heard a click of someone’s tongue from your back.

“Take this as a lesson to lock your door.” 

Shouto’s nails on your skin felt like they could draw blood when he shot up to see the grinning face of his eldest brother, his blood curling when you clamped down around him at a moment of panic. 

“Touya!"

He hated the way your eyes moved away from him onto the man leaning against the door, the name that wasn’t his sounding so breathless as it rolled off your tongue.

Touya had already gotten his fair share of your time, now he wanted to interrupt when it was finally his turn?

“Fuck off,” Shouto sneered but the other Todoroki only let out a dry chuckle at his defensive state as he walked towards where you were. His eyed you up and down, how tense you were as you froze under the intrusion evidential as the muscles of your legs pulled taut against your skin.

“Aw, don’t shut me out so quickly, I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” Touya mused, seeming to be egged on even more when he saw his brother tightening his hold on your hips when he shamelessly gripped himself on the crotch over his sweats. “You’re at it already,” you let out a soundless hiss when he pulled your head back just the way he liked it as he yanked his pants down, eyeing his little brother that was staring daggers at him out of the corner of his eyes as he pulled his cock out, “why not take another one?”

Almost like he was asserting his claim, Shouto snapped you out of your trance with a thrust up into your cunt. The sudden friction made your mouth fell apart as a moan was ripped from the back of your throat but it was quickly muffled into a gag when Touya took the chance to shove his cock in your mouth. He hardened and filled inside of you as he held your head still, pulling you to the side so that you were staring helplessly at the man who was slamming into you as he pushed his cock deep at the back of your throat with each surge of his hips.

This was nowhere near the same time Touya treated your mouth as nothing but another hole to fuck but the hilt of his tip at the back of your cavity still made your eyes tear up immediately as the burn settled into the pit of your stomach. Shouto did not give up easily, determined to make sure that his brother’s cock drilling in your mouth was not enough to divide your attention away from him as he threw you up and down on his length vigorously as the lewd squelches and slapping noises echoed off the walls. 

Touya’s laugh came out like a howl when he felt the vibrations of your moans around his girth, loving the way you had drool leaking from the corner of your lips as he gripped your head with both hands and pivoted in you. He was laughing, but the stare he cast his brother was no less competitive than the younger boy who was clearly not happy about sharing. 

The tension was thick in the air, like they were taking out whatever rivalry that had rooted between them out on you as they treated you like nothing but a toy that they could break if they fight over it hard enough. You had never seen Shouto this visibly angered before, his handsome face twisted together as the scowl tugging at his lips stayed permanent. Your muffled pants and gags as well as the sound of skin against skin was all that could be heard as the two men bared their teeth at each other, Touya in a menacing grin and Shouto like he was ready to tear the other’s smile off his face.

You felt like you were being pulled apart by the threads, with Touya pulling your hair until your scalp felt numb from the pain and Shouto digging his fingers in your ass a little bit too forcefully. The way Touya forced your face away was enough to get under his skin but Shouto could not look away as tears tainted your cheeks as his brother held you still at the base of his cock, your nose brushing against his pubic hair while your nostrails flared in a desperate attempt to breathe. Each thrust of his hips sent both cocks deeper inside you, the burn pulsing all through your body as your toes curled.

“Hnpm-”

“Go on,” Touya gave a tug at your scalp, pulling at the side of your eyes and forcing you to look right at Shouto, “stare into his eyes while you swallow my cum.”

And you did, the bitter and salty mixture pouring down your throat and almost scorching where it touched as you gulped down his load as he held you still, almost choking on your own spit as you stared at the younger boy from behind your glassy eyes. His pupils were blown out as he fixated on the sight of your throat bobbing and white leaking out of the corner of your lips which were wrapped around his brother’s cock, your jaw almost slack as Touya pulled out and pressed your jugulars tight to make sure you drank everything he had to give you.

You did not dare to move as Touya tucked his limp cock back into his pants, still smiling ear to ear before he turned around but not without throwing down another snarky remark.

“Treat her rougher,” his glance darted towards you for a second before looking back at his brother, “she likes it that way.”

The acidity welled up in your mouth as Shouto stayed put, the lack of even a sound or movement somehow stirring in your stomach until it was all tied up as a knot. Your skin felt clammy with your sweat when he shifted under you, his cock very much so still pressing hard against your gut as he moved and sending sparks all the way to the tip of your toes.

“Open your mouth."

His voice was scary calm as he commanded and you reacted before even processing his words. Shouto gripped onto your jaw, his teeth hurting from how hard he was clenching down as he looked at the trails of white along your chin and the residues of cum on your tongue. 

You shivered when something cold landed in your open mouth, a silver string connected his lips and dripping down your tongue.

“Swallow.”

The last bit of cum mixed together with his spit slid down your throat as you felt small under his gaze. It was like a switch was flipped inside of him when he slammed you on the bed, him now taking full control as he perched on top of you much like when he initially came onto you tonight and thrusting up hard, fast, deep into your cunt.

Your mind was too muddled for you to think straight at the shocks of electricity spiking across your skin when the tip of his cock rubbed along your walls furiously, your pants and moans coming out as slurred strings of incomprehensible noises. He sounded animalistic as his teeth graced past your pulse point at the side of his neck, the muscles in his stomach tensing up both from getting close to his edge and the scene from earlier of you getting face fucked by his brother right in front of his eyes replaying in his head again and again.

“When I’m done,” you could barely make out what he said as you slammed your head back, “my cock will be all you can think of- all you need...”

You whined when his cock sheathed against the spongey spot right below your pelvis, a sharp cramp creeping onto your legs that were already close to giving in at the melting pleasure. 

“I’ll fuck you again and again if that’s what it takes,” he grunted. 

Again and again, until all the traces of other people’s hand tainting your skin was wiped off with his mark instead.

“Starting-” his shoulders shook as his hips surged forward, his cock throbbing in you as he dipped his head down, your legs threw weakly around his waist as you felt the heat from his chest blazing against your skin.

“Now.”

You arched yourself off the mattress at the feeling of his cum filling you up, his body stiff on top of you as he pumped his load in you. He gripped onto your knees almost immediately when you wanted to put your legs down, giving a few more thrust before finally pulling out of you but still not letting go. 

He tried to go a few rounds more that night, but you managed to settle him at your side in your bed with a soft whine and your arms latching onto his waist tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

Shouto was the only person who had fallen asleep next to you of all the ones that had gotten into your bed at night, looking almost angelically serene as he drifted into slumber that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up even though the fear of someone catching him sneaking out at daybreak next morning scared you.

No one did, of course, and even if they do, they all did a very good job not saying a word about it.

-

Todoroki Fuyumi did nothing but furrow her eyebrows and sighed when she saw her own brother slipping out from your room at the crack of dawn, before going back to her normal day-to-day routine like she did not just witness the confirmation that she could no longer pretend she did not sense things stirring under the roof she called home as she did ever since you moved into the house.

If anyone asked, Fuyumi would be very honest with the fact that while less obvious about her dismay, she was about as keen on the prospect of a woman no one had met before marrying into the family and bringing an adult child with her as the rest of her siblings. The family was messed up enough as it was, no need to bring an outsider into the mix to further complicate the matter. There was also the convenient fact that the buffer period between her birth mother’s death and the announcement of the engagement was far too short for anyone’s comfort, and the speculation of an overlaps in the timeline where Enji started seeing his new wife while his now deceased wife was hanging onto the last breath of her life by a thread.

But she hid the urge to scrunch her face up the first time she met her new stepsister and stepmother and smiled, knowing full well that the others would take up the role of pushing you away until eventually you would have to break under their scrutinising gaze.

Fuyumi had always been the one trying to hold the family together, even if it meant turning a blind eye on the cracks that were starting to form.

The first siren call was when Touya came downstairs one morning acting like a completely different person around you then he was the night before. She felt her guts twisting together at how sickly sweet his voice was as he passed by you, his arms draping over your shoulder slightly before he slumped down on his own seat. Touya was supposed to be the one that was the least likely to wield out of the four, god knows how much of a tantrum he threw when he learnt of the engagement. Something must have happened over night for him to go from sneering at you to cooing at you in the matter of hours, and what the something might be was not a pleasant thing to guess around on.

Still, Fuyumi didn’t confront her brother on his strange antics. Even after she became rather certain on how accurate her guess was regarding your relationship as the bruises on your thigh and offhanded teases got more and more blatant each day. Touya had always been one to play around, she had sent many pretty young things off in the mornings when she came to the living room to find them sitting there with their clothes very wrinkled and legs very much so wobbling with each step. 

He was probably doing it as a protest like most other things he had done and it would take no time for him to get bored of you. 

But one morning turned into a week, and Todoroki Touya only seemed to grow closer and closer to you as each day passed.

Natsuo was much worse when it came to playing things off compared to his older brother and Fuyumi noticed almost immediately when he started getting involved with you too. It should not have come as a surprised, it certainly was not to her. Sentimentally, the two older Todoroki boys were often similar but expressing it in different ways. Fuyumi was aware of how a yearning for being needed was in place of his head where the desire for chaos was cemented in Touya’s. 

It took her a while to see how tightly you had Natsuo wrapped around your fingers, how he very much so ignored the way you amped up your helplessness and dependence when he was around that seemed almost painfully blatant to her. But it didn’t unsettle her as much as it did when the dynamic between you and the siblings switched the first time. If anything, this was the more logical progression. Natsuo had always been the more passive one with his attitude towards you, and him shifting stances would not do much to the scene.

It got harder and harder to bite on her tongue and stay quiet ever since she caught Shouto walking out of your room. She was the most concerned about the youngest Todoroki and his almost dangerous affection towards you. She had connected the dots herself after some baiting fished out that you two were already acquainted before the untimely marriage. She saw the way Shouto watched you with so much fever in his eyes when the other two even inched close to you, the unhidden teeth marks on your arms and legs almost too deliberate for her to not think too much about it. It was the self-righteousness of finally getting something that was lost, and Fuyumi found this one particular budding flame to burn hotter and more destructive than the rest.

You were playing a very dangerous game here, and she was the only one that was left out of it until right now.

Right now, it was a heavy silence in the room at the far end of the house where no one would go to. Fuyumi was sitting right opposite you, both of your postures looking extremely formal with your feet tucked under your legs, hands planed flat on both thighs as you waited for her to say something.

You had a dreadful feeling you knew what this was about when she asked you to go with her for something important with a face so expressionless it scared you.

She had not said a word after she motioned you to sit down on the tatami, looking blankly at the empty floor in front of you like she was deep in thought. All you could hear was the pounding in your eardrum and the steady breaths the left your own nostrils, your hands wanting to claw at the fabric of your shorts to ease the shaking nerves but your head fighting it back with an unwillingness to look like you did not have the upper hand.

You did not, and you were genuinely horrid by the direct confrontation that you did not have to go through with the rest of the family.

“I know you’re sleeping with my brothers.”

Her voice came out like the notes of a lullaby, ghosting in the air but knocking you right in the lungs. She said it like it was nothing but a trivial fact, not a question but a statement that she knew you could not deny.

Fuyumi looked right at you now, like she could see right through your soul and all the gears running in your head as they spun like mad while thoughts trampled your head. Her eyes were clear, so clear behind the frame of her glasses and at the moment you knew she did not leave room for you to lie or try to get your way out of it.

"I am,” you replied. 

It felt almost cathartic to say out loud. There was no need for you to pretend or lie or appease towards someone who already had your game figured out, and there was something about being on the same page that anchored you on your footing.

“Why?”

Yes, why?

“I need to find my place in this house,” you answered, feeling your mind go blank as you reached to the pit of your core and dragged out the words you were searching for, “and they wanted me.”

They wanted you.

You gave them what they wanted in exchange for what you needed, the simple equation that formed the beauty, the complexity and the rotting of human desires.

Your breathing shifted to go with her rhythm without even knowing as she sighed, long and shaky as she dropped her head.

She went into this with the determination that one way or another, she would get you to stop with whatever you were doing with her brothers so things would go back to normal once and for all without lingering glances and hints that weren’t so subtle and glares at the dining table, but now she wasn’t so determined anymore. Fuyumi now realised that things had never been normal, the cracks gad always been here and you simply found a way to slip through.

They wanted you, but what did she want? 

Todoroki Fuyumi was the one who desperately tried to hold the family together through the years when her siblings were deep in resentment and her father obsessed with making a legacy out of what was left, even if it took filling up the growing cracks bit by bit until she didn’t even know who she was doing it for anymore. 

If the cracks had managed to close because they all wanted the same thing, then so be it.

You did not flinch away when Fuyumi leaned forward, her lips stilled on yours as she held herself up with her palms on the floor. Her lips were cold, like the first rain drop that fell into the calm ocean before the surface started to ripple into many, many silver rings, until it melted into the heat on your skin and seeped right under.

You felt a tingle unlike any you had experienced when you snapped out of your shock and kissed her back, subtle closing and opening of lips turned into gentle nibbling as you gravitated towards her body. Her skin was so soft, and the way she held onto your jaw with the tips of her finger as she made you parted your mouth wider was almost tender in a way. 

You couldn’t stop the whimper from slipping out when she sucked on your tongue, hand placed at the base of your spine to press your body closer to hers. Her chest squished against yours and you whined when she shoved her knee between your legs. Her palm smoothed over your curves and down to the swell of your hips as she cradled your face, gripping on the doughy flesh encouragingly as she guided you to hump against her thigh. 

Her breath was shaky when she pulled away, the one drum in her heart particularly loud when her eyes landed on your misted stare behind hooded lids.

So this was why they were all so crazy about you.

One tilt of her head was enough of a sign as you latched onto her, your lips trailing along her exposed neck and down to the collar of her shirt. She sighed when you rolled it up from the hem, your hands cupping her tits before placing open kisses on the delicate skin. The way her skin flushed under your touch was an intoxicating sight and you found yourself wanting more as you pushed the cup of her bra down to wrap your lips around her nipple. It was the moan she made when you sucked on the bud that set you off, the way it hardened in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it had you bucking your hips against her legs uncontrollably. 

The saltiness that lingered on her skin provoked your senses as you trailed down, making sure to kiss every soft curve and dent of her body before settling at the waistband of her pants. Her legs were tight around your head when you pulled it down, the muscles of her thighs flexing when your mouth hovered right above her sex. She laid back to allow you better access and you could see her breasts heaving with each heavy exhale above you as she leaned against the tatami. You tested the waters with a kitten lick along her folds, getting a little bolder when her legs clenched around your shoulders and she let her head fell back with a hum. Her cunt clenched around nothing when you pulled away, the silver string of your saliva connecting her folds and your lips was sinful as you took in the clear essence that was starting to form. 

She mewled when you dipped back down, your hand kneading her soft thighs as your tongue parted her folds and savoured the taste of her arousal. Your finger brushed past her pubic hair as you pulled back the hood of her clit, the shudder of her legs hitting you in full force when you flicked your tongue against the engorged bud. Fuyumi brought her hand to the back of your head, her fingers lacing into your hair to shove your face closer against her pussy as she rolled her hips, pressing herself on your face for more friction.

Her lips fell open when you eased a finger into her tight hole, the velvet walls gushing with wetness sucking your digit in as you pumped it in her cunt. Toes curling under the pleasure when you added in another one while your lips focused on her clit.

“Hm- right there!” she panted when you scissored your fingers in her, stretching her out as you slurped up her juices that were trailing down your wrist and seeping with each flick of your wrist. You could feel her tightening around your fingers and you looked up only to feel a rush of heat down your core when you saw her face. 

Her glasses had fallen half way down the bridge of her nose, the lenses were not enough to hide her blown out pupils that were hazy with lust. A furious flush dusted across her cheek and reached the tip of her ear, plump lips parted as her tits bounced with each heave of her chest. Her throat bobbed when you arched your fingers inside of her, strumming along her clenching walls encouragingly as meek moans rolled off her tongue. 

The musky scent overwhelmed you when you sucked down hard on her clit, her legs kicking mid-air as a lewd moan rippled out from her lungs while you held her still. The pad of your fingers dragging along her insides rang tingles on her scalp as she came on your mouth, the squelch from her wet cunt loud in your ear when you pulled your hand away and earning you a whimper. 

Fuyumi’s vision was still clouded over by the aftershocks of her orgasm but she found herself unable to look away when you darted your tongue out to lick your fingers clean between her legs. The grip on your shoulder as she ushered you up was almost painful before it was replaced by the feeling of her fumbling hands trying to stripe you down, her whining into your mouth at the taste of her arousal on your tongue as she cupped your ass.

Your moan as she pulled you to straddle her thigh was muffled when she pushed your head down against her chest, the soft mounds pillowing you as she dug her fingers into your hips and pressed down. Your cunt throbbed when it rubbed against the smooth skin of her leg, the muscle beneath flexing and coaxing out numbing shivers along your spine. Your hands flew to find hold on her arm as she bounced the leg you were riding, your back arching and pushing you closer to her as your eyes shut tight. 

The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened with each drag of your folds along her thigh, feeling her hot skin under your touch as your hands roamed all over her body. Your breath fanned against her skin, each moan and pant rumbling against her in weak vibrations. She kept one arm around your waist as the other slid down her stomach and stopping at her slit. Every hair on her skin stood up at the sight of your shoulders tensing up, slipping her fingers in as the speed at which you rolled your hips against her flesh increased and setting a feverish pace like she was rushing to tip over.

You tried to follow the rhythm of her fingers jamming in her cunt with the thrust of your hips, your legs almost cramping up as your toes curled and uncurled. She thumped her leg up and down more vigorously as muscles pulled taut under her skin, fighting back the urge to roll her eyes back so she wouldn’t miss the miniatures on your expression as you came undone.

“Are you close?” she let out a hasty chuckle when you nodded rapidly, her hand that was on your torso gripping down encouragingly as she aimed her fingers at the spot that had shocks pulsing through her veins, “then cum on me- cum on nee chan-”

The band in you snapped at the coo, your nails leaving white lines on her skin as you scratched down. Your hips dragged sloppily along her skin as you rode out your high, lying weakly on her shoulder as you looked up at her. Fuyumi threw her head back as her arm tensed, the joint of her wrist popping out as a sharp moan spilled from her mouth. 

All that could be heard in the room was the pants that were under your ear as you leaned on her chest, the steady rise and fall under your cheek luring you into a state of serenity. A mellow heat slowly imploded from your core, spreading through your skin and planting at the back of your head. 

Fuyumi’s arm draped over your frame loosely, her breaths slowly calming down as she drummed a soothing rhythm against your skin, the tempo synching with the pounding under your ear.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the warmth seeped in, your shoulders almost weightless for the first time in a while.

So you closed your eyes, and listened to the steady beats of your sister’s heart, until you could hear nothing at all.

-

“Sometimes I feel bad for always leaving you at the house on your own.”

Your mother’s smile was apologetic as she rummaged her bag for her keys as she shoved her feet in her heels. You leaned against the frame of the door, tilting your head as you tap your feet against the ground.

“It’s alright, I have company around,” you said with a hum, “leave it, I’ll lock the door for you.”

Your mother paused, looking up from her bag with an almost sheepish sounding chuckle as you leaned over for the knob. She had been worried about whether you would get alienated by the Todoroki children when she married into the family, but it seemed like her worries were unneeded after all.

Sometimes she would walk in on you with the rest of Enji’s children and laugh to herself at how silly she was for even thinking that you would have an issue blending in.

You were a strong girl, you could always find a way to manage yourself through anything.

Your throat felt dry when your mother suddenly gripped your hands in her palm, the calloused pad of her fingers rubbing against your wrist as she looked at you, looking almost teary eyed as she shook her head with a laugh.

“I’m so glad that you are happy here,” she said, the wrinkles at the corner of her eye crinkling up as she smiled, “I really am.”

The tug at the corner of your lips felt almost stiff as you squeezed her hand, nodding to the way she shook your clasped hands like words could not do her thoughts justice. Her touch lingered, even after you gave her a light chuckle and reminded her that she would be late if she doesn’t head out soon. 

She gave you one last look before stepping out the door, the beaming grin on her face not once faltering before she was gone from your sight.

She did not need to know. You thought to yourself as you turned around, your hand rubbing at where your mother’s emotionally tight grip had left a warm sting on your skin as you headed back upstairs.

Your family was waiting for you, after all.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Walburga Comes for Dinner (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary:  Walburga comes for dinner and sees her children for the first time in a very long time. (goes with the Dinner with the Dursleys and Tuesday night dinner one shot...see below for links)

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T

Dinner with the Dursleys 

Tuesday Night Dinners 

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This will be interesting…

That was the thought that went through your mind when Regulus stepped through the front door after a long day at work. Joanna immediately waddled over to her father, hopping up and down screaming “daddy” until he was able to get his coat off and pay attention to the child.

“Good, Joanna. Get him buttered up.”

You thought as Regulus came into the kitchen snuggling his face against Joanna’s head.

“You look pretty, darling.’’

Regulus commented, looking you over. He was ready for nothing more than a quiet Thursday night. By quiet this meant having dinner, giving Joanna a bath, getting the child in bed without her needing twenty hugs while making Regulus look for a random spider under her bed that she was convinced would eat her toes, and alone time with you. People at the Ministry were driving him batty and Regulus didn’t have the patience for any calamities that night.

“I’m pretty too.”

Joanna said in an extra sassy tone that earned a smile from Regulus.

“Of course you are love. You’re the prettiest little girl ever. Why don’t you go play with your dollhouse?”

Joanna, appeased with Regulus’ comment, didn't fuss when he put her down. She toddled off. Regulus waited until Joanna was quietly amused before wrapping his arms around you.

“Now, as I was saying, you look beyond pretty...absolutely ravishing is more like it.”

You relaxed in Regulus’ arms enjoying the moment of quiet uninterrupted alone time. As much as you didn’t want to, you knew that you had to break the news to him.

“Guess who is coming to dinner?”

“Merlin, I don’t feel like entertaining.”

Regulus groaned. You had expected this reaction. Things were only about to get more interesting.

“It’s your mother.”

Regulus’ mouth dropped. He hadn’t seen his mother in ages. She wasn’t there when Joanna was born or through your pregnancy. Walburga had sworn that she would never speak to Regulus as long as he was married to “that mudblood girl.” Regulus was just fine with his mother’s promise. He had no use for the woman if she was going to insult his wife. All Regulus needed to be happy was Joanna and yourself. Walburga no longer fit into the equation of his life. When Regulus stopped believing in the “Black family way” he realized how messed up everything truly was.

“Why?”

Regulus said, crossing his arms over his chest. You put down the bowl that you were holding. To say that you were looking forward to meeting Walburga was a far stretch. You would much rather it be your mother and father coming for dinner.

“She wants to see you. I suppose she’s feeling guilty about not seeing Joanna yet. Maybe she even feels a bit guilty because she is getting old and has no son to look after her now that your father is dead.”

Regulus mumbled something under his breath before going off to search for the bottle of fire whiskey. He needed some liquid motivation if his mother was going to be stepping foot inside of his home.

“She can go to a home for the elderly. I am not looking after her. I was the good son long enough.”

Regulus commented before smiling coldly.

“Watch this.”

He said before picking up the muggle telephone and calling Sirius. You had picked up your teacup and were keeping an eye on your husband. He was up to something and you had a sneaking suspicion on what he was going to do

“Hey, it's me. Want to come over for dinner?I know you never wait for an invitation. See you at six.”

Regulus hung up the phone before grinning at you.

“He can’t wait to see his mother.”

You shook your head. Now things were about to be a shit show.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Regulus stood up knowing who that was. Walburga fucking Black was back to ruin his life and cause problems.

“I’ll get it, love.”

He commented before going to the door. Walburga stood on the other side with her usual snobby expression. She forced a smile as she looked at her youngest son. Regulus was handsome and well put together as always.

“Regulus.”

“Mother.”

Regulus kept his tone cold and icy. Walburga expected Regulus’ off-putting and unfriendly attitude. She assumed that he was still angry over her calling you mudblood. In Walburga’s mind, she was correct. Her “darling boy” married a less than desirable woman and this seemed to wedge between the two.

“Come in.”

Regulus said, keeping his eyes locked Walburga’s unfriendly face. He reached out and stopped her before she was able to get too far inside.

“I’m warning you now. If you are the least bit rude to my family, I will not hesitate to throw you out.”

Walburga glared at him. She wanted nothing more than to throw a few nasty mudblood comments out but decided if she didn’t want to die alone it would be in her best interest to be decent.

“I understand.”

Walburga looked around the homey living room. The house was very nice. Clearly, Regulus was doing well for his family.

“Daddy, come play with me.”

Walburga’s head snapped up the moment she heard the little voice that she had been wanting to hear for some time. She would never admit it but she had wanted to see her granddaughter from the time that the birth announcement came in the mail. Walburga had sent Joanna an “add-a-pearl” necklace as a way to say “welcome to the world” and that was that.

Regulus never took the time to send Walburga a photo or anything. Now before her stood the most lovely child that she had ever seen (with the exception of Regulus, of course).

Walburga watched as Regulus bent down to pick the little girl up. Joanna’s raven curls wildly fell down her back as she pressed her face into her father’s cheek. It wasn’t until Joanna pulled away from cuddling Regulus did she notice the new face in the room. She looked at Walburga carefully. Clearly, the little girl was well versed in “not talking to strangers.”

“Joanna, this is your grandma.”

Walbruga forced a small smile as Joanna put her head on Regulus’ shoulder.

She’s shy...just like he used to be.

Watching Regulus with Joanna, made Walburga’s heartache. Had she really lost so much time with her own son? While Walburga had wanted no part of being a mother originally, after losing Sirius then Regulus walking away for a muggle-born she realized how much that she actually loved her children.

“You can sit down, mother. I’m going to check on Y/n.”

Walburga immediately did as her son said as Regulus sat Joanna down.

“Keep grandma company.”

Regulus said softly. Part of him was screaming about leaving his darling baby alone with the hateful old woman but he knew Joanna would cause Walburga more annoyance. That in itself would be amusing enough. Besides, from his place in the kitchen door, Regulus could see the two perfectly.

You had just pulled the ham out of the oven when Regulus stepped into the room.

“Everything okay?”

You questioned. Regulus shrugged.

“She just walked in the door and I already feel like the love has been sucked out of me.”

You put the oven mitts down and wrapped your arms around Regulus’ shoulders. Kissing him softly, you chose to ignore Walburga who was watching the whole thing.

“I’ll suck something else out of you later.”

You said in a low suggestive tone. Regulus slightly blushed to know exactly what you meant and he would argue.

“That sounds tempting. We can throw her out, put the baby in bed, and have all evening alone.”

Before you could respond the back door opened and closed. Sirius stepped into the kitchen and smirked looking at Regulus and yourself.

“It's a wonder I only have one niece. The way you two snog there should be three or four kids running around here.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“One is enough. What about your love life?”

Sirius’ amused expression faded.

“Moony can’t get pregnant.”

Regulus put a hand over his face while you quietly laughed.

“How are we related?”

Regulus questioned as Sirius moved to go into the living room to see what his precious little niece was up to. He froze the moment that he saw the biggest demon from hell parked on his little brother’s couch talking to Joanna.

“Oh hell no.”

Sirius snapped before turning to make a line for the door but was stopped when Regulus brought him to the ground.

“If I’m stuck with her then you should be too.”

Sirius fought the urge to scream.

“You’re just evil!”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Both Sirius and Regulus got off of the kitchen floor as Walburga came in. Her cold grey eyes locked on her eldest son. The disappointment returned in full force as she looked between both Sirius and Regulus. While Regulus was dressed in a nice suit, Sirius looked like he had just gotten out of bed in tight clothing that he had worn for a few days.

“Sirius.”

“Walburga.”

Sirius decided not to call her “mum” to antagonize her. Regulus fought the urge to put a hand over his face as he remembered you standing beside him.

“Mum, this is my Y/n.”

Walburga’s vulture-like gaze turned to you.

So this is the girl that stole my baby from me.

Walburga thought before muttering a quiet and unfriendly hello. You only nodded. It was probably best that you kept your mouth shut. You were afraid that you would start going off on the woman for the way that she did both of her sons.

“Uncle Siri!”

Sirius had to tear himself away from watching you plot evilly as Joanna came running to him holding her hands out. He quickly reached down and scooped Joanna up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Jojo, where have you been all of my life?”

“In the living room. Did you bring me my pony?”

Sirius laughed as Regulus immediately started shaking his head.

“Do you want your daddy to kill me?”

“No, daddy wouldn't notice it if you stuck it in the back garden and tied it to a bush.”

Joanna commented, adding a sneaky little blink. Sirius laughed again.

“First things first, sugar, your daddy is standing right over there and can hear. Let's get you ready to eat.”

Dinner started off smoothly. You tried to speak quietly to Walburga but were only getting one or two-word responses. If you needed any more proof that your mother-in-law didn’t like you...this was it. You could feel Regulus tense beside you.

“It's okay, love.”

You whispered quietly as Sirius leaned back in his chair. He gave you an eyebrow wiggle before speaking.

“So, mum, what got you out of the stone-cold manor? Did you get that steak out of your heart finally? You have surely missed a lot of Joanna’s life...although she doesn't look very concerned.”

Joanna was happily ignoring everyone and nibbling on her little plate of noodles. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that was going on around her.

“That’s very amusing, Sirius. I thought that the two of you should know that I am remarrying.”

Both Regulus and Sirius dropped their forks as your eyes rolled up, clearly shocked.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius started laughing so hard that he had to put his head down.

“Is the guy desperate or already on the verge of death? Did you meet him on evil witch weekly’s personal page?”

Walburga frowned. This was clearly not the reaction that she expected. She had planned on Regulus being a little more supportive than her elder son.

“You’re not funny, Sirius. I decided to meet someone who enjoys my company?”

Sirius snorted.

“Does he enjoy you smacking him around or just ignoring him like you did dad?”

Walburga put her fork down.

“Regulus, do you have anything to say?”

Regulus chuckled. This whole situation was completely ludicrous.

“I thought that you only loved yourself.”

Walburga stood up and threw her napkin down on the table.

“I thought that I would get some support from my son. I didn’t come here to be made a fool.”

Walburga turned and stormed from the house without another word. Joanna was the next to speak.

“Granny needs a nap.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to take his plate to the sink.

“Sure does, Jojo, a nice nap in a big wooden box...six feet under. Who wants cake?”

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[vickylamore]

Little Protective Boy

Summary: Jungkook is caring— overprotective and nearly always gets his way— but caring. Although, it takes one comment to ruin your entire day and it's even worse when you have to see him for hours on end. Everything will work out in the end though... maybe, I don't know. Requested? Yes! WC - 2k Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x F! Reader Genre - Fluff, slight Angst

It was stupid, in fact, he was stupid. There’s no way he meant it but there’s no way you were going to let it go because it still hurt. Plus, your own pettiness wouldn’t let you.

So, as you walked into the building and passed by the reception without saying a word, the staff already knew something was up. It was just a quick glance at your posture and the way your eyes occasionally flicked towards the ground to avoid eye contact with anyone made it all the more clear that you were upset.

Even when your favourite elevator song played as you stepped in, the smallest smile didn’t crack your lips and you looked straight ahead, bored out of your mind. Although your eyes remained focused on the elevator shutter forward, your mind was elsewhere.

Jeon Jungkook might be the best and worst man to come into your life, dismantle your career and turn your love life into havoc. Tall, handsome and charming man but also possessive, overprotective, and a total asshole most of the time. It’s always his way, we always have to listen to him otherwise the house will be turned upside down and graves will fill themselves with carcasses.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as soon as the elevator opened again and walked out, passing the other staff members around you. Soft clicks lingered through the long hallways and when you finally reached one of the largest rooms on the floor, you took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Again, the argument was stupid. It all started this morning when you told him you had a recording session after his own with some of the trainees that might debut later on in the year. It was okay, he was fine with it until you said the name of one of the male trainees who has been hitting on you since you’ve worked for Big Hit, a whopping five years. And suddenly, the man stopped drinking his coffee and stared at you like you were crazy. It only got worse when you justified that it was only for work, like it always been. Then, it ended up with a screaming match that only made you think that he didn’t trust you or had very little faith that you could handle yourself to the best of your abilities. You walked away from the argument, telling him to hurry up and get in the car. Again, it was fine just until he had to open his mouth and affirm his point as if it didn’t pass through the first time. “Boys will be boys, you can’t protect yourself against them.”

Was he being overprotective and maybe had good intentions? Yeah, maybe. But the way he voiced it irked you to no end. One moment, you were in the passenger seat and the next, you were out of his car and walked your way to the studio by yourself, at nine in the morning, while your boyfriend asked you to get back in the car.

“How long are you going to play with those keys?”

“Until he gets here so we can start.” You rolled your eyes at Taehyung’s questions, playing a few chords on the keyboard to registered the melody in your head again. Taehyung glanced at Namjoon, who only shrugged then proceeded to look at Yoongi, who then proceeded to roll his eyes but didn’t say anything.

It’s been ten minutes since you got to the studio, the boys getting in a few minutes after you, Yoongi and Jimin being the first inside. The only thing you’ve said was morning and they haven’t heard you talk since. Naturally being closest with Yoongi because you both are producers, he was basically peer-pressured into asking what was wrong because five pairs of eyeballs stared at him expectantly.

Yoongi sighed, “where’s Jungkook?”

“I don’t know,” you said, playing the last few chords and changing the pitch of the system, “I don’t really care.”

Hoseok blinked longingly, looking between both you and the second eldest before chuckling under his breath, “what did he say this time?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you got up and settled yourself in the chair in front of the booth, turning on the panel. “Ask him when he gets here.”

Sure enough, Jungkook slowly opened the door and doesn’t say anything as he drops his bag on the couch and immediately enters the booth without a word, without even a glance at you. The guys raise their eyebrows but don’t say anything and watch as their youngest slips the headphones on, a troubled expression on his face.

You sighed and turned around, annoyance covering every bit of your face. “If I hear any of you comment about what happened, I’m literally going to walk out the door.”

You couldn’t, and they knew that but Jungkook didn’t. He didn’t even know what you said, he just cleared his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose as you turned back around.

Leaning forward, you press the mic button, “alright, we’re starting with the chorus as your voice will be lead and then we’ll—”

“I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes as soon as he turned to face you, the words still ringing in your head. I’m sorry, he says, I’m sorry, he says but is he actually? You opened your eyes and spoke in the mic again.

“Jungkook, we’re at work. We can do this later.”

“You won’t listen to me later.” He isn’t wrong. “Look, what I said was stupid and I shouldn’t have said it—”

“Yeah,” your lips were now pressed into a thin line. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

“What did he say?”

A yelp escaped Jimin’s mouth as Jin replied, “not now.”

Jungkook looked pleadingly at his bandmates then back to you, he took off his headphones and fully turned facing the glass window. “I shouldn’t have said it and it’s been bugging me and I can’t concentrate if you’re mad at me and I’m really sorry—”

“(Y/n),” whispered Namjoon, “he won't quit rambling if you don’t say something.”

You only sighed and clicked the mic button, “Jungkook.” The other stopped talking. “I’m not doing this with you right now.” His face dropped in the slightest but then nodded, slipping the headphones back on. You sighed again before you continued. “I understand that you want to protect me but I can take care of myself.”

“But—”

“The chorus,” you cut him off, eyeing him down. “Let’s start with the chorus.”

The guys behind you didn’t say anything and watched as the youngest nodded, clearing his throat. You turned up the music and leaned forward to access the panel, ignoring the stares behind your back and an upset boyfriend.

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It was early afternoon when you finished recording the last few harmonies. The rest of the guys were already gone since they finished their parts for the day. You tinkered with the program you were using, moving various voice clips so they’d be aligned with one another. You glanced back at the last man in the booth before asking, “ready?”

Jungkook nodded and opened his mouth to start, but stopped for a moment. You paused the music and looked back. “What?”

“Are we not going to talk about it?”

You let out a scoff, “I said, I’m not doing this with you at work.”

“Hyungs are gone,” he argued, slipping off the headphones, “there’s no one here but us.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked and leaned back in the chair, making sure your mic is still on. “What am I supposed to say? I get that you care, I really do but you can’t control who I meet up with, especially for work!”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, “I was warning you about him, that’s all.”

“And I get that, I do,” you sighed, “but it doesn’t mean you have to force your rules on me.”

It was now Jungkook’s time to scoff, “I’m not forcing any rules or implying anything.” His once stressed face turned soft, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’m not always around and people can be really… disgusting and mean and I don’t want you to feel like your alone.”

Your expression softened at how vulnerable he looked right now. Maybe his methods weren’t the best but he truly meant no harm. Even if Jungkook always wanted things to be his way, he does it with the right intentions. Should it always be like this? Of course not, there should always be à mutual agreement between the both of you, but you can’t blame him now. Fame, publicity and rumours could ruin your relationship, not to mention that people will take advantage of both of you for whatever reason.

You closed the program you were using then proceeded to speak into the mic, “come on.” You sent him a small smile. “We’re done for the day.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to take his headphones fully off and walk out of the booth. He stood, pressed against the door as you turned off the electronic instruments and computer as well as the panel before turning towards him.

A silence fell in the room, neither of you uttered a single word. It wasn’t awkward nor was it comfortable, you just stood in the lighted room, staring at each other. With a sigh, you walked towards him and brought him into a hug, at which he melted in right away.

“Thank you for caring for me,” you whispered in his ear, “I understand everything, you know? Just— just try to be more open about how I feel, okay?”

He nodded his head, his chin buried in the crook of your neck. “Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you said immediately, “you had your reasons to be upset and I had mine. We both understand why the other was upset, so let’s fix it, okay.”

He nodded again before burying his head in your neck and let out a small chuckle, “you’re warm… and you smell good too.”

A giggle left your mouth as you tried pushing him away, but he just got clingier and put his entire weight on you. “Jungkook, come on,” you said with a fit of giggles, “you’re going to make us both fall.”

“I’ll catch you.”

“Not if you’re on top of me.”

Another fit of giggles echoed through the room/ The once cold and stressed expressions were now replaced with smiles and glowing eyes. You might have your differences but you mean the best for one another. And again, you were reminded that your boyfriend was the little protective boy you grew to love.

[walkerwords]

“Hold On” Rick Grimes & Daughter!Reader

GIF CREDIT: http://gph.is/2yDy2U6

Request from @joelsheartache:  I'd like to request a Rick x daughter!reader. The reader it shot instead of Olivia, but instead of a head shot it's in her abdomen but the shot is still fatal. Rick tries to stop the blood flow and says things along the lines of "You're gonna be okay, baby girl! You just have to focus on me! No, no, y/n, keep your eyes open!" You can decide if she lives or not! This may not be the best request, but I really liked the idea!

Word Count: 3635

Warning: Major Angst

Song I Wrote To: “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet

Note: Oof this was a request that I was both excited and stressed to write. I hope you like it

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When you discovered your brother was missing, you knew exactly where he had gone. 

You knew Carl wanted to kill Negan and you knew that he had been becoming more reckless since everything had happened at Terminus. Then, when Negan had killed Glenn and Abraham in front of him, Michonne had told you that something had shifted in your younger brother’s eyes.

You hadn’t been there when the Saviors had taken your people and killed your friends, but when they had returned and your father, Rick, came to find you, he hadn’t hesitated to take you in his arms and make sure that you were still there, that you were still alive. 

You were his eldest and whenever he wasn’t home, you were the one who wanted to look after your little sister. However, seeing how broken they all looked, a part of you wished you would have been there. Maybe you would have been able to stop Negan or at least stop him from taking Daryl. 

Living with Negan’s boot on your necks was horrible. Every day you woke up and you didn’t know what was going to happen. While you were used to that due to the new world, this was a new kind of danger and one your father was determined to keep you and your siblings from. 

That is until Carl decided to go all lone-wolf and test your patience.

The next time you saw your brother he was being led back through Alexandria by Negan himself. You were helping Gabriel in the pantry when they had arrived. Rage entered your chest as you saw the murderer walking alongside Carl, but when you saw where they were headed, that was when you nearly ran after them. However, Gabriel had grabbed your arm, shaking his head. 

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Remember what Rick said. Carl won’t let him hurt her and I don’t believe Negan would harm a child.” 

“He threatened to make my dad cut off his own son’s arm, Father,” you spat, staring after them. 

“But he didn’t and I don’t know what happened with Carl, but he is still alive and looks unharmed. We have to trust that he will be safe.” You pushed away from him.

“Nobody is safe anymore,” you had told him, “and if he touches a hair on Judith’s head, I’m going to kill him.” 

The rule that your dad had given you was simple: don’t let people know you were his daughter. At least, not his enemies’. You looked more like your grandparents than your parents and your Uncle Shane had once said that you could pass for Lori’s sister rather than her daughter which had come in handy at times.

Especially when Gareth hadn’t targeted you when he had attacked the church and so you were able to get a jump on him before your father had brought the machete down. 

You kept out of Negan’s way for as long as possible until the moment arrived when Spencer Monroe decided to make an appearance. You never liked Spencer, nobody in your family did. He was proud, arrogant, and he had been stuck in Alexandria for way too long. He was a child trying to be a man and you were done with his high and mighty attitude. 

When the moron had invited Negan to drink and play pool out in the street, that was when you had finally approached him and the others. Your brother was standing on the porch next to Olivia when you walked over. His eyes met yours and he shook his head, but you ignored him, planting yourself on the grass below him, crossing your arms. 

You watched as Spencer tried to convince Negan to work alongside him instead of your father and you had to keep reminding yourself to stay calm. Rick and Aaron were on their way back. It was only a matter of time before they came home. You knew that was what Negan was waiting for, the opportunity to rub it in your dad’s face that Carl had been returned safely. 

As you thought about all the ways you could potentially slit Negan’s throat, a cry of alarm brought you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Spencer hunched over and in Negan’s hand was a blade dripping in blood. He was smiling as Spencer’s guts spilled from his abdomen. Monroe collapsed to the ground as his intestines slipped through his fingers.

Negan went to make some kind of speech when Rosita pulled a gun from the back of her pants. You barely had a second to stop her before she aimed and fired at Negan. You froze, waiting for his body to drop, but the bullet had hit his bat instead. 

“Shit! What the shit!” Negan bellowed as Rosita looked at him in utter shock. The next second, one of Negan’s lieutenants slammed Rosita into the pavement, holding her down by her throat. “Shit! You just‒ You tried to kill me!? You shot Lucille!” he screamed. Rosita sneered at him from the ground. 

“She got in the way,” she growled. Negan, fuming, turned Lucille to observe the slug that now marred her smooth surface.

“What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin', but you showed some real ingenuity here,” Negan spat and then gestured to the woman that held your friend down. “Arat, move that knife up on that girl's face.” Rosita squirmed under Arat, but held her tongue. “Lucille's beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?! Unless... Unless you tell me who made this.”

“It was me!” Rosita yelled from the ground. “I made it.”

“You see, now I just think you're lying. And you lying to me now? Such a shame. Arat's gonna have to cut up that pretty face,” Arat pressed the knife against Rosita’s cheek. “One more try.” Rosita remained silent.

“Oh! You are such a badass! Fine. Have it your way. Arat…, Negan paused as he lazily looked around the group that had gathered. “Kill somebody,” he finished and Rosita yelled, trying to shove Arat off of her. 

“No. It was me!” she tried again, but it was too late. In a single move, Arat spun on her knee, pulled her gun, and squeezed the trigger.

The next thing you heard wasn’t the gunshot, but the sound of your younger brother screaming as heat rushed into your abdomen.

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“No!” Carl screamed and Olivia watched in horror as you collapsed to the ground. 

Carl vaulted over the railing and slid to your side. “Oh god,” he said, trying to figure out where to put his hands, but there was already too much blood. You stared up at him, trying to figure why he looked so stressed, and when you looked down at yourself and saw the blood, the wound, terror entered your mind.

Not like this. 

From down the road came two people, running as fast as they could. Rick nearly dragged Aaron who looked to be beaten. When Rick had gotten to the group, both Tobin and Eugene tried to stop him.

“Rick, stop!” Gabriel said, trying to hide you from view. Rick pushed against the men that held him, handing Aaron over to Tara and Scott. When Gabriel tried to stop him again, Rick shoved him out of the way. 

And then, he saw you. 

It was like Lori all over again. He walked forward before his knees gave out and Tobin had to catch him again. Carl looked up at his father, tears already flowing from his left eye. “No!” Rick cried, agony soaking his voice. 

“Damn!” Negan said, “someone was popular.” 

“She’s Rick’s daughter!” Rosita snapped at Negan, getting her voice back as the cut on her face bled. Lucille went from his shoulder to down by his side in a single movement at her words and then Negan took a step back, his face full of shock. 

Rick nearly crawled to you, forcing himself to be by your side. His eyes widened as he took in your condition. You knew what he was seeing, there was too much blood. There wasn’t anything anyone could do. Rick was shaking as he knelt in the grass.  “No, no, no, dammit, please (Y/N), not like this, sweetheart,” Rick pleaded. 

“(Y/N),” Carl choked out, trying to get you to look at him. 

“No, I promised her,” Rick cried. “I promised Lori I would keep you safe! All three of you, I was supposed to protect all three of you…” Weak, you reached for your dad, sliding your hand up his face to feel the stubble that you loved so much. Blood smeared along his cheek as you tried to memorize the feel.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. 

“She’s only seventeen!” Gabriel hollered, turning his attention to Negan. You were only a year and a half older than Carl and while the two of you had grown up together, you had always felt responsible for him and now as you began to not feel the pain, all you could think of was how you didn’t want to leave him. 

“Dammit, Arat! What the fuck!” Negan yelled, approaching her. 

“You said to kill someone,” Arat argued, but Negan wasn’t hearing it. He grabbed her by her arm and hauled her up. 

“Not a fucking kid,” Negan snarled and then he threw her to his men. “Take her back to the Sanctuary. I’ll deal with her later.” As Saviors took care of their comrade, Negan turned back to you and your family.

Your father was leaning over you, brushing the hair from your face. Lifting your hand towards your brother, you ran it along the side of his face. Carl leaned into your touch, his best friend. You tried to wipe the tears that flowed down his cheek, but you could barely keep your arm up.

“You’re gonna be okay,” your dad said, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your hand, but you were shaking your head. 

“No, I’m not,” you said with a weak cough. “I’m so sorry dad,” you told him, tears falling from your own eyes. “I promised not... to go… near him.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Rick said. “Don’t apologize.” You began to cry more as the coldness seeped into your limbs. 

“Dad,” you whispered, “daddy, don’t let me...don’t let me turn.” Rick’s eyes closed as his sobs took over him. “Promise me,” you finished. 

“I promise, but you have to keep your eyes open for me. Don’t give up...” Rick pleaded and then you looked at your brother, your breathing labored as you mustered up the strength to look him in the eye. 

“Tell Judith...Carl, you need to tell her…” you tried to finish, but Carl was already nodding. 

“I will, (Y/N/N), I’ll tell her,” Carl promised.

“I love you both so much,” you said. “Michonne and Carol too and...Greene,” you said, not wanting to say Maggie’s name, not even then. “Tell them please.”

“We will,” Rick promised. “I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Carl cried. “I’m sorry I snuck out to go there.” You shook your head, silently begging him to not blame himself. “I love you.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you nodded quickly.

You didn’t try to stop the tears now as they came at full force. You had thought about dying since the beginning of the outbreak. It was hard not too. You had seen so much death already, but you never imagined this is how you would meet your end. 

With a deep breath, you turned your eyes to Negan, the only person who would be able to deliver your final message. Negan looked at you, bleeding and broken and he wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

“You,” you said hoarsely, “you need to tell Daryl that I meant it. Tell him I meant it. He’ll know,” you said and then with a cough, blood sprayed from your lips. As you stared up at the sky, your father turned his eyes to his enemy and they were as empty as he felt. 

Negan’s eyes went from your father’s face to the hatchet at Rick’s hip. His hand curled around the handle, red entering those bright blue eyes of his. Negan looked as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Grimes leaning over his dying child had shut him up immediately. 

Your father and brother held onto you as you lay in the grass of the front yard. There had been times that you thought you were going to die. The first time was when the farm was overrun, the second was when a Walker had nearly killed you while you were out on a run with Daryl at the prison, and the last time had been at Terminus. 

You thought you would be ready, but you weren’t. You didn’t want to die and you just knew that your father would stop at nothing to avenge your death and that was something that you dreaded, but you also knew nothing would stop him. Not Michonne, not Carl, and not even himself. 

Your grip loosened on your father and brother as you grew more tired. You didn’t know what would be on the other side. Perhaps there wasn’t anything anymore, but there was one person you were hoping to see and that was your mother. 

All you wanted was your mom. 

As darkness filled your vision, you imagined Lori reaching her hand toward you and with a small smile, you took your final breath. 

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Tara was the first one to crumble. 

“(Y/N)!” she cried as Eugene caught hold of her, keeping her upright. Your best friend tried to get to you, but Porter made sure to keep her steady and in his arms. Rosita cried on the ground, guilt wracking her body as Gabriel stood by, saying a silent prayer for you. Carl stared down at you, your vacant eyes pointed at the heavens. He gently reached over and closed them, brushing his hand across your face. 

“Rick,” Negan tried, but Grimes was frozen in shock. Instead, Carl was the one to answer the killer before him. Carl stood and slowly faced Negan, creating a barrier between you and the enemy. 

“You killed my sister,” Carl said, tilting his head that was very much his father. Negan tried to speak, but Carl shook his head.  “Get out, Negan,” Carl said between his teeth, his hand reaching for a gun that wasn’t there, “before I do kill you and trust me I’ll do it with my bare hands.”

The look on the teen’s face told him everything he needed to know, but before Negan could react, Michonne came running down the street, her katana swinging behind her back. 

Everyone stepped aside as she ran towards you and her family. When she saw your body, Michonne’s eyes widened and then she ran to your side. “Oh, my girl,” Michonne said, gently, laying her shaking hand over your heart tears springing up behind her dark eyes.

Rick didn’t say anything as he reached over and took Michonne’s other hand, something he never did in front of outsiders. Michonne turned to the man she loved and pressed a kiss to his head as he leaned into her. 

Then, because he knew that there wasn’t an infinite amount of time, Rick drew his knife, turning it over in his hand. Michonne lowered the blade, not wanting him to do it. He didn’t need to be the one to do it. Instead, Aaron staggered forward and opened his palm, ready to take the burden from the Grimes’ family just as they would do for him. 

Michonne passed the knife to their friend as he kneeled down and turned your head to the side. Michonne buried her head into Rick’s shoulder as Aaron severed your brainstem and shoved the blade into your skull, placing you at rest for a final time. 

Carl continued to act as a barrier between you and the Saviors, allowing your father and the woman who had become like a mother to you, say goodbye. Carl, who was still crying, never wavered. 

“We’re leaving,” Negan announced and slowly the Saviors turned on their heels and walked back down the road, but not before Negan plunged his knife into Spencer’s skull, finishing him as he had begun moving once again. 

Scott, Tobin, and a grief-stricken Tara followed the Saviors out of Alexandria, slamming the gate behind them. In the distance, Tara could hear the wails of Rick, Carl, and Michonne as they cried for their daughter and sister who was stolen from them.

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It was well into the evening when you and Spencer were buried. 

It was agreed that Spencer would be buried next to Deanna and you, next to the flower bed. A part of Rick wished he could have taken your body to Hilltop to bury you with Glenn, but he knew he had to keep Maggie safe and not draw attention to the other community. 

Rosita had taken a car with Eugene to inform Maggie, Sasha, and Jesus of what had happened to you. Rick knew how much Maggie loved you and he dreaded to know how she reacted to the news. 

In the light of the moon, Carl, Michonne, and Rick knelt at your grave. Judith sat nearby, unaware that her sister was now gone forever. In her small hands was a bracelet that you had always worn, one she liked to play with. Carl had given it to her just before Gabriel had helped lower you into the ground. 

It was silent before commotion drew the Grimes’ family out of their thoughts. From behind a house, Tara appeared, out of breath with wide eyes.

“What is it?” Michonne asked, but Tara was just shaking her head. Rick and Michonne glanced at each other before getting to their feet and following Tara who was gesturing them to follow her. 

Carl stayed with Judith while Rick and Michonne made their way to the gate. What they saw, or rather, who, had Rick running at top speed. Leaning against Eric, bloody and beaten, but alive, was Daryl.

Rick ran to him, halting right before he plowed into the archer. Daryl squeezed Eric’s arm and promised him that he was good. Eric nodded and then left the brothers alone. “Daryl?” Rick asked, completely in shock. 

“Son of a bitch let me go,” Daryl explained, shaking his dirty hair out of his face. “Just walked into my cell, dragged me out, threw me in a truck, and dropped me a half mile that way,” he said, pointing over his shoulder.

Rick was trying to understand Negan’s reasoning, but all he could think about was the fact that Daryl was home and no longer in his enemies clutches. “He lyin’ about (Y/N)?” Daryl asked and Rick shook his head. 

Daryl didn’t hesitate any longer. He walked forward and took his brother into his arms. Rick collapsed against him, careful of his injuries. He clutched at Daryl’s back as the latter shook from emotion as well.

Daryl remembered when he had first met you. You were strong for a kid who had just seen the world burn and he liked you immediately. Then, you had met Beth on the farm and the two of you had been inseparable. He remembered how broken you were after her death and how you worked to overcome it, getting closer to Tara and your brother. 

He couldn’t even begin to imagine you lying in the ground, still and cold. Michonne approached Daryl next and kissed him on the cheek as he held her, feeling her grief as well. The three warriors leaned on each other as they felt your loss and then, eventually, Daryl needed to see you.

-----

Michonne and Carl gave Daryl and Rick a moment by your grave. There was a simple marker and the necklace you always wore, a gift from Shane, was looped around the top of the cross for now. Rick was planning on giving it to Judith when she was older. 

“What did she mean?” Rick said, breaking the silence. “(Y/N), she told Negan to tell you that ‘she meant it’. What did she mean?” Daryl sighed, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. 

“She once told me that she wanted me to fight,” Daryl explained. “It was after Beth and I told her about my old man.” Rick nodded, knowing the story of Will Dixon and what the bastard had done to Daryl as well as Merle. “I was doubtin’ myself, I didn’t think I could protect anyone again after I lost her. She believed I was a better man than my dad. I guess she really meant it.” 

Daryl chewed on his thumb as he looked at the grave, willing himself not to cry. “She was about to be eighteen,” Rick said. 

“Born in the winter, right?” Daryl remembered and Rick nodded. “Yeah, Lori mentioned that once.” 

“I’m gonna kill him,” Rick said after a moment, his eyes on the night sky. 

“No more waitin’, man,” Daryl said. “We gotta fight and we gotta fight for her just as she was willin’ to fight for Glenn, Abraham, Beth, and every other damn person we’ve lost.”

Rick nodded and then Daryl offered his hand to his best friend. Rick gripped it tight. He made a silent promise to you then just as he had to Lori as she died, he wasn’t going to let them win and he wasn’t going to let the world take any more of his family. 

“We kill them all,” said Rick, “and Negan is mine.” 

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Ooh for a fluff piece you should do Hyrule and Warriors and something with claustrophobia (although that has the potential for angst real fast so feel free to ignore me)

Oops, I think my hand slipped.....

(Sorry I didn't get to this for so long, I've been crazy busy and wasn't sure how to approach writing angst until people apparently started crying at my attempt at crack :)

Glass.

Glass walls and a glass floor. A cork ceiling and too little air, too little space to breathe, too little space to function.

Hyrule’s breath hitches again with a silent whimper, his glow fading slowly with every second spent inside of his prison. Outside, he can hear the reverberating shouts of the others, fear and worry in their voices as they call out, likely shouting for him, looking and worrying and screaming in concern.

‘I’m right here!’ He wants to call back, wants to wail to the glass walls that press closer and closer around him. ‘Guys, I’m here, let me out!’ But they won’t hear. They won’t hear his tiny voice, especially not when it’s trapped inside this glass prison.

“Any sign?” The vet’s voice is strained and desperate, violet eyes flickering with fear as they dart from one tired Hero of Courage to another. “He’s got to be here somewhere!”

“Nothing.” There are tears in Sky’s eyes, and even if he’s clearly trying to be strong for the others there’s a heavy slump to his shoulders as if the weight of all of their problems hangs from them. “Twilight and I looked all over, his trail just...ends...”

“He’s got to be somewhere!” Wind protests, voice breaking and fists clenching as the sailor looks over each of them, fear and worry in the kid’s eyes as he stubbornly denies the report Twilight gently gives the rest of them.

It’s not a pretty sight.

Hyrule had only wandered off for a minute while they’d all freshened up in the stream near their camp, but that was all the time needed for him to disappear, tracks ending suddenly and no sign of him, not even a droplet of blood or a broken blade of grass left behind for them to track him with. It was Four who noticed, and while jokes and laughter had sounded as they all teased each other about the Traveler getting lost, the jokes had faded when Twilight had come back, eyes shining with worry as he informed them of Hyrule’s lack of a trail.

All mirth had died then, and eight dripping heroes had abandoned all save their weapons to search for their brother. Their cheeks redden in the cooling night air, Four sneezing occasionally as he pulls his tunic over his head while they speak. None of the others bother, standing about in all states of dress as they consider what to do.

“We’ve searched everything within two miles.” Wild murmurs pensively. “And there’s only one trail, even Hyrule can’t cover his tracks so well that Twilight can’t find him.”

“But I can’t find him, Cub.” Twilight’s voice is almost a whine, eyes pained as the rancher sits with his head in his hands. “There’s no signs! It’s like he just, vanished!”

Time’s heavy hand comes to rest on his protégé's shoulders, rubbing gently over them in an attempt at comfort that Twilight shows no interest in accepting.

They’re worn, Warriors sighs to himself. His brothers have been pushing themselves for weeks and today was meant to be a day of rest and rejuvenation beside the river. But here they sit, worry carving lines across the faces of even their youngest, shoulders drawn up close to ears or slumped in resignation. It’s been hours, Hyrule should be back by now.

Sky’s tired gaze meets his own over the heads of the younger heroes, there’s determination fighting against reassignment inside of sapphire blue, but Sky forces a weak smile for his sake, silent words passing between the two before both nod in finality. “There’s no sign-”

“We know that Sky!” The vet snaps, hands buried in his still dripping hair. “Twilight, you have your things, right?” The vet asks pointedly, breath hitching and coming in short little bursts as he looks up to the rancher.

Twilight nods, dropping one hand to tug at something hidden under his collar “Yeah.”

“Does Hyrule has any items that let him fly? Oh Nayru! I should have asked him!” The vet’s panicking now, and it’s agitating the younger heroes as his feet tap nervously at the ground, hands shaking as they run repeatedly through his bangs and tap against his thighs.

Wind’s worrying at the hem of his tunic and Wild scratches at his scars, and Warriors has no doubt that if Four wasn’t shivering and wrapping himself in his arms that the smithy would also be fidgeting nervously.

Sky sighs heavily, grabbing his sailcloth from the ground and wrapping it around the smithy’s shoulders carefully. “Like I said, there’s no sign so far. But we have to trust in Hyrule’s abilities. The traveler’s a tough egg, he doesn’t break easily and he knows what he’s doing in a forest, especially a dangerous one.” The Skyloftian shoots Legend a pointed glance, cutting off the young veteran before he can start fussing again. “It’s getting dark and we won’t be able to see, and if we’re too loud and keep disturbing the forest, we’ll only alert any monsters that might be around here to our presence. We’ll make camp here for the night and keep looking in the morning, after everyone has a warm meal.”

“He’s out there!” Legend insists.

“And he’s strong. I can’t help Hyrule right now, none of us can, not in this darkness. But I can make sure you all rest and get something to eat.” Sky’s voice gentles as he lays a hand on Legend’s bare shoulder. “We’ll find him, Bun, have a little faith in the traveler.”

The vet looks instants away from protesting, from shouting something harsh that he probably doesn’t mean. He’s worried, they all are, but Legend responds worst of all of them to injury or illness, and his protégé going missing doesn’t seem to be an exception.

It’s Time’s voice that cuts through the tension, face stern as he meets the veteran’s eyes.  “Rest. We’re no good to Hyrule if we can’t walk a straight line. Cub,” Wild’s ears prick forwards, attentive and eager for orders. The little soldier shows his training, even though he might not remember it; eager for a task to complete to distract from the tension, needing a job to focus on instead of his own spiraling thoughts. It draws a tiny smile to Warriors’ face as he watches. “Could you mix up something warm for everyone? We’ll eat and head to bed, Sky and I can take first watch, Warriors and Wild will have second,” Always best to put the two war heroes together on second watch, less chance of waking the others with their nightmares. “And Twilight and Four can take second.”

Again, Legend looks like he might protest, but their leader fixes him with a stern look. “Vet, try to sleep, please.”

Little chance of that, he muses, watching as the vet huffs and kicks at the dirt, Legend’s a worrier, even if he would never admit it, and if anyone’s going to be up all night long fussing and fidgeting, it’ll be him. What Warriors wouldn’t give to pull Ravio along just this once so that the merchant can calm their friend, he doesn’t know how he does it, but Ravio and Hyrule both have a magic touch when dealing with the ornery teenager.

“Help me get Four settled.” Sky nudges Legend’s shoulder gently. “But get dressed first.”

Tasks. That’s right, give everyone something to do to take their mind off of worrying and running wild with imaginings that will only fuel anxiety and nightmares.

“Wind,” The sailor turns to him with pinched brows, but the kid calms significantly at the sound of his captain voice. “How about you and Twilight gather some wood for a fire? Time, will you scout the borders with me while the others prep camp?”

Mentor and protégé both nod; taking the orders that come easily to his mind, the rancher pulling on his wolf pelt and melting into the forest with Wind at his heels, and Time grabbing his sword and shield and coming to follow at his side.

“Thanks for stepping up.” The older man hums, gaze strained but warm as he offers a small quirk of the lips. “You and Sky both.”

He claps the other man on the shoulder, thankful in part that Time hasn’t donned his heavy armor, thus allowing him to avoid destroying his knuckles. “That’s my job, Sprout. Besides, you had your hands full with a sad puppy.”

Time shakes his head with a soft chuckle, but Warriors counts it as a win.

If Legend was bad the night Hyrule went missing, he’s terrible when the portal sweeps over them midway through their attempts to find his protégé, and the vet’s full-on panicking once they’ve all stopped feeling woozy and sick. He’s not the only one; Wind is almost crying, the poor kids so overwhelmed, and Wild’s agitated behavior has spiked to a full blown manic as he investigates the land around them.

It’s all the three eldest heroes can do to try and keep the younger ones calm, and while Twilight tags along with Wild to scout the area, Time bundles up a shivering and sneezing Four into his arms with a soft hum, hands dragging through the smithy’s long hair carefully.

“Cold?” He calls over to the two.

Time nods. “Probably.”

They should have taken more care to dry off before starting their search.

While Sky attempts to calm Legend, simultaneously holding Wind close to himself and offering one of his Big Brother Hugs to the sailor, Warriors takes care to check their things over and make sure nothing has been left behind.

Wild’s things are nearly always in his slate. Twilight and Time have their bags on hand, but the younger ones and Sky all have plenty to ensure is still in order, and he makes extra sure to check that the potions and fairies they have are all in order and that the bottle haven’t broken during the tumbling of the switch.

There’s light again.

Hyrule whimpers as it floods over him, tucking himself closer to the base of the bottle as large hands rummage around.

His glass prison tilts and swings, but the traveler can only tumble around within, pained hisses escaping him as he fights nausea that he can only assume is from some kind of switch.

It’s Warriors’ blue gloved hand that has his bottle, and hope flutters softly alongside iridescent wings as Hyrule silently prays that the captain will open it. They’ve been looking for him, right? Maybe Warriors figured out his mistake! Maybe he realized that Hyrule isn’t your average healing fairy and has decided to let him go again!

Oh, please let it be so! He won’t burn the captain’s bug-net after all if the man will just let him out!!!

The bottle settles again, and a blue gloved hand withdraws, leaving Hyrule lying on the floor of his bottle, the glass walls and stuffy air of the bag pressing in around him as another miserable whimper escapes him.

The bag he’s trapped in is flipped closed, and he’s plunged again into darkness.

Someone get a fairy!” Legend shrieks, the vet’s panic over the last few hours heightened as his blood soaked hands press against the wound in Time’s side.

Twilight’s face is pale from where he sits supporting his mentor’s head, blood splattering his face and Time’s own as the older man chokes and wheezes, blood bubbling up from between his lips as Legend and Four both work like mad-men to try and tend their leader’s wounds.

It was a freak attack. No one saw it coming, not with how out of it they all were, and there was no time to stop it when the hinox had come rumbling through the forest with ‘blins scurrying about at its feet.

As per Legend and Warriors’ instructions, the heroes had worked to bring down the smaller enemies first, slashing and skewering while the black blood of their enemies gushed out over their blades and darting forms. The ‘blins are hard to beat, as are all the black blooded monsters, but it's become a struggle they’re accustomed too, and the heroes each dart in and out of the battle with the sort of grace of people that are accustomed to battling together and against dangers of all sort.

There’s a flaw in the system though, as they’re short one member, and while Legend and Hyrule usually fight back-to-back, with Four and Wind close at hand, the traveler is gone, and it throws off his battle partners considerably.

Time was only just in time to prevent Wind and Legend both from being axed, but the wound l=that gushes blood from his side now had been the price.

“Fairy!” Four shouts out again. “Now!”

He blinks awake, the blurriness of his vision fogging his mind too, but not so much that he doesn’t register the request this time. Gloved hands fumble with the buckles of his bag, and he’s sweating and breathing harshly with worry as he rips the straps aside and grabs the first bottle he sees. Red liquid glitters back at him and he huffs a grunt out, handing it off to Wind and digging back into his bag.

Thank Hylia he and Four had gone fairy hunting in the last world they’d been in, he’s only got the one fairy, but it should be enough.

Faint pink glimmers in his jar, no longer bright and flittering, but he has to pray it’ll be enough to save Time. His fingers scrabble for the cork, tears pricking at his eyes and burning as he does his best to force them back.

Help Time.

Calm the others.

Break down and cry later.

The cork pops free, and the fairy bumbles sluggishly towards the mouth of the jar.

“Help!” He wheezes, glancing at where Legend and Four have started preforming CPR as tears stream openly down Twilight’s face, the rancher clutching his mentor’s hand tight enough to break bones as he watches the two replacement healers attempt to preserve the ever-fading breath of the man in his arms.

The fairy's wings flit softly as it launches from the mouth of the jar. Its path is sluggish and crooked, but soft glimmering dust flutters from its wings all the same, sprinkling over the gushing wound and slowing the flow of blood. Four leans back to spit out some blood that’s bubbled up into his mouth while he was pushing air into their leader’s lungs, and a stuttering cough breaks the frenzied silence as Time’s eyes flicker. The fairy circles a second time, color returning to Time’s face as raw and tender flesh takes the place of an open wound. There’s no time for a third pass, however, as the fairy’s wings stutter to a halt, pink glow fading as it drops to the earth.

The others are too busy with Time to notice, Wind practically shoving the red potion down the man’s throat while Legend and Four start wrapping the wound in their leader’s side. Only Warriors has seen the fairy fall, and panic lances through his heart again.

Fairies aren’t supposed to collapse after healing someone; they’re supposed to fly away. But this fairy only weakly attempts to rise again, and while the other fuss over the lesser injuries while Legend scolds Time, the captain turns his attention to the fading pink light that blinks on and off in the tall grass.

The fairy shivers in his hands as he gently scoops it up, but when he raises it to eyes level to look at it properly, he freezes.

Tousled brown hair, drenched in sweat, flops over lidden golden eyes. Sure, there six tiny eyes to look at, but the light in them, though faded, is familiar. Same as the freckles that dust drawn cheeks and the tiny green and brown tunic, the shrunken boots the-

“Hyrule?” His voice is soft and disbelieving, too hushed to be heard by the others as they continue to worry over the old man. But the tiny figure in his hands stirs, ever so slightly, golden eyes blinking open as a weak smile meets his gaze.

“W-” The single sound escaped before the fairy stutters in his hands, lights blinking out for half of a second as Hyrule coughs and wheezes.

“Hang on!” Again, he’s digging in his bag, guilt and utter horror filling him as realization hits.

He put Hyrule in a bottle. A bottle that has sat in his bag for days. A bottle that is closed and sealed and-

The captain’s breath stutters as his fingers find the vial of green potion. Eyes glassy as he lifts it to the fading light in his hands, and while Hyrule sips slowly at the vial that’s raised to his lips, it’s all that the soldier can do to not break down crying right then and there.

He locked Hyrule in a bottle!

Tiny wings flutter in his hold as Hyrule pulls himself up to grasp the vial better, but the captain’s so lost in his head he can only stare, unseeing, as the fairy downs the rest of the vial, despite the thing being bigger than himself. The pink glow that signifies a healing fairy stutters back to a more radiant bloom, wings fluttering lightly as Hyrule shakes out his limbs with a wince.

“Thank you for freeing me.” The traveler’s tiny voice chirps, eyes pained but warm as they all stare up at him, and a single tear escapes from the captain at the words.

He doesn’t really think, just gently plucks the fairy up and settles him in a fold of his scarf before jumping to his feet and striding away into the forest. Sky’s voice calls after him, but he ignores it, instead heading for the nearest bunch of trees.

He’s not sure why he brought Hyrule along, but he also knows he couldn’t just leave the fairy hero back in the camp with no one to watch over him, so even as he fights back the tears that well in his eyes and the pain that blossoms in his heart and the sensation of too small- too tight- trapped- glass- trapped-

“Warriors!” The sharp peal of Hyrule’s voice cuts him out of his thoughts. He doesn’t know when he’d fallen to his knees or when his hands had risen up to clutch his hair. It hurts how hard he’s pulling, and it scares him that he hadn’t even felt it. “Hey!” The voice continues, Hyrule fluttering, still weak, only inches from his face, concern glimmering in glimmering golden eyes. “Hey listen! Wars? Can you hear me? Wars?”

“S-sorry.”

“Are you okay?” Hyrule dismissed the apology, and it draws a wet laugh from the captain as he watches the still stuttering wings beating with a speed to rival a hummingbird, Hyrule’s drawn frame looking even paler and thinner right now than it had when they’d first met him.

“I should be asking you that, kid.” He chokes out. He’d locked this kid in a bottle for days! He’d never known it and if Time hadn’t been dying, who knows how long it would have taken him to open it!

Hyrule’s smile is drawn as his wings stutter to a stop again, the traveler falling into Warriors’ lap as the captain starts forwards as if to catch him. Muttered words sound through the air and then Hyrule, properly sized but still pale and thin and painfully still is nestled against his chest. “I’m exhausted and hungry, but I’m out.” The kid breathes, eyes fluttering as a soft breeze ruffles his sweat soaked hair. “I’m out and that’s all I could ask for right now.”

He doesn’t even think as he wraps his arms around the kid, burying his nose in the damp curls and never minding the fact that they are rank with sweat and fear. It’s Hyrule, and he’s safe, and while Legend is probably going to murder him for trapping the poor kid for three whole days, at least he knows that the little one is alright.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice is muffled as he murmurs into the curls. “I know how bottles suck, if I’d’ve known it was you I would have never-” His voice hitches with a sob as he tugs the kid closer, weeping as Hyrule’s gentle hands weakly pat the only thing they can reach within his tight hug, his chest.

“You didn’t know.” Hyrule rasps softly. “But I’m burning your bug-net when I have the energy.”

“Please.” Comes the strangled sob. “Oh goddesses, Rule, I’m so sorry!” The gentle hands move up to wipe away his tears but it only brings them flooding down harder. “Goddesses, I locked you in a bottle! You could’ve been in there forever and I wouldn’t have known! I wouldn’t have checked! I would’ve-”

Left him there. His mind supplies. He would have left Hyrule in a glass bottle where no one could find him, where his shrieks and screams and pleas for help wouldn’t have made a difference to anything or anyone, not when the giant beings that trapped him were unaware or uncaring of his fate, not when he was there to serve a purpose, not when he was there to be used like an item and supply power to those who don’t have enough themselves.

A talisman. I trophy. A tool so that they could do what they needed.

He’s been there. He’s been in that bottle, used like a tool, supplying power to beings so much larger than himself. He’s been in that bottle and left to sit while his friends call his name, while Mask and Tune and Ravio and Impa and Marin and Midna and- and-

“Hush.” Hyrule coos softly, voice hoarse, no doubt from many a scream and wail in hopes of catching their attention, of gaining freedom. “Sush, you’re okay. I’m okay, we’re both okay and Time will be okay.” Rough pads scrape across his cheeks and gently rub his ears. “I got you Wars, I got you.”

And Hyrule does have him, holds him despite being the one in Warriors’ lap, until the others come wandering over and the traveler is scooped from his arms by Sky, who hugs the youngster with tears pouring down his face and voice caught in his throat.

His tears go unnoticed as they all head back, and the instant they reach camp Legend is springing forwards with worry glittering in his eyes as he takes the traveler’s face in his hands, disbelief and shock and hurt and hope and a thousand other emotions swarming in golden violet as Legend gently touches the traveler’s brow with his own, crystal tears leaking out slowly as a tiny smile pulls at the vet’s face.

It only lasts a minute, but then Sky and Legend are fussing over Hyrule, checking him over and clucking their tongues like a couple of mother cuckoos as Wild springs towards the fire, eyes flashing indignantly at the sight of Hyrule’s thin frame, something he’d worked so hard to mend.

“Oh, ‘Rulie, thank Din you’re back!” Legend sighs, cupping the kids face gently in his hands as golden eyes flicker up at the vet with a smile. “Wherever where you? We nearly lost our minds with worry!”

“He was trapped by a monster.” The words roll off of his tongue bitterly as Hyrule frowns up at him, but Legend and Sky are too busy fussing to notice and Hyrule isn’t given a chance to correct anything as they check again for any injuries.

Warriors draws away, leaving Hyrule wrapped in his scarf as he sits on the edge of camp, head aching from tears shed and mind blank in the wake of them. He’s too tired to join in the fuss and celebration as Time sits up again with a groan and Hyrule is spoon-fed soup by a murmuring Sky. He’s tired. He’s cold, and he feels utterly empty.

At least he’s not in a bottle.

The thought sends shivers through him as he curls in on himself, an outlier to the bustle of the camp, free now to descend into the madness of his broken mind.

[theshelbyclan]

Childhood Sweethearts

Summary: You and Finn had been together for a while now and it was all going great. The only problem was, all of the brothers didn’t know yet

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: hey can i request a Finnxreader where Finn got her pregnant and her brothers come in the Garrison with guns and all and are like "We dont care who you. That you're a shelby, but you got her pregnant and you're gonna marry her" and than Finn has to explain to his bros that he is kinda dating her for a year and some fluff please??? I got so many requests for my baby Finn and I’m ignoring how they changed him in season 5. Hope you like it!

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When you’d first met Finn, he’d been boxing. You had only been fourteen at the time and he was only thirteen, but he was a Shelby, so there were expectations. “Call yourself a Shelby?” the owner had kept on shouting out at him. And you could see Finn was really trying, but he just wasn’t that type of Shelby. 

Your brothers were at the gym as well, which is why you were there. Women weren’t allowed, no exceptions. Well, except little sisters. You were let in when you came to pick them up and the youngest Shelby sister couldn’t be kept away, but apart from that, no women allowed.

And then it’d happened. Arthur went feral, everyone went crazy and Finn reacted like no one else could. And you watched him, calmly, but with interest. Afterwards, you handed him a towel. He suddenly looked young, not at all like he had seemed while fighting, and he’d said: “No women allowed.” You had smirked and replied, “Then go.” *** And so the two of you had become friends. First it had just been talking on the streets about brothers and life in general. Because if there was one thing the two of you had in common, it was the burden of having too many older brothers. While the Shelby’s had big plans with young Finn, yours seemed to want to keep you ‘sweet and innocent’ for as long as possible. Neither fit the pair of you really.

“What would you do?” Finn asked you one day, “You know, if you could do anything.” “Hmm…” you thought out loud, while trying to balance on some forgotten piece of scrap, “I could open a salon, or make ice-cream all day, or I could fly a hot-air balloon to Paris!” You were always the one making up stories and Finn would just sit there and listen. He was definitely the quiet one. In his world of chaos and violence, he could do with a bit of imagining. “I could buy a camel!” you laughed out loud, “Go to Egypt dressed as a man and raid one of the pyramids. I’d become the richest woman alive and no one would ever even know that it was all stolen, including my fake name.”

Finn grinned, “You’d probably get away with it too…” “Or, I could steal some expensive jewels and seduce the man guarding them,” you spun around a lantern post feigning seducing it, “I’d kiss him when he’d catch me and tell him I’ll split the profit with him. I’d say to meet me in Paris at midnight, but never show up. Then, years later, after I’ve come back from Mexico…” “Mexico?” Finn called out, enjoying this story way too much. “Mexico, obviously, where I’ve been hiding?” you replied with a face like it was obvious, “After Mexico, I’d go back to find this man and tell him to follow me. He would, of course, and I’d tell him to meet me in London. Then, and this is the best bit, I go back to Paris to get the jewels and blame it on him!” Finn grabbed your hand and spun you around, both laughing, “Y/N? Ever thought of becoming a Peaky Blinder?” “That!” you joked, “If I could do anything, I’d take over the Peaky Blinders and…” “Move to Mexico,” he finished. “Move to Mexico,” you said softly, because the two of you were suddenly no longer dancing. Standing closely, noses almost touching, you were, for the first time, lost for words. “Ask me,” Finn practically whispered. You raised your eyebrows slightly in question. “Ask me, Y/N,” he repeated, “What I would do if I could do anything.”

You indulged, “What would you do, Finn?” “I’d marry you.” “But we’re only fourteen,” you blushed a little. He was completely serious however. The two of you were always laughing and playing, but his eyes were no longer sparkling with childhood joy. Something else had settled in there, “Then I’ll wait, for now.” After that one evening, the two of you became inseparable. ***

Sneaking out at night was easy, especially after the two of you just watched how Ada did it. As you got older, your games of truth or dare became more and more dangerous. Late at night, you met in dangerous places and together, you grew up at midnight. Making love under the bridge, kissing quickly in the Garrison when no saw and holding hands under the table, it was all still a game to you. But the love, that was real, and it only kept on growing. How no one found out about it was a miracle and a tragedy at the same time. You’d grown up with five older brothers and a part of you now wondered if they even acknowledged your existence. Surely, you two were not that subtle? And besides, you had the horrible habit of talking too much and had often divulged a little, but they never picked up on it. Guess they were too busy with their own lives, which was just as well, because loving a Shelby was not a preferable situation. But sneaking off to secret rendezvous was easy, concealing love was also manageable, but hiding a belly with a baby inside of it? That was going to be hard. “They are literally going to kill me, Finn,” you sobbed. Why did you even sob? You never cried before. “Don’t worry,” he put his arms around you and spoke soft and lovingly, “They’ll kill me, not you.”

“That is not fucking helpful!” “I know,” he looked down, “Sorry…” The two of you were sitting in a closed Garrison. Luckily, the pub was never truly closed for a Shelby. Here you could find some peace at least and no one there to disturb you. “A baby though, Y/N,” you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “Our little baby!” You sighed deeply, “I don’t think you understand how serious this is.” “I don’t think you understand how wonderful this is!” “Finn…” “No,” he interrupted you, which he never ever did, “We made that.We did. Like, I loved you so much and you put up with me for so long and then this happened. Can you imagine? That’s amazing, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness and excitement, “Someone did tell you where babies come from, right?” He smiled broadly and kissed you suddenly. “Finn?” you asked, a little unsure, “I think my mum knows I’m pregnant.” “How would she know?” “She knows these things,” you shrugged, “She had seven kids.” Finn frowned, “What do we do?” “Well, if she knows, we’ll find out soon enough.” You hadn’t even finished your sentence properly, when a loud noise came from the door of the Garrison and five big men walked in. They didn’t look pleased. “On your feet, boy!” one of them bellowed. Finn had no idea what to do, so he decided it would be best to get up.

“This him?” one of your brothers now turned to you.

You nodded solemnly, “This is indeed Finn Shelby.” Another asked, “This the one that knocked you up?”

“That’s a charming way of putting it…” you protested. “Well, how do you want us to put it?” “You could ask me if I’m alright?” you suggested, “Or: is this the boy of your dreams? Or: is this the man who will take you to Mexico? Or…” “Alright, we get the fucking idea, Y/N,” your eldest brother interrupted you, “No need to get poetic about it.” From the corner of your eye, you could see Finn had sat back down again. While you and your brothers continued arguing, he started downing whiskey. Did you blame him? Not really, what else was there for him to do but wait really.

And suddenly one of your brothers turned away from you and pointed at Finn, “Right, now I know you’re a Shelby and we know how you do things!” “Do things?” Finn genuinely didn’t understand. “You’ll not be taken our sister to some fucking doctor.” “Finn wouldn’t,” you quickly said, “He’s not like that.” Finn still didn’t understand though. “You don’t even know him,” your brother said, “Just because he fucked you…” “Oi!” Finn called out suddenly, lifting one hand to his cap. But your brothers were big and annoyed, so they picked Finn up like it was nothing and simply placed him outside the pub. If you weren’t pregnant and miserable, you could’ve died of laughter.

“Okay, listen…” you started, but they didn’t let you finish. Through the door they started shouting at Finn about taking responsibility and pretty soon you decided it was no use trying to get them to listen. So you rolled your eyes, sat back and waited for the storm to be over. And then there were more voices coming from outside the pub and you sat up to try and get a look at them. An angry voice seemed to be reprimanding Finn and a calm, low voice kept on interrupting the other. Without warning, the three oldest Shelby brothers barged in. Now, this was all you needed: more brothers in the room. There were eight now, all yelling, and slowly, you could see Finn moving back in through the door. You two exchanged glances, admitting defeat and decided to just wait.

“I don’t give a fuck who you people are…” one of your brothers was now actually screaming. “Let’s not play games, eh?” Tommy replied calmly, “You know exactly who we are.” “He will do the fucking right thing!” “And he will!” “That little rat may have thought he could just have his way with her and not carry the consequences...” “WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU CALLING A RAT…” Finn crept down next to you and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Should we tell them?” “How?” you mouthed back, “They’re kind of busy right now, wouldn’t you think?” “Let’s wait,” Finn suggested. So, the two of you got back to watching eight grown men bicker like small children.

“This was never her idea!” “Wasn’t Finn’s either, he doesn’t even know how to spell his own name, isn’t that right, Arthur!” “She’s nineteen! She’s just a child!” “She might be your sister, but she’s a grown woman.” “Okay, why the fuck are we talking about Y/N? Heis responsible and he is going to marry her.” “I agree,” Tommy suddenly said. So, Finn decided this was the best time to try again, “Actually, if you’d all listen for a second…” “I think you’ve done enough, mate,” one of your loudest brothers interrupted quickly. “But, me and Y/N…” Then Arthur was the one to push his little brother back in his seat, “Shut up Finn and let us handle this. Full of frustration, the youngest Shelby sat back down, only to stand back up again. He picked up another bottle of whiskey and started pacing the room a little. “Stay off the whiskey, Finn!” one of his brothers scolded, “Here, eat this,” and he handed him an apple. With eyes wide, he stared at the sudden piece of fruit in his hand and exclaimed, “I’m not a fucking child anymore, John.” But his brother just winked and said, “Apparently,” and went back to arguing. So Finn walked and bit his nails and paced and pondered and decided there was nothing left to do, but eat the apple and jump in the Cut.And you couldn’t help yourself. A small giggle escaped you mouth and soon after you could no longer contain yourself and burst out laughing. “What’s the matter with you?” Finn hissed. “Don’t know…” you hiccupped, “but by the time they’ve finished I’ve already given birth probably!” And out of nowhere, all the brothers fell silent. Tommy, as always, took the word, “Right, this is how we’ve decided to do it…” “You’vedecided?” you repeated angrily. “Shut up, Y/N, you’re in enough trouble as it is,” one of your brothers bit.

But the great Thomas Shelby held up a hand and silenced the room with a gesture, “We’ve decided that the two of you are getting married. Now, you might hardly now each other, but the damage is done, eh?” “Actually…” “Finn, shut up, I’m still talking. Now, don’t worry Y/N, Finn will take good care of you. And Finn, you do the deed, you pay the consequences. The marriage is in a fortnight. Congratulations.” The room went quiet again and all eyes were on the two of you. You could now actually taste blood and realised you’d been biting your lip to keep from laughing a little too hard. Finn looked like he was either going to explode or just disappear. Almost inaudible, he muttered, “In a fortnight…” “Yes,” his brother confirmed, “Gives you a chance to get to know your bride.” “I’VE KNOWN HER FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, TOM”

So he did explode. “EVER SINCE SHE WAS FOURTEEN AND I WAS THIRTEEN, WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER.” “Finn, babe,” you put a hand on his arm, “Calm down.” He turned to you, his eyes still hilariously wide, “Why the fuck do they never listen? Pinch me or something… can you even see me? Am I real? Am I a ghost?” So you did as any woman would and slapped him in the face, “Stop the dramatics. You’re here.” “Ask her,” one of his brothers urged him, “Ask her properly.” Finn sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, “I did ask her ABOUT FOUR YEARS AGO.” You nodded wisely, “He did.” “Well, what did she say?”

“That we were too young?” ‘Too fucking right!” one of your brothers shouted out. Within seconds, eight men were once again yelling without listening to each other, and the Garrison became chaos for a second time.

“Okay, wait!” you held up both hands and much to your surprise, everyone stopped talking. Guess there really was power in being pregnant, “This is good news, right? We both want to get married! Yay?” And then they all started again! New subjects for arguments were found in the fact that you’d been sneaking out, that they let their brother be with you, where the wedding would be and who with, and there seemed to be no end to it. So, Finn put the apple in his pocket and with a sudden certainty to it, grabbed you by the hand and marched you out the door of the Garrison. There, in the filthy streets of Small Heath, he kissed you long and deep. “How about it then?” he asked. You smiled back at this wonderful boy and said, “No, let me do it. You already got to do it when we were kids.” “Okay,” he agreed at once. “Finn, if you could do anything, what would you do?” “I’d marry you in a fortnight!” he almost shouted out. And you deeply into his eyes, wondering how you’d even managed to find such a soft, sweet and still strong man, and finally said, “Will you marry me?” “Yes,” he said almost before you could finish the question. After another long, long kiss he got this sudden twinkle in his eyes and suggested, “Let’s go home.” “Home?” you laughed.   “Yeah,” he pointed to the Garrison, “They’re all busy in there, right? The house is empty…” You looked down at your bulging stomach and joked, “Damage’s already done.”

Hand in hand you walked through the streets, feeling like the king and queen of Birmingham.

“Mexico then?” a small smile was tugging at his mouth now too. You nodded, feeling more in love than ever, “Mexico.”

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