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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: angst tags//warning: established relationship, wild gojo appeared // blood, character death, emotion distress, mention of shibuya note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. note that i put descriptions of the characters i write so it would be easier for me, you’re free to imagine the character the way you seem fits! okay listen imma be honest i dont like this part that much dhhdbdjksncjddiem and im sorry if it sucks bcs istg i cant compete to part 1 and 2 of it so IM SORRY tagging @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

few years ago;

“you’re fucking ridiculous!”

“you’re injured, how the fuck is it me that’s being unreasonable?”

she contemplated stabbing him straight to his chest. “i’m fine, leave me alone,” she hissed, holding on to her arm as she tried to limp away. second year jujutsu student noritoshi kamo wondered how the hell one could be this stubborn. with blood caked up on the side of her face, lips busted and bruising in the corner, not to mention the broken arm and probably twisted ankle, he could not understand how one could be this reckless and stupid, it’s almost ridiculous.

but here she is standing in front of him.

“you could’ve let me handle it,” he said, coldly.

she never turned that fast in her life; her limping leg suddenly worked fine as she hauled her ass, throwing both fists to his chest. the force put was enough to threw him back a few steps, he caught her wrists holding her from falling down. “stop acting like i’m so fragile. i can exorcist the curse just fine. you make me hate you so much,” she spitted, pure rage etched on her face, “just because i’m a girl, because i’m your girl, i’m weak. please, i am as good as you are, kamo.”

their faces were so close, he could count the freckles spread on her nose and cheeks. he loves her eyes the very first time he caught glimpse of it; one is a dull brown while the other looks like it carries the secret of the bright blue sea. this time, the eyes he loves looked hopeless, lack of the burning spirit she carried with tears threatening to spill. letting go of a wrist, his trembling hand brushed the hair coated with the blood back, carefully not to hurt her. “i never said you are bad,” he clarified, fingers busy brushing the hair back. his sudden reaction surprised her, and her body betrayed her thoughts as she eased in his arms.

he tilted her chin, his head was panicking as he realised that his brain was no longer controlling his movement as he leaned down and kissed her.

she tasted like blood.

she winced, pain aching on the swollen part and he apologized so quietly as he deepened the kiss. “nori-” her voice croaked as she swallowed his moans. he hummed, satisfied by the kiss. their foreheads rest against each other, the tip of their noses touched as they struggled to catch breath.

“stop being stupid. let me help you okay?”

“okay.”

slipping his arm under hers, he helped her walk, leading them out of the abandoned building they managed to exorcist. nothing major, a couple of pestering level three and four curses that them both handled well but their supervisor missed to tell them about the hiding level two curse that took them by surprise. she had become the curse’s main target.

if she would’ve just listened to him and stay close. he sighed.

“ouch, ouch,” she cried, clutching on her left leg, forcing him to stop. impatient, he slipped his hand under her knees, lifting her up in his arms. she apologized profusely, embarrassed to be such a burden to him. he brushed it off immediately.

“did you call them? told them that we are done?”

she gasped, “wait, i thought they’ll wait for us.”

he huffed, “you’re not that important, y/n. give them a call, please. i want to go home.”

kicking the door open, the moonlight shone on them as he carried her down to the bottom stairs. settling her down on the steps, he sat beside her, letting a long sigh. he watched as she took the call, letting them know that she was slightly injured, and they need to go back asap. she was visibly tired, and he was the same too.

he couldn’t help but to sigh at the way the moonlight enveloped her. he had loved her from the very first moment he caught his eyes on her; she caught him staring, called him out publicly and ignored all his advances. it took him a lot to court her. she’s a gojo, she can have anything and everything with the sky is the limit.

but one thing money could never buy is affection.

it started with little stuffs; noritoshi waiting for her with her lunch readied every day. it annoyed her but momo (who was secretly rooting for him) forced her to just do it. “it’s just a lunch,” momo said sheepishly. noritoshi would have them paired all the time for the missions. she’d accepted it with open heart. noritoshi would also teach her how to weld a bow and shoot arrows. she promised that she would go out on date with him if he taught her.

by the end of their first year, they became inseparable.

the idea of being apart from her hurts him physically and mentally. she took a sharp breath when he laced his fingers between her own, quickly telling the other person on the phone that she was okay. “it was just noritoshi,” she replied with a small laugh. their hands fit each other; his skin contrasted her slightly tanned skin. while his hands were rough from welding the bow and he kept his nail short and clean, hers were slightly softer with her nails painted prettily. this month she had her nails painted in pastel. all the girls’ day out with momo and mai had proven its importance. he was happy to provide her with his black card despite her discontent.

“analysing my hands now?”

he smiled slightly, “it looks very pretty. i guess i got my money worth. are they coming?”

she leaned on his shoulder, his own wrapped around her as she closed her eyes, “they are around the corner. i would definitely need another round this week,” she teased. kissing her forehead gently, he didn’t mind that his uniform was stained with her blood; he was glad that she’s safe.

“i’ll happily take you there.”

few years later;

noritoshi kamo almost lost his mind. the stadium was half destroyed, huge craters on the pitch with the sight of his wife nowhere to be found. he looked up to the black pitch curtain encasing the stadium area from the sky, a curse escaped his lips.

“where the fuck are you?” he grunted, scanning the area.

she is gone, his stubborn little wife. she could’ve just wait but annoyed that their dinner date was interrupted and eager because this was their first mission together as a married couple; she escaped his supervision. as they were dealing with minor curses outside, she decided to head on forward, leaving him to deal with whatever is left. he beat himself inside for letting her come, he could easily do this himself and send her home safely, but she blinked her eyes and he was weak. she always has her way with him.

his step stopped when he realised there was a shadow ahead.

“she’s pretty,” the thing said.

his blood ran cold, “what did you do to my wife?”

the curse let out a laugh. it was sinister enough to send chills down his spine. especially when he realised the head it was stepping on was his wife. her eyes were fluttering back and forth, struggling to stay awake. a howl shocked him, shivers down his spine at the painful whimpers her shikigami making. cursed spirits were devouring it alive, overwhelming it and chewing every part of its body. his wife was too weak to dispel the shikigami; it’s dangerous as the devoured wolf shikigami will drain her cursed energy by a second.

all shikigami linked directly to the owner; everything inflected to the wolf, she could feel it too.

he needed a plan.

hidden in his wedding ring was a retractable knife. he rarely carries blood bags anymore as his power solidified itself. the older he got, the better he was at using and controlling a small steady flow of his own blood straight from the tap. with a clap of his hands, the knife cut his hand enough to send blood shooting like bullets. the blood hit the curses straight to its cores, died out instantly on impact, but the shikigami was beyond salvageable. it let out one last howl, one last goodbye before dropping to the ground, half of his snout gone. she will be devastated, it’s her only shikigami she managed to tame at such a young age, but at least it has stopped the shikigami from stripping his wife’s cursed energy to its core.

the fire burning in his eyes only made the curse laughed. he kicked her body away, spurting blood out of her mouth. she was halfway close to death’s doorstep.

“i will fucking murder you,” he hissed.

“my blood is my power. it’s supposed to rot human, stripping its meat from the bone like acid. however,” the curse nudged her body, “your wife didn’t. humour me, did your blood tainted hers? tell me, i’m curious how.”

“are you going to chit chat because i don’t have whole day.” his blood dripped on the pitch.

the curse grinned, shrugging his shoulder. he kneeled, running his bloody fingers on her cheeks leaving trails of flowers pattern that dissipated immediately, “i’m not here to fight. i’m here to serve a warning,” he looked up to the tensed sorcerer, “for gojo satoru. tell him, we’ll be waiting for him in shibuya.” noritoshi’s face scrunched in confusion.

“we have no business with the gojos.”

“but she is. she could change her name, married you, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she carried gojo’s blood in her vein. she’s the bridge to your two clans. i’m just killing two birds with one stone. ruin the kamo clan’s relationship with gojos and hurt gojo satoru. all thanks to her,” the curse turned his back on him, his laugh echoed as he walked away. the dark curtain disappeared slowly as the ground rumbled. a perfect chance for noritoshi to strike if it wasn’t because of the cursed spirit’s words gluing him to his spot, “oh, kamo, i believe a congratulation is overdue. let me know when’s the baby is due, i would love to drop by personally.”

the pillar holding on to the roof collapsed sending wave of dust all over the place. noritoshi covered his face, coughing as he sucked some in, removing his coat as a shield. the cursed spirit was no where to be found.

“the place is going to collapse! i’ll get the curse, you go get her!”

a voice echoed and he caught a glimpse of blond hair running past him and noritoshi didn’t think twice as he sprinted around the cracks and holes. who was that voice or who was the curse, he couldn’t give a single fuck, he just wants his wife back. he was shaking when he got to her, arms immediately scooped her up in his arms. her chest was raising slowly, blood dripping on the side of her lips as she struggled to exhale.

“you’re going to be okay,”

he told her, but he wasn’t sure if he will ever be.

“can you turn down the stupid light, it’s hurting my eyes.”

the voice laughed melodiously, the light moved to the other eye repeating the same thing.

“as you can see, she’s awake, slightly weak, but she should be okay.”

another voice interrupted, “are you sure?” she gasped, excited to hear a familiar voice. “nori?” she called out, unable to open her eyes, relying strictly to her hearing as she reached her shaky hands out for him. “her senses might be slightly off, just let her do it herself,” the woman’s voice noted, and she felt annoyed. how dare you underestimate me, her mind scoffed.

“my senses are fine. see?” she claimed as she held noritoshi’s hand up. he smiled, gently rubbing her hand with encouragement. “thanks, shoko, we are fine.”

“i’ll leave you be then. call me if you need anything.”

she listened to the clacking of shoko’s heels, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. she jumped, but he held her hand tighter, reassuring her that it’s alright. “so why can’t i see?” she asked, confident that they are alone now. she felt the bed sunk a little on the left side, “you were high on anesthesia, i’m surprise you could even move your jaw to speak.” she felt a finger brushed her hair aside, breath loomed on her face and she could feel her own face reddening up.

“are you going to kiss me or are you just going to tease me?” his heart swell up, despite her shaky voice almost made him laugh.

��do you trust me?” his hand cupped her cheek gently.

she nodded eagerly, “always.”

“good.”

his kiss hit her like a waft of fresh air. every kiss felt like a first kiss to her that she couldn’t help to react so eagerly to it. his tongue slipped through her defense, overwhelming her taste buds with such strong taste of iron. it didn’t stop her. she knew what he was doing from start. he peeked a little, didn’t stop a second from kissing her as he watched his blood marking appeared on her face. her hands went up around her neck pulling him closer and he obeyed, deepening the kiss.

heal; his mind commanded.

after a while, she pulled back, being the one to break apart from the kiss first, her chest raising up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. her eyes were wide open now, fluttering lazily as she leaned back on the propped-up pillow. he wiped the corner of his lips, eyes on her as he watched the open wound on her face and arms slowly closed leaving the fresh healed red marks behind. he relaxed when he heard a thank you coming from her, as she checked her healed arms.

“i’m disappointed with you,” he finally broke the silence.

“really?” she frowned. he always does this thing where he will immediately go into lecture mood every time she does something that pisses him off. it’s almost like a game to her as she waited for him to explode, “right now? not even going to wait until i’m discharged. this is a new record, toshi. like shoko said, i’m fine.” he shook his head, “it doesn’t make it right. you always disobeyed me. ignored my orders, going about with your goddamn big head, you could’ve been killed.”

she rolled her eyes, noritoshi is being noritoshi, what a drama queen, she mentally rolled her eyes, “but i’m not,” she pushed her hair back, twisting it easily into a simple loose knot, “i told you, i am not weak.”

“your shikigami was destroyed, your blood was poisoned, 70 percent was already circulating to every part of your vein, i had to beg for the higher up to help purify your blood,” her smile died down. this game no longer feels fun for her. noritoshi was really mad this time. “you think it’s fun and all game but game over, y/n. you need to stop doing this. if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“leave me alone, nori, if you just going to nag, please i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired.”

it made him angry that she was taking his word lightly. running his hand in his messy hair, he felt like hauling his head to the wall.

“you don’t understand-”

she slammed her hand on the bed, interrupting his words, “no YOU don’t understand me, i’m tired of you babying me. i’m an adult, i am your wife, stop treating me like a fucking child! we have been married for months, but god you’re suffocating me.”

“i will when you stop endangering yourself. i will stop treating your like a child when you stop acting like one. you’re pregnant, for the love of god!” he threw his hand on the wall. the wall cracked from the force. “i’m what?” she felt the world stopped spinning. she was hundred percent sure that her ears and head were deceiving her. he removed his hand from the hole he made on the wall, his body shaking from the amount of anger building up.

“noritoshi, answer me! what do you mean- i’m not pregnant, i had my period this month.”

“you are,” he shrugged. he felt something hit him in the back; looking down he saw the fluffy white pillow sitting by his feet.

he pointed to the bedside table where a sonogram perched up against a tissue box. she was about to lose her mind. “this is not funny, if this is your mean way of fucking me up because i won’t listen to you then this is just fucking cruel.”

he marched towards him, his hand went down on his chin, forcing her eyes on him, “until you stop playing your stupid games, until you stop treating your life like it’s nothing, until you consider my feelings and my worries, as your husband is valid, i do not exist in your life,” tears fell down her cheeks, “like you, i’m tired too.

“nori i-“

he left her before she could say a word. she broke into sob; her chest was pounding so hard that the blood pressure monitor was beeping. the door burst opened but it was not the face she wanted to see. she was immediately hysterical. satoru managed to hold her wrist down before she ripped the tubes and needles off her arms. “no, no, i want nori. where is he!” she screamed as satoru held her down. “you need to calm down, it’s not good for the baby,” satoru cooed, but she was not having it. he turned to shoko, “her cursed energy is skyrocketing, she’s going hysterical, do something!”

“let me go!”

shoko held out a syringe, “hold her down.”

she screamed, thrashing so rough that she almost slipped out of the strongest sorcerer’s hands. she managed to get a needle out before she felt another sharp pain on her back. shoko pulled the empty needle out and they retreated away as she fell on her butt backward. she was reduced to a babbling mess, her eyes drooped as she struggled to fight the waves of sleepiness hitting her one after another.

“tell him i’m sorry,” she croaked out, before everything turned completely dark.

the blood pressure monitor returned back to normal.

three days later;

“are you still going to ignore her? it’s been 3 days.”

“she needs to learn her place.”

gojo satoru disagreed. he eyed the head of the clan, shaking his head before standing up. he thought he could convince noritoshi kamo to visit his wife, but the man was as stubborn as- huh, her.

“i think she have learned enough, she’s miserable. you’re miserable.”

the man glared at the blonde man child, raising the cup of tea up for a sip. the tea doesn’t taste as good as the way she made it. he left her for 3 days and he found himself struggling to do everything alone.

he, noritoshi kamo, 23 years old and the head of the kamo family, could not make a cup of fucking tea.

she always said that the best way to make tea depends on how long you let it steep. “too early and you won’t get the right amount of flavour,” she explained, her back facing him as he watched from the counter as she loomed over the stove, “but if you steep it way too long you going to burn the tea leaves and it will make everything taste bitter.” she turned around, a huge smile on her face that made his heart skipped a beat.

he frowned; the tea tasted bitter.

“she’s pregnant, she’s supposed to be crazy. you are supposed to be the wise one. she is going to carry your child for 9 long months, i can’t explain to you how long that’s going to be but she is allowed to be crazy.”

he dropped the cup on the floor when gojo’s hand grabbed him by his collar, pulling him up from his chair.

“now please, see your goddamn wife before i deck you in the mouth.”

“i will.”

satisfied with his answer, gojo’s demeanor changed and he was again the man child they all know of him. noritoshi could no longer focus on the report in front of him; not when his mind is full of her and only her.

would she forgive him? he wasn’t sure.

but he would spend his lifetime making up to her and the baby if that’s necessary.

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katwritesforfun101 · 4 years ago

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Ended stories, New beginnings.

Warnings: Angst-Fluff. CHEATER!KirishimaXreader. Denki kaminari. Swearing. Cheating.

Characters:Kirishima and denki

Summary: Kirishima cheats and you confront him.

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NOT PROOF READ!!!

Kirishima Eijiro was a sight for sore eyes. Always the manliest and most eye-catching wherever he went. Especially when he was busy saving the world from villains. Everyone's gaze was fixated on him, as he was a part of the top 5. Those gazes continued to linger in the office as well. Gazes that seemed to follow him around the office at each turn.

You were once one of those gazes that followed so you couldn't really complain too much, knowing it was just a part of his career.

One gazze in particular, seemed to bother you. As you would sit behind your desk, filing paperwork for your dear old fiance, you noticed her gaze. You don't know what bothered you more. The fact she would undress him with her eyes, or that he would do it back.

This went on for about three month after that. There were now lingered touches and leaned in whispers, anad frequent office visits for ‘extra help’. You recall a specific instance where you heard noises coming from his office. After many sleepless nights alone, with him not coming back until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, you decided enough was enough.

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“Do you love her?” Silence. One beat. Two beats. Three beats. “I dont know.” Kiri says, staring back at you with guilty eyes already knowing what you're talking about. You smile weakly.

“I do,” you began softly, eyes falling to the carpeted ground. “You love her, Eiji, And i think you have for a while now.” You look back up to find him shaking, tears fallen.

His eyes are squeezed shut, trying to wake up from this nightmare. “I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” he said, opening his eyes. “I know kirishima.” he winces, “Baby, im eiji. Remember? I'm your eiji!” His voice raices an octave with each word. “No. Not anymore. You're Her eiji now.”

You nod once to yourself. Her eiji, not yours. Your eiji wouldn't betray you like this. He wouldn't bring you up just to tear you down again. You turn on your heel and start walking towards your and his shared bedroom.You head straight to the closet and grab a bag from the top shelf and start stuffing it with clothes and essential hygiene things.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is just stunned in the living room, standing there gaping like a fish out of water. He hears the bedroom door slam shut once again and he snaps back into reality and rushes towards you, stopping right in front of the apartment door.

You turn facing him, no longer crying. “I loved you. No, I love you. I think I always will. But I don't need you. I'll get over you. It will take a while but i will.” and with that you leave bags in hand.

Kirishima just stands there. He knows he has no right to want to stop you. Hell, he was fooling around with another woman for months. All he could do was fall to his knees and mutter. “Im sorry, angel”

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1 year later

You step Out of your car hand in hand with your new boyfriend. Denki Kaminari. “You sure this is the right place babe?” Kami says looking up at the big church. You chuckle and look around to see the many cars and people in suites and dresses.

“There's bakugou right there, sparky.” You say pointing across the lot to where bakugou and midoriya stand, seemingly already arguing. “Why don't you go try and diffuse whatever is happening over there. We have a while before the wedding starts.” He gives one gruff note before giving you a quick peck on the lips and running to the pair.

Turns out kirishima had gotten the girl pregnant that he was cheating on you with and proposed to her with the same ring he used for you. At first you were heartbroken and torn up at the announcement, which had been three days after you ended things with him. Denki quickly swept in and helped you get back on your feet, he even offered you a place to stay for a while so you wouldn't need to couch hop.

About 7 months into being roommates there was an incident that happened to bring you two even closer.

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FLASHBACK

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” you hear kami yell from the kitchen. You run out of your room to see thick smoke pouring out of the oven and you immediately start laughing.

“What are you doing, you bozo?” now bent over weezing. Denki now has his hand on the back of his neck looking down with a blush. “Well, I was trying to make you dinner.” He says still not looking up at you. “You've been through a lot the past few months and have been working so hard. I just wanted to surprise you.”

You stand there shocked, heart skipping a beat as your cheeks flush with warmth too. You walk over to Denki and softly ruffle his hair. “Thank you kami. Let's get this cleaned up, yeah?”

He smiles widely and nods.

Halfway through cleaning up, you both are doing dishes.You washing, him rinsing. Suddenly you feel him staring at you. “What is it? Is there something on my face?” you beginn wiping your cheek on your shoulder before he giggles softly before shaking his head.

“You're beautiful.” You stop what you're doing and completely turn to face him. “What?” his eyes widened, realizing what he just said.

“I'm so sorry! I Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything! If you want me to finish-” you cut him off with a quick kiss. He stares at you with complete shock before leaning in and capturing your lips with his for a deeper kiss.

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PRESENT DAY

You look back towards the church doors, seeing mina you immediately start walking forwards.She notices you and gives a slight frown before welcoming you with open arms. “Hey girl, what are you doing here. Are you okay?” you give a small nod smiling softly

Honestly you've felt better than you have in a long time. You hadn't noticed how much you tip-toed around Kirishima in yalls relationship. You look over towards Denki and find him already looking at you smile getting wider than it was previously, he waves and you wave back. You look back towards mina. “Im okay.” and you mean it.

Sero comes out of the doors and gives you a small pitying smile. “Hey y/n. How are you?” you nod once. “Anyway, the ceremony is about to start.” he says, holding the door open wider before hollering for the three men across the parking lot.

Once inside you take your seat and Denki quickly finds his place next to you. Across the way from you, You see a baby. Maybe a couple of months old with dark hair and red, beady eyes. A pang rings in your chest. That must be it. Their baby. It's beautiful.

Denki catches you staring at the child and immediately takes your hand in his and squeezes.You give him a reassuring smile and then the ceremony starts.

Kirishima takes his place on the altar but you feel nothing towards him. His appearance doesn't bother you like you thought it would. And yours seemingly not bothering him. You smile. Good. We've both moved on. You look back towards Denki and give him a kiss on the cheek. They turn a bright shade of red and send a wink your way.

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Kirishima's POV

As I'm standing on the altar waiting for my soon to be wife, all I can do is dred about how it's not you. I noticed when you first walked in but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to you. After all, you are with someone.= now, and happy. I on the other hand am not, but I only have myself to blame.

The music starts playing and the doors open. The bridesmaids and groomsmen start filing in one by one before it's finally the soon to be wife. Upon the sight of her I started crying. Instead they're not happy tears, but tears of dread and regret. As soon as she spots my crying face her own turns to smiles.

When she is fully situated next to me the priest begins. “Do you, kirishima Eijiro, take this woman to have and to hold, through sickness and in health?” No. “I do.”

“And do you -------, take this man to have and to hold, through sickness and in health.’’

“I do!” the woman says. “You may now kiss the bride.” I gulp and close my eyes as I lean in, picturing your face instead. The crowd immediately starts clapping and camera flashes start going.

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As soon as they leave the altar, everyone stands and starts exiting to the main hall. Hand in hand with Denki you make your way over to the new married couple. “Congrats you two!” Denki practically yells. You laugh and stare at him in complete admiration.

Kirishima whirls around to find a giggling you and a very loud denki. You look so happy. So beautiful.

“Thanks , y/n. '' he shoots you a nod, even though you're barely paying attention to him. Too busy admiring your new boyfriend. You lock eyes with Kirishima and hold out your hand.

You give a quick smile before speaking. “To Ended stories, and New beginnings.”

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fandomficsnstuff · 4 years ago

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In Just A Second - 11

Legolas x Witch!Reader

(Warnings: some fighting and blood, but a very small amount. Also I know this is short but there’s gonna be some smut in the next part as an apology:3)

Elvish:

“Nin mel, nin cuil, nin tinu, nin meld, if er aur im am an lelya-, tovon in i talv, im will mel cin, onlui cin” - My love, my life, my star, my dear, if one day I am long gone, deep in the ground, I will love you, only you.

“Nin mel” - My Love

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You watched in horror at the smoke that rose from the city, the ships making their way too slowly up the Anduin River, your blades in your hands as you stood ready. You sat besides Legolas as you all hid behind a railing on the deck, your eyes turning to meet his and you leaned closer to him “after this, will you marry me?” you whispered as the ships made it to the shore, seeing his eyes light up as he quietly chuckle, a smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle “only if you slay more orcs than me” he jested, and you nearly laughed loudly “be careful, I might win” you challenged, seeing Legolas smirk “maybe I want you to” he mumbled, leaning closer to your lips, about to lean in and kiss you when a voice disturbed the two of you.

“Late, as usual! Pirate scum! There's work that needs doing!” You heard an orc yell, the sound of the voice made you cringe, and it didn’t help when you heard it again, “Come on, ya sea rats! Get out off your ships!” he yelled again and you glanced at Aragorn who gave a quick nod, and you all leaped out of the ship and onto land, standing for a second before slowly making your way towards the group of orcs, hearing them slowly laugh, amused at the sight of just the three of you. “There are plenty for both of us! May the best dwarf win!” you heard Gimli say and you glanced at him with a smirk “I think you mean ‘may the best witch win’?” you asked, receiving a quick glance and laugh from Gimli, the four of you making your way to the orcs, picking up the pace as the army of the dead appeared behind you, the orcs realizing just how dead they all were and began to run, their tails behind their legs as the cowards they truly were.

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You cut down one orc, keeping a mental note of how many you had slain, so far you were up to forty, the orc you just cut down making it forty-one. You turned at the mention of Legolas' name, your eyes following theirs and widening at the sight before you, a Mûmakil, with a small army on top, and before you could say or do anything Legolas moved towards it, managing to grab onto arrows that had previously been fired at it’s legs, climbing his way up to the top of the beast, shooting people as he went while you stayed on the ground, slaying orcs. Your eyes widening as a man had snuck up behind him and in the blink of an eye you grabbed the sword belonging to a fallen orc, mumbling something under your breath and throwing it, your eyes lighting up and the sword hit it’s mark, Legolas turning his head to see you blowing a kiss at him, and he afforded you a quick smirk before continuing, that was forty-five.

You watched him cut the rope of the platform that went around the Mûmakil, watching as it slided off and you followed the army of the dead as they surrounded the fallen platform, killing any survivors, but you, on the other hand, continued along the Mûmakil to the best of your ability, just in case he needed you. You cut down another orc, mentally counting it to forty-six, as you continued onward, watching as Legolas moved to the head of the Mûmakil, shooting not one, not two, not three, but four arrows at the same time, the arrows piercing it’s skull and you watched as it fell, Legolas disappearing from your view. Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, and finally you reached around the dead Mûmakil in time to see Legolas softly land on the ground with a smirk, staring at Gimli whose face was completely red in frustration “that still only counts as one!” He angrily said and you ran over to Legolas, cupping his face as you giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly, which he happily returned, and when you parted you smirked at him “he’s right, still only counts as one” you whispered and Legolas scoffed amused, eyes glancing to the ground before looking back to you with the same smug smirk “how many?” he asked and you shrugged playfully “fifty-two” you said casually, watching his stunned expression as you moved away from him and cut down another orc, turning to him with a few drops of orc blood covering your cheeks, and you had never looked more beautiful to him… well, except for that night at the camp, to him, you were a goddess.

“Fifty-three. Be careful, my love, I’m winning” you taunted as you moved on to the next orcs, Legolas couldn’t help the adoring smile he wore as he watched you, before joining the battle once again.

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You stood besides Legolas, your eyes, which had stopped glowing, fixated on the King of the Dead, who stood before Aragorn, “Release us…” his voice was haunting, but you guessed yours would be as well if you were long dead and but a ghost, cursed to walk the earth eternally.

“Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.” Gimli said with slight apprehension, and you frowned down at him “they have been bound long enough, Gimli…” you whispered, seeing a disappointed look on his face as he looked away, “You gave us your word!” the King said in an angry voice, as if he was scared that Aragorn would take Gimli’s words into consideration, but clearly, they did not know Aragorn. “I hold your oath fulfilled. Go, be at peace” Aragorn said, and you smirked proudly at him as the King of the Dead seemed relieved, a smile on his lips as he and his army disappeared in the wind, finally free and at peace. You bowed your head down and knelt before Aragorn, who had turned and saw Gandalf bowing his head as well, to the new king of Gondor, the real king.

On your way back to the city of Gondor you were walking with Aragorn, who stopped, head turning and once you followed his gaze, your eyes widened. Èowyn. Your feet carried you towards her and Éomer, your knees hitting the grass besides her as you looked her over, ignoring the cries of Éomer who held her, you put a hand on her forehead, over her eyes, and closed your own eyes, a glowing light shining from the under your eyelids, and when you opened your eyes again, Éomer, for the first time, saw a glimpse of the power you possessed, your eyes slowly turning back to their beautiful (Y/E/C) colour, finding his own eyes as you gave him a small smile “she’s alive… hurt and wounded, hanging on by a thread, but alive” you assured him and he sighed in relief, his eyes glancing back at you, about to say something, and you swore you saw his eyes flicker to your lips, just for a second, but as Legolas approached he frowned in slight confusion, watching you get up and Legolas gently grab your hand, his other hand cupping your cheek with a love and adoration in your eyes that Éomer wished you looked at him with.

You gave Éomer a small smile before continuing onward to the city with Legolas, who still held your hand. You were halfway there when he stopped you, and you turned to him, silently asking why you were stopping, but when you saw his gaze you already knew. “Did you mean it? The promise you made?...” he carefully asked, and you smiled brightly at him, removing your hand from his, seeing a split second of grief, until both of your hands cupped his face, your eyes staring into his with certainty “Legolas, my love, nothing could ever stop me from meaning those words. It is beyond doubt that I love you, and now, I truly believe that Elves and Dwarves are not the only ones who only love once, who will only love one person for the rest of their life.” You whispered and you saw… tears? In those beautiful, icy blue irises, you saw an ocean of tears and joy at your words, “Nin mel, nin cuil, nin tinu, nin meld, if er aur im am an lelya-, tovon in i talv, im will mel cin, onlui cin” at his words, you couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes, running down your cheeks, and you felt his fingers gently wipe one of them away, the gesture taking roots deep in your heart and you looked up at him with pure adoration and love, something you saw in his own eyes.

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As you reached the top of the city of Gondor, much to your exhaustion, which surprised you, you saw the white tree, a tree you had wanted to see for as long as you could remember, and when you approached, you saw a small flower bloom on one of it’s branches, your eyes finding the figure of Aragorn who walked over. You looked back at the flower with pride, studying everything about it “the king of Gondor has returned, My Lord” you glanced at him, seeing him roll his eyes ever so slightly at the nickname ‘My Lord’, knowing full well that he already hated it, not that it would stop you. So you faked surprise “My Lord! A king does not roll his eyes at his subjects!” you said in a fake surprised voice, seeing Aragorn lightly glare at you, but you knew it was just playful, so you quickly moved to Legolas “save me, my love” you giggled as Aragorn continued to glare at you, but eventually his eyes moved back to the tree, and Legolas stood as confused as ever, you behind him as though Aragorn would chase you “why, Nin mel?” and you giggled, dropping the act, standing up straight and shrugging in a playful manner “Aragorn wasn’t too fond of me calling him ‘My Lord’, not even an army of orcs would scare me as his glare did” you jested, seeing Legolas gently shake his head in amusement as Gimlli laughed at your comment. One of Legolas’ hands found your lower back and he led you inside the castle itself, Gimli mumbling about finding something to eat as he followed you two, giving Aragorn space to study the tree that proved to him that he was indeed the real king of Gondor, that there was no mistake, that he was the right one, despite his earlier doubts.

Before you entered the hall you turned and saw Gandalf approach Aragorn by the tree, and you stared proudly at the dark haired ranger, proud to not only have the pleasure of knowing him, but to call him family as well.

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#Legolas #Legolas Greenleaf #Legolas x Reader #LOTR #Lord Of The Rings FanFic

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justletmeplayminecraft · 4 years ago

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So um. I saw the dialing thing and the line “never speak of this again” with Scar and Mumbo or smth? I dunno I just really liked their dynamic together in their recent eps and I’m super interested in what you’d do with this :D

i couldn't resist the urge to write some fluff with these idiots. based in a future where mumbo's base is fully operational, here's ~1.7k words of mumbo & scar desperately trying to share their single braincell. i hope you enjoy !!

Of all the stupid things Mumbo has done this season, he did not expect getting trapped in his own base to join that list. But, here he is, in his pitch black storage room, in a smaller yet cobblestone and dirt shelter. Trapped for the foreseeable future as he frantically scrolls through his communicator to see if any other hermits are online. It's embarrassing. Absolutely and utterly embarrassing. And the worst thing is, he should have been able to see it coming!

There are reasons he's part of the one braincell squad. Several, in fact, but this moment has to be up there in his top ten.

On the other side of the wall, a zombie groans too close for comfort. He's sitting on grassy ground in a one block space, with only the light of his communicator for comfort. His stuff is going to de-spawn at this rate. This is terrible. Why is nobody else online? Usually there's at least a few others around at this time of day!

Ah. Mumbo's not sure if he should be relieved or kiss his items goodbye. Maybe both. He sighs, fingers already moving to send a message.

<MumboJumbo> scar

<GoodTimeWithScar> Mumbo! Good morning!

<MumboJumbo> i need your help

<GoodTimeWithScar> Oh?

<MumboJumbo> could you come to my base? with a golden apple please?

<MumboJumbo> i promise i will pay you back but im in a bit of a pickle

<GoodTimeWithScar> The great Mumbo needs my help?

<GoodTimeWithScar> What do you even need a golden apple for? Just a normal one, right?

<MumboJumbo> second question, yes

<MumboJumbo> first question, my base died with me trapped in my storage room and it needs feeding to revive it

<GoodTimeWithScar> You know maybe I shouldn't have asked.

<GoodTimeWithScar> I'm on my way. Call?

<MumboJumbo> thatll work.

Mumbo leans his head against cobble, navigating through Scar's contact until he's able to find the call icon. He takes a deep breath, thankful for the good connection across the server. What would he do if he couldn't contact anybody down here? Cry, probably. Die a lot. His communicator dials, then rings for two seconds. Two seconds too long, if you ask him.

"Mumbo!" Scar's voice is accompanied by the explosion of a rocket, wind crackling through the call. Mumbo sighs in relief.

"Scar you are a... sound for sore ears?" Scar laughs, and Mumbo can't help a small giggle in response. He moves to his headphones, hoping to block out the mobs filling his storage room. Why did he think this was a good idea for a base?

"Okay, Mumbo, you're going to have to guide me through what I need to do here." It's strange to hear Scar so straight forward, honestly. His voice still holds that light-hearted note in it, it'll be dark day when Scar loses that.

"Right, okay." Mumbo takes a deep breath, picturing his base in his mind. What's the most Scar-proof way he can explain this? Oh, if Scar dies as well- "So, on the outside of my base, there should be these big towers of redstone lamps, right? They'll all be off right now. But, near the bottom, there should be a chest. You put the golden apple in there."

"Ah, in the like. Big blocks of four?" Mumbo claps, before wincing at how loud that probably was over the microphone.

"Yes! That! Can you see a chest at the bottom?" Mumbo listens closely to the burst of a rocket, the sound of feet stumbling on the ground. He holds his breath, waiting for the confirmation that this situation might finally be over.

"I see it!" His body sags with the release of air. "Okay, uh, I've put the apple in." Mumbo listens closely, taking out a headphone. Distantly, underneath all the mobs, he hears pistons, a familiar heartbeat starting up. If he sinks down any further he's going to become a puddle. "The lights are coming on!"

"Okay-" Mumbo's hands wave in front of him as he speaks "-Go to the centre of my base, there should be nether portals and a massive hole leading downwards." The sounds of movement, footsteps echoing on the walls.

"What the heck, Mumbo, how many mobs do you have down there?" Mumbo sighs, closing his eyes. They're so close.

"Are all of the lights on?" He checks.

"Well, it's lit up. I can see your chests, and I think that's your stuff? Jeez, if I knew I was going to need to fight I would've been more prepared."

"How bad is it?" The high hum from Scar is a pretty good answer.

"Could be better." He hears a block move, followed by Scar telling him, "Alright, I've set my spawn. I'm gonna try to snipe them." Mumbo leans forward, awkwardly manoeuvring so he can break a dirt block against the ground. Light floods into the one block space. He can see the feet of mobs wandering between tall grass. In the distance, there's a clang of an arrow finding a skeleton. He breathes out, wincing at the ache as he pushes up from that position. He's too tall for this.

He thinks he remembers where his stuff was. If the coast is clear, he might be able to run for it and duck back in here. Get his sword equipped, elytra on, and things will be fine! He could salvage some of his dignity. Hopefully. Probably not.

"Scar?" He asks, "Could you tell me if the coast is clear so I can grab my stuff?" It takes a second to get a reply, marked by the ding of a successful hit.

"I can do that." Scar sounds distracted, focused. "Wait- oh, nononono-" Mumbo's communicator dings. He doesn't need to look to know what message will greet him.

"So, uh, Mumbo. We might have a bit of a situation." Mumbo buries his face into his hands. He twists his body down again to get an idea of how many mobs are left. Counting the number of feet and shadows he can see, it's not looking good.

"Yeah, we certainly might." His voice is high, stressed laughter escaping him with his face pressed into the dirt. "What do we do now!" Scar's bubbling giggles are accompanied by the scramble of feet across stone.

"Um, die a bunch?" Scar suggests. Mumbo's arms give up and he falls into a heap. His shoulders shake with his own giggles, the two in harmony over the call.

"Maybe it's a good thing nobody else is on."

Scar has to wait for his laughter to die down to speak, "I bet I'll die less than you." Mumbo smirks.

"You're on."

About half an hour later, Mumbo is sorting his stuff whilst Scar scrolls through their death messages. He's bruised all over, has collected a few scratches from loose arrows, but it looks like all of his items are here. This has gone better than he expected. He still wants to crawl into bed and never get out again.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I've won," Scar announces, looking up from his communicator with a pleased grin. Mumbo makes a noise, pulling up his own screen.

"Absolutely not. There's no way, you died so many times!"

"Yeah, but I died eight times. You died ten." Honestly, he's probably right. Mumbo lost track after death three. Everything blurred into a mess of sprinting off the bed to get his items, picking up half of them, maybe getting a swing or two, dying. And then repeat that apparently ten times.

He sighs as he finishes counting up the deaths. Scar did indeed win. He puts the last of his items in the right slots, leaving the rest to the sorting system. Finding his bed, he flops onto it. Scar is sitting on the stone centre beaming at him. The cut on his forehead is barely healing up, a bruise on his cheek.

"No, no. I want to know exactly how you ended up in this position." He's leaning forward, smug curiousity on every inch of his expression. Mumbo shuts his eyes, whining at him.

Mumbo lifts his hand, gesturing towards his chests, "I should have potions in here somewhere, if you want one." Scar giggles, shaking his head.

"Do you have to?"

"I want to know why I died eight times, Mumbo!"

"You're going to laugh."

"That's the plan." Mumbo shakes his head, rolling around so he can sit on the bed. Scar is waiting patiently, even crossing his legs like he's expecting a bedtime story.

"I made my base alive?" Mumbo explains, not sure why he's questioning himself. He did the redstone and everything. "And, as it gets unhappier, more things close off."

"Including your storage room?" Scar asks, clear amusement in his voice. Mumbo finally breaks into a giggle, falling onto his knees.

"I thought it was a good idea at the time!" He exclaims. "It stops sorting items, the lights go out, and then it locks itself down!"

"With you in it."

"I forgot Xisuma was working in the area!" His groan gets mixed with a laugh. "Oh, I am such an idiot."

"How about we agree to never speak of this again?" Scar suggests. Mumbo's halfway through nodding when Scar adds, "For a few diamonds?" Mumbo bursts into surprised laughter, quickly dissolving into giggles.

"You know what, you deserve them after this." Scar laughs.

"Maybe I'll have to die for people more often," he teases, watching Mumbo as he heads to his diamond chest.

"I wouldn't advise it personally." Mumbo looks over his shoulder at him. "That's how Grian gets you."

"Mm, very true." Scar takes in the storage room again, pocketing the diamonds Mumbo offers him. "Do you think you could show me some of the redstone behind this place? I am absolutely fascinated by how you managed to make such a counterproductive system."

"Well, you know I'll never miss an opportunity to show off my redstone." Scar takes the hand Mumbo offers him, smiling.

It's an hour or so later. Mumbo is showing off how he sends the signal between floors when their communicators beep.

<xisumavoid> should I be concerned about the number of deaths in the log?

They share a look and laugh.

#hermitcraft #mumbojumbo #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #my writing #ask #anonymous #i hope you enjoyed anon !!!!#my requests do remain open #this was a lot of fun to write. v silly.

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uniasus · 4 years ago

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Ice Above The Clouds

It’s day on of Summer of Whump! Today’s prompt is freezing, filled for you with Percy Jackson, Blackjack, and a Nico so ready to tell Percy “I told you so”.

Read here, or on Ao3.

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“Are you sure about this?”

Percy shot Nico a bland look, making a show of lifting his backpack higher. “Am I sure about surprising my girlfriend for the holidays? Yes.”

“No, that I get-“

“Giving Will a surprise, eh?”

“Shut up, Percy! No, I just mean. You have your license. Why not just…drive?”

“And miss out on the chance to bond with my best bud Blackjack?” Percy gasped.

Blackjack, in the stall behind them, threw back his head and neighed. I’m offended. Does he doubt me?

“Blackjack also resents the fact that you’re implying he can’t take me there,” Percy shared.

“What, no! Blackjack, you’re a very strong flier. It’s just, have you seen the weather? It’s gonna be a cold flight.”

Percy pointed to his wool hat, double-wrapped scarf, and poofy jacket. “Also got warmers in my shoes and look! Gloves!” He wiggled his fingers. “I’m sweating right now, but I’ll be great in the air.”

Nico still looked unsure.

“It’s always cold when you fly,” Percy continued. “Winter or not. And I did look at the weather – it’ll be sunny. No storms between here and California.”

“Fine,” Nico huffed. “But if you lose a finger to frost bite-“

“You can tell me ‘I told you so’”. Percy unlatched the stall door. “Ready, Blackjack?”

You bet, boss. I’m eager to stretch my wings. The pegasus stretched out his black wings, then shook his body before trotting outside. California, here we come!

Nico watched him mount up. “Tell Annabeth hi. And IM when you get there.”

“Yes, mom.” Percy rolled his eyes and mounted Blackjack. With a whinny, the pegasus took three running steps before lifting into the air. Percy whooped with joy.

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Percy wasn’t stupid. He had checked the weather and put on all the layers he thought he’d needed. It’s not like he’d be up in the air long – Blackjack was fast and estimated one long day of flying to get to San Francisco. Percy had had long days before. And honestly, after the events of the Giant War and all that quest encompassed, he preferred the cold to heat anyway.

That said, he might have underestimated how cold the trip would be. They’d left camp at dawn to maximize the light, and on-the-ground temperatures had been 35F. Cold, but not too cold. Especially with the right gear. Things would get warmer as they traveled west.

Unfortunately, he had underestimated the drop in temperature at the heights Blackjack flew. The pegasus had gone slightly higher than normal to start, avoiding a slew of small planes flying over New York state, and stayed there. Faster winds up here, boss. We could get there faster, maybe.

“Let’s do it!” Percy could barely hear his own shout over the wind, but Blackjack’s more sensitive hearing had picked it up. Still, at that height, with the winds sending cold air down his throat, Percy couldn’t talk much. Instead, he listened to Blackjack ramble in his head and responded with leg and arms taps. It was a system they’d worked out before.

Percy had brought along sunglasses, the sun might be rising behind them but it was still bright in the sky, but he was wishing he brought other things too. A pair of stretch gloves, to wear under his current ones. Extra toe warmers to put all over his body, like each shoulder. He wished he had a balaclava to protect his face – the wind they flew into was harsh. He kept his eyes closed for stretches at a time to prevent them from drying out.

He wondered how cold it was, ignoring Blackjack’s declaration of a personal quest to sample the grass from every San Francisco park. Below freezing, that’s for sure. What about the windchill? Had they hit negative numbers?

-35F was when they closed schools for fear of kids getting frostbite while waiting for the bus in Minnesota, he heard. Certainly it couldn’t be that cold. He could move all his fingers. He clutched at Blackjack’s mane tighter, trying to focus on his friend’s chatter. He didn’t want to think about the pull of the wind on his coat and backpack, the increasingly numb parts of his skin where the wind found gaps in his clothes, his scarf stiff with his frozen breath and the ice cube on his nose. The wind was loud, his eyelids heavy. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, the sharp peppermint bit of the icy wind with each inhale keeping him awake. But really, it would be so much better if he could just fall asleep. Sleep through the cold and wake up when Blackjack flew at lower heights into the warmer west…

An impact against his sternum jerked him away. He felt groggy, slow, and uncertain of his limbs.

Boss! Boss!

“ ’ackjack?”

Are you okay? You fell! Why didn’t you tell me you needed a break?

Percy might have made a noise. He wasn’t sure. His lips felt too numb to move right. Gods, he was cold. He wanted to sleep, to bury himself in a blanket and bake in a bed oven. He tried to grab something, but only succeeded at swinging his dead weight of an arm through air. The warmth against his stomach slipped, someone shouted Boss! but he didn’t care who.

The wind in his ears sounded like a lullaby.

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Percy woke, shivering and hungry and cocooned in a black hole that he slowly identified as a tight pocket created by Blackjack’s body. The pegasus was curled as tight as he could be around Percy, wing extended to surround Percy. As Percy shifted against Blackjack’s side, the pegasus woke up.

Boss?

“Blackjack?” A shudder ran through Percy’s body and he huddled deeper into his coat. “What happened?”

Blackjack lipped at Percy’s knees, head halfway into the wing-cavern. You fell asleep and fell off. Twice. I caught you.

Percy rubbed his chest. No wonder it hurt, if he slammed into Blackjack’s back at the speed of gravity. Probably not worth nibbling on the emergency ambrosia he always carried though. “I’m getting you a whole box of donuts when we get there. Where are we?”

Not sure. But we haven’t hit the Rockies yet.

Iowa or Nebraska then. Unless the cold had gotten to him really early and they landed in rural Illinois.

“Nico’s gonna tell me ‘told you so’.”

Why didn’t you tell me you were cold? I could have flown lower.

“Didn’t think we’d be up that higher. Or that it would be that cold.” Percy stroked the part of Blackjack’s neck he could reach. “Don’t think I was thinking right for awhile. How long have we been here?”

An hour?

“I don’t have the supplies to stay here. I didn’t pack food. We’ll need to get going again.”

Once you stop shivering.

“I can handle a little cold.”

Blackjack shifted his wing so Percy could feel the full force of his stink eye. It wasn’t the best stink eye Percy had ever seen, but with the removal of the wing came full exposure to the outside air. They were in an empty field, didn’t help pinpoint where they were sadly, and the wind that cut across the ground had Percy instinctively pull back into Blackjack’s warmth.

Blackjack replaced his wing.

“It’s winter, I won’t not be cold,” Percy pouted.

Once you stop shivering under my wing, we’ll go.

Percy sighed, but he knew Blackjack was right. He nestled into Blackjack’s side, bringing his knees up close. Part of the reason for the trip was guy time anyway. “Do you think the grass at Land’s End will tasty salty?”

I hope so!

Smiling, Percy dived into a conversation way too deeply about a food he would never eat. He’d get to surprise Annabeth eventually.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump1 #pjo #fic rec #my fanfiction #percy jackson #h/c #blackjack

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elysiashelby · 4 years ago

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In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 3.3

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 4, 479

WARNINGS: Cursing

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 7 months now. Tommy and Aliena have worked out a bargain on how he should be dealing with his PTSD. Will it help him? Or will it just make everything awkward? Also, she travels to London with Ada, but ends up making a new acquaintance.

MASTERLIST CHAPTER 3.2 CHAPTER 4

A/N: This chapter and 3.2 are both considered extras. You can move onto chapter 4 without really reading them. I honestly wrote chapter 4 before 3.2 and 3.3. So, that will explain why Ch. 4 is a little different. THANKS FOR READING!

“Ali, wake up.”

Instantly, me eyes opened and Tommy was there towering over me with his hand on me shoulder.

“What?” I asked, kind of annoyed.

“Get in the bed. You have about 30 more minutes before you need to get up, all right?”

All I heard was get in the bed.

Say no more, sir, I will!

With me feet, I launched meself into his bed and pulled the covers over me body. Me left arm and neck ached like a mother, but I was determined to go back to sleep.

Through squinted eyes, I watched him leave and once he did, I closed me eyes.

When me eyes opened again, I checked the clock. I only had a minute left to myself. I sighed tiredly. I ruffled the front of me hair, playing with it a little bit then hauled myself up. I made up Tommy’s bed, then left.

I opened the door to me room, went in, and immediately walked to the mirror. I looked at me bruises. There was literally like no change. I sucked on me teeth before looking away.

‘What the kinel am I going to do now?’

I didn’t have another turtleneck dress. I huffed while shuffling through me clothes. There was absolutely nothing in me closet that would cover me neck. I picked a dress that had like a “mid-necklike.” It didn’t cover it fully, but it got most of it.

I got down on me knees, laid flat on the ground, and then pulled out me suitcases from under the bed. I opened them both up. I rummaged to find anything that resembled scarfs, and Lady Luck was on me side today ‘cause I found a couple!

I smiled in delight and chose the one that went best with me pale pink dress. I put it on, put back all the items I took out, and slid them underneath me bed. I got up only to take off the scarf because I had to do me hair.

Once I was done, I went downstairs. Polly was there, drinking her morning tea.

“G’morning, Pol.” I said while aiming for the stove.

“Mornin’, Ali.” Polly replied, “Today, I need you to go to get groceries.”

I nodded, but then it struck me. Lizzie’s been getting the groceries for John. I hummed while looking at Pol.

I started. “So, Polly about John’s groceries...?”

“Yes?”

“Last time I got them, the house was already packed.”

“What?” She asked loudly. I heard her cup clink on the table.

“Yeah. I think John found ‘imself a woman.”

“No shit!” Polly huffed before laughing. “Finally! I mean those kids of his have been needing a mother, Ali. They can’t have just you. Besides, you’re the nanny. Oh, I hope it’s someone who won’t break his heart. Did you see her?”

I couldn’t exactly lie to her outright. I mean this woman can tell when Tommy is lying, you think I’m gonna be the exception? Nah.

I nodded. “She had short black hair and was tall. Not taller than ‘im, but way taller than me. Like way taller.”

I heard her light a match then a puff. She chuckled. “Aliena, sorry to break it to you, but everyone is taller than you. Finn will end up passing you in a year!”

Oh, did that make her laugh!

I looked at her from the corner of me eye and made a “tch” sound.

She walked over to me with her arms open, so she could hug me. “Oh, I’m sorry. But you have to admit it. How short are you again?”

“5 feet.” I grumbled.

“What-? What was that?”

“5 feet.” I said clearer this time, but still soft.

Pol stepped away from me and patted my head.

“Ali, you’re only 5 feet?” Ada yelled while coming into the room.

I groaned loudly. I whispered to myself, “For fuck’s sake!”

“Yep, I’m only 5 feet and a quarter of an inch.” I said loudly.

A chair scraped against the floor. “Huh, how about that! I thought that you had to have been, what, 5’2. But, 5 feet, wow!”

“Yeah, shut it.”

Ada had a smug smile. I put her food down in front of her and then Polly’s. I had to finish making me own scran. Ada and Polly were talking. I was just swaying while cooking.

“Aliena, how would you like to have the day off?” Polly asked.

I twirled ‘round to face her. “Really?” The excitement practically dripped from me voice.

“Yeah. You and Ada should go into the city. Have a girls day! I’ll take care of the kids today.”

Me gaze shifted to Ada. Me excitement gone. She avoided me eyes. I sighed. “Okay, then! Thanks so much, Polly!”

I was halfway done with me scran when Polly got up and put her dishes in the sink. She walked over to the both of us and rubbed our shoulders before heading off.

I waited ‘til I heard the door slammed shut and then kicked Ada under the table.

“Ow!”

“What the hell are you roping me into, Ada?” It’s hard to shout and whisper at the same time! She wouldn’t look at me. “Is this about Freddie?”

Her eyes practically bulged out of her head. I poked the inside of me cheek with me tongue, folded me arms, and leaned back against me chair.

“Fuck, Ada! What do you need me for?”

“Pol has been watching me lately! She’s not falling for my stories, so I figured I’d start telling her that I want to spend days off with you. And hey, you get paid leave!” She smiled before getting up and putting her dishes in the sink. “C’mon. I’ll be with you ‘till the afternoon.”

I smoothed out me forehead, resting me elbows on the table.

I muttered. “You’re lucky that I needed to go and buy some new clothes.” I stabbed the fork in me omelet.

Ada and I took a train to London. We looked ‘round a few stores, but we were talking so much that I kept forgetting to buy clothes. True to her word, Freddie came to pick her up after we ate lunch. I was left all alone after that, sitting at a table sipping on hot chocolate.

Yeah, don't care for coffee or tea. So, I opt for hot chocolate. Luckily, it was always cold here, so I get to feel validated!

After finishing me drink, I went back into some of the stores that Ada and I went into. I bought three new dresses that had a turtleneck. I also bought two regular dresses and a nightgown. I would have bought some undergarments, but they were just too different and difficult for me to like understand. They did have cup sizes and yeah! I'm not going to explain it. I'm gonna need Polly or Ada for that adventure.

To be frank, walking around with no supervision was terrifying and liberating at the same time. I was deathly afraid of the possibility of a man dragging me into an alleyway and mug me or... yeah. However, it was also one of me rare moments where I'm being independent.

I was in London on me bill!

I was walking around with me new threads when I was tapped on me shoulder.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" The girl said with an American accent. She was absolutely beautiful despite the fact she looked absolutely bladdered.

"Ye wha?" I slipped out.

"What?"

I shook me head and said. "Sorry, um, I said Pardon. What did you need?"

She chuckled. "Oh, okay! You know I've never heard that accent before. Where's it from?"

As I answered I started taking in her appearance with more detail.

She had dirty blonde hair. "Liverpool. It's Liverpudlian. I can do an American accent, if you can't understand me!"

She was at least 2 to 3 inches taller than me and her eyes were blue.

"Really! I mean you don't have to do it, but I'd love to hear it."

She was quite thin. Her breasts were large, probably bigger than mine. Her body shape might be a pear like mine or maybe an hourglass.

I started to talk with an American accent. "Um, I don't know what to say. So, I'll just say Hi and how are you?"

Her makeup was smeared. Her eyes resembled a raccoon's and her lipstick dragged from the corner of her lip to the middle of her cheek. She had her heels in one hand, leaving her barefoot. Her hair had previously been kept up, but it was now mostly undone.

She giggled. "Oh my god! It's so good! Have you ever been to America? Is that why you're so good at it?"

I nodded. My analysis was over. "I lived there practically my whole life. I learned how to do this to like blend in. Kids are pretty vicious."

"Ugh! Adults too! I always get shit just because I don't have an English accent. I mean I wasn't born here, what do you expect? My dad was born here, though. We came here after my mom died and then he became an MP. So, I'm basically stuck here with no real fucking friends!"

She hummed while picking at the dirt under her fingernails. Then, she clapped and snapped her fingers. "Right! Can you help me get to the Ritz Hotel?"

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I can help you. Follow me. You were going the wrong direction, love."

I heard her mutter, "Fuck."

We started walking to the Ritz.

"So, what's your name? I'm Cassiopeia Johnson. But everyone just calls me Cassie."

"Aliena Welsh. So far my nickname has been Ali."

"Did you have a different nickname?"

"A friend who I considered to be my best friend used to call me Rosie. She said she would know I was coming because I brought the scent of roses with me." I smiled at the thought. It was a true story. The girl who I considered to be my best friend back home gave me that nickname because I would always buy rose fragrant stuff.

"How come she still isn't your best friend? Did you guys have a fight?"

"No, actually. It was because I moved here. It was a sudden move. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her." I pretended to be saddened as I looked down at me hands.

Cassie put a hand on me shoulder. "Why don't you send her a letter or something?"

I shook me head before meeting her concerned gaze. "She's off becoming a nurse. I don't want to interrupt her with my drama."

She hummed and removed her hand from me shoulder.

"So, how far are we exactly from the hotel?" Cassie asked me.

I hummed as I wondered. "I think about 20 blocks. That's about a mile, I think."

She groaned loudly. "Fuck! God, that lame party was not worth all this." Cassie rubbed her face with one hand.

I smiled at the sight.

"How old are you, Ali?"

"I'm 16. I'll be turning 17 in January."

"Oh, really! How nice. I'm 17 too! I'm gonna be 18 in February. When? What day were you born? Maybe we have the same zodiac sign!"

I chuckled at her peppy attitude, I just told her me age and she forgot within a split second. "January 24th."

"This can't be real. Mine's the 10th! We're both Aquariuses. This has to be fate or something!" She clasped her hands together as if she was gonna pray.

That's when I gave her a face. I haven’t been around this much energy in a while!

She saw and stopped. "Sorry. I had a lot to drink last night."

I shook my head. "No, you're fine. It's just been a while since I've been around someone so cheerful. And someone who is crazy about horoscopes and zodiac signs. I had another friend who was like that. She used to swear up and down that she was an Gemini even though she was actually a Aries. I think her zodiac sign was correct."

Cassie nodded and smiled. "So, do you live here in London?" Her tone was meek and she kept twisting her hands.

"No. I live in Small Heath, Birmingham."

"Oh…"

There was a slight silence after that.

"Well," Cassie said, "you know where I'm staying at, so maybe if you want to chat sometime? We could?" Her face was red.

I laughed. "Yeah, I'd love to hang out. I work almost all week, though, so that'll be hard."

"You have a job?" She asked, quite shocked might I add.

"Yeah. My parents are dead, so I have to fend for myself. My bosses gave me a room in their house."

"That's just-! Wow! You know I always thought about teaching kids, or working in a flower shop if I ever needed to work. What is it that you do?"

"I'm a nanny-slash-maid. I take care of one of my employer's kids. I make sure they are fed, clothed, bathed. I teach them how to read and write. Then, I make sure that all my employers are fed and that the house all of us live in is clean. I don't do all of the cleaning in the house in its entirety. I get help from my female boss. Her name's Polly. Yeah, she basically splits up the work for me." While talking, I was gesturing with me hands and nodding me head a lot.

"Are they nice?"

"Yeah. Of course, they are. They have to be nice, if they don't want spit in their food." I looked at her and stuck out me tongue. We both laughed.

Cassie grabbed me arm and linked them together.

When I finally managed to deliver her to the hotel, she offered me a ride home. I took her offer. I had to wait for her to get dressed properly, though.

"So, you live here by yourself?" I shouted since she was in the shower.

"Yeah! I come here really on the weekends, or when I don't want to be near my dad! But believe me, Angelica's room is so much bigger." Cassie shouted over the running water.

"Who's Angelica?"

"Angelica Sallow! She's the daughter of Earl William Sallow! She's also been my friend here since I arrived. She's a nice enough girl, to be completely honest, but I don't know. She's so stuck up. She always goes on and on about never getting married. Or, the man needs to realize that he's beneath her for the relationship to work. I swear I pity the poor soul who falls for her. And God, don't even get me started on her shadow!" Cassie walked out with a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped her hair.

I was sitting on a lounge chair with me feet up. "Too late, love! You already started. Get on with it!"

Cassie walked to her closet. "The name is Christiana King. She is the granddaughter of a Viscount. Angelica and Christiana have been since childhood, and it's known among high society that wherever Angie goes Tina is not too far."

I made the word "Wow" with my lips, but didn't say anything.

"I know right." Cassie said while buttoning up her dress. "Sometimes, I get the feeling that they are more than just friends. If you get what I'm saying."

I instantly tensed up. The next thing she says will determine if I ghost her or not. "And so what if they were?"

She shrugged. "I think it's Tina that likes Angie. But Angie is straight, she's been with a guy or two in secret. Meanwhile, Tina has never been with one! Even if they wanted to be in a relationship, they probably never could. High Society is too strict about a woman's image for them not to be married off. Or, they’ll have to be married off for political gain."

She passed.

"That's true. Poor Tina, then."

"Yes, poor Tina. You know, I've talked more to you than anyone else these past few years. I mean it's so easy to open up to you."

I nodded as I had me head tipped back on the chair. "Well, it's easier for people to rant when it's to a stranger." No consqeunces, usually.

Cassie laughed. "Oh, come now! Don't say that! We're not strangers anymore. I've told you loads of things." She paused for a moment. "I know, it's because you haven't shared anything. How about you get something off your chest?"

I brought me head back up and faced her. I had to sit on me knees in the chair to look at her though.

We talked the whole walk too. I felt a real bond with her. I mean if we decide to stay friends, then she'll be me first one here.

"Alright!" I said. "Let's see… Oh, well I find one of my bosses attractive."

Cassie gasped. "No way!"

"Yep! Oh, Cassie, if you'd only seen him. He is so fit! His eyes are so dreamy and his cheekbones are so defined!"

"Aliena, how old is he?"

"He's 28. We're 12 years apart."

"Huh, not too bad. By my luck, I'll never meet a decent guy and will be married to a guy three times my age."

"Eee!" I exclaimed in disgust.

She gave me the same face.

"Well, are you gonna pursue him?" She asked while doing her makeup.

"I don’t want to make the first move. Plus, I'd doubt he'd even see me in that way. He's not exactly an open book, ya know. So, you have to be slow and patient with him. He's barely let me in like a month ago and we've known each for seven months now. But you know what, that makes sense. I mean the man is 28 and if we did get chummy fast, that would've been weird, to say the least."

"That's true. But can't say it would be illegal. Age of consent is 16 here."

"Maybe so, but it goes against a lot of social constructs and moral values and ethical principles of our modern society."

We both hummed.

"Would you mind being with a 28 year old?" I asked.

"Nope. I wouldn't even mind a 38 year old as long as he was good-looking and wealthy." She smiled at me through the mirror.

Me mouth fell open in shock. The corners of me mouth turned into a smile. "Cassie, you're my fucking soulmate!"

We started having a big 'ol laughing fit.

When we calmed down, I said. "But I'm still not going to do anything! I admit he's very attractive, but he is my boss. I need this job and helping him find happiness is completely fine with me."

"Aw, aren't you a saint!" Cassie exclaimed, quite sarcastically.

"Was that sarcasm, Cassie?"

She stuck her tongue out at me.

I scoffed playfully! “Oh, I don’t play with sarcasm!"

I leaped for her and she screamed. Let's just say the fight ended in a draw. Yeah, a nice tie!

When we finished, we went down and Cassie had her car running to take me home. I felt pity for the driver who was probably waiting for a good two hours.

'I've done this loads of times. I've relinquished all of me troubles and secrets to a person who claims they want to be me bestest of all best friends, only for us never to contact each other again. It's disappointing, but again- I'm used to it.'

I hopped out of her car and waved her goodbye.

"Next time, I won't go for the back of your knees!" Cassie yelled.

"Ta' even though we both know that's a cheap shot."

She stuck her tongue at me and I did the same. Then, she left and I watched. A weird pit in me stomach formed.

'It sucks to get used to something so sad. I really just wanted that movie trope kind of best friend, but I never had it before. I wanted Cassie to be it. But only time will tell.'

I sighed heavily, kicking a pebble before turning around and unlocking the door. I heard the sound of shoes against the floor, but I didn't pay attention to it.

“And where the fuck have you been?” Polly shouted.

Me eyes almost came out of me head. She was yelling at me.

“Wha-?”

“Do you realize what time it is? Do you?”

“I, uh. Innit about 8?”

“It’s 10 pm, Aliena. 10 pm!”

I pursed me lips while looking down at me shoes. “Oh…” I let out a nervous chuckle.

“Oh. All she says is ‘Oh’.”

Tommy cleared his throat. “Ali, Ada said she lost you while youse were shopping. What ‘appened?”

I looked at Ada. She was biting her nails with her gaze trained away from me.

The little-!

I sighed, tightly closing me eyes before making up at lie. “Yeah, something caught me eye at a different shop. I just went out of the shop we were in without even realizing it. When I went back, she was already gone. Then, there was this girl who needed help with directions and I helped her out and I made a friend. She gave me a ride home.” I was switching me weight on each leg, bouncing like a divvy.

Thomas sighed. A ciggie in his hands. “There you have it, Pol. She made a friend.”

The crowd dispersed while Polly walked over to me. She put her hands on me arms. “Never run off by yourself like that again. Understand me?” She said.

I nodded. “Never again.”

Polly pulled me into her arms and hugged me.

“Go on. Go to bed.” She pushed me towards the staircase while a hand flew to her mouth, covering it.

I did as she wanted.

I was just abar done brushing out the tangles in me hair when there was a knock on me door.

“Come in.” I said.

The door opened ‘n Tommy walked in. I gave him a tight lipped smile.

He cleared his throat. “Are we doing this therapy thing t’night, or?”

“Yeah. Yep.” I put down me hairbrush and started walking toward him.

Tommy curtly nodded, turned ‘round, and walked into his room.

I’m not going to lie. It was very awkward.

Very stiffy, he sat down on his bed while I stood there, kinda just watchin’. Then, he rolled over to his side and laid down.

Once he did, I found me same spot. I sat down at his bedside, me arms folded and resting on a sliver of space on the bed.

I barely opened me mouth to start talking when I was rudely interrupted.

“No. I don’t like this. Get on the bed. I can’t have you falling asleep there like last time.”

He grabbed me arms and started pulling me into the bed.

I reflexively snickered. “Wait! Wait.”

“What?” He asked with his beautiful, enchanting eyes staring up at me.

I was standing on me knees on the bed, his hands still on me arms.

“Can I be on the other side?” I asked.

He blinked rapidly. “Why?”

“I don’t like sleepin’ so close to the door. If someone comes in, you’ll die first, then me.” I shook me head as if that was the most obvious piece of information that everyone knew.

Tommy laughed. He actually laughed at me. “Yeah, whatever. Fine by me.”

He let go of me arms and started shuffling back to where he originally laid. I, on the other hand, climbed over his lap to get where I wanted.

Once I was there, I sat criss-cross applesauce style with me hands in me lap. It was just for safety reasons. I didn’t want him to accidentally see me undies.

A silence enveloped the room.

I huffed before deciding to start talking. “Ok! The friend I made today was a girl around my age. Her name is Cassie ‘n she’s staying at the Ritz Hotel. It’s a real classy joint. Made me feel small, but whatever. She’s really air-headed like I coulda been a thief and nicked some of her stuff, but she let me into her room without a thought. But, you know a lot of people back home always told me that I looked really innocent despite me ‘aving a resting bitch face.”

Tommy snorted.

“It’s not funny!” I pushed him. “Kids at school wouldn’t talk to me ‘cause I intimidated them. Anyway, she told me that her dad is an MP.” His eyes darted to meet me own.

I scoffed and pushed him again. “You liked that bit, didn’t cha? Geez. Focus on going to sleep, dummy. Close your eyes. Go on! Close them.”

Tommy scooted his body down and did as I said.

“She was really nice. I don’t know if we’ll actually be friends, though. It would be nice. We got along really well, but could’ve been fake. You never really know when people are fake until after you shared a moment with them, if that makes any sense? Yeah.”

I didn’t know what to say after that, so I started to hum for a little while.

“Oh, I’ll try singing a song. And before you try resisting, it’s not any song that you would know. So, just shut up and listen.”

Just then an evil thought ran across me mind.

‘I’m not gonna lie. I’m dying in the inside!’

“Happy or sad, Tommy?” Me nails were digging into me palms. I was trying so hard not to tick. It would either be a bunch of snaps or I’ll clap me hands wildly. However, I didn’t stop the grin on me face.

His eyes never opened. “Sad.”

I instantly hated meself ‘cause the way this man said that one simple word broke me heart.

I cleared me throat and racked me mind for a sad song. I couldn’t really decide on one, so I went with my default which was “Bitches Broken Hearts” by Billie Eilish. I went onto sing “Crazy” by Patsy Cline and “Summertime Sadness” by Lana Del Rey. Then, I sang “I’m Not The Only One” by Sam Smith, and let me tell you even though I had fun singing it- it was still embarrassing ‘cause me voice kept cracking at some of the high and low notes.

I sang “ilomilo” by Billie Eilish. For me unexpected “final” song, I sang “The One That Got Away” by Katy Perry.

Even though I was sure he was asleep, I still sang until it was more yawns than lyrics. The difference was that I was singing anything I wanted. Since I was already singing Katy Perry, I sang “Teenage Dream.”

Me final song was “Boyfriend” by Best Coast. I gave up halfway, laid down, and fell asleep.

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The Sun Will Shine. (Chapter:2)

Summery: Thanos invaded the asgardians ship & Thor called for back up. Being a liable paramedic, you gather your tools and went to space. You end up being injured during battle but Thanos was defeated, what will you do when you find out your lover, Loki suffered more than just a few battle scars? But then again, no one is ever really gone.

Chapter Summery: You left the hospital with the news of Lokis death. The first night in the Tower seems quite until you found a book between Lokis other favorite books.

warnings: Im not entirely sure, but this is one is kinda sad. small panic attack? and swear words i think.

wordcount: 2.4K+

Getting out of the car, you breathe in and walk towards the elevator in the tower to get to your compound floor. You pressed the button on the elevator and sighed. Tony tapped his fingers against his thigh with his eyes glued on the number going up towards the floor. “We made it, safe and sound” He smiled and looked at you before walking out of the elevator. You nodded lightly and gave him a smile back, even though you felt like complete utter shit, Tony has helped you the past two days ever since Thor walked out from that hospital room, he has been kind to you and it didn’t feel as lonely as you expected it to be.

“Tony, Thank-“

“ah ah ah, no need to thank me, we’re a family, we will always look after each other!” He gave your shoulder a soft pat and angled his head towards the kitchen. “They’ve made food, join us?” He said with hope in eyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. Ever since you received the news, you wanted nothing but to be alone. So, you shook your head. He frowned and then nodded his head. “We’ll leave your food in the microwave for later, get some rest, y/n” And with that he walked towards the kitchen.

You sighed and slowly walked towards your shared bedroom with Loki. Once you’ve reached the door, your hands began to tremble and your breathing was getting heavier. The closer your hand got to the knob, the more it trembled and with a deep breath you open the door and scan the room quickly before covering your mouth and closing the door behind you.

You shut your eyes, maybe if you keep them closed you won’t cry, you lean against the door. It was getting harder to calm down when every time you breathe in you also inhale his scent.

“Why did you have to fucking leave me?” You curse at the empty room.

Silence.

Silence was all you have now in this room. No more morning kisses, no more late night cuddles, no more arguing, no more Loki.

You sniff as you walk around, trying to adjust with this wide space. The chambers were always fit for one person, it was just a bed, a couch for two, a walk in closet, a desk & a bathroom. But now it felt like it was too big, too empty.

Looking around at the mini library you installed and smile through the tears, not being able to see; you caressed the books softly and then sat down on the desk, looking out the window.

When Loki first came to the compound, it was difficult for both him and the rest of the team.

Your first encounter with the God of Mischief was during a meeting before a small mission about a random Hydra base.

“What is he doing here?” You said, venom dripping from your words.

“Darling, I’m asking the same question myself. What am I doing here?” He smirked at you, scanning your reaction. It always felt like he could see through you. “Lady y/n! I see you met my brother Loki!” He smiled wide. “Adopted.” Loki budged in, with a finger pointed up. You nodded slowly and looked between the two brothers before going to your seat next to Nat. Loki however, kept his eyes on you almost the entire meeting, every time you look back at him, he pretends to be looking at something else.

You stare at the buildings and the glowing lights in each one as you replay your memories in your head. The tears never stopped, it was hard to believe that the man you love is no longer here to hold you. A knock made you turn your body towards the door. “Can I come in?” It was Wanda. You sniff and shrug.

“I don’t have the energy for anything, so do what you want.” And with that you turn your back to her and stare out the window. She sat down next to you and rested her hand on your knee, looking at you. “When I lost Pietro, I felt the same. Like a piece of me died” She looked out the window, giving you privacy when she noticed how your brows furrowed and your eyes swelling with tears again.

“I’m not saying that you are going to move on, but-“ you shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. “I don’t need words, Wanda. I need him back.”

“In Romania, we believe that death is just the second step, wherever he is, y/n. I believe that he is okay” she whispered softly.

You replied with a sniff as your body shook. She wrapped her arm around you as she slowly swayed you both. “Sleep in my room tonight?” You look up at her, unable to process that the bed is going to be empty without Loki, you saw her stare at the view, maybe she was thinking about how to turn down your offer or tell you that you have to do this on your own, but she then responded with a soft smile and a nod. “Okay, I’ll go change quickly and get you something to eat” She unwrapped her arms and got up to leave the room.

You get off the desk and roam around the room, grabbing a random book from Lokis side, it was dusty; Which is odd, considering Loki cared for his books too much to allow a single spec of dust. You scanned the book then looked at the others, this was the only one dusty, as if it wasn’t touched for ages. You open the book and realize that it is actually a journal. Lokis had a journal? The words were written in his handwriting. You start reading the first three words and your heart beats faster.

If I die, my love.

You look around the room, biting your lips. Closing the book and reopening it to the same words, maybe you were imagining things, you told yourself. Maybe it’s just a poem, but as you read a few more words.

If I die, do not believe them. I am here, near.

Waiting for you.

You know me like no other, my love. I always have my plans and tricks against the titan.

Your throat feels dry and you sit on the bed, looking at the door as Wanda walked in with her pillow & a tray of food, her smile dropping when she noticed your face was drained of color and your mouth open.

“What is it?” She approached you slowly.

“He’s not dead.” You look up at her.

“Loki? Did you see him?” You shook your head and pointed at the book.

She eyed you and then looked at the book. “y/n…” She sat down on the bed in front of you. “No, Wanda listen to me” You read her the words and she nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry but, but this doesn’t mean anything.” She said as she twirled a finger around a strand of her, a habit she tends to do when she’s nervous, you notice and nod.

“You’re right, I’m making a big deal, it’s probably just a poem.” You say, sarcastically. “A poem that somehow talks about him dying and mentions of Thanos!”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Y/n, please don’t overwork yourself now, you need to rest. If Loki is planning on messing with you now, at least allow it when you’re healthy” She frowned and put a hand on the book, you look down at her hand and then back up at her, nodding “You’re right, I’m sorry” You close the book and put it on your night stand then pull the tray towards you. “Thank you, Wanda” She smiles at you and moves to sit next to you on the bed before turning on Netflix. “Anything for my sister” Now it was your turn to smile.

You spent the rest of the night watching Netflix, Nat came by to check up on you and decided to join you two, the night was filled with binge-watching & jokes about dumb scenes in the movies. You ended up falling asleep halfway through the fourth movie.

Your sleep was interrupted by a soft thud next to you, slowly opening your eyes and turn your head towards the sound, raising an eyebrow when you find it to be the journal. Looking back at Wanda & Nat then back at the book, you slowly sat up and grabbed it, not wanting to wake them up. You then got out of bed and walked out of your room towards the balcony in the living room, it was dark & quiet, not a single soul was awake. 3:43AM. You noticed the time and sat down on the chair, staring at the buildings again, your heart beating faster when you opened the book, too scared to read the words again, as if it’ll disappear and the small grain of hope you have will extinguish.

You push yourself to look down at the page & reread the same words again, sighing in relief as you continued to read, leaning back down on the chair with your legs up on the table.

If I die, my love.

If I die, do not believe them. I am here, near.

Waiting for you.

You know me like no other, my love. I always have other plans and tricks against the titan.

I always knew that he would be defeated, the titan was driven by his own imagination that he lost his grip on reality.

Now tell me, my love. Do you remember the list we had about the places I have promised to take you to? It’s where I wait.

You flip the page, furrowing your eyebrows. Of course you remember that list, he made you write down every place you wanted to visit so that he can take you there himself. You bite your lips, you don't know where he put that paper, you wrote it almost a year ago. That list had over 50 places written on it, he could be anywhere. “What are you doing to me, Loki?” You whisper to yourself. This was starting to feel like it’s some stupid treasure hunt and you were growing frustrated the more you read. It was filled with numbers and codes.

You sigh and close the journal, your feet leading you to Thors room. Hesitant, you knock on the door softly. You give it a few more seconds. There was no response so you walk away, and as you took a sharp turn towards your room, you bump into someone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there” You say.

“y/n.” It was Thor. You look up at him and smile slightly, “Can’t sleep?” You say and notice the drink in his hand, frowning slightly, he just shuffled in his place and gave you a stiff nod.

“I want to apologize for my behaviour back in the hos-“

“Thor, it’s okay. But we need to talk- it's about your brother” You hand him the book and he raises an eyebrow slightly before walking towards the living room. “What is this about?” He said as he sat down, knowing that you followed him to the living room.

“He’s not… you know” You sit down next to him and point at the book. He chuckled and looked at you only to stop when he noticed the serious look on your face and cleared his throat. He set the book down on the table, staring at it, waiting for something to happen to it. “This is his journal Thor.” You say with an annoyed tone before you could stop yourself. You know Loki always loved to mess around with Thor when they were kids, so you knew he was probably expecting Loki to jump out of the book or something.

“Yeah of course, why- why would the journal be Loki? That’s not what I thought” He said with his voice slightly a pitch higher & laughed softly. “How do you know he is not dead?” His tone changed to serious and he set the drink on the table next to it. You ran a hand through your hair and shrug. “It’s as if he’s telling me where he is hiding, but it’s just filled with riddles and numbers and I need help translating some words.” You look at him, hoping that he would understand what you’re asking from him without having to say what it is that you want. He shook his head softly and leaned back on the couch, opening the book and reading it.

“Those letters and runes are in Juton, I cant speak Jotun…” He looks at you quickly before looking back and flipped the pages quickly, scanning some words with his eyes before shutting the book. “Look, Loki is… Well, if he really wanted you to find him, he wouldn’-“ Your groan stops him. “Thor, please, even if I’m wrong in this, I just want to know” You shrug “What do I have to lose?” He stares at the drink ahead of him and nods gently. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you with this, it seems as if he is making this harder for the both of us, since I cant understand a single word he wrote. Both Juton and english, he is asking you to find him, not me” You can hear the hurt in his words and nod, apologising for this conversation.

Thor is mourning his brothers loss and you’re over here trying to force him to do something he can’t do. But you are determined on understanding every word Loki wrote in this journal, with or without anyones help. You excused yourself and went to your room, slowly walking in and looked around, you looked at the girls and smiled softly and then walked towards your closet, grabbing as many clothes as you can and quietly put them in a bag and then went to the desk, you took half of Lokis books and put them in the bag and then softly laid on the bed, scrolling through your phone for apartments for rent.

Tomorrow, you were planning on leaving this Tower to understand whatever is going on around you. You love everyone in this Tower and they all mean so much to you but you want to be alone and it feels like this is the only way to achieve it.

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bleedingthirium · 5 years ago

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Gavin x Reader (Stressed Out)

Authors Note: -Sobs- I tried to go for a softer Gavin Reed around his S/O at home but I feel like I went a little out of character. And I wrote ALOT. Im sorry! But I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry if it’s bad. And sorry it took so long to post.

Warnings: Swearing (because it’s fucking Gavin, c’mon people. GET A MOVE ON!) Category: Fluff

You and Gavin work completely opposite jobs; he was around dead people all the time, trying to find the murderer… whereas you were (more or less) based upon keeping people alive. Or – eventually, it would be come your job. Technically you held half a title as a Nurse. You’ve still got a lot of studying to do before you became a fully registered nurse. Though the doubts were slowly creeping in from the back of your mind, clouding your focus as you sat on the floor leaning your back against the couch. For some reason you preferred to sit on the floor with your studies spread across the coffee table. You know this wasn’t good for your posture, being a Nurse-in-training, you definitely knew better! At least everything was in reach and you didn’t have to lean yourself halfway over a dining room table to retrieve a document or textbook that happened to be a little bit too far from your reach. This was more or less how Gavin found you. Sitting on the floor with your studies surrounding you.

“Hey Babe. How’s your day?” He asked as he shut the door behind him, grey eyes taking in the copious amounts of paperwork and text books and forced himself to hold back a groan because he hated paperwork. The last thing he wanted to come home to was more paperwork, it reminded him too much of being back at the precinct. Of course, he didn’t outwardly complain because he knew this type of paperwork was necessary/essential. No way in hell he’d ever tell you to pack it away.

You didn’t even hear the keys jingle in the doorknob, or even hear him walk in until his voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump almost ten feet in the air! “Jesus Gav! A bit of warning!” you gasped, hand flying to your chest in fright, as if you were attempting to calm your frantically beating heart down. “I gotta come home some time, babe.” He chuckled, clearly amused at catching you off guard. Your reaction was pretty fucking priceless. But his reaction slowly fell as realization dawned on his features. He had said goodbye to you this morning just as you were setting up for your study sesh. Except it had only been three text books and a small file of paperwork. Not this strewn of a mess. “Y/N? Have you been there the entire day?” Your eyebrows lifted as if Gavin just asked the most ridiculous question in the universe, but when your eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, they widened at the time. 6:30pm! What the hell!? Where the hell did the time go!? “Uh, I guess so? Then that also means I haven’t gotten as far as I’d like. I’ve still got a report to write, essays… Oh my god, I’ve got a test to study that I almost forgot about!” A hand lifted to your forehead in stress before sliding down your cheek and your E/C orbs glanced around at the mess. “I’ve got so much to do! Not enough time. I’m going to fail. Oh my god, I’m going to fail!” “You’re not going to fail.” Gavin’s firm voice spoke through your thoughts. This wasn’t the first time he’s helped you through a mild anxiety attack regarding your studies. Stepping over some of your books and paperwork, you watched as he made his way over to you, lifting his leg slightly as he swung it behind him so he could straddle the couch behind you, so that you now sat in between his legs. “You were born to be a Nurse. I’ve seen how you’ve patched me up. Your gentle with your hands. It’s one of the things I fell in love with.” You leaned back, head tilting back and upwards to glance back up at him. “Just my hands? Not my heart or my beautiful face?” Gavin quietly chuckled, “And your sense of humor.” Speaking of hands, you suddenly felt his hands on your shoulders. You immediately let out a groan of satisfaction as his fingertips firmly pressed into the knots on your shoulder. Gavin was quiet as he began massaging your shoulders; giving you a small break from your workload, knowing he can at least offer something to help you. Judging by the roll of your head and the small mewls of pleasure coming from you, he must be doing a good job! It wasn’t often Gavin massages you. Mostly due to his own hectic workload, and quite often he came home exhausted. But when he does, oh his fingers are magic and immediately have you trapped under their spell. “I don’t know Gavin…” you started, biting your bottom lip before letting it go. “I’m worried I’m in over my head. My passion is to help people and there are other ways of doing that. This whole medical study is a little too hard.” There was certainly no mistaking the disappointment in your voice and Gavin stopped in his ministrations for a moment before picking up again. “Y’know…when I studied to become a police officer, I didn’t think I’d get through.” He quietly opened up to you a little. It’s not often he does, he’s just not a very open person and you learned that it was easier to let him come to you when he’s ready rather than you question for answers. “I was just some dumb punk kid. Couldn’t spell. Kept pickin’ fights, worried I was gonna end up on the wrong side of the law indefinitely. But, uh… here I am. Y’know? The physical stuff was easy. Loved it. But the academic stuff? The studying, the essays? Man, it felt like bullshit. My final exam… y’know, the one that really matters…? Thought I’d fucked it up completely. I studied as hard as I could but it felt like nothing… I left that exam room, ready to quit. Wanted to quit. Hell, I even almost tore up my acceptance letter. There was just no way in hell I was gonna make it. But I did. And you will too. Just keep going, Y/N. Don’t give up. The world needs you as a Nurse. I need you as a Nurse. Who else is gonna patch me up?” You let out a sigh as Gavin kept working the knots on your shoulders, and his firm voice slowly soothing your worries. To others who didn’t know Gavin, one would assume he was being a bit harsh or blunt with his speech, but you knew the tones of endearment that lay within the message he was trying to send. “Take a breather, Y/N.” Gavin suggested when you didn’t respond to his little spiel that came from the heart. He didn’t take offense to you not replying. He knew you tend let things process a little before taking on board what was said. “I can’t. I have so much to do.” You said as you leant sideways on his knee, a hand waving at the mess of papers and textbooks everywhere. “Your burnt out. You’re gonna get shit done tonight. You don’t think I’ve been where you are? You’re gonna just sit there and re-read the same question for the next three hours, trying to make sense of it. And you’re gonna write fuck all because your brain is tired.” His fingers had stopped massaging across your skin, but they had now begun to caress softly across your shoulders before dropping to your upper arms and giving them a squeeze of reassurance. He’s head coming to lean down and press against the side of yours as you both sat there for a moment in silence. You hadn’t argued against him so, to him, that meant you were likely contemplating what he was suggesting and would heed his advice in stopping for the night. His grey eyes spotted something in one of your text books and frowned, trying to make out what the fuck it was… “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to something that represented a certain type of sweet. “It’s a spleen.” “Looks like a jelly bean to me.” “Yeah, well it wouldn’t taste like one.” “How would you know? Have you ever tasted one before? Are you secretly a cannibal that I don’t know about? … ‘cause that’s kinda hot. Let’s do it!” Joking of course, he attacked your neck with kisses, making you smile and the small sound of laughter escaped. Gavin’s heart fluttered just a bit knowing he made you smile, even if it was just a small smile… “C’mon Y/N. Pack all this away. Start fresh tomorrow.” “Yes Detective.” You murmured, teasingly using his title which you did every now and then. It always earned a small sound of laughter from him. With a kiss to your temple, Gavin wiggled himself out of being trapped on the couch by your body, and left you to pack up your paperwork. He would have helped but he didn’t want to mess up any system you had going (working on case files at the Precinct, he knew what it was like to have a mess of papers spread out across the table but for it to also be an ‘organised mess’). You barely paid any mind to where Gavin was going, assuming he’d gone to take a shower or something. You focused on packing things away, feeling a little more at ease after Gavin was able to place your mind to rest. This is one of the things you adored so much about him; at first glance he looks like a gruff person you wouldn’t dare be friends with, but underneath all that… there’s a much sweeter side to him. It took him ages to show it, but you saw his potential, caught glimpses of it beneath his rough-boy exterior. Hence why you never gave up on him.

Everything in two neat piles, you carried both to the dining room table and set them there, ready to tackle tomorrow. For now, you needed to focus on cooking dinner because even though it’s been a long day for you, it’s been an even longer day for the poor Detective. And the last thing he needed to come home to was a stressed out girlfriend. “Hey, Gav? What do you want for dinner?” You called out from the kitchen, hand resting on the countertop with a finger idly tapping away in thought because you hadn’t prepared anything earlier. “Don’t worry about dinner” Gavin said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, making you jump ten feet in the air. Again, making him chuckle at your reaction. “Ran you a bubble bath. Go relax. I’ll handle tonight.” Had your hand not been resting on the countertop, you would’ve fainted at the offer. All this time Gavin had prepared you a bubble bath while you were tidying up your papers, despite his own long-ass day. How the hell did you get so lucky to have him? How the hell did people not see that he was such a kind man beneath his rough exterior? “I… but what about dinner?” “I’ll order pizza. Now go. Water’s gettin’ cold.” You stared at him just a moment longer before the relief washed over your body and your shoulders sagged, hand sliding off the bench. “Sounds good.” You softly murmured before walking up to him and pressing a kiss against his cheek. You didn’t see it as you made your way to the bathroom, but Gavin had a stupid smile on his face. He may not show it in all the right ways, but he was head over heels for you. He fucking worshipped the ground you walked on. You were that softness he needed in the world of cruelty he was exposed to either by his job or his own damn actions. You soaked in the bath for a good long while – or until your stomach started growling loudly and ruined the mental aesthetic you had going on. The last thing you expected Gavin to do was run you a bath, much less a bubble bath. Just add it to one of the many things you loved about him. Like it was said, he doesn’t show his love or appreciation in normal ways. But the massage, the bubble bath, the taking over the evening’s plans so you can relax despite his own long and stressful day… those were the ways he shows he cares. It wasn’t long before you were snug in your pyjama’s and followed the scent of Pizza that sat on the coffee table, Gavin patiently waiting for you to join him before he began eating. You hated that he does that, he needs to eat. No need to wait for you. But then again, you adored that he had some gentlemanly values. Because, looking at him (or with your first impression of him), you thought he lacked them entirely. There was a bottle of water waiting for you too, as sweet as Gavin was to take everything into consideration, it made you feel even more guilty because he’s had a long day and you haven’t even asked about his day, or how he was going! You quietly sat down and took your half of the cardboard box that had your pizza on it. “Hey. You’re gonna make a great Nurse one day.” Glancing over to him, you saw the sincerity in his grey eyes. He 100% believed in you. No doubts. Your eyes quickly shifted to the kitchen table before glancing back at Gavin again. He’s right. You can do this. You’ll do it for him. A gentle smile spread across your face, blush lightly tinging your cheeks. “Thank you, Gavin. For everything.” “Hey, c’mon now. How many times have I come home late or pulled an all-nighter? It’s the least I could do. Besides. You got no idea how hot you’re gonna look in your uniform.” “They’ll be scrubs Gavin. Not the 1950s get-up.” “Still gonna look hot babe. And ‘m still gonna rip ‘em off you.” You chuckled softly at the underlining compliment before moving a little closer to him on the couch, resting against his arm. To which he moved it slightly so you could rest in the crook of his side while you ate. “I mean it Y/N. You’re gonna be great and I’m so proud of you.”

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the-weeping-author · 5 years ago

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Hate To Love Chapter 4

A/N: hi guys thanks for reading chapter 4 I hope y’all like the Steve interaction part 5 should be up some time within the next week or so or maybe sooner. Just keep an eye out.

Warnings: cussing, if you squint hard enough low key cheating.

Word count: 1,411

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Please enjoy 😊

I’d be lying if I said I did not want to go to Steve's party but somehow I let Barb and Nancy convince me to go. I was sitting in my mirror finishing my hair when I heard a knock on my door.

“Here we go Sara, it's just one party, what's the worst that could happen?”

I sighed, I stood up walking over to my mirror adjusting my leather jacket along with my denim skirt poofing my hair up some more. I slipped on my velvet black boots then walked out my bedroom.

“Alright mom how do i look?”

She looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at me.

“Oh Sara baby you look so good who are you trying to impress?”

I smiled at her shrugging.

“Oh no one, I just want to look good.”

“Well Sara you could wear sleep shorts and a tank top and you’d look good.”

I smiled at her messing with my curly black chestnut brown hair.

“So you think I'm overdressed?”

She quickly shook her head at me putting her book down.

“No honey that's not what i'm saying you just look like you're trying to impress someone that's all.”

I nodded walking out the door.

“Alright mom i'll see you later.”

“Okay honey just please don't have too much fun. I've lost will I can't lose you too.”

I nodded then shut the door then I walked to Barb's car.

“Holy shit look at byers you look bitchin’.”

I let out a loud laugh looking at myself then at her while Nancy got in the back seat.

“Bitchin’ is that a new word to your vocabulary barb?”

She smiled at me nodding,

“Definitely especially if you start dressing like this more i mean come on who are you dressing for girl?”

I scoffed looking at her. Why does everyone keep thinking I'm dressing up for someone? Cause I'm definitely not.

“No one barb I just wanted to look nice.”

“Nancy you're oddly silent for someone who drug us along with you.”

She shrugged then looked at us both.

“I'm just thinking about things with Steve and I.”

When she mentioned Steve my stomach twisted in a knot and I had no idea why.

“What do you mean nanc?”

Barb looked over at me smiling widely.

“Oh nothing, Sara just her and Steve have been talking but they aren't officially dating yet you know dumb highschool stuff.”

I nodded while that strange feeling came back, I stayed silent the rest of the car ride which luckily wasn't long.

Barb stopped us before we even got to the door.

“You guys, I have a bad feeling about this.”

I stopped walking, I turned towards barb and nancy.

“I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels that way, let's get out of here.”

Nancy grabbed both of our arms pulling us towards her.

“Wait guys no please just stay I don't wanna be here alone please just stay for me.”

I frowned looking at barb then back at Nancy the loud music entering my ears.

“I don't know Nancy, I mean Barb’s right maybe we all should just go home.”

“Oh come on Sara, I know it took alot for you to convince your mom to let you come out with everything going on plus it being a school night.”

I looked at Nancy then at barb, barb shook her head at me practically pleading me with her eyes to side with her.

I sighed looking at barbara.

“Im sorry barb but she has a point i didn't go through all this trouble just to not show up.”

She nodded then looked at her shoes.

“I know Sara, it's just I don't want them making fun of us like they use too.”

I smiled softly at her wrapping my arm around her.

“Hey no ones going to make fun of us, if they do I’ll beat them up just for you.”

She laughed at me, we all three made our way towards the front door. Nancy knocked, it only took someone a few minutes to open the door, my stomach did a cartwheel when I saw Steve's face.

Then carol along with tommy popped up from behind him, my face stiffened then steve and i made eye contact. He looked me up and down smiling.

“Hey.”

I smiled, sending him a friendly wave.

“Hi.”

Steve opened the door letting us in when he shut the door he led us to the back where the pool was, I turned to look at all of them.

“I didn't know you had a pool. If I did, I would have brought my bathing suit.”

Steve flashed me a smile which made me weak in the knees. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. He's Nancy's guy, she's a friend of mine and I was taught that friends don't do that to one another.”

Steve's eyes lingered on me for a moment when Carol got our attention.

“So steve here swears your sara byers, tommy and i disagree i mean there's no way you could have gone from not to hot.”

I smiled at her double handed compliment while I grabbed a beer from steve.

“So is it true?”

I took a long swig of the beer then I looked at Tommy then Carol then to Steve.

“To answer the hot topic, yes, yes I am Sara Byers.”

I saw Carol's eyes widen a bit while Tommy’s mouth hung open.”

“Holy shit you'd think they saw a ghost.”

Barb said while she nurtured her beer I smirked at her comment quickly taking another drink of my beer. About three beers later I was starting to let loose. Steve had been up Nancy's ass all night not that I cared it was just annoying.

“Harrington, where's your bathroom, I have to pee.”

He stood up walking over to me.

“Come on i'll show you.”

I stood up and followed him inside his house. When we got inside I saw Nancy talking to barb. I turned towards Steve to see him halfway up the stairs. I quickly followed him, my boots making noise letting him know I was behind him.

“You know sara you look great tonight.”

I looked up at him for more than just a second for the first time tonight.

“Thanks but you’re with Nancy and I can't do that to her.”

He nodded at me, showed me to the bathroom.

When I was about halfway into the bathroom I heard him call my name, when I turned around his lips were on mine. I quickly pushed him out of the bathroom shutting the door in his face.

“Oh my god Sara are you fucking stupid thats your freinds guy and you just kissed him.” I sighed, running my hand down my face.

I thought to myself running my hand over my face, After I used the bathroom I washed my hands, I kept replaying what just happened in my head. I was beyond aggravated. I kicked his sink then recollected myself opening the bathroom door going back outside.

For some reason I looked in Carol’s direction and she was smirking right at me, my stomach dropped, I knew I was in deep shit.

As the night went on Carol was silent, I knew what she was planning. The little bitch was going to tell Nancy what she thought she saw. Me kissing Steve not Steve kissing me.

The night went on like it would have. I was trashed barb had somehow cut her hand, I went inside to get stuff to clean it then boom she was gone, at this point I was over it.

Nancy left me, now barb just up and left me which meant I had to fucking walk home. So here I was walking home at midnight dressed like some Led Zeppelin groupie.

When I saw barb in a few hours she was dead. When I finally got home everyone was asleep but I knew I was going to hear it from my mother in the morning and if not her then definitely Johnathan.

After I got inside my house without being too loud I went straight to my room grabbing some clothes then heading to shower. The shower felt great the hot water washing away the sweat, thoughts and alcohol in my system.

After I got out I brushed my hair climbing in bed with my pjs quickly falling asleep. That night I dreamt of Steve harrington.

A/N: thanks for reading hopes y’all liked the serve interaction cause I don’t think the next one will be nice.. stuff hits the fan with Nancy and Sara so keeps look out.

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fiftyshadesgrl · 5 years ago

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Wrecked

I sit shivering from fear and cold, my clothes dripping from the freezing rain outside. I have heard about negan and the saviors but had never ran into them. I had been alone since my boyfriend abandoned me, how long was it, six months, a year. I had no idea all i knew is it was spring when we were cornered in that gas station by walkers and now it was winter.

Jake, my boyfriend at the time said the gas station looked safe, but nothing ever is safe these days. I followed him to get supplies and luckily this place hadnt been raided yet. We split up, i go for canned foods, water and medical supplies, jake goes for ammo and weapons.

I heard the walker outside, i ducked and waited until i thought it was clear. Turns out more made their way to us. Jake turned the corner just as i was closing my bag, he signaled for walkers outside. I nodded and crawled across the floor away from the walkers sights. I stood next to jake, "we cant go out the front way." Jake nodded and signaled towards a exit in the back,, i nodded and followed him.

Jake turns a corner, the big exit sign in sight. Jake turns the knob and i cringe as it squeaks loudly. He opens the door just a crack to make sure its clear then opens it all the way. Everything seemed to blur then. A walker grabbed jakes arm, the walkers arm detached as jake slammed the door back shut.

I heard glass breaking and bodies hitting the floor. I looked around and seen the managers office and rushed towards it, twisting the knob and thank god it was unlocked. "Jake! Over here!"

He lets go of the door and runs to where i am. I see the walkers coming in from where jake just stood. I slammed the door and slid the lock in place. The walkers started pushing and banging on the door, jake used all of his weight and pushed against the door.

"(Y/n) help me hold the door." I pushed all my weight against the door, didnt seem like it did much good from the way the hinges were creaking with every push. We looked desperately for a way out, not seeing anything in my sight that would help us i followed jakes gaze to the heat duct above the desk. "Think we could reach it?" I say as the door shook violently.

He looks me deeep in the eyes, "i can for sure."

I nodded, "okay you go first while i hold the door then you pull me up."

He shook his head, "theyll get in before i could reach you."

"What do we do then? We cant just stay in this room." I say trying to hold back the tears.

He leans towards me and kisses me, "i love you." He whispers agaainst my lips.

"I love you too." I say knowing this would be our last kiss. Suddenly jake lurches forward jumping up on the desk and pulling the cover to the duct off. "What are you doing?" I yell as the door gives way more.

He shrugs, "survival of the fittest. Ill miss ya." He climbs into the duct, leaving me behind.

"You son of a bitch!" I scream. I check to see how many bullets i have left in my handgun, just one. If those damn things wanted a meal they aint getting me alive. I look over at the file cabinet and decide to fight for my life.

I made a quick lunge for the file cabinet and push it, i seen the door giving way but i had to do something. I push and it tilts, i push with all my sttength and huff out a breath as it falls over just as the doors hinges give. I jumped up on the desk and jump towards the opening of the duct, almost damn it. The door begins to break more, a walker is halfway through. The pack on my back is making it hard to jump so i open it, grab a water bottle, a first aid kit and a can of spam.

The walker is crawling through as i make one last attempt to jump. I jump and get a grip inside the vent. I pull with all my strength, i have my upper body laying inside the vent as the walker grabs my boot. I kick franticly but its grip is relentless. I grab my handgun from my belt and shoot the walker in the head. Throwing the gun down as i pull myself the rest of the way into the vent.

I lay there for a minute trying to catch my breath. I can hear the walkers below scratching and clawing trying to get to the vent, thankfully i know they cant. After that day i have been on my own, i never found jake even if i did id probably kill him for leaving me.

I sit now in a room that reminds me of a interrigation room at a police station, but at least it was dry and warm. The man who now sat in front of me his name was simon, his 60's porno mustache stood out to me and thats how i remembered his name. "So little lady, where are you from?"

I look up confused, this wasnt the question i had been expecting. He shook his head, "what i mean is what group are you from."

I shake my head, "im not with any group."

He leaned forward in his chair and intertwined his fingers. "Dont lie to me, its better if you just tell me before the main man gets here."

"Im not lying. Ive been on my own for months." I say shivering, i hear a door open and a tall dark haired man wearing a leather jacket walked in. He swung a barbwired covered bat around as he whistled some kind of tune.

He took in my appearance and nudged simon with his elbow, "simon, be a gentleman and get the lady a blanket." Simon didnt hesitate, he stood and left the room when he came back in he handed the man the blanket and exited the room. He walked over towards me and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, i clutched it and shrunk into it getting all the warmth i could.

He walked back around the table and sat down, "whats your name doll?" He asked, i couldnt help the way his voice warmed me on the inside.

"(Y/n)" my teeth had stopped chattering and my toes and fingers strated to get the feeling back in them.

He smiled and nodded, "im negan." I felt the fear creep back up my spine at the mention of the name i had heard so much of. He chuckled, "i take it youve heard of me."

I nodded, theres no reason to lie because what have i got to lose. "Yeah quite a bit actually."

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. "Whats a pretty little thing like you doing all alone out in this cold?"

"I have nowhere to go." I say matter of factly.

Negan furrows his brow, "of course you do. If youve heard of me then youve heard of the sanctuary, you couldve always come here. How long have you been on your own?"

I shrug, "i dont really know 6 months to a year. I dont even know what month it is."

"Its december." He says handing me a bottle of water, i down it in a matter of seconds. "How long since you have ate?"

I place the bottle down on the table gently, "three days ago." He nods then goes to the door, he ls talking to someone. He shuts the door a moment later then sits back down in the chair across from me.

"What group were you with? Whyd you leave?" He crosses his leg to where his ankle is resting on his knee.

"I wasnt with a group. It was just me and my boyfriend for a while. Then we got cornered one day and he chose to save his own ass and left me behind. I got out though thankfully. Ive been on my own ever since." Theres a knock on the door and negan goes to answer it, he comes back holding a tray of food. My stomach rumbled at the smell of whatever it was, he placed it in front of me. There was various vegetables, soup, and bread. I dug in immediately and negan just sat and watched.

He waited til i was done to ask anything else. "Howd you survive all this time?"

I leaned back, having a full stomach and being warm made my eyelids heavy. "I kept low, stole when i absolutely had to and stayed away from walkers."

He laughed, "thats a real fuckin woman there. Well let me be the first to welcome you to the sanctuary. You can stay as long as you like. Come with me cause i know youre in desperate need of a fuckin shower."

"No shit." I chuckle under my breath, he laughs again as he leads me upstairs to a magnificent bedroom.

"Everything youll need is in the bathroom there. Ill have you some clean clothes on the counter before you finish." Why was everyone so scared of negan? He was portrayed as a monster, a blood thirsty psyco who would kill someone if they looked at him the wrong way. This wasnt the negan that was standing before me. I feel like i can trust him. Will it come back to bite me in the ass? Only time will tell.

To be continued.......

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the-small-one-to-rule-them-all · 5 years ago

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Wings, Whips, and the Waves They Make

Summary: Winged!Virgil has a run in with Remus that sparks a crazy turn of events that leave them all a bit worse for wear. Virgil can’t catch a break. Patton is loyal to a fault. Roman gets saved in this one. Logan does damage control.

Pairing(s): qpr moxiety, platonic LAMP

Warnings: Blood, injury, graphic description of injury, crying, screaming, swearing, implied past abuse, “on-screen” physical assault/torture, strongly implied cannibalism? (remus is strange), unsympathetic/abusive remus, unsympathetic/villain deceit, unsympathetic/abusive orange side,

Word count: 10,720

A/n: PLEASE heed the warnings! This one is hurt/comfort but it is still a bit intense at times and I want you guys to keep yourselves safe! I’m pretty happy with it, but I tried a few new things in the middle just like style-wise and im not entirely sure how it all worked out. Also, I created my own version of the Orange side, I didn’t really give them a specified job or anything, but they’re there, they’re a villian, and their name is Orion. (also only Virgil has wings) I worked hard on this one, enjoy!

They had been relaxing, having a famILY picnic for lunch in the imagination when Remus shows up out of nowhere and takes a swing at Virgil while he isn't looking. Roman jumps to bat him away. He doesn't make it. The sword swings. It lands. Virgil is on the ground unconscious. His wings are no longer attached to his body, laying three feet from him.

Logan and Patton rush forward to tend to Virgil as Roman redoubles his efforts to defeat Remus behind him.

Virgil collapses on his stomach and Patton kneels by his head as Logan inspects his back.

“Virgil, Virge, I got you.You’re safe now.” Patton coos, lifting Virgil’s head into his lap.

Virgil groans and opens his eyes.

“We’ve got you, kitten. Logan is fixing you up right now. It’s going to be okay.”

“NO!” Virgil shouts, eyes opening wide..

Logan and Patton freeze

“Don't try and fix it. Don't try and stop the bleeding. It will only hurt worse when they come back.”

“When they what!?” Logan shrieks.

Virgil sighs, “When they grow back. Trust me, please. Don't make this worse than it is already going to be.”

Logan doesn’t want to listen, but he can't bring himself to ignore Virgil’s pleas and so abandons his medical kit.

Patton frowns, “Virgil, what can we do?”

“Just... let me cry. Don't touch my upper back. And, maybe... let me hug you...” Virgil mutters quietly.

Patton immediately nods, “Of course! You can hug me all you need. Can you sit up or do you need some help?”

Virgil grimaces, “I got it.” He brings his knees under him and uses his core to sit up far enough to collapse into Patton’s arms and chest.

Patton helps him adjust his legs, “There we are. Is this okay?��

Virgil has his arms wrapped around Patton’s neck with his face buried in his shoulder and is, for all intents and purposes, sitting in Patton’s lap.

Virgil nods, “Yeah Butterfly, this is good.”

Logan looks him over, feeling a bit useless, “Would some painkillers help with the... process?”

Virgil shakes his head, grimacing as he feels the wings begin to grow, “You don't have anything that’s near strong enough. Thanks though.”

Logan nods.

Virgil tucks his head into Patton’s shoulder as a steady stream of groans and curses falls from his lips.

Patton would chide him on his language if he wasn't currently watching skin-covered bones start to grow from the open wounds on Virgil’s back.

Logan watches silently, facing Patton with a horrified look on his face.

Virgil writhes in Patton’s lap and begins to cry as muscle and skin stretch to cover the bone and more and more bones begin to form. There is a sickening pop as each bone appears. And with each one Virgil seems to scream louder. The wings form inch by inch, bone by bone, until halfway through they see a large bone spring into existence in the webbing of his wing. Virgil howls, biting down on Patton’s shoulder on instinct.

Patton has one arm on Virgil’s lower back and one in his hair. The hand in his hair is rubbing slowly in a feeble attempt to sooth the writhing side, the other a constant presence that he hopes keeps Virgil grounded.

Not far away, Roman defeats his brother. He turns around to walk triumphantly over to the others, when he hears Virgil’s screams. He rushes over and stares in horror as he takes in the scene before him.

Virgil isn't the only one crying. Logan is staring at Virgil’s wings horrified, tears falling down his face, wincing at every pop and resulting shriek. Patton started crying long ago if the flood of tears dripping off his chin is anything to go by. Roman slowly takes a seat next to Logan and takes his hand. Logan squeezes it in acknowledgement as Roman turns so he doesn't have to watch. The sight makes him queasy and soon he is crying too, the sounds coming from Virgil piercing his heart. They all sit there for a time, crying, waiting desperately for this to be over.

Patton knows that the wings are finally finished growing when the feathers have come in and Virgil stops writhing, though his crying doesn't fade. Patton leans down and whispers what he hopes are comforting words into his hair, “It's over. You’re gonna be okay. It’s all over. I'm sorry. I’ve got you kitten.”

Logan knows it’s over when he watches Virgil slump against Patton. He sighs and finally peels his eyes away leaning his forehead on Roman’s shoulder. Roman runs a soothing hand over Logan’s back, laying a kiss on his temple.

Slowly, Virgil’s crying slows and his breathing calms. “Thank you, Pat.” he mutters, his voice hoarse from his cries.

“Oh, Virge, i'm sorry I couldn't have done more.”

Virgil sits up a bit to look at Pat and shakes his head, “You did enough, more than enough actually- wait.... Are you crying?”

Patton nods, sniffing and rubbing at his face to try to clean off the dried on tears.

Virgil ‘s eyes grow wide, “Oh gosh I bit you! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to! I didn't want to hurt you Pat I-”

“Shh, Virgil, I'm fine. It’s fine. I wasn't crying because you bit me and I know you would never bite me like that on purpose.”

Virgil takes some deep breaths, calming his breathing.

At the sound of Virgil’s voice, Roman turns around. “Virgil, are... are you okay?” he asks.

Virgil climbs out of Patton’s lap and turns to face the others, hissing as he lowers his arms, “I mean.... define okay. I'm not dead.... uh”

Logan sighs, “We are concerned for your physical wellbeing. I'm assuming you’re still in at least some pain, but could you stand or walk if you needed to?”

Virgil nods, “Yeah, I'm in a lot less pain now, but I am pretty exhausted. My wings are sore, and are going to be sore and sensitive for about a week. After that I'll be back to normal. As far as walking goes, I'm probably going to be slower and a bit clumsier since my wings help me balance so much, but other than that I shouldn't have any problems.”

Logan frowns at him, “How... How do you know all of that?”

Virgil looks down at his feet and winces, “Can we just go back to the house so I can lay down and take some painkillers?” I don't want to have this conversation right now.

Patton grabs his hand, “Virge?”

“Can we please go home first?” Virgil begs as he gestures to his old wings sitting not three feet away.

Roman grimaces and nods, “Yeah, lets... lets go.”

With that they all sink out and into the living room. Virgil sprawls on the floor, Patton takes a seat next to him, leaning on the nearest wall, and Roman and Logan sit on the couch.

“Okay but seriously, can I have some food and pain meds?” Virgil groans.

Roman nods, “I’ll get the strongest ones we have.” He says, rushing to get the supplies.

Logan adjusts his glasses, “So, if you don't mind me asking, uh, how does that work? Why did they grow back?”

“Logan,” Virgil groans, “I just regrew wings that are half the size of my body and was able to feel it the whole time. My brain is so tired I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.”

“Are you magical?” Patton asks.

Virgil sighs, “I don't think so, but if I am, this is a curse I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies.”

The room goes quiet again right as Roman comes back, “I got pain killers, some water, and an assortment of snacks”

Virgil smiles, propping himself up on his arms as Roman sets the impressive display of food in front of him.

“I'm sorry.” Roman mumbles.

Virgil shakes his head, “Everything you brought is great,”

“No, i'm sorry I couldn't stop him.”

Virgil sits up, medicine halfway to his mouth, “You tried, that’s all that matters. You are not responsible for everything your brother does. I appreciate you trying to help. You did all that you could.”

“But if I had done something sooner.”

Virgil shakes his head firmly, “No, don't blame yourself. Thinking about the ‘what ifs’ is my job.”

Roman nods, silently.

Virgil takes the meds, grabs a granola bar and starts eating. When he is done he closes his eyes and groans as he settles back down on the carpet.

“How... how did you know they were going to come back like that?”

Virgil sighs, “Isn't it obvious? This isn't the first time Re- the Duke has chopped off my wings to get a snack.”

Roman sputters, “A snack?! You mean he...?”

“Yes. I don't think he knows that other people eat chicken wings, either that or he just doesn't care.”

Patton makes a small concerned noise.

Virgil goes to pop his neck and groans as his stretching goes in vain.

Patton sits up a bit, noticing his discomfort, “Would you like a back massage?”

“I... I don't know, maybe.”

Patton nods, “I could just do your shoulders and your lower back if you want.”

Virgil tries to pop his neck again and nothing happens, “You know what, sure. But I wanna lay on my bed for that.”

Patton smiles, “No problem.”

They sink out to Virgil’s room. Virgil is already sprawled out on the bed by the time Patton gets there.

“So, uh, how would you like me to do this?” Patton asks taking a seat on the bed

Virgil mumbles, “I don't know, just... start wherever you want to. But like, let me know before you do, so I don't freak out too bad.”

Patton nods, “Okay. Uh, is it okay if you take off your shirt or would you rather keep it on?”

Virgil snaps his shirt off.

Patton sighs, “I could’ve done that for you, you didn't have to use the energy to do that.”

“Well I prefer to be the one that controls my clothing so, sorry.”

“Oh, no, it's fine V.”

Patton looks over his back and makes a plan, “V, is it okay if I start with your lower back?”

He makes a noise of acknowledgement and sighs, “This was your idea Pat. Do whatever you think is best. I trust you. Just tell me what you’re doing.”

Patton smiles, “Okay. well then I’ll start at your lower back and I'm going to use some massage oil to make sure I don't hurt you. I'm only planning on going maybe halfway up your back but let me know if anything hurts too much or you want me to stop, okay?”

Virgil nods, “Sounds good.”

Patton rubs the oil on his hands and places himself next to Virgil. He reaches over and gently places a hand on his lower back, stilling as Virgil flinches at his touch but relaxes back to meet it. Patton rubs a slow circle on his back in appreciation. He brings his other hand to Virgil’s back, sliding it on over his other hand. Virgil only just flinches at that.

Slowly, Patton rubs his hands over Virgil’s back pressing down slightly to see where any tension may lie. He then works with the side closest to him. He finds the tension and rubs it out working from the middle of his back out outwards. Starting at the base of his spine where the top of his pants ends. As Patton works, Virgil melts under his touch, relaxing and sighing as the tension that he hadn't even realised was there releases.

Patton works his way up Virgil’s spine to the halfway point before shifting to the other side, keeping one hand on Virgil the entire time. He begins the process anew on this side of Virgil’s back. He gets about three quarters of the way through and thinks Virgil might’ve fallen asleep. However as he starts massaging the next section, Virgil groans.

“Pat, stop.”

Patton immediately stills his hands releasing all the pressure he had been applying, “What’s wrong kiddo?”

Virgil buries his face in his arms, “That... it hurt.”

Patton hums, “Okay. Thank you for telling me, I won't rub there anymore. Would you like me to move up a bit or something and keep going on your back or would you rather I move to your neck and shoulders or are you done?”

“I uh, would you rub my neck please?”

Patton nods, “Of course, kitten.” He shuffles up the bed to sit above Virgil’s head. “You uh, I can't do this very well with your head tilted to the side.”

Virgil frowns, “Well I can't lay on my back right now... why don't you just rub my shoulders instead?”

Patton shakes his head, “You know what, I have an idea.” He snaps and suddenly he is holding a neck pillow like the ones they sell for airplanes. He holds it out to Virgil, “Maybe try using this so you can breathe and still have your head the right way.”

Virgil lifts his head and Patton sets the pillow down. Virgil slowly lowers his head into the pillow, letting the thing surround his face, “This isn't actually that bad.”

Patton smiles, “I'm glad. I'm going to start on your neck now.”

Virgil sighs as his hands gently rub away the tension in his neck. He has never felt this relaxed before. He might actually be melting into the comforter, but he would never admit it.

Patton smiles as he watches Virgil relax even more. He is just happy to be able to help in some way.

“Pat?”

“Hmm?”

“You know how you call me kitten sometimes?”

Patton smiles, “Yeah, I like cats.’

Virgil chuckles, “I know, but I wanted to tell you, uh animal-based nicknames weird me out a bit, they just remind me of the others a lot.”

“Oh, like Mr. Liar Man?”

Virgil smiles at the silly name, “Yeah, like him.”

Patton thinks on it, “Okay. Thanks for telling me kiddo. I’ll do my best to remember to stop calling you kitten.”

Virgil humms, “Thanks Patt.”

There is a pause as Patton moves from rubbing Virgil’s neck to rub his shoulders before he asks, “Does that mean you won’t call me butterfly anymore?”

“Probably,” Virgil admits, “I mean, unless i'm gonna turn you into one.”

Patton giggles, “Well it would be fun to have wings like you.”

“I'm not enjoying the wings right now, but I guess on a more normal day you might like it.” Virgil says.

Patton frowns, “Is there another nickname you want me to call you instead?” he asks, changing the subject.

“Uh, no, I'm fine with whatever you choose, just not stormcloud or something animal based, please.”

Patton hums, “Okay, I'll do my best to come up with a really good one, okay?”

Virgil smiles, starting to nod off with how relaxed he has become, “Okay Pat.”

----

Virgil spends the next few days laying in his bed, three days later he finally feels good enough to get up and join the others. They spend the day planning for videos and watching cartoons and movies. When they finish the second Harry Potter movie, Roman goes to put in the third, ready to have a marathon until bed.

“No, not that one please.” Virgil asks ad Roman pulls the movie from the case.

Patton frowns, “Why not? I thought this one was your favorite. Aren’t Sirius and Lupin your favorite characters?”

Virgil sighs, “Yeah, normally I do like this movie, but I don't think I can watch Remus turn into a werewolf right now.”

Logan frowns for a moment before it hits him. That scene is startlingly similar to what happened to Virgil mere days ago. It must be painful to watch, “Oh. Well, okay, we can skip to the fourth one then.”

Virgil grimaces at the thought of watching Voldemort grow a body and sighs, “Why don't we just watch Frozen and call it a night?”

Roman sets down the movie case, “Virgil, are you okay? I know you did not just recommend watching Frozen of all things.”

He sighs, “Yes, I did. I know for certain it is something that won't trigger me or the rest of you and is lighthearted enough that Patton wont get nightmares from it.”

Logan looks at Virgil, his brows pulled together and shakes his head, “Virgil, please, you need to talk to us about what happened.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Virgil crosses his arms and pulls his hood up, “You have no idea what you are asking of me. You don't want to hear about it. I... I don't want to burden you... To hurt you.”

Logan crosses his arms, “Virgil, It is unhealthy to bottle up one’s emotions regarding trauma. If the emotions are ignored then healing is almost impossible.”

Virgil throws his hands in the air, “Well, maybe since I haven't healed I don't want to talk about it! And you aren't my therapists so it’s none of your business!”

Patton frowns, “We may not be your therapist, but we are your friends, and we want to support you and help you V. We care about you”

“I get that, I get that you care, but what do you want me to say? What do you want to hear from me? That I could feel my bones breaking and reforming, raggedly growing into existence? Tell you that they used to punish me by cutting off my wings when I did something wrong? To know that it has been so long since the last time they cut my wings off that I had almost managed to forget what it feels like? That they’ve done that to me almost 20 times and that it hurts worse every time? Tell you about the horrible memories I have of them breaking the bones in my wings as they were forming because they knew they would heal quickly and still hurt just as much as if they didn't heal so fast? Do you want to hear about how hard it is to sleep at night sometimes when I'm terrified of one of them coming in and cutting them off again? What do you want from me?” Virgil’s voice cracks and his breath catches as he starts to cry.

Patton wimpers, slowly reaching out to take Virgil’s hand.

Virgil pulls away from him and Patton retracts his hand quickly.

Virgil sniffs, “Sorry Patton, but I don't want to be touched right now.”

Logan stares at him, pain and regret etched into his face, “Virgil I, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you like that.”

Virgil shakes his head, “It’s okay, I know you were just trying to help.” He looks around, withering under the stares of the others.

Paton looks at him imploringly, “We aren't going to hurt you Virgil. I promise.”

Virgil gives him a small smile, he knows that.

Roman nods, “We love you Virgil, and we want to protect you, we want to help you. We never want to see you in that much pain ever again.”

“I know, and I really appreciate that, but I don't think there’s anything you can do.” Virgil says with a sigh.

“Can... may I please hold your hand?” Patton asks

“I... I said I don't want to be touched right now Patton.”

Patton nods, “It’s just... I don't know what else I could do to help.”

Virgil shrugs, “You cant really help right now Patton. This isn't something that can go away in five minutes or after one therapy session. I need to work through this by myself.”

Patton deflates a bit at his words, “Oh. well... can I at least sit under you and lean on the couch? I just wanna be close to you V.”

Virgil smiles a bit, “You can sit with me Pat.”

Patton smiles and rushes to sit with him.

Virgil sighs, adjusting his position on the couch a little, “Why don't we just watch Frozen and move on for now? I... I just need some time.”

Roman nods, shooting him a sad half-smile as he grabs the movie and puts it in the dvd player.

They watch the movie in relative peace. Roman hums the songs under his breath, and Logan scolds him while Patton chides the two of them for talking during the movie which Logan counters as being hypocritical, and honestly Virgil finds it all a bit endearing. He feels safe here. So, when Patton starts crying when the movie ends, he lets his hand fall to the side for Patton to take.

Patton grabs it and rubs his thumbs over the back of it, kissing where it meets his wrist. He closes his eyes and focuses on making Virgil feel better.

Virgil feels pain leaving his body and sighs, before he sees the frown on Patton’s face. When he does, he rips his hand away from Patton’s grip, “Pat no! Why would you do that?”

Patton looks up at him shocked and confused, “I... I just want to help”

Virgil shakes his head, staring at him scared, eyes wide, “You could’ve really hurt yourself Pat! Don't you ever do that again!”

Patton looks up at him kindly, “I'm fine kiddo, really. I mean I took a lot more when you grew them back in the first place and I was perfectly fine then.”

Virgil’s jaw drops, “Is... oh I'm going to regret asking this. Is that why you were crying?”

Patton shakes his head, “No, not at first!”

Logan groans, “Patton! We’ve talked about this!”

“Logan, you know-”

Roman interrupts him, “Padre, you’re gonna really hurt yourself someday and whoever you’re taking the pain from is going to feel guilty because of it!” Roman insists.

Patton shakes his head, “I wont! I know my limits! Why do you think I didn't take all of Virgil’s pain when the wings were growing in? Why do you think I didn't try to heal him?”

Logan frowns, “One of these days something is going to happen to one of us and you aren't going to be able to fix it.”

“Don't say that!”

“It’s true.” He insists.

“No!”

“It isn't your job to fix everything Pat!” Virgil explains, “Some things... some people, we’re just broken and you can't fix it.”

Everyone goes silent.

Roman is the one to speak up, “Virgil, you’re not-”

“You don't know.” Virgil snaps, more venom in his voice than he intended, but he doesn't care. “You guys have absolutely no idea what I was like before... before the others screwed me up. When I wasn’t terrified of everything. I didn't always have these permanent bags under my eyes. I wasn't always this jumpy or antisocial or broken. I'm so broken I barely even remember what I was like before. I just barely remember a time where I was genuinely happy most of the time... when I didn't have wings. I'm just broken, almost always have been. You can't fix me.” Virgil grows quiet, hugging his knees close to his chest, staring at the others hesitantly.

“Virgil... I...”

Virgil shakes his head, “No, I don't remember what happened. I just remember a flash of light and searing pain and then I had wings. I'm just like this now.”

Logan swallows and carefully asks, “Is there anything else we should know?”

Virgil sighs and shrugs,“Well, I uh, I guess I might as well tell you everything at this point. So here goes nothing, I'm nonbinary and my pronouns are they/them.” Virgil pauses as the shock of what they admitted hits them. “I can't believe I just told you that. Uh, I'm going to go lock myself in my room now.” they sink out instantly, leaving no room for argument.

The room is left in a few moments of stunned silence.

“I'm going to go follow them.” Patton announces, getting to his feet.

Roman shakes his head placing an arm on Patton’s shoulder, “No Patton. We need to give them time.”

Logan sighs, “We messed up. We pushed Virgil when we should’ve waited for them to open up to us and now we are paying for it.”

Patton frowns, “What do I do? How do I fix this?”

Roman sighs, looking sadly towards Virgil’s room, “You don't, not right now.”

----

It has been two weeks and Virgil has not left their room, though they have taken the meals left outside their door and left the empty plates to be taken when they were done.

Patton and Roman decide to go on an outing in the imagination that afternoon while Logan does research on things that might have given Virgil their wings.

Slowly, dinnertime approaches and neither Patton nor Roman come back from the imagination. Logan makes Virgil and himself a sandwich and goes to leave the food outside of Virgil’s door when he sees a note has already been placed there.

The messy green writing reads, “Hello Virgil, I have captured Roman and Patton. They will pay for what you have done. Don't bother coming after them, when i'm done there won't be anyone to come for.”

Logan drops the plate in his hand, “V.... Virgil? Have you seen the note on your door? This is urgent.”

“No L, what is it?”

“It’s from Remus.”

Virgil swears, opening the door and coming out to see the note.

As they read it their face goes pale, “Holy shit.”

“It’s a trap” Logan mutters.

Virgil shrugs, “Obviously. But that doesn't mean i'm just going to let him kill them.”

“You aren't going without me.”

Virgil sighs, “Could I even stop you if I tried?”

“No.”

They already knew that, but they don't say so, “Well then, let's go save our family.”

Logan nods as they head off into the imagination, Virgil leading the way.

----

“No! Stop! Don't do this to him! Please!” Patton begs as Roman’s cries echo around the room. They are in a dungeon-like space, Patton is chained to the wall in a small locked cell with jail-cell doors.

Remus has Roman strapped to a table and is currently making small slices to the sensitive skin on his ears, hands, fingers, and face.

Remus humms lightly, “Stop? Hmm? No, I don't think I will. I think I am going to carve my name into his forearm so he will never forget about me, about us!”

“No!” Patton screams, “No!”

“You’re right, I could do much worse. Why don't I stab him somewhere!”

“No, not him! Don't hurt him!”

Remus freezes, turning slowly to face Patton with a demented gleam in his eye, “Oh! so sweet wittle Patton likes getting hurt, huh? You want me to hurt you? Would you enjoy that?” he taunts, “Maybe I should give you a good whipping!”

Patton looks from Remus’s face and sees Roman’s look of horror. Roman shakes his head, trying to get Patton to back down.

Patton stares Remus down, “If it means you aren’t hurting Roman? Yes.”

Roman clasps his hands together, “Oh, how noble! You really are a good friend! I think I will take you up on that, but I'm not quite done with my brother yet. Why don't I give you some input since you’re so eager to talk, hmm? Where shall I carve my name into him, his forehead, his arm, or his feet?”

Patton opens his mouth to speak

“You know what I wanna do his feet. Sorry, If you’re faster next time you can choose!”

----

Logan and Virgil walk towards the other’s part of the mind, where Virgil knows their castle-like house, complete with fully equipped dungeons, lays.

Logan notices the tenseness in Virgil’s wings as they move and frowns, “Virgil, are... are you sure you want to do this, to go back?”

Their wings bristle a bit, “No. I don't want to go. I never thought I would, but I will for Roman and Patton’s sake. And just so we’re clear, use he/him pronouns once we get there, alright?”

Logan nods, “That is understandable, but why are you doing this? Why would you put yourself into a situation where you have to see them again?”

Virgil sighs, “I can't let them get hurt like I did. And I sure as hell can't let them think I abandoned them, abandoned the family, without even trying to save them.”

Logan nods solemnly “I understand.” After a moment he adds the question he just dares to ask, “Does that mean you are no longer upset with us?”

Virgil blinks, but their pace doesn't falter, “Upet? No, I'm not upset. I forgave you guys for questioning me after two days.”

Logan hesitates and falls behind a step, “Well then why have you not left your room for two weeks?”

Virgil grimaces, “Because I... I’m scared that you guys are going to use the wrong pronouns or say something about how my identity isn't valid. I... I couldn't take that right now. Not from you guys, not my family.”

Logan gently lays a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, stopping him, “We would never hurt you like that V. Never. We all completely respect you and your identity and pronouns. We have had two weeks to practice using them while you were in your room. We rarely slip up now, and always correct each other if we do. We support you V. You do not have to be afraid. We are not going to reject you, especially not for this.”

Virgil can't help the small smile that rises to their face, “Thanks L. I needed to hear that.”

----

“Why are you doing this?!” Patton wails as Remus unclips Roman from the table having carved his name into each of his brother’s feet.

Remus chuckles, “Normally I don't ever have reasons. But you're lucky, this time. I'm doing this to get back at Virgil for leaving us! I can't wait to try out my new toys on him! I left a note for him on his door! He should've seen it by now and be on his way.”

Patton’s stomach drops as Remus hangs Roman up in chains next to him and swallows the lump in his throat as Remus unlocks his chains.

“He... he hasn't left his room in two weeks. He isn't going to see that note.”

“Well, then I guess we just have more time to play before he shows up!” Remus exclaims with glee as he drags Patton out of the cell.

----

They see the castle on the horizon and Logan realises he has no idea what happens next, “What is the plan for when we get there?”

Virgil sighs, “We sneak in and you get them out while I distract Remus. Sink out to the living room when you have them. Then, when you guys are free, I will meet you back there.”

Logan quirks an eyebrow, “Are you sure that the plan will work?”

Virgil squares their shoulders and stares straight ahead, “It has to.” they admit, “I won't be able to forgive myself if it doesn't.”

----

Patton screams as the whip lands across his back. His back which is already covered with welts and cuts and bruises from how much Remus has been “playing” with him.

Remus rolls up the whip and smiles as he examines his work. He runs a hand down Patton’s back, making him choke out a sob between his quiet tears.

“Oh, wow Patty dear, you really do take your pain so well!” Remus croons as he presses down on a particularly raised welt. Patton whimpers pitifully and lets out a cry as Remus rakes his nails down his back.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Remus calls happily, putting the whip away.

The door swings open, “Hey trash man.”

Remus looks up with a smile to see Virgil walking into the room.

Roman stares at them, eyes wide, clinging to the chains on his wrists, “Virgil! It’s a trap! Run!”

Virgil shrugs, “Of course it’s a trap. I would be surprised if it was anything else.”

Remus stares at them with a hungry look in his eye, “Oh, Virgil, what pretty wings you have.”

Virgil rolls their eyes, “What have you done with Dad here? Looks like you’ve been having fun with him already.”

Remus smiles and spins the table Patton has been strapped to so that he is facing Virgil, “I just finished giving him a nice and thorough whipping! We’ve been having a lot of fun today!”

Virgil nods slowly, trying to look impressed, “Nice choice. I see you’ve gone for targeting all the soft sensitive spots, some things never change, do they Dukey?” Virgil asks, looking up to see Logan sink out with Roman.

Remus shrugs, “Why try to fix what isn't broken?”

“Well, I think there are some better ways to... personalize your techniques to the captive, so while this definitely will work on everyone. It just would not be my go to for him.”

Remus steps forward towards Virgil, “Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

He steps even farther forward “Well, why not share what you’ve learned with dear old Dukey?”

Virgil takes a step back, shakes his head, and crosses his arms, “I already shared my wings with you, you're gonna have to earn it if you want anything more.”

Remus sneers, “Oh, those old things, those don't mean a thing.”

Virgil scoffs, “They kinda meant a bit to me. Cut the crap, why do you want my new wings so soon? Did you already finish the last set? Do I not taste good to you anymore?”

Remus sneers, “Your last pair was a bit chewy, it got stuck in my teeth.”

Virgil represses a shudder of disgust, “What makes you think these will be any different?” They ask, as they watch Logan gently sink out with Patton.

“These wings haven't had the use of those last ones. The fresher the wing, the more supple the meat.” Remus says gesturing like a stereotypical Italian chef.

Virgil turns up their nose, “Not gonna lie dude, that's disgusting.”

“Thank you!”

Virgil shrugs, “You’re not welcome, and you might want to check on your prisoners before you come after me.”

Remus stills, tilting his head dramatically. He spins around and shrieks when he sees the empty room around him.

Virgil sinks out fast, a smirk on his face.

“You stinking codfish!!!” Remus shrieks, “I’ll tear out all your feathers one by one!”

----

When Virgil finally makes it back to the living room, Roman has been laid on the floor with a towel under his feet. Logan has Roman’s head in his lap and is holding his hands as the princely side thrashes and screams.

Only then does Virgil realise that Patton is still not wearing a shirt, and crying.

Patton is kneeling at Roman’s feet, his hands are glowing, “I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ro. I can either heal it or make it feel better, but not both. I know it hurts. I'm sorry. I know. I'm sorry. I'm almost done. There. There, I’m done. It’s okay, you’re okay now.”

Virgil falls to their knees as the reality of what they just managed to do hits them like a freight train. Deep breaths in, one... two... three... four. Hold one... two... three-

Logan sighs in relief, “Virgil, oh thank god, you’re safe!”

Patton frowns, “Wait, what’s wrong?”

Virgil looks up and sees Patton reaching for them, “I'm fine.” they mutter, scrambling away from Patton’s touch. “Don't hurt yourself more for me.”

“Oh...” Patton pulls away, worrying his bottom lip in his teeth, “I.. V, I wasn't trying... I just wanted to give you a hug.”

Virgil curses under their breath, “I.. I'm sorry Pat. I’d like a hug”

Patton’s head perks up, “Really?!”

Virgil nods.

Patton practically tackles them as he throws himself into their arms.

Virgil lays their hands on Patton’s shoulders to avoid hurting the emotional side.

Safe, safe. I'm safe. Patton, Ro, and Logan are safe. He’s gone, Remus is gone. I'm okay. Virgil tells himself as the panic continues to press in.

Patton suddenly presses a kiss to Virgil’s forehead and for a moment, all the whirling thoughts in his brain stay still.

“You came. You saved us... thank you.”

Virgil smiles, “Of course I did Patton. I wouldn't leave you two with him...” they trail off stiffening up at the thought.

Patton strokes their hair, “Hey, V, we’re okay. We are safe, okay?”

Virgil nods. They bury their head in Patton’s hair, grounding themself.

When Virgil finally feels like their brain has stopped spinning, they sit up and Patton releases them from the hug.

“Are you with us again Virgil?” Logan asks.

Virgil nods, “Yeah, I'm back.”

Roman looks at them, soft and reserved, a look that Virgil rarely sees, “Thank you. I don't typically like being the one who is saved, but this time... I don't mind so much.”

Virgil shrugs, “Even princes need rescuing sometimes. Speaking of, how are you doing?”

Roman wiggles his hand in a so-so gesture, “My feet hurt a lot less now, but i'm still... dealing with seeing my brother again. Oh, about my feet, Patton I... I was wondering, did they scar?”

Patton nods, “Only a little.” When Roman’s face falls he is quick to explain, “I did my best to try to heal them in a way where you would have no scarring, but I just couldn't avoid it completely.”

Roman sighs and nods, “Okay... thank you for trying.”

“Of course, Ro.” Patton insists, shuffling forward a few feet to take his hand.

Virgil winces as they see Patton’s back, “Are you okay Pat? That looks... bad.”

Patton freezes for a moment, “I... yeah. It was bad when I tried putting on my shirt, but uh... with nothing touching it i'm okay.” Virgil raises a skeptical eyebrow, “Why don't I get you a glass of water? I want one myself, actually we all could probably stand to have one.” Patton offers.

Roman nods, “I would like one. Thanks Padre.”

Patton smiles as he stands to get the water, “No problem kiddo.”

When Patton comes back Virgil feels like something is... off. Patton is acting a bit strange, but not in any way they could describe. Their gut just senses something.

Patton hands Roman Logan and Virgil glasses of water to drink, keeping one for himself. But he doesn’t drink it. Virgil sniffs the drink suspicious and winces at the smell.

“Don't drink it guys! This isn't water!”

“What do you mean?” Logan asks.

“Just... smell it!” Virgil insists.

Logan does and immediately takes Roman’s cup from him, staring accusingly at Patton, “What is that?”

Patton frowns at him, “It’s water, I swear! Why would I give you something other than water to drink?”

Virgil squints, “I don't know. Maybe you just wanted to lie about what you were getting us, Deceit.”

Deceit rolls his eyes as he flickers back into his own form, “Wow, you really are so smart.”

“Where is Patton?!” Roman yells.

Deceit chuckles, “Oh, don't worry about him. You won't be seeing him again.”

“Where is he?” Virgil demands.

Deceit shrugs, “Just hanging out in the lowest dungeon with Orion.”

Virgil’s stomach drops and they think they might be sick right then and there.

Deceit sinks out with a smirk, “Good luck boys.”

Virgil does their best to actively keep themselves out of a panic attack and quell the nausea pooling in their stomach.

“I'm gonna go get him.” Roman yells trying and failing to sit up with Logan actively holding them down.

“Not alone you’re not.” Virgil sighs.

Logan struggles to keep Roman on the ground, “Roman... your feet!”

Roman rolls over to look at Logan properly, “You couldn't keep me here if you bribed me with a promise of getting a role as a gay disney prince.”

Logan sighs in defeat, “Fine, but i'm coming with you.”

“You both know this is a trap, right?” Virgil clarifies.

“Oh, yeah.” Roman shrugs waving him off.

“You don't care?”

“No.” Logan shakes his head.

“Okay, well, I guess it’s time for another adventure” Virgil admits, swallowing at the nausea and panic.

----

Patton curls himself up as tight as he can where he is on the floor, the crushed glass covering the floor cutting into the exposed skin on his arms, legs, ears, and even his scalp. He grimaces at the sharp pain in his back where his fresh welts and cuts protest at being stretched.

He does his best not to whimper as his back seizes up.

“Feeling comfortable?” a cold voice asks.

Patton does not answer. A sharp kick to his back makes him jerk in pain moving further on the glass.

“I said. Feeling comfortable?”

Patton whimpers, “No, master.”

The figure spits on him, “Good. Now don't stretch out. You won't like what happens when you do. Oh, and your friends, they’re on their way over.”

“No!”

“Yes! Soon you can all be together and we can all have fun playing with each other! Of course, Virgil will have to go, he deserves it, leaving us. Or we might just chain him up gag him, hang him from the ceiling, and let him watch. Either way, we will have you three all to ourselves, no taking turns needed. Remus can have his brother and Deceit... oh Dee and Logan will have a great time, at least Dee will. And as for you... you’re mine..”

Patton trembles at the thought. ”Why would you do this, master?” Patton asks, only just remembering to add the title at the end.

The figure growls and Patton squeezes his eyes shut, “I should punish you for talking out of turn, but I won't... this time, because at least you addressed me properly. As for why, well...” they chuckle, “You made me this way Patton, you should know why.”

Patton shakes his head,

“Oh? What is this? You deny responsibility? Speak.”

Patton speaks boldly, though he is close to tears, “I didn't make you this way, you did that. I cannot control who you are, master. I sent you away because you were like this. I am not responsible for your actions”

The figure laughs, “Au contraire Patton, you sending me away only solidified who I am. I had the potential for change and you decided to abandon me to become more harsh and bitter instead of showing me love and compassion like you did to the others. That. Is. On. You.” He growls, kicking Patton’s back to punctuate every word.

Patton gasps, seeing stars as one last kick is aimed at his head, groaning as the pain sets in.

“Now.” The figure says, “What do you say for your punishment?”

“Thank you, master.” Patton mumbles as he begins to cry.

“Good. Now don't. Move.”

----

The trio come to a hallway and peek around the corner. There at the end of the hall in a room with an open door, they see Patton, laying on his side.

“It’s a trap.” Logan says.

“Yeah, what else would it be?” Virgil quips. “Sorry, that was harsh. I'm just a bit on edge.”

Logan sighs, “It’s okay, we all are. Let’s just get Patt and get out of here.”

They sneak closer, going down the hallway, hiding in doorways. Virgil struggles to hold back a gasp as they see blood beginning to pool around Patton. God, I hope he's still alive. They think to themself. If he dies I'd never forgive myself.

Suddenly Patton opens his eyes. Virgil makes eye contact with him and holds a finger to his lips, then moving his arms in a gesture for calm.

Patton blinks hard twice, a no.

Virgil seems to understand and nods in response. They don't care that this is a trap, they want to save Patton.

Patton feels his stomach drop as he sees what Virgil is trying to tell him. They are playing right into Orion’s plan and he can't tell them. There’s nothing he can do. So he waits, eyes closed and muscles tense. He waits, dreading what will happen.”

“We know you’re out there.” The cold voice calls. “Why don't you come in and play?”

Patton freezes.

A rock is thrown into the room and the floor buzzes as electrical pads zap the heavy object.

“What is that? A symbol of surrender?”

Another rock is thrown, this time it scatters to the other side of the room. It too is met with a shock and buzzing electricity.

“If you’re trying to figure out which parts of the floor are electric, all of the tiles surrounding that half of the room are pressure triggered. You cannot get to Patton without getting shocked. There is no way to save him.”

----

Virgil groans inwardly as Logan and Roman bicker about what they could use to save themselves from the electric tiles. Logan is voting for thick rubber boots, Roman for a bridge of plywood. Virgil shushes them and gestures to their wings, themself, and then to Patton.

Logan’s eyes grow wide, “No V, you're not strong enough yet.” He whispers frantically.

“I have to try.”

Virgil walks up to the edge of the room and stares at Orion. He is standing in the back corner of the room, staring back with a pleased expression on his face.

“Oh Virgil, how nice to see you again my little stormcloud. Are you here to be the first sacrifice?” Orion asks.

Patton’s eyes snap open. Virgil no!

Virgil ignores Orion, “Patton. Hey, it’s okay, everything is okay. Do you think you have the energy to walk to me? If the room wasn't electrified I mean, could you do that for me?”

Patton swallows thickly and nods.

“Okay. Good job, Patt. You’re so strong. I believe in you. Stay alive for me butterfly, okay?” Virgil asks.

Patton’s eyes widen and he nods.

With that Virgil turns around and walks away.

“Where are you going? You just leave him here to die? You coward! You heartless fool, giving him hope when there is none!” Orion shouts after them.

Virgil ducks back into the doorway with Logan and Roman. They close their eyes and focus. Their hands begin to glow slightly and when they feel the tension pop they exhale and drop their hands.

Logan’s eyes go wide and he inhales sharply.

Virgil knows they were successful when they hear Orion and Deceit’s screams.

“Where did he go?”

“He just disappeared!”

Patton smiles to himself as he looks at his butterfly form. He sneaks among the cracks in the tiles, crawling on the grout until he reaches the start of the hallway. Then he flies. He flies and the feeling is exhilarating, but it hurts so bad. The cuts and bruised muscles sending shards of pain through his body with every flap. Suddenly he finds himself floating in front of Virgil.

“Hey Pattycake. Time to take a ride. Come sit in my hair and hold tight okay?”

Patton does as he is told, holding tight to Virgil’s curls as they sink out

----

They rise up in the livingroom and Virgil gently ushers butterfly Patton onto their hand and then onto the floor in the middle of the room.

“Ready?” Virgil asks.

Roman and Logan watch in awe as Virgil’s hands glow bright again. They see the tension build in his body, then suddenly, it's gone. And where there once was a butterfly lays Patton.

It seems everyone releases a sigh of relief. Everyone except VIrgil. They rush to Patton’s side frantic.

“Pat, hey. Hey, look at me? You’re okay, you’re safe now. We’re here.”

Patton looks up at them with watery eyes and a trembling lip, “Hurts... hurts so-o bad,” he sobs, breath hitching.

“I know, i'm sorry Patt. I'm gonna help you with the cuts. I want to help you feel better. Okay?”

Patton nods.

Slowly, Virgil takes Patton’s arm, moving it towards themself.

Patton hisses between hiccuping breaths.

“I'm sorry.” Virgil says as they look over the cuts on Patton’s arm and realise they are in way over their head. They look to Patton, “Will you let Logan help me? I don't think I can do this by myself.”

Patton looks from them to Logan and back before nodding.

Logan steps forward, “Thank you Patton.”

Patton whimpers in response.

“What can I do?” Roman asks, looking a bit squeamish.

Virgil thinks for a moment, “You can set up a nice relaxation room for the four of us to hang out in while Pat recovers. Make it as cozy and comforting as possible.”

Roman smiles, “I can do that, for sure! One comforting recovery room coming right up!” Roman cheers sinking out.

Logan nods, “Good idea.” He mutters, looking over the wounds.

Virgil shrugs, “I know he doesn't like blood and know we will want the room when we’re done.”

Patton whimpers, “Virgil, I don't feel good.”

Virgil turns to him, voice soft, “What kind of not feel good?”

“ ‘M dizzy, and my tummy hurts.”

Virgil nods, “Okay. Thank you for telling me. I can't do much to help that until we fix your cuts though.”

“ ‘Kay.” Patton sighs

Logan pulls Virgil close to him and whispers, “Virgil, those are symptoms of blood loss.”

Virgil nods “I know.”

Logan doesn’t release him, “We’re going to have to actually remove the glass from his side.”

“I know...”

“He is in no state-”

Virgil roughly pulls away from Logan’s grasp “I know, give me a minute.” they huff. “Hey, Pat?”

“Hmm?”

“You have cuts on your side under your shirt. We need to take it off, okay?”

Patton whimpers, “Don't hurt me, please.”

Virgil shakes their head firmly, “We won’t, we need to do that to help make it better.”

“Mmmm... okay.” Patton mutters hesitantly.

Virgil smiles gently and snaps Patton’s shirt away, “Thank you, Patton.”

The two spend a minute examining the wounds and realise there is no way they are going to be able to do the kind of work they need to do while Patton is awake. Logan fetches a sleeping potion from Roman and brings it back.

“Here Pat, drink up.” Logan offers.

“What is it?”

“It’s a sleeping potion.”

“Why am I drinking it? I don't wanna sleep.” Patton wines

Virgil sighs, “Pat we need to take glass out of your side and you don't want to be awake, it will hurt too much,”

Patton frowns, “Said you weren’t going to hurt me!”

Virgil takes his hand, “I know Pattycake, and this is us keeping our promise. We will help it get better but what we need to do is gonna hurt pretty bad, but only if you’re awake. If you’re asleep then it won’t hurt and we won’t be breaking our promise.”

“Does it taste bad?”

Logan shakes his head, “Roman said it tastes like cotton candy.”

Patton humms, “Kay.” He sits up with help from Virgil and drinks the potion.

When Patton falls asleep the two work quickly to remove as much glass as they can as fast as possible.

An hour and several bouts of swearing later all the glass has been removed, the cuts have been sanitized, Patton has been patched up and his shirt replaced. They don't move him for fear of hurting him or waking him.

About ten minutes later, He opens his eyes and Virgil takes his hand, “Hey there Patton, glad to have you back with us.”

Patton smiles at him.

“We were able to get all of the glass out, okay? You should heal up just fine.”

Patton sighs and promptly grimaces.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil asks urgently.

“My back hurts.”

Virgil nods, “Okay. We have some ice packs and painkillers in the room Roman set up, why don't we head over?”

Patton nods.

They sink out and Patton finds himself laying on a pile of pillows in the middle of a room that has been turned into a giant blanket fort.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom.” Virgil says.

Roman rushes over as Patton shows up, “Patton, oh goodness, are you okay?”

Patton smiles up at him, “I’m okay. But if you have Advil and ice packs I wouldn't complain.”

Roman nods and summons the aforementioned items, “Here Pat, take the meds first.”

He does, smiling at Roman thankfully.

“Where do you want the ice packs?” Roman asks.

Patton thinks about it a minute, “My back, the shoulders and above my hips, please.”

Roman nods, “Of course Pat.” he says. He places the ice packs in place gently.

Patton sighs in relief, “Thank you.”

Roman sits above his head, “No problem, but Padre... your back. I... you shouldn't have done that. I could’ve taken more.”

“I know... but I couldn't stand to sit and watch him hurt you any longer.”

Roman moves to lay so he is looking at him, “Patton, I know you did it because you care, but I need you to tell me you’ll never do something like that ever again. Please, promise me you won't.”

Patton sighs, “I... I don't know if I can do that Ro. I would give anything to save you guys.”

Roman frowns, “The sentiment goes both ways Padre. I just... I need to know you will take care of yourself.”

“I... okay Ro. I’ll take care of myself. I... I promise.”

They sit in relative silence as Logan and Virgil return to the room.

Logan smiles, “Ah, I see you’ve already gotten the ice packs. Are they helping?”

Patton nods, “Yeah, they’re helping a bit.”

Virgil sighs, “Good. Tell us when you need new ones or want to move them, okay?”

“MmmHmm.” Patton says.

Virgil and Logan settle into the room, both of them situated so that they can see both Patton, Roman, and each other. Slowly they fall asleep, all except Logan. Logan stays up. He would say it’s because he is thinking, but truly he can't help but be a bit anxious. He stays up to make sure no harm befalls the family in their sleep.

A few hours later, Logan realises that it’s time to change Patton’s bandages. Begrudgingly he wakes Virgil first, and then Patton, letting Roman sleep.

“Time to change your bandages.” Logan whispers to him.

Patton grumbles, turning his face into the pillows under him, “Hmm.. can't you just snap and change them? I’m tired and everything hurts.”

Logan sighs, “I suppose, but first I want to be able to look at your back, okay?”

Patton frowns, “And if I don't let you see it?”

“Then I guess I'm changing them by hand and I’ll see it anyway.”

Virgil glares at Logan but Patton relents, snapping his shirt and the ice packs away.

“Here, just... be gentle... please.” Patton asks in a small voice, even for their whispering.

Logan has to hold back a gasp at the sight. His back is mottled with ugly bruises, a horrible painting of purples, blues, and reds. The mottling is broken up with lines of welts, some bruised and some not, ranging from the size of Patton’s pinky to an inch or so in width.

Logan sighs and snaps the bandages off and new ones in their place.

Virgil grimaces and winces as they take it in, “Patton, your back...”

Patton frowns, “What about it?”

“It... I... Would you let me help you with it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me take care of you. Let me help patch you up. I... I want to help.”

Patton looks at him hesitantly, glancing at Logan and Roman.

Virgil tilts their head, “We can go to your room if you want.”

Patton nods.

Virgil takes his hand and they sink out together.

They rise up in Patton’s bedroom and Virgil notices that Patton seems a little bit spaced out.

“You okay there Patton?”

Patton blinks up at them the words pulling him from his thoughts, “Oh, uh, I...” he sighs, “no.”

Virgil nods, “I understand. Would you like to talk about it?”

Patton sniffs a moment and nods.

“Why don't we do that while I help you? Hmm? You can lay on your bed and talk to me while I tend to your back and listen.”

Patton gives them a small smile and nods again, heading over and laying down on the bed.

Virgil joins him, summoning supplies for his back and making themself comfortable.

Patton whimpers as Virgil uncaps a tube of some sort, “What is that?”

Virgil closes it again and shows the bottle to Patton, “This is a bruise cream. It helps with swelling and calms both bruising and welts. It should feel good.”

Patton hums, “Okay, as long as it won't hurt too bad.”

Virgil shakes their head, “It won’t. I promise, I wont do anything to you that I wouldn't do to myself if I was in your position, okay?”

“Okay.”

Virgil squeezes a small bit of cream onto their hand and slowly gently applies it to Patton’s back. He flinches at the cold as the cream first touches him, but he relaxes back into the touch with a sigh and Virgil moves their hand. Slowly they rub the cream onto Patton’s back, applying it liberally.

Patton groans, “Thank you... thank you so much. It feels so good.”

“I'm happy to help.”

The pair sits in silence for a while until Patton finally finds the words to speak.

“He’s awful.”

Virgil sighs, “I... yeah.”

“How did you do it? All those years with them?”

“I...” Virgil takes a moment to find the words, “If i'm being honest Patt, I don't know. It was hard. There were times that I, well, I wanted to give up. I wanted to leave... walk into the subconscious and let myself fade away.”

“... Why didn't you?”

Virgil takes a moment to reply, “I... I don't really know. I guess seeing you guys, how you were so happy, how you... actually liked each other... I think I wanted that. I wanted to hope that maybe... if I could just hold on long enough...”

“You could be here, and we would accept you?”

“... yeah, maybe it could be better, and I was right. It is better.”

Patton hums. After a few more moments of silence he asks a different question, “Did you only come out of your room to save Roman and I?”

Virgil stills and blinks a moment, “No. I... I'm not going back when you feel better. I'm ready to be here now.”

Patton furrows his brows, “You... why did you... are you not angry at us anymore?”

Virgil goes back to applying the cream, “Oh... no. I wasn't really mad, I was... scared.”

“Scared?”

Virgil sighs, focusing diligently on the task at hand, “Yeah. I... had tried to come out to the others... before I started hanging out with you guys more. They... they reacted horribly to put it lightly and I couldn't help but be terrified you guys were going to do that and purposefully misgender me too. I don't think... I couldn't bear it if you did. I couldn't go back to the others though, so I decided to stay in my room, alone, somewhere I couldn't get hurt.”

Patton’s voice takes on a serious tone, “We would never misgender you or invalidate you or your gender on purpose!”

“I know Patton, I know. It just took me a long time to convince the voices in the back of my head that you’re right. I still haven't done that completely, but eventually they should shut up about it and move on to something else.”

“Hmm.” Patton winces as Virgil starts working on a particularly sore welt. “How do you do that? Make the voices in the back of your head stop telling you mean things?”

“Well, it depends on what they’re saying.” Virgil admits. “If they’re telling me things about you guys, then I will fight back with the memories I have with you. When I get the courage to, I then just either go and tell you guys what I'm upset about, or I ask questions that I know are vague enough to get me answers without giving anything away.”

“W-what if they’re telling you things about yourself?” Patton asks quietly.

Virgil stills a moment, “Patton?”

“Oh uh, not... not like I have experience or anything. I'm just... wondering.”

Virgil sighs and wipes their hand off on a towel, “You really aren't good at being subtle.”

“I... I have no idea what you mean!” Patton insists, his voice defensive, but just barely.

Virgil hums, “Whatever you say. To answer your question, when the voices are telling me things about myself I go to you guys and try to have a conversation with one of you, especially you Patton, because you are good at telling me off and making me feel a little more confident in myself.”

“And if that doesn't work?”

“You know what I do. I go up to you and tell you I'm feeling bad about myself and you all spoil me silly and shower me with compliments until I'm convinced that maybe the you mean it. That works 99 times out of 100. And in the small chance that it doesn't, my fears are gone by morning.”

Patton smiles halfheartedly, “I... I lied earlier.” he admits.

Virgil runs a hand through Patton’s hair, “What are the voices telling you Pat?”

Patton’s face falls and he sighs, “I... I don’t...”

“I cant help if I don’t know what’s happening, Pat. I know it hurts and I know it’s hard, trust me. But I need you to tell me.”

Patton sighs. For a moment Virgil doesnt think he is going to tell them, but then Patton speaks. He sounds resigned, defeated, nearly robotic, “They... they’re telling me I don't deserve to have you guys take care of me. I deserved to be hurt like I was... He was right, I... I'm worthless, a horrible person. I made him the way he is. It’s my fault he hurt you the way he did. He never would've been the way he is now if I had just tried a little harder, shown him more mercy. I am a despicable person. I... I-” Patton’s breath catches as he starts to cry.

Virgil crawls around the bed to lay in front of Patton. They reach up and wipe the tears from Patton’s face, “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. But here is a secret you need to know Pat. Listen, the voices never tell the truth. Everything they are telling you is wrong. You aren't a despicable person Sunshine, and you sure as hell can't blame yourself for what that man did to me. You didn't deserve any of the things he did to you. You are a wonderful and beautiful person. You are kind and loving and forgiving to a fault. You deserve to be pampered just as much as the rest of us. You have a beautiful gift in your ability to notice when people are upset and know exactly what they need to make them feel better. You care so much for everyone around you and it is breathtaking.”

Virgil brushes the hair out of Patton’s face as he looks up at them, “But Patton, you are more than your ability to care for others. I love the way you smile when you see a dog or a cat and the joy you have when you finish a coloring book or a painting. The way you like to dance and sing alone in your room to your favorite music so loud I can hear it in my room down the hall is adorable. It always calms me to see the sparkle in your eyes when you come up with a pun. I... I love you Patton. Don't you dare believe those voices for a minute, okay?”

Patton smiles through the tears falling down his face, “You... love me?”

“Gosh yes Pat. I love you so much.”

Patton sighs fondly, “I love you too V. I... I wouldn’t have made it through the past few days if I didn't know you were going to come save me. You were my hope while I was in that dungeon, my lighthouse. I never want to lose you V.”

Virgil shakes their head, “You won’t. I promise.”

@yourhappypappypatton (you said you like Patton h/c and I thought you might like this)

@fluffieghosts (you told me to tag you when I write angst, and I think this counts as angst )

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unhealthyobsessionmarvel · 6 years ago

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I Win- Reader/Dom!Tom Hiddleston

A/N : So im writing a fanfic but I couldn’t get this outta my head and it doesn’t fit into the current plot of my fanfic so here goes.

Summary/ Backstory: You and Tom have been dating for a couple months already. Today you get into a bet with Bucky and things get interesting…

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Bad Grammar?

You and Tom were in the bedroom watching a movie. You were sitting on the couch while Tom was on the bed. “Why are you so far away?” He whined.

“I didn’t even realise” You replied.

“Come here” he demanded.

“nooo, I’m comfy here” you groaned.

“Please” he made a pouty face. “baby come on” “Fine” You got up and walked over to Tom.

You sat beside Tom and he laid his head on your lap. You were running your hand through his curls. A few minutes later he sat up and pulled you so you were sitting in-between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you turned to give him a quick peck on the lips. He rested his head on your shoulder. After a few minutes of sitting like this he started giving you soft kisses along your shoulder then down your arm and back up again. You tried to ignore him and watch the movie, but eventually you gave in and paused the movie.

“something wrong” he said smugly “Can you not?” You said, annoyance in your voice “Am I distracting you?” He asked with a sly grin on his face. “Yes” You replied bitterly. “Damn you can’t focus on anything.” He stated with a chuckle “What do you mean by that?” You asked, raising an eyebrow “You just can’t” He stated simply “YES I CAN!” You exclaimed. “Really?” He questioned you “Yeah” you said confidently

“Then lets have a bet.” He said. You were in deep shit now.

“I’m listening.” You quirked an eyebrow at him

“You have to finish reading your book in 30 minutes, while I try to distract you.” “and if I can’t?” “You have to do whatever I say for 2 hours." “And if I can” “then I’ll do whatever you say for 2 hours.” “ok deal” “And if you don’t do whatever I say, then I can do whatever I want to you. And vice versa Deal?” “Seems fair enough." “ok good.” “Wait.” You said “Yea”

“I think we need some rules first” “ugh you and your rules. Fine!” “Rule number one: We can’t tell anyone about this.” “Ok.” Tom nodded. “BUT, if one of us tells then they have to do whatever the other person tells them to do for a week.” “A WEEK?” “why do you think you are gonna tell anyone?” “No of course not. But a week? Really?”

“do you agree or not?” “I mean a week?” You weren’t sure “Yes! Agreed?”

“Fine whatever” You rolled your eyes

“Ok whats rule number 2?” “No video or photographing embarrassing things. Agreed?” “Yes. And rule three?” “nothing involving others”

“what?” “like you can’t make me call or text someone.” “fine” “basically anything involving others. We can only do things that involve the both of us.” “oh just the both of us huh?” He wiggled his brows “you want me to add a 4th rule?” You threatened.

“I’m just kidding around.” He chuckled

“So you agree to the rules?” “Yes. Lets start?”

“Ok”

You got you book, there was only a few pages left and you were confident.

“ready?” He asked

“yes” you replied “timer starts now”

You began reading and after a minute he started to sing. He was actually starting to distract you. You did your best to focus. Once Tom realised singing wasn’t working he started yelling out nicknames. “Sugar” he called out. You didn’t reply “SUGAR” you weren’t going to reply. “BABY. HONEY. SWEETIE. PIE.” He continued to yell out pet names. You were halfway though the time and you were only 40% done. You continued reading, then Tom started yelling out numbers. “sixty five. Seventy two. Three” he said. It was actually distracting because you kept getting lost while reading. “BABY LOOK ITS IRONMAN” he yelled, “FIFTEEN. FOUR. ONE. SEVEN HUNDRED.” He yelled even louder. Then Tom played music, it was obnoxiously loud, and started dancing. With around 5 minutes left Tom left you alone. He opened the door and left it open, he knew it was one of your pet peeves. The timer buzzed and you still had a few pages left.

“So did you finish?” He asked smugly. He knew you weren’t done, he was just rubbing salt on the wound.” “No” “So I win.” “yeah” you replied, you were pissed.

“Since I win, and you have to do everything I say-” “Just!” You cut him off “what do you want me to do?” “Massage my back” He grinned “I can do that.” You nodded “ok wait let me just start the timer again” Tom started the timer “ok”

“lay on the bed” You requested “I tell you what to do” He reminded “ok ok sorry. Lay on the bed please” “better” He was lying face down and you kneeled beside him. You began massaging his back. You massaged him for around ten minutes, then Tom told you to stop. You got off the bed and he sat up.

“Baby come here” he said. And you moved closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started taking again. “I’m so glad your mine.” “I’m glad too” you smiled

“Now.” He became a little more serious. “Get on your knees” he said. The way he said it brought a chill down your spine. You could hear the sheer power in his voice. You got down on your knees. Honestly, win or lose you would have still done what he told you to, cause he was right you were his, and he was yours. “Sugar?” You looked at him.

“Yes Tom?”

“Stay still.” He ordered

“Ok.” Tom kissed your neck, it brought chills down your spine. Then he left the room and came back with a white box in his hand. He gave you the box. “Change into this.” He demanded. You went to the bathroom and opened the box. Inside was black a lace bra and pantie, and a black ruffle skirt. The skirt was short, like really short. “TOM WHAT IS THIS” You yelled though the door. “Put everything on.” He yelled back. The authority in his voice, you couldn’t believe you were about to do this. You changed into the clothes he gave you. You were about to close the box when you saw a choker. It had a small diamond on the front. It was cute. “ARE YOU DONE?” Tom asked through the door “yah hold on” you replied. You walked out the door and the look on Tom’s face was priceless. You were satisfied with his reaction, and happy that you had been working out these past few months. You look boom af.

“like what you see baby?” You asked him smugly. “come her” he said. You went beside him. “you are amazing” You giggled, “tha-” Before you had the chance to complete your reply. You were against the wall with Tom’s lips on yours. It took you a moment to compose myself, but once you did you wrapped your arms around his neck. He broke the kiss.

“You said sometimes you wish I would slam you against the wall and kiss you.” He said smugly “huh?” You felt dizzy. “yah” “I always wanna do that.” He said, seriously “oh yah? Why didn’t you?” You asked, with a smart ass tone. “I didn’t know you were ok with it.” Then Tom’s lips were on yours again. You and Tom had kissed before, hell you’ve fucked before, but he’s never kissed you like this. There was never this much passion. He began kissing your neck around the choker, slightly sucking. “T-Tom n-no ma-m-arks” You managed to stutter out. He stopped. “On the bed. Now.” He demanded, you followed. “don’t move” he ordered, then left the room again. Your heart was going to pound out of your chest. He came back, carrying another box. He slid the box under the bed. “Baby?” “Yes, Hon” you replied “You are gonna do everything I say. Right?” “Yes” “Good” He crawled over you. “cause if you don’t I’ll do whatever I want” He said playfully “Yes” “But, baby. You are ok with this right. If you don’t wanna its ok.” He said, softly. You could tell how genuine he was being. “No. I want this” you insisted “are you sure?” “Yes” “I don’t wanna force you.” “Hon. I want to” “ok” “but” “yes?” “remember no telling” “Ok. baby” he rolled his eyes. “what do you want me to do?” You asked “stay still” “what” “Do not move.” He said sternly “seriously?” You whined “yes” “ok” “Remember baby, if you move that means you disobeyed me. Then I can do whatever I want” “Ok honey”

“Its sir for now” “what?” “Call me Sir” “Yes. Sir” “Who do you belong to?” “You.” “You. What?” “You. Sir” “That’s right sugar” Tom kissed you. “remember no moving sugar. Do you understand?” “Yes. Sir” “Good” Tom started softly kissing your lips. Then he went down to you neck, then to your shoulder. You did your best not to move, but he was making it difficult. After you shoulder he started kissing your cleavage. Then suddenly he put one hand under your skirt. He lightly rubbed your covered core, this was enough to make you slightly flinch. “No moving” he reminded. Then he began kissing you bare stomach. Again you were glad you had been working out these past few months. “You have abs” He stated. “It’s not really abs” you replied. He looked up at me “then what is it?” “its just the 11s” You stated. It really was just the three lines tho. “Whatever.” He rolled his eyes, then he continued to kiss you. Once he was at your core he slowly glided a finger across it, sending a tingling sensation though your whole body. “you are so wet.” He said. Then he lifted the skirt and began kissing the inside of both your thighs, teasing you. Then he put a hand into your bra and grabbed your boob and the other hand resting on your core. He kissed your lips again. Tom paused to take off his shirt. You couldn’t help but look in awe of toned he was. ‘He said I had abs, what about him? His six-pack looked as if it was sculpted by the Ancient Greeks.’ You thought. Tom liked wearing sweaters and honestly they hid how toned he was. “So. Baby. Like what you see?” He teased. You could only nod. Tom went back to kissing you. He brought a hand behind your back and unclipped your bra. Then he pulled it off. The second after your chest was bare he began kissing down your cleavage. Then he started playing with your nipples, again teasing you. He then licked your nipple, which followed with his teeth pulling them. You couldn’t help but grab onto his hair. “I said no moving.” Tom stopped and said sternly.

“Baby I’m sorry I couldn’t.” You replied

“and to call me sir” “Sorry. Sir” You apologised “No its too late now. I can do whatever I want.” He said. He had a wicked grin on his face. “and I know exactly what I wanna do.” Tom got the box from under the bed and opened it. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Wait, those were your handcuffs. “wanna explain to me why you have handcuff baby?” “Where did you find those” You questioned him “In your bathroom. When I was looking for your nail clippers" “shit”

“I found some interesting stuff instead.” He said smugly “oh shit”

“like this” he pulled out the vibrator Victoria gave you. “Tom I swear Vic gave me that. I’ve never used it” “Really? Oh well there is a first for everything” “wait what? No Tom come on. Please” You backed away a little bit. “I can do whatever I want. You agreed” “shit shit shit”

“put ur hands up” “Tom please” you begged. “Fine ill do it myself” Tom grabbed your arms and cuffed your hands behind your back

“Tom. Sweetie. Baby. I’m begging you please don’t.” “wait here baby I’m just gonna restart the timer.” “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” “well thats what we are gonna do” “TOM!”

“I said call me sir. Now on your knees. Maybe if you behave I’ll go easy on you.” “yes sir” you kneeled “good girl” Tom started unbuckling his belt. This was really happening. He pulled off his jeans. “I think I’m gonna use this” he said holding the vibrator. Then without warning he pulled off your panties to reveal your soaked core and slid it in. Then he turned on his phone. “So I did some research on… the thing. And apparently it works though an app on the phone. Wanna see?” “No. Its ok sir. I think I get the idea” you pleaded “No. Baby I think we should try it out.” “Sir. Please.” You tried to beg, but Tom was gonna do this. You suddenly felt the vibrations. It felt so good. “sh-shit”. You felt your body trembling. Then it stopped “Hows it feel baby” “Sir. I can’t handle it please. I’ll do anything.” “oh you will do everything. Everything I say.” “yes sir” “good” he adjusted himself so you were facing his bulge. Then he took off his boxers to reveal his hard on. “i think you know what to do baby.” “yes sir” You were really gonna do this. You hoped what you learned from reading smut was enough. You started by licking from the bottom to the top of his shaft. “shit” he mumbled and threw his head back. You continued by licking his tip, which was already shiny because of the pre-cum. You put it in you mouth and you felt Tom’s hand grab your head. He pushed you to take all of him. You had NO idea how but you managed to take in all of him. This continued for a few minutes. Then Tom said “thats enough baby. I think you deserve a reward.” Tom removed the handcuffs, only to handcuff you again but this time to the headboard. “I think I should get a towel because you are dripping.” He put a towel under you and then you felt the ohmibod start up again. “oh fuck” you mumbled “baby you think you can handle the highest intensity?” “No sir” “won’t hurt to try” “No. To- Sir. Please!” It started to vibrate so hard you couldn’t control yourself. You needed to get it out of you. You couldn’t even yell out words anymore. Only stammers. You felt your climax after only six minutes of using it. “I-m go-n-na c-cu-m” you managed to let out. Then suddenly you felt the ohmibod stop. You couldn’t tell if it was relief or disappointment that washed over you. Then Tom pulled it out of you. “Oh baby. That was a warm up.” “what?” You looked at him and saw that he had put on a condom while you were… well, u get it. “im gonna fuck you now.” and Tom opened up your legs. He moved closer and you felt Tom’s tip at the entrance of your core. “ready sugar?” “yes sir.” With that Tom slid inside you. He didn’t hold back. He stretched your insides. “Oh baby you are so tight.” He was thrusting in and out of you. The room was a buzz of moans and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. After just a few moments you felt your climax. As if he was reading you mind Tom said “Don’t cum until I say so” “Tom-” Tom slapped your ass. Hard. “Its Sir” He said firmly. “Sir. I- I’m gon-na cum” you said. And again Tom slapped you. “Not until I say so. Or ill punish you.” “Sir please” you begged. You couldn’t hold it much longer. “No.” Then Tom began thrusting into me harder and faster. “please” you said weakly. “No.” He replied. You managed to control myself for a little longer, but after another minute you couldn’t hold it anymore. A wave of relief washed over you. “I said no.” he looked angry. Like really angry. “Why don’t you listen?” He questioned. “I’m sorry I couldn’t” you replied. “bad girl” he said. Then he removed himself from inside of me. “turn around.” He instructed. You lied on your stomach. He put his hands on either side of your hips and pulled your ass up. Then he repositioned himself at your entrance. Then without warning he thrusted into you. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He claimed and you believed he was serious. “such a bad girl” he said. Tom continued ramming himself into me.

“Ugh im gonna cum.” He grunted, and pulled himself out of you. Then he quickly spun you around, so you were lying on your back. Then he removed the condom. “on you” he added. Then he released his entire load on your bare body. You were covered in cum. He lied beside you for a while. Then, he said “time to clean up baby”. He removed your handcuffs. “lets shower” he said. “Hon. I need a minute” Your core ached. Tom chucked darkly. “ok baby” then he kissed your lips. “are you ok?” He asked, with actual concern in his eyes. “yah. Just. You. Damn.” You replied. You couldn’t think of words to describe it. “Liked it?” He asked smugly “loved.” You assured “me to” he said with a soft laugh. “Tom seriously I can’t walk right now” “I’ll just carry you to the bath” “Tom I don’t think you can carry me” “are you doubting me?” He asked, with a fake offended look on his face. “Whatever Tom” “Here” he said. Then he picked you up bridal style. “TOM IF YOU DROP ME I SWEAR” You yelled.

“Don’t worry sugar” he said reassuringly. Tom brought you to the bathtub and gently put you down. Then he started the water. You were just staring at him, thinking about what just happened. “something wrong sugar?” He asked “its just” you stopped

“Yes?” “I can’t believe you made me call you sir.” Then Tom broke into a fit of laughter, causing you to giggle. “are you serious?” He asked still laughing. “I just can’t” you said “I thought you were gonna say something about me fucking you” “please! Tom this isn’t the first time we had sex” “yah. BUT this was different.” “yah. You made me call you Sir” “Next time I’ll make you call me master” “EW EW EW. THE CRINGE” “or emperor” “What??” I yelled out “Emperor Tom. I like the sound of that” “shut up Tom” “You shut up I know you liked it” “what ever” “You did” You rolled your eyes. You kinda did, but he couldn’t know that. “nope” you replied popping the ‘p’ “yah? Then why are you currently covered in my cum?” “ok first of all fUck you. Second of all those 2 things have nothing to do with each other.” “whatever lets just clean you up.” He rolled his eyes “you should clean up too” you replied “I will, sugar. After you” The water had filled up a third of the tub. Tom got your loofa and started cleaning you up. “I can do it myself you know baby” you told him. “I know, but I wanna do it.” He replied. “ok hon”

Tom finished cleaning you up, and left to shower himself. You shampooed your hair and got out of the tub. You still felt a little shaky but other than that you were ok. You changed back into your clothes. When you returned to his bedroom it was a mess, specifically his bed. You weren’t gonna let the maid clean this, let alone see it. You grabbed the towel, which was actually ‘soaked’ and threw it in the tub. Then you removed the bed sheets and also threw them in the tub. You got a new set of sheets from the closet and put them on. You had just finished fixing the bed when Tom walked in, his hair was wet and he was shirtless in a pare of jeans. “baby” he said to call your attention.

“yes” you replied “you’re staring” he said smugly. “shut up. You stare too” “thats cause” he walked behind you and whispered “you’re so sexy” in your ear.

You turned around and eyed him from top to bottom. “not so bad you’re self” you replied. “what do you wanna do now?” He asked “First I gotta put the sheets into the washing machine” “ok” “then I think I’ll can make us something to eat. Then we eat and finish the movie.” “good plan”

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