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hd-junglebook · 10 months ago

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On Thin Ice

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I love this man, thank you and goodnight. For anyone reading this post please refer to the new And cute Jack Hughes masterlist i made for new post and series

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Two weeks had gone by in a flash, The warm late morning sun filtering through the trees cast a dappled glow across her face, prompting y/n to squint slightly behind her oversized sunglasses. She hitched her leather tote bag higher up on her shoulder as she approached her favorite shop.

Pushing open the cafe's door with her free hand, y/n was enveloped by the rich aroma of cinnamon and vanilla accompanied by the soft murmurs of conversation. She made her way to the counter, offering the barista a friendly smile.

The barista behind the counter caught her eye and waved. "The usual brown sugar latte?" she called out over the hushed murmurs of conversation. Y/n nodded yes with a small smile.

“Morning Claire,” she greeted. Y/n approached the counter slowly, absentmindedly tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she waited.

With her order carefully cradled in both hands, she surveyed the mismatched sofas and overstuffed armchairs before choosing an aged floral-print loveseat in the back corner.

She reached into her tote bag and retrieved a well-loved paperback, its pages dog-eared from countless readings. Cradling the book in one hand and her latte in the other.

The bell tinkled merrily above the door, announcing the arrival of another customer, as a gust of cool breeze swept through the café, ruffling the pages of Y/n's book. With a distracted frown, she reached out to secure her novel, her fingers brushing against the smooth paper before the wind relinquished its grip.

Y/n glanced up just in time to catch sight of a figure weaving through the bustling café, murmuring apologies with each step. “Excuse me, sorry,” he whispered. She arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as she observed the man make his way toward the counter, effortlessly navigating the sea of tables and chairs.

His tousled, light brown curls were unmistakable, bringing a small laugh to Y/n's lips as she recalled their last encounter – a near-toppling of the counter in a clumsy mishap at the bar just two weeks prior.

She watched with mild amusement as he flashed a charming smile at Claire, the barista, and engaged her in conversation. The universe certainly had a knack for weaving unexpected connections, Y/n mused, her gaze lingering on the familiar face amidst the bustling crowd.

A few moments later, a voice cut through the quiet hum of the café, drawing Y/n's attention back to the present. "Mind if I sit?" the voice asked, its tone casual yet inviting.

Y/n blinked, momentarily taken aback before managing a nervous smile. "Yeah, um, that's fine," she replied, her heart fluttering with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

With a soft thud, she settled back against the plush cushions of the couch, her latte forgotten on the table as she made room for her unexpected companion.

Luke settled into the seat next to Y/n with a grin, his gaze warm and his demeanor relaxed. "Thanks for letting me crash your cozy corner," he said, flashing her a charming smile.

Y/n couldn't help but return the grin, feeling a wave of amusement wash over her. "Well, I figured if you managed to survive the near-disaster at the bar, you can handle a coffee shop," she teased, her tone laced with humor.

Luke chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, that’s where I remember you from. I still have nightmares about that," he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry again. I've never been known for my gracefulness off the ice."

Y/n waved off his apology with a laugh. "No harm done. It was pretty entertaining, actually.”

He glanced around the café, taking in the cozy atmosphere before turning his attention back to her. "So, mind if I ask what you're reading?"

Y/n shrugged, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Just some book trying to teach me how to adult properly. Not sure it's working though."

And so the conversation continued, effortlessly weaving between jokes and shared laughter, as Y/n and Luke exchanged numbers. Weeks passed after that day in the coffee shop, Y/n was around more than Jack would like to admit.

Every day Luke would come back to their shared apartment with something new to tell or another story about with his new friends. Being rejected wasn’t something he dealt with often, but it never ended with the girl he liked befriending his little brother.

…

Inside the cozy lakehouse retreat, Y/N was going stir crazy, tapping her foot incessantly as she tried and failed to focus on her book. "Luuuuuke," she whined loudly. "I'm dying here! Let's go swimming before I shrivel up like a raisin."

Luke glanced up from his phone, rolling his eyes at his melodramatic friend. "Chill out, you drama queen. It's just a little heat wave."

"A little?!" Y/N squawked indignantly. "I'm sweating like a hostage negotiator at this point. We need to get in that glorious lake ASAP!"

Chuckling at her over-the-top antics, Luke set his phone aside. "Alright, alright. But you're not dragging me in until I ask if anyone else wants to witness your awkward pool dancing."

"Ugh, you're the worst!" Y/N stuck her tongue out, already stripping off her shirt to reveal her bathing suit underneath. Before Luke could protest, she grabbed his arm and started tugging him toward the backdoor. "No time for your lame humor, let's go!"

Luke stumbled after her, laughing at her total lack of chill. As they burst outside into the sunlight, Y/N let out a whoop of pure joy, pulling Luke into an excited jumping hug before taking off at a sprint toward the lake's edge.

Y/N pushed open the door, and the fresh piney scent and glittering lake hit her like a revitalizing splash of water. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" she hollered, already stripping off her leggings, revealing the light blue bathing suit underneath with reckless abandon.

Luke watched in amusement as shirts and pants went flying, soaking in her infectious enthusiasm. "Geez, calm down there, Strippy. Leave a little something to the imagination." Y/n paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of the sun on her skin and the cool breeze ruffling her hair.

"Oh hush, you prude." Y/N stuck her tongue out, she struck a silly pose, jutting out her belly. "Nice beach bod, am I right?"

Luke snorted. "The beachest and the bodest."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Y/N took off at a sprint towards the dock. She flung herself off the edge, tucking her knees to her chest as she sliced through the cool water.

Luke was right behind, his form more of an ungraceful belly flop. He surfaced sputtering water. "Ugh, why did I let you talk me into-" A wave of lake water cut him off as Y/N splashed him gleefully.

"ha, you should see your face!" She kicked away, laughing at his drenched scowl. "Race you to the buoy and back? Loser gets their swimsuit filleted with a fishing knife!" Shaking the water from his eyes, Luke grinned. "You're on, weirdo. Prepare to be pantsless!"

The two friends took off, alternating between furious strokes and splashing cada other relentlessly. Their laughter echoed across the serene lake. "I think I changed my mind, Lukey. It's really cold," she admitted with a laugh.

"It's fine, I'll keep you warm," he reassured her with a chuckle, the warmth of his smile dispelling any lingering doubts as he joined her in the water, swimming up next to her but keeping a playful distance.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, a playful scowl on her lips. "No, go away, you're evil. You're gonna mess up my hair," she protested, swatting at him with feigned indignation.

They both laughed, the sound echoing across the water as he deftly dodged her playful swats. "Awww, is someone's hair gonna get messy?" he teased, winking mischievously before splashing her again, sending a cascade of droplets flying through the air.

Y/n let out a squeal of protest, her laughter mingling with the sound of splashing water as she retaliated, sending a playful splash of her own in Luke's direction.

The air was filled with the sound of their laughter and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore as they engaged in their impromptu water battle.

With a mischievous grin, she reached out and playfully mushed his face away, sending him sputtering and spluttering as he struggled to regain his composure. She dove gracefully into the water before he could retaliate, the surface swallowing her up in its depths.

Y/N broke through the surface, spluttering slightly after her unexpected underwater encounter. "Jack! Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." She pushed her damp hair back from her face watching his lips quirking into an amused grin at her startled expression.

Jack was rooted at the end of the dock, arms crossed tightly over his bare chest as he watched her tread water. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as Luke paddled up beside Y/N. "What're you doing cannonballing around with Sideburns McGee over here?" Jack's tone was light, but Y/N could detect an undercurrent of something else.

Y/N blinked up at Jack in surprise, taken aback by the sudden intensity behind his words. She exchanged a puzzled glance with Luke, who seemed obliviously unconcerned as he floated beside her.

"Uh, swimming?" she answered slowly. "You know, that thing people do in lakes during the summer?" she replied with a casual shrug, though she could practically feel the jealousy rolling off Jack in waves.

Jack's jaw ticked, but he forced a tight smile. "Right, right. My bad. I just thought maybe you two were..." He trailed off, gaze flickering between them meaningfully.

"Were what?" Luke piped up, scratching his damp curls. "Racing? Cause Y/N's totally cheating with those froggy kicks."

Y/N snorted, sticking her tongue out at the oblivious Luke before turning back to Jack. She couldn't resist a teasing smile, sensing an opportunity to ruffle his feathers.

"Aw, is wittle Jacky feeling left out?" She batted her lashes exaggeratedly. "Don't worry, I'll save you a spot right between me and Lukey to make it a real party."

Jack's nostrils flared at her mocking tone. "Real cute, Y/N," he bit out, fists clenching at his sides. He opened his mouth, surely to unleash another scathing retort, but then seemed to think better of it. With a frustrated huff, he spun on his heel and stormed away from the dock.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his petty tone. Luke watched him go with a confused furrow in his brow before turning back to Y/N with a low whistle. "Someone's got their boardshorts in a twist today. What was that all about?"

…

It was later in the night after y/n and Luke had separated, her figure was drenched in rain and the heels she had worn to the dinner were long discarded a few blocks ago now found their place back on her feet as she trudged forward.

Her ex's cruel actions lingered in her mind, fueling her steps as she navigated the winding streets, rain pelting down upon her with unrelenting force. With every drop that soaked through her clothes, she pushed forward, her resolve unyielding despite the storm raging both within and without.

Finally reaching the entrance of the apartment building, Y/N pushed through the heavy doors. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor passing by in a blur as she ascended to Luke and Jack's floor. The doors slid open, Y/N stepped out into the familiar hallway, her footsteps echoing against the tiled floor.

Y/N hesitantly rapped her knuckles against the door. Doubts clouded her mind as she double-checked the house number, hoping she had found the right place amidst her emotional haze. After a few moments, she heard shuffling from inside, followed by the metallic creak of the door opening.

Jack's tired face emerged from the crack in the door, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in Y/N's disheveled appearance.

Meeting his gaze, Y/N felt a wave of emotions threatening to spill over. Tears welled in her eyes, betraying the turmoil within her. Jack's expression shifted from confusion to concern, mirroring her own tumultuous state.

Y/N stood before Jack, her hair damp from the rain, streaks of mascara running down her cheeks, and her eyes red from crying.

"Um, uh," Jack stammered, struggling to find his words in the face of Y/N's unexpected appearance. His voice wavered as he attempted to articulate his thoughts. "W-why are you... Are you okay?"

He opened the door wider, silently inviting Y/N into the warmth of the house. He stepped aside, allowing her to pass, his eyes following her every move with worry.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping over the threshold, her eyes adjusting to the soft light within, her steps light against the wooden floorboards as she kicked off her heels. "Where's Luke?" she asked, a sniffle punctuating her words.

She glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings with a mix of longing and uncertainty, her gaze finally settling on Jack.

Jack's gaze softened as he watched her, a pang of empathy tugging at his heartstrings. This was not the confident, vibrant Y/N he was accustomed to seeing.

"He's not here right now, but I can call him if—" Jack's words faltered as he took a hesitant step closer to Y/N, his gaze locking with hers.

"Can I ask you a question?" he inquired, his voice soft. “What happened?”

As Jack spoke, his eyes scanned Y/N's face, noticing the subtle details that spoke volumes about her ordeal. A red mark on her cheek, the telltale sign of a recent impact, caught his attention. His gaze flickered to her puffy eyes, evidence of the tears she had shed.

"I... I just... I thought we were just gonna talk things out," Y/N began, her voice trembling with emotion as she recounted the events.

Jack listened intently, his concern growing with each word she spoke. Taking a step closer, he instinctively searched for any other visible signs of harm that wasn’t visible to him yet.

"And when I told him I didn't wanna be with him, he attacked me," Y/N continued, her voice faltering.

Jack fell silent for a moment. "A-attacked you? He hurt you??" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, disbelief etched across his features. He took another step closer to Y/N, his hands reaching out to gently rest on her arms. "Are you hurt anywhere else? Did he hit you?"

His fists tightened involuntarily, as he fought to keep his emotions in check. Y/N gingerly peeled off the jacket she was wearing, revealing her bruised arms to Jack.

He studied the bruises, the urge to confront her ex simmered beneath the surface, but he knew that giving in to his anger wouldn't help Y/N in this moment.

“He did this to you…”

He backed away, pulling the jacket tighter around herself, he felt a pang of regret at the distance between them. “Jack please I just want to forgot about it. I didn’t mean to involve you in this.”

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up first," Jack suggested gently, his voice tender with concern as he took Y/N's hand and led her to the bathroom. Closing the door behind them, he made sure it was securely locked.

With utmost care, Jack guided Y/N through the process of washing up, his touch gentle and soothing as he helped her cleanse away the remnants of her ordeal.

“Thank you, Jack,” y/n whisper, voice barely audible over the running water. She watches him carefully squeeze out water from the washcloth. He comes closer to dab the cloth against her lips, then moves onto the leftover makeup.

With each stroke of the washcloth, he took a moment to appreciate the delicate curve of her lips, his gaze lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

As he finished cleaning off her lips, Jack let the washcloth fall into the sink with a soft sigh. Meeting Y/N's gaze, he searched for any hint of what she needed next. "What should I do now?" she asked softly.

He hums in thought, wanting to give her a hug but the only thing that’s stopping him is the awkward tension between the two of them. He opens his mouth to speak, not quite sure on how to answer the question, but she beats him to it. “Can we just watch a movie?”

A buzz emanated from the countertop where Y/N's phone lay face down, a flicker of unease crossed her features. Before she could reach for it, Jack was already there, deftly flipping the phone around and declining the call with a swift movement.

“Your ex?”

Y/N nodded silently at Jack's question, confirming his suspicion. With a heavy sigh, Jack glanced down at the declined call notification, a pang of frustration coursing through him. Jack pocketed Y/N's phone, a silent vow to shield her from any more unwanted contact.

"I'll find something for you to wear." Turning away briefly, Jack rummaged through a nearby closet, searching for suitable attire.

After a moment, he returned with a soft sweater and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, offering them to Y/N with a reassuring smile. "Here, these should be more comfortable," he said, his tone gentle yet comforting.

As Y/N accepted the clothes, Jack couldn't help but notice the frown that tugged at her lips. With a gentle touch, he reached out to smooth down the wrinkled and wet fabric of her dress. She can smell the faint scent of Jacks cologne as it mixed with the scent of the laundry detergent.

Her confident movements drew Jack's gaze, his eyes tracing the graceful arc of her movements as she pulled her hair back into a bun and began to peel down the straps of her dress. For a moment, he stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat at the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

They locked eyes and y/n laughed lightly, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue, Jack couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him.

Chuckling softly in response, Jack's own cheeks tinted with a hint of color as he met Y/N's gaze trying really hard to not look down. “Woah- uh” he remarked playfully, his voice warm with affection.

The fabric pooled around her, the sleeves hanging past her hands, and she couldn't help but chuckle nervously at her own appearance. Jack forced a smile, his attempt to lighten the mood evident in the twinkle of his eyes. "Looks comfy!" he remarked with a chuckle.

With a grateful nod, she stepped further into the warmth of the apartment, the familiar scent of home enveloping her like a comforting embrace. her eyes were drawn to the soft glow of candles scattered around the space, the flickering flames danced in the dim light.

Jack closed the door behind him, his gaze lingering on Y/N as he noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor. With a gentle smile, Jack settled onto the couch, patting the seat beside him in invitation. "Come, sit," he urged softly.

couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him as he watched Y/N get comfortable on the couch, wrapped snugly in the blanket he had provided. Her small form seemed to melt into the fabric, a picture of coziness amidst the expanse of the living room.

he turned on the TV show he had overheard Y/N mention liking, he couldn't resist stealing a glance at her. The small smile on her face tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a sense of contentment that he hadn't felt in a while.

Y/N felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, she couldn't resist the urge to turn her head and meet Jack's gaze.

Caught in the act, Jack quickly averted his gaze from Y/N's direction, his heart racing slightly at the realization that she had noticed him staring. He forced a nonchalant expression onto his face and directed his attention towards the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the show playing on the screen.

A rush of embarrassment washed over him as he mentally scolded himself for his momentary lapse in composure. He should have known better than to let his gaze linger on Y/N for too long, especially given the circumstances.

Y/N watched with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as Jack forcibly averted his gaze, letting out an overly dramatic yawn in a sad attempt to play it cool. He sank back into the couch cushions, eyes determinedly fixed on the TV even as she caught the faint blush tingeing his cheeks.

Just then, the apartment door flew open with a bang as Luke came barreling in, nearly tripping over the shoe rack in his typical whirlwind entrance. "What'd I miss?" he boomed, obliviously taking in the awkward tension.

Jack visibly startled at his brother's abrupt arrival, cursing under his breath. Y/N had to stifle a giggle at the palpable mortification radiating off him now.

Poor guy just couldn't catch a break. "Nothing much, Wreck-It Ralph," she quipped, smirking at Luke. "Jack was just giving me a very passionate rendition of a yawn. Riveting stuff."

Jack shot her a murderous look, but she just winked back teasingly. There was something undeniably entertaining about getting under his skin like this.

Flopping onto the couch between them, Luke furrowed his brow in confusion. "Ooookay then. You two are being weirder than usual." His eyes bounced between their strained expressions before realization seemed to dawn. "Oh man, please don't tell me you two are screwing.”

As Jack grumbled inarticulately under his breath, Y/N flashed Luke an innocent look. "Me? Never." Her gaze slid sideways to meet Jack's stormy blue eyes, holding the contact for a heated moment before he huffed and looked pointedly away again. Y/N bit her lip to smother her laugh.

Oh yes, this was very fun indeed.

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docdetective · 4 months ago

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In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter one

Logan growled a little as a small plane skimmed just over the treetops. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, as one of the main types of transportation in the remote Alaskan bush, but it ruined the illusion of being completely alone. And that was why he was here. In a self imposed exile, away from responsibilities, the X-Men, and everything he had failed. For the first few months, he had slept on the ground, the few belongings he kept under a tarp next to him, his head propped up against a tree. He just kept moving, no particular goal in sight, he had an inexplicable need to keep moving. He mused it was the animal in him, just as the pattern in the migrating geese as the seasons changed. Trudging through the rain, then the snow, waking up in the morning and shaking it off his body. That was becoming a nuisance, he thought.

As he came across small towns, he would frequent the bars to drown in a little whiskey for a few hours, and a cigar, if he was feeling particularly out of place. In his wet flannel, long hair, and boots, he looked like any other woodsman braving the winter. On his way back into the woods those nights, he let the wolverine take over, and took out his anger and disappointment on the trees. The sensation of splintering wood under his claws was satisfying, though fleeting. It was a temporary release, a way to keep the inner turmoil at bay. But it never lasted. The rage always crept back, like a persistent shadow, reminding him of the things he couldn’t escape. He found solace in the wild. The cold air bit at his skin, the icy wind stung his face, but it made him feel alive, present. The physical discomfort grounded him in a way that nothing else could. Here, in the frozen wilderness, he could be the animal without fear of judgment, without the burden of others’ expectations. Even in this self-imposed exile, Logan couldn’t completely escape his past. The memories were always there, lurking just beneath the surface. Every crackle of the fire, every rustle in the brush, reminded him of battles fought, friends lost, and the endless cycle of violence that defined his existence.

Some nights, when the wind howled through the trees, he swore he could hear the ghosts of his past whispering his name, mocking him for his attempt to find peace in a world that had never offered him any. One evening, after a particularly brutal storm had passed, Logan stood on the edge of a frozen lake, staring at the reflection of the northern lights in the ice. The colors danced and shifted, a stark contrast to the darkness within him. A fascinating sight, such a beautiful difference to why he was here. He wondered if there was anything left of the man he used to be, or if he was now just a creature of the wild. The thought didn’t scare him. In fact, it was comforting in a way. To be the beast meant to be free, unburdened by the complexities of human emotion, of pain, of loss. For now, though, he would take what little peace he could find in the solitude of the Alaskan wilderness. He would let the snow cover his tracks, the trees hide his scars, and the silence drown out the noise of the past. At least until the next plane flew overhead, reminding him that he was never truly alone.

Andi looked out the window as she flew over the treetops. She loved to fly, the freedom it provided her to reach the most remote areas of the wilderness was a thrill she never tired of. As a behavior analyst and tracker for the Forest Service, Andi's job took her to places where few dared to venture. Her expertise in studying wildlife patterns and tracking elusive species had earned her a reputation for being one of the best, something her male counterparts certainly couldn't believe, with the amount of poachers she had had a hand in apprehending.

Locating the riverbank she called her home, she descended, skillfully guiding the small plane through the narrow valley. The dense forest below seemed impenetrable, a vast sea of green stretching out in every direction. She spotted a small clearing near the riverbank and smoothly landed on the pontoons attached to the bottom of her plane, the water gently rippling as she brought the aircraft to a stop. Her home, a small cabin, sat at the edge of a riverbank where her plane was able to land. Andi jumped out, her boots splashing lightly in the shallow water as she secured it to the dock jutting out from the bank. She unloaded the supplies from town, then attached her belt and adjusted her backpack, double-checking the supplies she had meticulously prepared for her mission of the day. It was a short trek easily accessible from her home, locating the tracking signal of one of the older bears in the area, affectionately nicknamed Zorro. Although it was early to hibernate, his signal had stopped moving, and it was Andi’s job to find out if it had fallen off, he had went to sleep early, or heaven forbid, humans had taken it off. She moved easily and confidently, this area had only one other small cabin that belonged to someone that hadn’t stuck around for the winter, so she wasn’t worried about humans in the area for once. Thankfully, when she reached the coordinates of the tracker, Zorro was found slumbering peacefully in a dug out area under a rock outcropping. Andi noted this and radioed the information back, then decided to take a different route back to her cabin, knowing the area quite well. It was rare to have such a short task for her days’ work, and she wanted to explore a bit more on foot before heading back.

Humming along to the song stuck in her head, Andi traversed a bit west before heading back north parallel to her cabin. She always had a good supply of snacks to occupy her on her journeys, and a dried apricot was halfway in her mouth when she stopped short and all senses went on alert. Ahead of her, many trees bore the usual sign of grizzlies, long claw marks dragged in the bark. Unlike all times she had seen this occurrence on one or two trees at a time, however, every tree was slashed in an unmistakable path leading forwards. She put her hand against one. It seemed cleaner, deeper than the ones she was used to seeing. She frowned. Grizzly bears and their claws were noted as being one of the strongest animals to exist, and if they didn’t make these marks, what on earth did.

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elsaellaelys · 2 years ago

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In love

summary: Y/N realizes she fell in love with her new bestfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

768 words

a/n: I just liked so much writing, had to make another her. Let me know if you have some request, send me a chat! <3

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It's not easy on Y/N's mind when she got this messy, JJ rent free in her mind, she just can't help it. His touch lingering just a little to much in the low of her back as he passes by makes she weak in the knees, blaming it on the hormones when she reaches to feel his arms as he helps she get in the boat, holping he doesn't notice, or the intrusive thoughts in her head that makes she understand Charlotte Flax in Mermaids. I mean, what she wouldn't give to be that can in his hand? Fitting just perfectly between those lips, having his hands wrapped around she like that, be the trail of beer down his chin, the wind blowing inside the loose sleeves of his shirt and through his chest.

Fucking pathetic.

Y/N is lost, no doubt.

This is not only a crush, she's in love. Deeply in thoughts about JJ. What is he doing? Where is he? Is he thinking about me? Inevitable to not wake up musing him, go to sleep meditating about it, heartbroken when he flirts with another girl.

After all it's not like he wants to date her.

Marry her.

Have her babies.

The HMS Pogue float calmly on the chill waves, John B., Kiara and JJ are swimming, Pope is laid down in the corner, Franz Kafka's book long forgotten on his lap as he takes a nap. Y/N is just laying in the sun, she moved to the OBX only six months ago, still can't swim very well so she rater not tire herself to much. The pogues don't understand how come Y/N comes to an island without knowing how to swim, a few weeks earlier she had to confess it, due the summer vacation, and JJ started taking her to the beach to teach her. That's it! Like a click comes to her mind. The memory of that first afternoon of swim class, begginin of July, school year had just ended, the sea kinda green and warm, JJ was teaching Y/N how to float. They were in the shallow, he backed away and laid back, chest appearing on the surface, to show her how to do it. She tried, his hands were on her back to help she lift her weight on the water, but the second they left, her body sinked inches, the gasp she let out letting water inside her mouth. He laughed shortly bringing her up, moving the hair off of her face.

"It's alright, just a little bit of water in your mouth" she lifted a finger in front of his face, turning around to blow salt water out of her nose. "Okay, breathed some too" he laughed.

She saw his eyes tight with the smile, bright blue orbs, laugh lines, hands pressed on her waist. It felt like the first time. Y/N didn't learned it that day, neither in the next one, late that week they had to find a quieter place after JJ pissed a guy trowing sunscreen on his surf board for making fun of Y/N's swim skills.

JJ never made she feel bad for not knowing how to swim, actually, he felt bad for not teaching right - but how could she learned when she was more interested on the teacher than on the lesson?

He swam to the boat pocking her side for attention.

"Hey pretty girl!" her heart twirled "Wanna swim with me? It's not fun without you."

Y/N agreed, would do anything with him. She slipped off to the water, his arm around her.

"I'm fine." she says "I can at east not sink, y'know?" But he didn't wanted to let go of her, the feeling of soft skin to good against his palm. He did, anyway.

"See?" the girl smiled.

"I see" he answered.

His blue eyes watched her sparkling ones, tanned skin, so shiny, tits looking so cute in the flowered bikini top, nice lips, so kissable. JJ felt the ground falling out from under him, even though he was in the water. How could he only notice it now, he wants to kiss she so badly, flirting is not enough, lingered touches, sweet nicknames, not enough. Remembered also how he feel so safe around her in such a small time together, how he wants to impress her just to see the proud lustful look on her face, how he felt when saw she wearing his shirt on the Chateau after getting her's wet - kinda horny, sure - but with a twist in his heart.

He sees. He knows now.

He's in love too.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank fic

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Saul Silva x reader - what we needed

You were wondering the grounds when you heard the sounds of laughing and someone playing the guitar, so with a smile you walked to the training grounds and found a small group of students there.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Sky smiled.

You padded over and stood next to him, looking down at him playing the guitar.

“Been a while since you played.” You smiled.

“Well, we thought after everything that’s been going on we thought we’d just relax. We even made a fire!” Bloom beamed.

You laughed and looked at their makeshift fire and shook your head a little.

The sun was setting and it was getting late.

“Know what you need?”

They all stopped and looked at you.

“Light. Stella, come stand with me.”

The princess walked over and stood next to you, and you stood in front of her, holding a ball of light in your hand and she did the same.

“Now just throw it. Like this.”

You tossed your hand in the air and it hovered there, and she did the same thing.

“We can do that?” She asked.

“And more. Watch.”

You moved your hand, spitting them both in half and moving them around, and you threw a few more around the light up the nearby area.

“There you go, that’s better.”

“Do you want to stay Professor? I know you’re probably busy, but if you want to stay you can.” Terra smiled.

You looked at them all and they nodded and Sky nodded his head as well.

“Come on, it’s been like ages since I actually saw you. I’m tired of seeing Silva.” He laughed.

“Alright, alright I’ll stay.”

You sat next to sky as you watched the fairies dance with one another while he played music for them.

“Can you dance professor?” Musa asked.

“They can dance and sing.” Sky grinned.

They began chanting for you to sing for them and to dance with them and you turned to Sky, poking his head.

“Thanks for ratting me out, that was supposed to be our secret.”

“I’ll play your favourite song.”

You hummed and slapped your hands on your knees, looking at them all and you grinned before nodding your head.

“Alright. Alright!”

The girls cheered and dragged you over to where they were stood and Sky began playing the oh so familiar tune you were in love with.

You looked at Terra who seemed a little unsure about dancing and you held your hand out to her.

“I.. I can’t dance.”

“I’ll show you, don’t worry.” You smiled.

Terra took your hand and you guided her on how to dance as you waited for your cue to start singing.

You passed the fairy to Musa who carried on dancing, and you looked at Stella and Aisha dancing together while bloom stood watching.

Then you began to sing.

“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea. Sail away, kill off the hours. You belong somewhere you feel free.”

You stood to the side. And you heard another voice which made everyone else stop.

“Run away, find you a lover. Go away somewhere all bright and new. I have seen no other. Who compares with you.”

You watched Saul walk around and he held out his hand to you.

“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea. You belong with your love on your arm. You belong somewhere you feel free.” You sang softly.

Saul pulled you towards the middle and he placed his hand on your waist, other hand holding yours and you planted your hand in his shoulder.

Both of you slowly dancing and everyone smiled as they joined in. Musa with Aisha, Stella with Terra and Bloom with Farah who appeared out of nowhere.

“Run away, go find a lover. Run away, let your heart be your guide. You deserve the deepest of cover. You belong in that home by and by.” You sang.

Both you and Saul smiled softly as you sang the next part together.

“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong somewhere close to me. Far away from your trouble and worry. You belong somewhere you feel free. You belong somewhere you feel free.”

Sky played another song and you carried on dancing with the man in front of you and he smiled down at you.

“You were supposed to come for a meeting.” He mused.

“I got distracted. How’d you know I was here?”

Saul chuckled a little.

“The lights. And I heard the song.”

“You know it?”

Saul rolled his eyes a little as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“You sing it every morning when you think I’m still asleep.”

“So you can hear me. I’ll remember that.”

You both laughed and you moved your hands around his chest to hug him, and you placed your head against him, closing your eyes as you smiled.

Saul smiled down at you and carefully wrapped his arms around you, one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head.

They swapped the guitar for someone’s phone for music, and Sky joined in with the dancing.

Eventually you moved to dance with the others, and when you were dancing with Farah you felt someone pull you away and you smiled.

“I haven’t had a dance yet.”

“I used to dance with you all the time Sky, don’t be jealous.”

“Well, will you dance with me now?”

You smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Absolutely.”

You danced with Sky, and you smiled at him.

“You’ve gotten better kiddo.”

“I’ve been practicing.” He grinned.

You laughed softly, nodding your head and you noticed Saul and Bloom dancing next to you and you smiled at Saul.

“Sky is better at dancing.”

“Ouch. That hurts.”

“It’s true, Sky is definitely better.” Bloom laughed.

You three laughed at Saul as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Swap?” He asked.

“I dunno, I like dancing with (Y/N).” Sky mused.

“And I’m married to them, so I win this round, dance with your girlfriend.”

You ducked under Saul’s arm as he passed bloom to her boyfriend and Sky passed you back to your husband.

Saul placed his hand on your shoulder and you played with the hair on the back of his head.

It was nice, spending an evening not having to worry about anything, just music, smiles, laughter and dancing.

It was perfect, and as you looked at everyone you knew they felt the ease in the stress they felt as well

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga x you #saul silva imagine #saul silva #saul silva x reader #saul silva x you

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diolanza · 4 months ago

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📚perospero

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Fingers twisted into sheets. Nails scoring into the pale flesh across his back. Bodies flush against each other, sweaty, shaking. Teeth against bared neck. The whisper of praise against the shell of the ear. A messy meeting of lips on lips. Skin on skin. Moans echoed into the darkness of a candle lit bedroom.

❝ Huh? ❞

❝ You'll make a lovely husband someday. ❞

❝ Aren't you listening?! ❞ she sets the tea down with a huff, ❝ I said, you need need to find a wife. You'll make a lovely husband someday.❞

Perospero is brought back to the present by a jab from an elbow to the ribs. His escapades from the night before escape him and he clicks his tongue, glaring to the offender. Katakuri stares at him expectantly, nodding to the space behind his elder brother. He turns and the small gathering of Charlotte siblings all have their eyes on him, giving him the same look. Mama sits at the head of the table, sipping at a cup of tea, eyeing him all the same.

❝ Ah, yes, yes, ❞ Perospero nods eagerly, finally catching onto why everyone had turned their attention to him.

He was lucky. Already proving too useful to simply be promised to some rich noble's daughter when he came of age. If he so chose, he could still marry whichever woman he wanted, with Mama's approval of course. But he'd yet to find a bride, much less a girl that was willing to date him. He'd been given some freedom, yet he squandered it by keeping himself occupied by whichever man decided to warm his bed on the weekends.

Mama hadn't figured it out yet, or she was simply waiting for her son to admit his disinterest in women. She wouldn't be happy, he knew that much. She wanted grandchildren, and plenty of them. Unless he found a particularly interesting child, adoption wouldn't be enough for her.

❝ You'll be the first to know when I find someone, Mama. ❞

Later, when everyone was filing out of the dining room, Perospero tried his best to hurry ahead of the rest of his family, trying to avoid the inevitable talk that at least one of them would want to have with him. He'd barely made it halfway down the hallway before a heavy hand was on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He let out a long, drawn out sigh before turning to look at Katakuri. His brother gave him little opportunity to shake himself free before he was guiding him down the hall, around the corner, and into a nearby room.

❝ What's your- ❞

❝ Mama's gonna find out eventually, Peros. ❞

With an indignant scoff Perospero, crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his weight into one hip, and glared up at his brother. This wasn't the first time one of his siblings had shown concern for his predicament, and it wouldn't be the last he was sure, but the pressure for him to find someone was only growing stronger. But, for once, he didn't concern himself with his mother's feelings on the matter, not entirely.

❝ No, she won't. Not if we all keep it to ourselves,❞ he tipped his head to the side, earning him a glare from Katakuri.

❝ None of us would do that, you know that. ❞

❝ ...Then why worry about Mama finding out? As long as I'm careful, she won't figure it out. No one's said anything so far, not even the couple of men I've seen. ❞

❝ Mama's not stupid, Peros, ❞ Katakuri's gaze, whether he meant for it to be intense as it was or not, made Perospero slightly shrink. He was tight Mama wasn't stupid, but she was out on the sea with her crew so often, she took little notice of things that weren't told to her. And all of his siblings, at least a few of the older ones, had pretty quickly figured out what was going on. Thankfully, most were willing to be quiet about his sexuality, but many had shown concern for his recent wanton behavior. He'd fallen asleep a little too often in the mornings for there not to be something obvious keeping him up until past midnight.

❝ It isn't like I'll get someone pregnant. ❞

❝ That's not what I mean, dumbass. If Mama finds out, who knows how she'll react. ❞

❝ She won't find out. I've made sure that my flings are perfectly fine with not kissing and telling. None of you will say anything. What's there to worry about? ❞

Katakuri's hands balled into fists at his sides, ❝You! Mama will be furious if she finds out you've been hiding this. It's already been four years since you turned eighteen! You think she'll just keep letting you avoid marriage? ❞

❝ Oh, and you think you can keep up your pace so you'll be useful enough to her? That's the only reason she hasn't married you off. Thank you can keep being perfect? ❞ Perospero was growing tired of his brother's nose in his buisness. Despite the other looking like he was about to wring his neck, he shoving past him and went to the door.

❝ ...We're not done talking. ❞

❝ Yes we are, now leave me alone, ❞ Perospero stomped out into the hall again, leaving his brother standing dumbly in the room behind him.

Mama wouldn't find out. She never would. He'd keep it up for as long as he had to.

#waxgentleman #suggestive tw #i did not reread and edit this so it is probably rly messy #woke up dead out of sleep to finish it

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libidomechanica · 8 months ago

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unscriptured · 9 months ago

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RULES.

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couple-write-fics · 1 year ago

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Dandelion Seed among Maple Leaves

AU!Hana x Kazuha

(Dandelions by Ruth R.)

On the dock, disembarking from the Crux, Hana stretched and popped her shoulder along with her back. It had been a long 3 weeks. She was excited to be away from the stale confined air of the inner ship. That's why she enjoyed the air of the salty sea, the smell of Inazuman dango and the spices of Liyue. She was too excited to be back in Liyue though; she could finally take her well deserved break thanks to her work with Beidou to ensure that her crew didn't get Scurvy by keeping the small Sunsettia tree able to bearing fruit.

“Perhaps we should go enjoy the midday sun. Afterall, the midday sun has a way of making one yearn for a moment of sleep. What say we find ourselves a place to rest?” the man that held her heart said behind her. He was an Inazuman that she had met when she was running from her captors. You see, she was betrothed to a man from Natlan but she did not want to be married to him as he was essentially a warlord. So, the night she was supposed to meet him, she ran far and fast from Natlan to Liyue, where she ran into the Anemo Samurai.

“Yes, please.” She smiles and nods at him.

Kazuha smiled, offered his hand to her, a gentlemanly action that she has grown used to. This is just a small and simple action that she had grown used to since meeting him over 18 months ago. He had treated her like she was a common human, not a runaway future noble from Natlan. He had protected her, laughed with her, dried her tears, held her and most of all, allowed her to express her desires to be a wandering soul, free of all responsibilities that her future entailed. To her, he was a zephyr of freedom that she needed; Yet, she longed to know what she was to him.

He leads them through the Harbor city, smiling as he enjoys the sounds as he leads them to the plateau of Mt. Tianheng, a perfect place to watch the sunset and also collect flowers that she wants. She mainly wants to collect the flowers to make herbal remedies to ensure that no one gets sick on the ship again. She got the unofficial job of “Ship Medic”, which Beidou appreciated. After all, when he got sick himself, she nursed him by herself for all the hours she was able to. Over 28 hours, 3 fevers being repeatedly spiking and breaking and countless coughing fits later, she nursed him. She only smiled, circles under her eyes, and whispered “Thank the Archons you are okay” all before she collapsed.

“Here we are, I hope you enjoy our relaxing day before we nap.” Kazuha smiled before he watched her run off to collect flowers.

He smiled as he watched, his eyes full of love and full of the Dendro-user. She was full of life, compassionate yet also timid to a fault. She is so scared of any man that isn’t any of the crew or him. She has woken him up, crying and has since then, slept with him. He has written Haikus, Poems, and Sonnets. The language he used made her smile and since then, she has been his muse. Her hair was that of moonlight, her eyes of Silverore. He enjoys seeing her smile and it makes him want to always keep that as a permanent fixture on her face. He wishes he could tell her how she feels.

“And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.” He mutters as he picks up a Sweet Flower that was growing nearby. “ 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions; wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay, when I see you smile, smile.” He smiles as he whispers his one prayer to the wind, unaware of his crush being able to hear the prayer on the wind.

“Wishing on dandelions all of the time, Praying to Archons that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time.” Hana had accidently started singing just nearby as she then got the Violetgrass that grew nearby too.

His eyes grew wide before returning to normal and, with a smile, walked over, taking her hand and smiled as he rested his forehead on her forehead.

“Dandelion, into the wind you go: Won't you let my darling know?” He softly whispers and smiles as she smiles back.

“Dandelion, into the wind you go; Won't you let my darling know that?”

And with this, the wind blew as they softly locked lips. With this, they confirmed each other's feelings for each other. That they do harbor deep emotions and to truly love each other.

I guess that while he was the Zephyr she felt; she was the Dandelion Seed that blew in his calming breeze. They simply were meant to be.

((Firefly here!!! Hana will in several stories (not requests!) but she will have the AU! by her name when she isn't with her partners for romantic fics. Hoped you like it, more to come)

#kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact #genshin fluff #songfic #Spotify

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years ago

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What about Izzy x reader but the reader is blackbeards sibling? Ik eds an only child buuuuut I think it be cute to have a reunion between all of them or something :)

Edward Teach's Sibling and Izzy Hand's Lover Returning:

"C'mon Jackie, he's my brother!" you pleaded. You had been lingering around Spanish Jackie's for a while now before she agreed to see you, mostly just because she knew whatever you were up to would involve your brother. She didn't like getting involved in family business.

"If I knew where he was, I would tell you. All I know is that he's sailing around with the Gentleman fucking Pirate," Jackie had already told you this, but you kept coming back just in case she had heard anything.

"Right, I've heard of him. Sounds about right for Ed to take an interest in somebody doing something different," you hummed, thinking back on what you had heard about the Gentleman Pirate, Stede Bonnet you think he name was. A miracle he survived at sea, of course Edward would shack up with him.

"The bastard broke my nose jar," Jackie muttered into her drink.

"Edward?" you frowned, even he wouldn't touch Jackie's nose jar.

"No, the Gentleman Pirate," Jackie rolled her eyes.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little. You had never met the man but you could almost picture it from what you've heard about him. "Ah...made a good impression, then?"

"He's not welcome here," Jackie shot you a glare, as if you were threatening to drag him in.

"Alright..." you sighed, deflating in your seat. You still felt no closer to tracking down your family. "Do you at least know the name of the ship they're sailing on?" you asked.

"The Revenge," she told you simply.

"Alright, let's see what I can do with that," you nodded. Maybe somebody had encountered the ship lately, knew what direction it was sailing in. It was better than nothing. "Is Izzy with him still?" you asked quietly.

"'course he is. Where else would he fucking go?" Jackie scoffed.

"Ah, you like him really," you insisted, earning an eye roll but also a small smile from her.

Jackie shook her head, sipping from her drink, looking towards the door. "Huh..." she raised an eyebrow, lowering her drink.

"What?" you frowned, not daring to look behind you, not if it had interested Jackie. At least she didn't seem angry.

"Today might be your lucky day," she mused, nodding towards the door.

You turned in your seat, seeing a familiar figure walking into the bar. You recognised him instantly as apart of your crew, the crew you hadn't seen for far too long. Fang!

"Jackie, you are my good luck charm, I swear to fucking God," you flashed her a smile, quickly finishing your drink.

"Feel free to pay me for it," Jackie muttered as you stood from your seat.

"Love you Jackie!" you called back over your shoulder, giving her a wave as you hurried over to the man dressed in leather.

Fang's face lit up as soon as he saw you, shouting out your name as he pulled you into a hug. You had always liked Fang, he and Ivan worked closer to you and Izzy than the rest of the crew, but Fang was always a little more talkative.

Fang was quick to start chatting your ear off, telling you about everything that happened since you went missing. You were glad to hear that Edward and Izzy were alright. Turns out, it was only him and Ivan that had remained on the Revenge with them.

And while you were enjoying catching up, you were antsy to meet with your brother again. Thankfully, Fang suddenly realised that and offered to escort you back to the Revenge.

He seemed even more excited as you as you walked through the streets together, Fang telling you all about the new crew.

Once you reached the ship, you were greeted by Ivan, receiving a smile and a pat on the back as he welcomed you back. When you asked where the captain was, he pointed you in the direction of their quarters.

In your excitement, you just barged into the captain's cabin. You stumbled to a stop at the sight of the cabin. Your brother's cabin had been dark, he rarely took the sheets down from over the windows, but this was...quite different. It was spacious and bright, both form the chandelier and the sun coming in through the window. A fucking chandelier!

There was a grand desk, a comfy sitting area, bookshelves, a fireplace.

You were quickly snapped out of your amazement when your gaze settled on the two men sitting on the settee, reminding you of why you were here in the first place.

Your brother looked just like he did when you last saw him. Actually, no he didn't. Sure, his hair and beard were the same, his hair tied back to keep it out of his eyes, but he looked different. Brighter, healthier. Most notably, he was wearing a pair of loose black breeches and a white satin shirt. He looked comfortable, though he also looked like he had seen a ghost as he stared at you.

The man next to him was dressed in a soft blue, his blonde curls even softer. He looked more surprised by the intrusion than Edward, but also more confused than horrified than your brother.

"Edward!" you grinned, holding your arms out to your sides. You knew there was an equal enough chance of him either hugging you or stabbing.

"Holy shit!" Edward jumped up from his seat, rushing you. You could only laugh as he embraced your, squeezing you a little too tight and lifting you off of your feet. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, dropping you back down and grabbing you by your shoulders.

His joy for seeing you alive turning to simmering anger as he glared at you. Edward had never been good with people leaving.

"It's a long story, been harassing Jackie for your whereabouts for months. I swear, I never meant to lose you," you gave him the short explanation.

"Thought you fucking left or something," his grip on your shoulders tightened as he gave you a slight shake, begging you to explain your disappearance.

"Navy chased me off, wasn't about to let them get their hands on me. Tried to circle back, the ship was already gone," you told him. You could still remember the way your stomach dropped as you stared out at the horizon, the spot were the Queen Anne had been not all that long before.

"Navy chased us off too," Edward nodded in understanding, seeming to put the pieces together, as he loosened his grip. There still might be bruises later.

"Fucking hell. I'm really sorry, Ed," you apologised, voice cracking a little.

"You're back now, that's what matters," Edward grinned, pulling you back in for another embrace. "Knew you wouldn't abandon us," he murmured, as you gave him a squeeze.

"You couldn't pay me to abandon you," you promised him.

"Uh, Edward?" the blonde asked, cautiously standing from his seat, looking between you both. He couldn't decide how this was going to go, and he had no idea what was going on.

The interrupt caused you both to part, looking towards the other captain. "Oh, this is the Gentleman Pirate?" you asked your brother.

"Stede Bonnet," the blond introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to shake.

"Okay, I get it. He's cute," you nudged Edward's ribs with your elbow, which received a blush from him. He shoved your shoulder as revenge.

"Hey, I'm Ed's sibling," you introduced yourself, brushing off your brother, and shaking Stede's hand.

"Sibling?" Stede asked, eyes widening slightly but his politeness remained. "You never mentioned a sibling," he looked to Edward for some sort of explanation. He had heard about his mother and father, though it wasn't something Edward liked talking about, but he had never mentioned a sibling.

"They disappeared a little while ago, it's kinda been a sensitive subject," Edward confessed, giving a slightly apologetic look.

"I really am sorry about all that, I can explain everything," you insisted, turning back to your brother.

"I believe you," Edward assured you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Just glad your back. You are staying, aren't you?" he asked, a vulnerable look on his face, worried you would run off.

"Of course I am!" you promised. "I mean if Captain Bonnet is alright with that, wouldn't want to cause any disrespect," you added quickly. You had no intention of leaving, even if Stede didn't want you around, you weren't leaving them again, but you thought you should play nice.

"Of course! You're Edward's family, of course you're welcome," Stede agreed, though he clearly seemed a little shaken by this new development, "oh, and please, just call me Stede."

"Thank you, Stede," you nodded politely. "I can't wait to get to fucking know this guy," you grinned at Edward.

"He's fucking insane, you'll love him," Edward grinned right back, clearly proud of his new companion.

You gave the Gentleman Pirate another look over, you were already fascinated. Just look at his cabin!

Now that you had reunited with your brother and he didn't seem angry with you, you thought it was a good time to bring up the other matter. "Ed?" you asked, getting his attention back on you, "is Izzy here?"

"Right, right. You've humoured your brother long enough, need to track down his first mate," Edward teased, rolling his eyes at you.

"Don't be like that, I just know how he gets," you frowned, gently nudging your arm against his. You were certain that Izzy had become a terror.

"He's fucking miserable, man," Edward admitted with a small sigh.

"Fuck," you groaned. You knew Edward and Izzy better than anyone

"You know Izzy?" Stede asked, looking at you with interest.

"Obviously, I've sailed with Ed my whole life. Izzy's been there most of the time, practically grew up with him. The last few months have been the longest the three of us have ever spent apart," you told him with a small shrug.

"Well, you know Iz doesn't usually take shore leave. Should be able to find him around here somewhere," Edward assured you. And as if on cue, the three of you heard shouting coming from the deck. It was a familiar voice, hoarse and shouting something about 'twats'. It put a smile on your face.

"Ah...it seems the crew has returned," Stede hummed, giving you an apologetic look. Like you weren't used to Izzy's bad moods.

"Well, come on, let's get this over with," Edward sighed, patting you on the shoulder, knowing that it may not go as smoothly as your reunion had.

You just nodded, missing Stede's confused frown. Still, he followed you both out onto the deck.

You stood beside Edward outside the captain's cabin and there he was. Izzy hands, cursing the crew up and down. He hadn't noticed the three of you, too busy hoarding the crew back onto the ship and telling them were to put the supplies.

"Come on, Iz! Give the poor sods a break!" you called across the deck.

The first mate instantly froze at the sound of your voice before slowly turning to face you. The unfamiliar crew also stopping to see who the new face was.

"What the fuck?" Izzy asked, no, demanded. His glare harsh. If looks could kill, you'd be at the bottom of the ocean already.

"Even Jackie couldn't track you down, sailing on a new ship and all. Fuck, never make me spend another week with Calico-" you spoke as casually as possible, hoping to ease at least some of his anger, as Izzy marched up to you. The crew was certainly watching with interest now.

And then, there was a blade at your throat.

"Hey, Iz," you smiled, raising your hands in surrenders, not trying to defend yourself.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Izzy asked through gritted teeth.

"It's a long story but I can explain everything," you promised.

He only pressed the blade harder against your throat, you didn't even flinch. You didn't really think he would slit your throat.

"Should we stop them?" Stede asked his co-captain.

"Oh, no, just let them work it out," Edward reassured him, not seeming worried.

Plus, it was just better this way. Stede would only get himself stabbed by one of you if he tried to intervene. Historically, it had never been a good idea to interrupt an argument that involved either three of you.

"Desertion is punishable by death," Izzy reminded you lowly.

"Oh c'mon, I didn't desert anyone!" you scoffed, "and I came back as soon as I could!"

"Months!" he snapped.

"Like I said, you've both been hard to track down. I get a lead and you're gone already. So, I stuck by Jackie, she knows everything. Told me you were both sailing with Bonnet but didn't know where the ship was last spotted. Knew you'd show up in the Republic sooner or later," you defended yourself.

"I thought-we thought you were fucking dead," you didn't miss the way his voice shook.

"Gonna take more than some navy bastards to kill me," you promised him. "Can you please lower the knife?" you asked.

"Yeah, come on, mate. I think you made your point," Edward piped up.

Izzy seethed but knew that he couldn't actually bring himself to draw blood, so he tucked his dagger away. He was still looking at you like he wanted to kill you though.

"I missed you too, Iz," you knew it would only anger him more but you did miss him, and you had to let him know.

"Didn't fucking miss you," Izzy insisted and, to be fair, to anyone other than you and Edward he sounded convincing.

"Sure," you shrugged, your smile giving you away. You didn't believe him for a second.

"Alright, are you two done?" Edward asked, looking between you both with a certain fondness and familiarity. Stede was still trying to catch up, perhaps this was pretty usual between you and Izzy, arguments that got a little out of hand.

"Think so, a little amazed I'm not bleeding though," you joked.

"There's still time," Izzy warned sharply, making Edward laugh.

"All the time in the world, 'cause I'm not going anywhere now that I got my family back," you promised, both of them.

"Fucking right, you're not," Edward agreed firmly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

"Well, you have to have dinner with us. Roach is planning something rather special with the extra supplies he managed to get, and family should always been welcome," Stede welcomed you, really living up to his name.

"Fascinating," you grinned, you have never met such a welcoming pirate captain. "I'd be honoured, if Izzy joins us too, of course. He is family, after all," you bargained, even if you knew the first mate would hate it. You couldn't risk him running off and hiding, you weren't letting him get away just yet.

"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Stede agreed. He could deny their guest, could he? Though, he supposed you didn't really count as a guest if you were a new member of the crew. Mostly likely a new high ranking member of the crew, being Edward's sibling and all.

As you expected, Izzy cringed at the whole idea. "You'll love it, Iz!" Edward insisted, even if he doubted Izzy would even tolerate it, as he threw his other arm around his first mate's shoulder.

Dinner was as uncomfortable as could be expected. And the whole time, Stede felt lost. He just couldn't place the dynamics.

He had no doubt that you and Edward were related, even if you didn't look much alike. Stede could see the similarities. The energy, the passion, the newfound love for marmalade (Edward had insisted that you try it right then and there).

The two of you caught up, reflected on old memories, laughing and drinking together. Telling Stede about all the trouble you used to get into and most of those stories, if not all, involved Izzy. Though, Izzy didn't contribute to the story telling, other than a mumbled correction here or there.

You kept trying to bring Izzy into the conversation, as did Edward but with less conviction, and Stede noticed. He also noticed that Izzy seemed extra tense, which he didn't even think was possible, glaring at you.

Stede wondered what you must have done to upset him so, though he figured it didn't take much to get on Hands' bad side.

The strange thing though was that you seemed fond of Izzy, for whatever reason, one that Stede couldn't see anyway. Then again, Edward was fond of his first mate too. There much be something to the man that Stede wasn't seeing.

"Right, that was dessert, are we fucking done here?" Izzy asked, figuring that dessert signalled an end to a meal.

"Mate..." Edward sighed.

"Well...yes, I suppose. You're free to go whenever you please, Izzy," Stede told him. He wasn't going to hold the man hostage after all.

"Great, I'm fucking leaving," Izzy was out of his seat and out the door in seconds.

Edward get out another sigh, sinking down into his chair. "Why can't he just be happy when good things happen?!" he asked, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Because he's hurt, you thought but didn't say. "I'll handle it," you assured him, standing and squeezing his shoulder before leaving the cabin.

As soon as the door was closed behind you, you hurried across the ship and down towards the cabins. You figured Izzy wouldn't actually run away, that would be a bad look if another member of the crew caught him, but you didn't care about all that. So, you caught up quick.

"Izzy!" you caught him in the hallway, not far from his cabin.

Izzy sighed, his shoulders tensing, but he turned to face you anyway.

"Please, please forgive me. I never meant to leave, I didn't have a choice with the Navy on us. If they caught up with me they'd never let me go, I'm Blackbeard's blood. I really did come back as soon as I could, as soon as I could track you down," you insisted, not above pleading. In fact, you had told yourself that you would get down on your knees and plead for both his and Edward's forgiveness if that's what it took. They were your family, they meant everything to you.

"You should have seen Ed when you left," you could hear the pain in his voice now, more obvious than it was before now that nobody was around.

"I can imagine...I'm sorry you had to take care of him on your own," you apologised again. Edward's low moods and episodes were never easy to handle, but you always pulled him back of them. Losing the last of his family, to think you left him on purpose, you couldn't imagine how he ended up. It had to be worse than that time Calico Jack disappeared for months without a word and that had been pretty difficult for all of you. "Especially when you were hurting as well," a part of you didn't want to add that last part but you had too. You needed him to acknowledge his own pain, to know it was okay. That you hurt too.

"Fuck off," Izzy hissed, his eyes glassy.

"You don't need to lie to me, you know that. Nothing has changed. You can still trust me," you stepped towards him, smiling slightly when he didn't move away from you. "I'll do whatever it takes for you to believe that again, for as long as it takes. For both you and Edward," you vowed.

Izzy's gaze flittered around your face before seeming to believe you, his eyes turning a little red. "I really did miss you, Iz. Not a day went by when I didn't think about you, about Edward, about the Anne," you confessed, cautiously lifting your hands to cup his face. You felt your own eyes watering when he lent into your touch.

Before you knew it, Izzy was clutching at your waist and met you in a kiss. He held you harshly, fingering digging into your flesh, like if he loosened his grip you would just disappear.

He had lied. He had missed you so fucking much.

When he saw you standing outside of Edward's cabin, he honestly thought he was hallucinating, that he had been spiked or hit his head and didn't remember. Edward had been beaming, brighter than Izzy had ever seen him, even since Stede fucking Bonnet. And you had been smiling, you looked good, much better than he had felt the last few months. He couldn't control the rage he felt at the thought that you had been just fine while he and Edward mourned your loss.

"I'm back now, for good. I promise," you would tell him that as much as he needed to hear it, and you would mean it every time.

"I'll fucking kill you if you pull something like that again," Izzy warned, his voice rough.

"I'll hold you to that." The thing was, if you ever hurt either of them again, you would probably let him kill you if that would be want made things better. Izzy wasn't the only one who sometimes took loyalty too far.

Back in the captain's cabin, Edward was trying to explain everything to Stede. Retelling your life stories, not leaving your part out of the stories anymore, explaining how you went missing and how it impacted them. How Izzy could be a hard-ass but he really thought Stede would start to warm up to him now that you were back, Izzy had really been on a downwards spiral since you went missing. Both because of your loss and because of Edward's own decline. He promised Stede that he would love you but that he probably wouldn't be seeing you again until sometime the next day, likely after noon.

When Stede had asked why that would be the case, Edward just laughed and explained that you and Izzy would be doing a lot of arguing and making up for a while.

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years ago

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random fluff w/ itto please!! i adore how you write him :D

The Sun (protection), The Emperor (support), The Chariot (accomplishments) :: itto x gn reader | destined fate

warning: sfw, fluff (appearances: arataki itto gang members, traveler, paimon)

You’d never been to a wedding before, or one you remembered anyway. There was a time when you were dressed up to go to a party but it wasn’t fun so you blocked out most of it. However, as you stood here, memories surfaced, floated in your mind as you walked into the venue. So, perhaps the statement wasn’t ‘I’ve never been to a wedding,’ and instead was ‘I’ve never been to one I cared about.’

To be honest, you didn’t really know much about the couple, but the festivities were hard to pass up and your company wouldn’t have taken no for an answer if you tried.

“Oh maaaan, look at all this food!” Itto drooled as he eyed the piles of food littering table after table. You’d never seen so much decadence before. Wealthy people really know how to put on an event, you mused as you walked past a tray of delicious looking food. The smell was intoxicating but you fought against your desires, for now at least.

“Itto, focus please.” You begged, anxiously tapping his arm while you looked for familiar faces. The gang said they’d all be here but no one was sticking out of the crowd. At least you knew you’d find Itto easy enough. If it weren’t he large, red horns or white hair, it was his height that make him stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention he was still hardly wearing clothes, even after all your begging.

“y/n, this is so unfair. I can’t just let this go to waste. AH! What if someone knocks into the table and it all ... falls to the floor.” He looked pitiful as his imagination crafted his worst fear. Poor puppy dog eyes gazing at you while you tried to figure out if it was appropriate or not to eat.

“Just a little.” You whispered.

Itto took your approval with great pride as he picked up a leg of meat and began chewing it eagerly. It was almost impressive how fast he ate but you didn’t bat an eye at the skeptical. Instead, you searched the crowd again until you found a friendly face.

“Paimon!” You waved, relief spreading through you at the floating girl hovering above the crowd. Her face lit up and you made your way toward her while she pulled on her companions hair. “I didn’t expect to see you all here.”

“We couldn’t miss out on the festivities!”

“Paimon wouldn’t stop talking about the food.” The traveler corrected, a smug smile on their face.

“Hey!” She stomped her foot in the air, fists hitting her hips as she puffed out her cheeks and gave her friend a stern look.

“It’s alight, I have one of those too.” You pointed behind you at the lumbering oni who had scared most of the other patrons away while he chowed down. You sighed but didn’t try to stop him.

“Oh, Itto’s here too!” Paimon beamed but you wondered if it was because of the Arataki gang leader or if it was the food he stood by. “It would be -- ahem -- rude not to say hello.”

The traveler rolled their eyes and shook their head, “Go on.” They said and Paimon eagerly floated over to the table, hands clapping in delight.

The four of you spent some time together. Your odd pairing a sight to see, but what soon was a simple ‘drawing of attentions,’ had turned into a ‘turning heads’ sort of affair when the other members of the Arataki gang showed up. It was far livelier than you had expected. After a while you began to feel a overwhelmed at the groups energy. So, quickly, you made your way free of them.

You disappeared without any fuss and made your way to a small overlook. The decorations stretched all the way out here as every wooden beam was covered with lovely flowers. The best part about it though was its emptiness, its quietness, both were just what you needed. As you let out a sigh, you looked out across the sea of people. The wedding party was making their way through the crowd, hands waving to those who shouted congratulations to them, smiles bright and full of joy. You wondered what it was like to be that happy, to know you found your forever person.

If that time would come for you - it would only be a dream.

“Aha, found you.” Itto practically jumped in your field of view. For someone so large he managed to sneak up on you frequently. Perhaps he did it on purpose or maybe you were always so lost in your fantasies you blocked out the world.

“Hello.” You giggled, arms crossed as you turned to face him. He was leaning toward you, lumbering hands resting on his knees to support his weight. Itto was always so bright, so lively, you wondered how he accomplished it all.

“Why’d you run off, the party’s still rockin’.”

“I needed a breather.” You explained, feeling a bit embarrassed. This was one other reason you didn’t go to parties much, they wore you out.

“Well if this ain’t the best place to do that. It smells like candy over here.” He explained with a deep breath, chest expanding as he stood to his full height.

Itto always brought a peace to you no matter what he did. Perhaps it was because he promised to protect you, Celestia knows he could. Or maybe it was because he always knew how to make you smile, how to remind you of the good around everything. He was a ray of sunshine in a world full of clouds.

“Are you having fun?” You asked, eyes watching his every movement.

“Of course! But it’s not over yet!”

“Um, yeah. What do you me-ah!” Itto pulled you to him and suddenly started to dance. His legs moved but you felt like he was dragging you more than leading you. With steps as large as fence posts you had to leap in order to keep up. “Itto!” You yelled but pulled your volume back in when strangers turned your way. “Sl-slow dooooown.” He pulled you closer and spun you around. The force knocked your thoughts from your head while you desperately tried to hold on to the straps of his clothes.

“Open your eyes!” He shouted and you did only to find yourself directly below the pergolas decorated in rich, delicate flowers. You were transfixed, stunned, and felt lighter than you had all evening. The world below you faded away and above you was a heavenly display.

As you reached your hand toward the flowers, Itto slowed until you could feel the petals grace your fingertips with their silk. The feeling grounded you, Itto held you. It was perfect.

“Now you’re having fun.” Itto grinned, a laugh slipping between his teeth when you looked at him. Suddenly, he snapped his neck to the side and while you found the ground rather quickly, he made sure you were steady before letting you go. “Don’t move!”

“O-okay.” You replied as he dashed away from the patio. Your focus drifted back to the flowers above you and you regretfully you didn’t take a flower as a keepsake.

There was a loud cry, a cacophony of voices riled up and spreading across the crowd. Confused, you made your way toward it until you saw a bumbling oni pushing through with something in his hand. He held it high and yelled something incomprehensible to the reaching hands who tried to touch his prize.

“Itto?”

“Haha! Sorry, I had to get it. Couldn’t let someone else take it now could I?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked with a nervous chuckle, peering behind his broad chest to see what he hid from you.

You jumped when he shoved a bouquet of flowers in your face. They were stunning, perfectly arranged - except for the small damage they took on their way to you. You had a feeling these held a different meaning than the other bouquets resting on the tables based on the way the party goers reacted. How their eyes shifted between defeated and proud, how the Traveler and Paimon pulled at each other as they watched you, and how the gang started crying, or worse, fainting at it all.

“A-are these for me?” You asked, confused, but took the flowers in your hand.

“Of course, who else would they go too?” He seemed embarrassed but you didn’t know why. “So um, my um -- pal -- no.” Itto twisted toward the group and you saw them wave him on. “Will you ... accept these ... from me?” He thrust his thumb as his chest and waited for your reply.

“Yes, of course I will. How could I say no?”

Itto was in shock but his astonishment shifted into pure joy and though you didn’t fully understand his meaning, you felt like had an idea as soon as he lifted you in the air and shouted, “YOU SAID YES!”

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abraxos-and-ataraxia · 3 years ago

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Land and Sea

My submission for @elucienweek2022 Day 4 - Parallels

Pairing: Elain x Lucien

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: NSFW, this is purely filth at the end (please be gentle, it’s my first attempt at smut, the eris knife play doesn’t count)

Summary: Lucien is the youngest of seven sons, wholly uninterested in his father’s crown. He spends his days exploring the farthest reaches of the sea, chasing the feeling that something is missing. Elain is the second Archeron princess, beloved of the people, but trapped in her role. She seeks an escape from the marriage she must one day commit to, until the day she finds something more than anything she ever dreamed of. Two parallel lives finally intertwine in a meeting of chance, fate intervening at the intersection of land and sea.

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Elain walked briskly down the hallway, her slippered feet quiet on the stone. With any luck, she could leave the castle before Lord Graysen arrived. Her handmaiden had rushed into the room not five minutes prior, squealing about how grand their carriage looked. Nothing had ever sent Elain fleeing faster.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like him. In fact, she hardly knew him. As a child, she remembered Lord Nolan—Graysen’s father—frequenting the castle to discuss a future marriage. At ten years old, she hadn’t understood it. As an adult, she understood it just fine. And she had no interest in living with the stern old man or his son in their horrible manor. She loved her home, and she wasn’t ready to leave it. Not for a boy she didn’t know, at least.

Perhaps if she loved him, she mused, darting into the servant’s passageways. But Graysen had only come to the castle once, and he made no effort to speak with her. Even while eating an entire seven course meal at her side. He was far more focused on politics and pandering to her father. She couldn’t abide a marriage to such a man.

Passing the kitchens, she waved to the scullery maids, some of whom she’d grown up with. The girls grinned, laughing when they realized where she was heading. “Run faster,” they teased.

“I’m trying,” she said breathlessly, picking up her pace.

Everyone knew that Elain preferred flowers to politics, especially her father. The King usually let her escape in peace, but she wouldn’t put it past him to enforce her attendance today. For her betrothal.

By some miracle, or due to her unexpected speed, the door wasn’t barred by her father’s guards. Elain blew through it with a wild grin, leaning against the door once it was securely shut behind her.

The ocean breeze left the tang of salt on her tongue, tugging at her bronze curls. Elain couldn’t resist the pull, skipping down the steep steps to the small strip of beach below. It wasn’t much of an escape, with the castle walls enclosing either end, but it was her sanctuary.

Though if her father knew she had a rowboat hidden away, he likely wouldn’t let her go unescorted.

Elain kicked off her slippers when she hit the sand, digging her toes past the scorching upper layers to the cool grains beneath. She sighed, closing her eyes as she tilted her face to the sun, just another flower seeking warmth.

The rolling waves called to her, whispering her name. Elain, the surf whispered against the rocks. Elain, cried the gulls. Elain.

She followed. The water was warm, splashing her ankles unexpectedly. She laughed, the sound freeing her to explore along the shore. As she walked, Elain found iridescent shells, and she bent down to pluck them from the sea. She ran her fingers over their smooth edges. The sunlight glinted off the surface of the water, blinding her for a moment. And when she opened her eyes, she was confronted with something much, much larger than a shell.

She shrieked, tripping over her feet to fall backwards in the sand. There was a man. In the water. And he was naked. Elain slapped her hands over her eyes in an attempt to protect her modesty, or perhaps his modesty. Someone’s modesty, at any rate.

Elain waited, panting nervously, but nothing happened. Clearing her throat, she risked a peek through her fingers. He was gone. She blinked, rubbing at her eyes. Had it been an illusion? Scrambling to her feet, she scanned the water. What was better, a naked man or a vision? Maybe Graysen wouldn’t want to marry her if he knew she was hallucinating things.

When she caught a flash of red, Elain peered at the rocks more carefully. There. Was that…a head? She splashed through the water to reach it. Rounding the collection of boulders, Elain found herself thigh-deep in water, face-to-face with something straight out of a myth.

An expanse of deeply tanned skin made her blush, but she quickly realized that the man wasn’t naked, because his lower half was covered in scales. Long red hair fell in a wet tangle over muscled shoulders, partially covering a face so stunning, she couldn’t quite think of words to describe it. A horrible scar drew her gaze to one side of his face, but she found that she was more intrigued by his eyes. One gold, fashioned of gleaming metal, the other russet—a combination that had her mouth dropping open in wonder.

But not even the shocking amount of skin on display could distract her from the shimmering tail beneath the surface. Gold and ruby and every shade in between, covered with scales so small they looked like dewdrops trickling up to his hip bones. Sheer awe drowned out her embarrassment, allowing her eyes to rove over every inch of him, from his powerful muscles to the feathery edges of his golden fins.

He looked up at her warily, and she realized that she must have startled him earlier. “I’m sorry,” she blurted, stumbling back in the shallows. A wave splashed her upper thighs, making her yelp. He moved forward quickly, hands extended to help steady her against the surf. On instinct, she accepted his hold, allowing him to hold her hand as an ordinary suitor might. Ordinary? She wanted to laugh. This man—merman, she supposed—had a tail.

Those unusual eyes blinked up at her, “Why are you sorry?” His voice, melodic and deep, startled her. Everything was startling her, it seemed.

“I scared you,” she said, shrinking back. “I didn’t mean to scream.”

“And I did not mean to cause any distress,” he replied, shifting closer. “I must apologize for ruining your joy.”

“No,” she exclaimed. “Don’t apologize, please. I just…you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like you before. You haven’t ruined anything, I promise.”

His lips twitched, almost a smile. “You find me beautiful?” The words rolled over her skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

Elain shivered. “Yes,” she breathed.

“I suppose I can accept such a compliment, coming from someone as lovely as you,” he said, smiling fully. The flattery sent a blush blazing over her cheeks.

In a desperate bid for propriety—not that there was anything even remotely proper about the dress clinging to her legs—Elain gave a small curtsy in the water, ignoring the way the water climbed even farther. “I’m Elain,” she said shyly.

That beautiful face appeared to glow. “And I am Lucien. You are the princess, yes?”

“How do you—”

Lucien’s cheeks darkened, and he dropped her hand, looking away. “I have been…watching the people of your city for some time. They speak of you often.”

“Good things, I hope,” Elain said, smiling despite herself.

“Of course,” he ducked his head. “I am a prince, myself. But my people do not speak so well of me. I was…curious about you.”

“Your people?” Elain was fascinated. But being in the water for so long led her to shiver a bit.

Lucien caught it immediately, hands extending once more. “You are cold,” he said, reaching to interlace their hands. He pulled her towards him, towards the sun-warmed rock beside him. “Sit, please.”

With Lucien’s steady hands helping her, Elain clambered on top of the stone. She adjusted her legs, finding a comfortable position before looking down. Lucien waited patiently, face tilted up to her like she was the sun. Her breath left her in a mighty gust. No one had ever looked at her like that.

“I am sorry for staring,” Lucien murmured.

She blushed like a tomato. “I was staring earlier,” she confessed. “That makes it even.”

“Do you ever feel,” Lucien started, then stopped, uncertainty clouding his expression. “Do you ever feel as if there is something waiting for you?”

The words hit her so strongly, she trembled. Yes, she wanted to scream. She had always felt that way, always longed for something just out of reach. She’d been trapped by expectations for her whole life, unable to ever find the missing piece.

Lucien seemed to sense all of that and more, for his face softened. “I feel as though I have finally found it,” he said, so softly she almost missed it.

A part of Elain was ranting that this was insanity. She had met a naked fish person and was now confessing her feelings? But for whatever reason, this felt more right than any of the conversations she had over letters and fancy dinners. And some part of her felt the same way as Lucien. Some itching feeling had settled, as though the mystery beyond the horizon had finally come to find her, instead.

“Yes,” she breathed.

* * * * *

All his life, Lucien had been told never to go near the mortal realm. And for the most part, he had obeyed. But as the years passed, his resentment for the politics amongst his family had grown, and Lucien had drifted farther from his home. He explored the farthest reaches of the sea, chasing the feeling that something was missing, something vital. He found shipwrecks and islands, sunken cities and unbelievable creatures. But somehow, no hidden treasure filled the void in his chest. The void that tugged him towards land.

He started slowly, listening to the conversations of men aboard large ships and small fishing boats. He hid behind rocky outcroppings and watched children swim, families laughing together. He swam beneath the bustling docks of the city, watching the organized chaos and laughing at the sailors' humor. But he still couldn’t find what he was looking for.

Until her.

Something had drawn him to the secluded beach beneath the castle. Something that tugged fiercely, burning as bright as the sun. He followed that pull, unable to resist it, even if he could not understand what it was. But the second he saw her, he knew. Mate.

All of his experiences with mortals had helped him understand them better. He knew they did not have mating bonds in the human lands. They had marriages and affairs, but nothing nearly as powerful as the mating bonds. So when Elain actually spoke to him, he had all but bitten his tongue to keep from claiming her as such. He knew she wouldn’t understand. But now that he knew she felt the same inexplicable pull, he couldn’t stay away.

Lucien visited the palace nearly every day, meeting Elain on the beach and talking as long as she could allow. It was awkward at first, like their first meeting had been. She’d blushed every other word, and he had stumbled to find the right thing to say. But slowly, talking with her became so easy, the words just poured out of them. He told her about his home, his people, his customs. He told her about the world he had seen, the world he wanted to show her. He told her about himself, his pride and joy and loss and pain. He told her about the scar. And she listened. She listened and she told him her own tales, of her childhood and her friends. Of her struggles and hopes and fears. Together on the beach, they found that they were more similar than appearances had led them to believe.

His heart nearly broke when she cried during his stories. She touched his scar, pouring her heart down the bond without realizing it. He knew he had to tell her about mates, and soon. Not just because of Elain’s impending marriage, but because he couldn’t stand keeping the truth from her.

Somewhere in the midst of sunshine and smiles and stories, Lucien had fallen in love with Elain. He’d fallen in love with her laughter, with her fondness over her sisters, with her easy joy and kindness. He’d fallen in love with her blush, with the way she would snap at him when she disagreed, with her upturned nose and clever humor. Lucien didn’t know how to stay away from her. He didn’t think he could, even if he tried.

After a month of postponing the betrothal, Elain told him to meet her at midnight. Tucked behind the rocks, Lucien watched the shore, waiting for her to appear. Lamplight appeared, quickly extinguished as she raced down the steps and across the sand. Splashing sounded, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Elain finally landed in the circle of his arms.

“You’re here,” she breathed into his skin, lips whispering over his shoulder.

“I promised I would be.” When Elain finally moved back, he tilted her chin up, the moon reflecting off the tears lining her beautiful brown eyes.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Elain was sobbing against him. “Tomorrow,” she gasped around the tears. “They’re sending me away tomorrow morning.”

Lucien tightened his arms around her, but he forced himself to ask, “Is that what you want?”

“No,” she said, fingers digging into his back. “No, I can’t stand it. I want to be anywhere but here. I want to be with you, Lucien.”

He leaned back again, needing to see her face. Her eyes were determined, even lined with silver. “I love you, Elain,” he said softly, needing her to hear it.

She laughed, the sound soothing him as much as her words, “And I love you.”

“We’ve talked about this,” he reminded her. “I can’t take you back to my home, you would never survive there as a human. Just as I would not survive in your homeland forever. Someone would find out eventually.”

“You’ve traveled the whole world, surely there’s somewhere we can be safe together,” she pleaded. “I would go with you, no matter how far.”

Lucien looked back at the castle, wishing, not for the first time, that he could remain in human form indefinitely. But as he’d told Elain, it was impossible. A few hours at a time, he could manage. Anything more was a gamble. Especially since he’d never tried it before. His father had long since banned the practice of shifting forms, deciding that the risk was too great as the human realm grew.

Thinking hard, Lucien cast his mind over the places he’d seen on his travels. The human lands were vast, but not all of it was occupied. He’d once stumbled across a collection of islands, wholly uninhabited.

He blinked. An island. It had been several years, but the last time he’d traveled nearby, there was an island with very few humans. It would be perfect for them, if they could find it again. And if he could get her there safely.

“What is it? I know you have an idea, you can’t hide these things from me,” Elain poked his chest.

“There’s a place nearby,” he started. “An island we could build a home on.”

Elain perked up, pushing out of his arms and splashing through the water. “I have a boat,” she called excitedly. “We can go right now.”

He laughed when he saw it, a small rowboat tucked under a tarp on the beach. “What about supplies? You should get food and water and clothes, Elain. We won’t be coming back,” he reminded her.

Elain nodded, expression fierce. “I will. And then we make our escape.”

* * * * *

Several hours at sea in a small rowboat taught Elain two things: she loved Lucien very much, and she was a victim of seasickness.

She loved him more when he didn’t seem to mind that second thing. In fact, when she was so miserable during a sudden rain shower, Lucien hauled himself into the rowboat. She was too busy hurling her guts over the side of the boat to notice when his tail turned into legs, but once she recovered enough to recognize who was brushing her hair, she’d nearly fainted at the sight of…other things.

Even now, as the rowboat neared the shore of a quiet island, Elain found herself blushing. Lucien had been so nonchalant, but she couldn’t set aside her lessons in decorum so easily. She’d never seen a man before. Let alone one who looked like Lucien did. She wondered if all men were like him. The memory made her squirm.

“What are you thinking about?” Lucien teased her, swimming alongside the boat with a wide grin. The quirk of his lips said he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Nothing,” she hissed, covering her head with her arms.

“Elain,” Lucien said, voice lowering. “Have I ever told you about my sense of smell?”

“What about it?”

“That it is remarkably good.”

Elain huffed, glaring over the side at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he grinned, moving until his face was mere inches away from hers. “That I can smell what you were thinking about, and it wasn’t nothing.”

For a moment, Elain sat still, puzzled. Then she froze, legs clamping together against the wetness between them. “No, you can’t,” she barked.

Lucien’s smile grew impossibly wider, eyes flicking down to her legs and back up. “Should we check?”

Her cheeks were on fire. She twisted away from him, unable to look at his face. “That’s horribly improper,” she hissed, pinning her glare on the horizon instead.

“Elain,” he purred, circling the boat to float in her field of view once more. “I’m very curious. What kinds of things excite you?”

She buried her head in her arms once more. “You’re a horrible bastard,” she growled.

“I’m a horrible bastard who loves you very much,” Lucien said, and she could hear his smile. Despite herself, Elain found an answering smile forming on her lips. “And I can’t help it if I love the scent of your arousal as well.”

“Lucien,” she wailed, clamping her arms over her ears.

“Elain,” he said, laughing again. “One day, I am going to strip you of your propriety as well as your clothes.”

* * * * *

Elain thought she’d have time to adjust to seeing Lucien in all his glory. In reality, she had about ten seconds. The boat hit the sand, and Lucien hauled himself out of the water alongside it, the seawater drying until his scales dissolved in a flash of light. Suddenly faced with two long muscled legs and the glaring manhood between them, Elain sat back down in the boat with a thump.

“Are you alright?”

“No,” she hissed, averting her eyes.

“Would it help if I told you it’s alright to look.” Rather than teasing, like he’d been before, Lucien sounded sincere. Elain blinked, peeking at him through her lashes. She found Lucien kneeling in the sand, his expression earnest. “I promise it’s alright.”

“But we’re out in the open, anyone can see us,” she whispered.

He just smiled. “The island is abandoned. The closest humans are across the strait, in a small fishing village. I can take you later,” he said.

It should have been reassuring, but her mind caught and held on his final words. I can take you later. She clamped her thighs shut tight.

Of course, Lucien didn’t miss the movement. His soft smile turned crooked. “Anything you’d like to tell me?” She blushed harder, making him chuckle. Lucien reached out a hand, fingers playing with a curl of her hair. “I’ll stop teasing, but I’m not putting on pants, Elain.”

“That’s only because you don’t have any,” she muttered.

Lucien grinned, standing up suddenly. She squeaked, closing her eyes, but not before getting another glimpse. “I’m going to explore a bit. There’s a stream not too far from here, and it will be good to have a water source. Come find me when you’re ready,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Elain hummed her agreement, trying not to combust while she waited for his footsteps to fade. Gods. Lucien was going to be the death of her. On the one hand, he was right. There was no one around, so why was she so afraid of him? She’d grown used to his naked chest, though that had taken a few days. Perhaps she just…needed more time.

She looked towards the forest, seeing the branches swaying in Lucien’s path. Or perhaps she just needed a bit more courage. She’d gotten this far, in a boat with a merman on the run from her engagement. Surely it wouldn’t be too hard to go and kiss the male she loved.

Even if he had no pants on.

* * * * *

She followed the stream until she stumbled across a waterfall. Centered in a small clearing, clear water tumbled down over a fall of rocks, splashing into a deep and wide pool. Elain gasped in awe, bending down to trail her fingers through it.

“I’d say this is the perfect place,” Lucien said from behind her.

“You could swim in this, right?”

He crouched down beside her, and Elain kept her gaze fixed on the water. “Absolutely. And you could swim with me.”

“I couldn’t,” she laughed. “I don’t have any swimming clothes.”

“Why wear anything at all,” Lucien grinned at her, sitting down and extending his legs in front of him. When his feet hit the water, the scales reformed. She hated to admit she was more comfortable with him this way. Elain opened her mouth, ready to explain, but Lucien stopped her with a finger at her lips. “You know I would never do anything you don’t want,” he said, eyes searching hers.

Elain nodded fiercely. “Yes, of course I do.”

He smiled softly, “What if you swim with me? I’ll have my tail, and you can wear your swimming clothes if you must.”

Biting her lip, Elain nodded again. She stood, watching as Lucien slipped fully into the pool, tail moving just enough to keep his shoulders out of the water as he waited for her. She bit down harder, thoughts roiling. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny that, but she was just so unsure about what to do. She’d been taught how to be proper and ladylike. She had no guidebook for this. She didn’t want to do anything wrong.

All she knew was that she wanted him.

Taking a deep breath, Elain peeled her dress off, tossing it on the ground beside her. Lucien’s eyes were wide, tracking over her shift. Elain realized it was nearly sheer in the sunlight, and it would be even more so once it was wet. She found that she didn’t care.

With a grin, she leaped into the pool with a splash, sending Lucien laughing. His arms wrapped firmly around her, pulling her into him as he kept them afloat. “Can I kiss you,” he asked, voice as soft as flower petals on her skin.

Elain didn’t bother answering, tilting her head and pressing her lips to his. He groaned, falling into the kiss alongside her. His arms were a warm band around her waist, crushing her chest to his. The cold water had the tips of her breasts tightening, and Elain found that pleasure spiked through her when they rubbed against him. Biting back a moan, she did it again. In response, Lucien’s tongue invaded her mouth, a rogue wave overtaking her with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct, legs brushing over the velvet soft scales of his tail. She clamped down on him, something driving her forward. Faster, faster, her heart beat. The heat between her legs grew every time he swept through her mouth, every time he nipped her lip, every time he breathed her in.

She gasped, breaking away to suck in air, but Lucien was undeterred, pressing his lips to the line of her jaw. Her neck burned at his touch, his mouth blazing a trail to her collarbones, lower. She moaned his name when his lips enclosed the aching tip of one breast, the heat of his mouth scalding her through the thin fabric. The water roiled around them, his tail whipping through the water as he lifted her up.

Elain arched at the touch of teeth, a wild sound escaping her at the sharp bite, followed by Lucien’s soothing kiss. She panted heavily, fingers scrabbling at his shoulders. “Lucien,” she said hoarsely. “Please.”

Those lips found their way back to her neck, her ear. His teeth scraped over the lobe, making her shiver. “Tell me what you want, Elain,” he breathed. “Anything.”

“I want you to touch me,” she said. She ignored the voice inside her that clawed for more than that. The voice that wanted everything from him.

“I am touching you,” Lucien smiled against her skin, running a hand up the length of her back and into her hair. His fingers caught on the strands, tugging lightly, sending lightning singing through her veins.

The heat within her roiled, and she snarled, “More.”

Water lapped against her as they moved, until Lucien pressed her back against a smooth rock at the base of the waterfall. Droplets of icy water kissed her brow, in stark contrast to the warmth of Lucien’s skin. “I need to tell you something,” he said, moving away from her. He slicked a hand over his head, pushing damp ruby strands out of his eyes.

Elain felt feral, reaching for him again. “Tell me later,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his jawline.

“No, I—it’s important,” he stuttered out, even as her fingers abandoned their grip on his shoulders in favor of trailing down his chest. “I’m your mate. And I know you don’t know what that means, but let me explain.”

She leaned back, frowning. His eyes met hers, the russet one dark with lust. His metal eye clicked and whirred, narrowing in on her face. “Alright, tell me.”

“It means that I’m yours, destined,” he said, fingertips lifting to trace her cheeks. The touch sent butterflies loose in her stomach. “And you’re mine.”

“Like marriage?”

“Like forever,” he corrected softly. “It means I bind my life to yours, giving up immortality to stay by your side. Because we were made for each other at the dawn of the world.”

Elain’s heart warmed, warring with the fire at the apex of her thighs, a fire that wouldn’t abate. “Is that why I want you so much?”

Lucien’s nostrils flared, as if he could scent her arousal even through the water. “Maybe. It’s not why I love you, though.” He pressed a featherlight kiss to her forehead. “I love you despite the bond. But I know that the wanting is a part of it. Once we do this, we are bound to each other.”

Her eyes widened, catching up with the information. “You mean that if we sleep together, you lose your immortality?”

Lucien grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he said, laughing slightly. “For you, I’d do anything. I will gladly tie my life to yours so long as I can spend it with you.”

“You…want this?”

“Elain,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” He kissed her over and over, her heart pounding. “I want to sleep at your side so I can watch you wake with the sun,” he said, nipping her lower lip. “I want to braid your hair and hold your hand.” Elain gasped for breath when he licked into her mouth, utterly consuming her. “I want to tease you and hear your laughter each and every day until eternity takes me.”

“I want you, too,” she breathed. “I want all of you.” Elain looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Then tell me how you want me,” he growled, the words vibrating through her.

“I want you on the grass,” Elain said, grinning.

Lucien obeyed, giving her a boost out of the water before following. Together, they watched as his tail dried and transformed. Elain blushed but didn’t look away. This time, she reached out, fingers trembling. She traced a line down his heaving chest, using barely any force to push him onto his back. Lucien’s eye was dark, the pupil swallowing any hint of russet as he watched her move lower. Her finger found the seam of his thigh, moving farther south to tease at the dusting of hair on his thighs. Elain watched as the throbbing length of him twitched, begging for touch, and finally decided to oblige.

Elain wrapped her hand around his hardness, fingers just managing to touch. He was hotter than she expected, scalding her skin. She touched him carefully, afraid to mar his velvet softness.

Lucien’s hand wrapped around hers, surprising her. He tightened his fist, forcing her grip to follow suit. Under their joined grasp, his cock twitched again, jerking upwards towards his belly. She watched, a thrill going through her.

“Elain,” Lucien gritted out, pleading.

“Show me.”

So he did. His hand guided hers, leading her fist up and down his rigid length. They started slow, but gradually sped up until Lucien released her entirely. On her own, she squeezed him tighter, watching his torso tense up, hips bucking into her hand. When she grew curious enough, Elain bent down, licking up the bead of moisture that formed on his tip.

In a flash, she was on the ground, Lucien pinning her to the grass. “Sorry,” he choked out, releasing her and backing away.

She grabbed his cock with one hand and he froze, hovering over her. “I want your fingers. On me,” she commanded.

Elain waited. When he finally moved, she let him go, watching his proud length bob in the air. Lucien crawled over her, resting one elbow on the grass beside her head. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, eyes flicking between hers. His hand ghosted over her hip and down her thigh, fingers curling under the hem of her wet shift.

“Don’t stop,” Elain whispered.

The words set him loose, his hand tracing her inner thighs until he stopped at her undergarments. The fabric was stuck to her, both from the water and her own slick. Lucien traced a finger down her slit, and her hips lifted of their own accord, demanding more, more, more.

Lucien crushed his mouth to hers, lips parting as he slipped the fabric aside, fingers finding her apex with unerring accuracy. She gasped for air as he rubbed slow circles, fingers sliding in her wetness. A ball of molten heat settled in her lower stomach, flaring hotter as Lucien moved faster, pressing harder against her. “Let me hear you,” he said, words spilling into her ear, nearly inaudible over the sound of her pulse.

She moaned at the feeling of his fingers sliding into her, walls stretching to accommodate two of them at once. “Louder,” he murmured, finding a spot on her neck that made her shudder. His fingers kept sliding in, until finally he curled them upwards. Elain screamed, everything contracting at once, her whole body dissolving into the heat at her center.

“Lucien,” she said, a hoarse rasp. His fingers slid out, then back in, starting a pace that threatened to drive Elain wild. Slick sounds met her ears, making her blush.

He kissed her cheeks, grinning madly. “I love that you’re blushing even with my fingers so deep inside you,” he crooned, making her face flame hotter.

“I don’t want your fingers anymore,” Elain bit back, fighting a moan. When he pressed his thumb to her bundle of nerves, she lost the battle, a groan escaping her.

“Oh? What do you want, then,” Lucien teased, pulling his hand away. She whined softly, hips lifting in search of his touch.

“You,” she said, eyes darting down to his length, still hard. Elain couldn’t stop blushing, but she knew what she wanted.

Lucien chuckled, settling his hips between her thighs. His cock brushed against her, and she gasped at the same time as him. “You’ll have to take this off, then,” he said darkly, hands pushing at the shift still covering her, if only barely. The wet fabric had turned translucent, her pink nipples showing through the fabric plastered to her skin. It was already pushed to her waist, so Elain arched her back and lifted her arms, helping him take it off entirely. “I love the way your skin flushes,” Lucien murmured, pressing his lips to the blush across her chest. He moved down to her breast, circling the tip until she huffed an impatient breath.

“Lucien,” she demanded, hands spearing into his hair to direct him where she wanted.

Before she could even attempt to move him, Lucien sucked her nipple into his mouth, pulling hard. His teeth scraped the bud, making her wail. Elain’s eyes shut, stars bursting across her darkened vision, and she panted between her teeth when he rubbed his cock against her, too. This male was out to kill her.

In retribution, she bucked her hips, soaking him with her slickness. Lucien moaned around her, vibrating the sensitive tip of her breast. When he finally released her with a wet pop, Elain scrambled, fingers digging into his arms. “Now, now, now,” she begged, pleaded, demanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, brows furrowed.

Elain simply rocked her hips again, her heat threatening to pull him inside her whether he wanted to or not. “You won’t,” she asserted. “You won’t hurt me, Lucien. Please.”

Gritting his teeth, Lucien fisted his cock in one hand, guiding himself to her entrance. Elain held her breath, waiting until the tip squeezed inside. She inhaled, fingers finding purchase on Lucien’s shoulders. Her fingernails left half moon indents when he continued pushing in. The stretch left her gasping, but the pressure building within her core sent blinding pleasure arcing through her. He moved so slowly, allowing her heat to swallow him one inch at a time. Until his hips pressed against her own.

Elain threw her head back, arching into him. The movement sent his cock throbbing against her walls, and they both moaned. “Elain, wait,” Lucien gasped out.

“No more waiting,” she said, lifting her legs to squeeze him between her thighs. She rocked her hips, or tried to, because Lucien pressed his body down to hold her in place.

“Are you sure?”

Elain lifted her head, biting down on his lip, just enough to sting. “If you don’t start moving,” she threatened.

Lucien’s hips snapped into hers, the sudden movement making her choke on a gasp. “You were saying,” he teased, pulling out of her again.

In response, she clasped his face in her hands, bringing his lips down to hers. Lucien set a hard pace, his cock dragging over every inch of her with every thrust. His hand found her breast, pinching the tip between two fingers and twisting enough to set her moaning. She clenched involuntarily, making Lucien tremble. So she did it again, and again, and again.

Finally, Lucien leaned back, releasing her lips and breast so he could haul her legs over his shoulders. When he thrust again, he hit a new part of her, a part that made her shake uncontrollably. He aimed for it every time, and Elain writhed helplessly, fingers clawing at nothing but air. She thought her pleasure had already hit its peak, but Lucien proved her wrong once again. His fingers found the bundle of nerves at her apex, rubbing a hard and furious pattern while his thrusts turned wild. “Come for me, Elain,” he growled, that voice hitting parts of her previously left unexplored.

Elain shattered with a scream, fingers ripping into dirt and grass. And Lucien followed her, his groan piercing the silence of the clearing. Unbearable heat filled her in spurts, and his cock pulsed, twitching hard against her walls. She nearly came again from the sensation.

Lucien collapsed, half on top of her, pressing his lips to her neck. His kisses traveled across her face, and she smiled when he found her mouth at last.

“So, my darling Elain,” he said, the words rasping over her skin. She shivered pleasurably, even as she mourned his loss when he slipped out of her. “Should we build a house now?”

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

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“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

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In a Mirror Image (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

🌸 In a Mirror Image

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: blood, language, cheating (both physical but it's not like, in your face, and emotional)]

Part 1

The flowers that grow like weeds in your lungs bloom thicker and thicker every day. Your vision clouds with blue more often than not, and you can’t think about anything but the blossoms and blood that paint the bathroom with a hue you’re already much too used to. It’s a painful existence, and it’s getting worse. One of the most wretched parts? You’re deteriorating so fast that your vision no longer services you. You are blind, unrendered to see. You still choose to live in a delusion, and you are amongst the only who choose not to acknowledge it.

By now, everyone knows but only one other than you refuses to acknowledge it.

You hear Hoodie arguing with Jack more often than not. It seems the blond haired proxy is angry over what Jack has done to you and because he knows what Hanahaki does to those it takes root in.

“You’ll fucking kill her,” Hoodie seethes as he gets in Jack’s face for the fourth time this weekend. “Look at her-”

“I am!” Jack shot back, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. “Who are you to come in here and speculate on something that you’re not a part of?” He growls. Normally, Jack likes talking to Hoodie, but not when Hoodie’s on a mission to prove Jack a sinner.

“I wasn’t even aware you still had one,” Hoodie retorts through grit teeth. “I can’t believe you. Look at the flowers Ja-” and before he can continue tearing into Jack, he hears your bedroom door open.

While you still share the room with Jack, neither of you are in it at the same time. You’ve taken residence up on the living room couch with Kate and Jack more often than not stays with Leia. The room you share is usually empty, much like your heart.

“Hey there, buttercup,” Hoodie suddenly greets you as you tiredly walk into the kitchen where the two men had previously been in a standoff. “Did you sleep okay?” He asks, voice so much softer and gentler with you than what he had just been using.

You shake your head as you take a seat at the table. “I can’t sleep,” you say.

Hoodie’s brows furrow in sympathy before they knit in frustration when Jack sits next to you. He watches as Jack snakes his arm around you before he presses an empty kiss to the side of your head.

“No?” Jack says in a sickly saccharine tone. “I’ll see what I can do about that. Does that sound good to you?”

You nod slightly, the ghost of a smile on your lips. “That sounds good,” you murmur back.

“Anything for you,” he hums as he pulls you in closer to his side.

“You disgust me,” Hoodie hisses to Jack as he gets up and pushes in his chair roughly, making the table bounce. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Jack for a second as he leaves, roughly slamming the front door behind him.

“What was that about?” You ask, feigning innocence. You refuse to open your eyes to the situation you are in.

“He’s having a bad day,” Jack answers. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he hums as he presses another kiss to the side of your head.

The butterflies in your stomach are dead, but the flowers blood evermore.

“You’re still sleeping out here?” Kate hums as she takes a seat next to you on the couch. She looks exhausted and she’s covered in blood. Her mask is cracked too.

“I guess,” you yawn as you shift slightly from your not so comfortable position. “How has your day been?” You ask as you reach for a glass of water only to see it’s not there.

“Let me,” Kate says as she gets up once more. She knows you’re getting worse. After getting you a bottle of water from the fridge, she comes back to your side. “I’ve had a busy day. Met with an independent named Nyein. They remind me of a big cat,” she finally answers as she opens the water bottle for you.

You take it and begin to slowly sip from it - it stops the flowers from blooming ever so slightly. Your airway opens just a little bit. “Do they now?”

Kate nods as she flips mindlessly through the channels. “They said they’re falling in love with a human. Bad business,” Kate winces, her dark eyes watching you carefully. “I hope they don’t…”

“It’s bad business,” you suddenly say as you feel petals fill your mouth. You cough slightly and the small little forget-me-nots fall into your lap, thankfully free of blood this time. You take one of the flowers into your fingertips and observe it gently. “I hope they’re okay.”

Kate puts her hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing before finally settling on the early evening news. “You wanna burn these blue fuckers?” She asks as the flowers in your lap remain stagnant save for the buds that unfurl at an alarmingly fast pace.

You feel the corners of your lips curl into a smile. “Yes.”

Morbid, your flowers have been springing up everywhere. They’ve infested the temporary house. So, you and Kate went around the place, plucking every single one before starting a bonfire in the backyard.

Toby, who considers himself a bit of a pyromaniac, was immediately summoned by the fire the two of you had cast in the backyard. He’d been out on a grocery run, and honestly, he had wanted to get out of the house.

The dynamics of the house had become uncomfortable to him. What with Leia and Jack sneaking off together and you coughing up a full greenhouse, he has been stressed. Toby can’t stand Jack and Hoodie arguing all the time as it reminds him of the life he tried to escape, and Masky can offer so much but ever since he renounced his love for Jay by force… It’s been hard. Toby knows it’s been hard for everyone involved.

He crosses through the house, sneers at Leia’s room, and then exits through the back to the scent of fire. He sees Kate’s arm around you as the fire blazes slightly blue.

“W-What are you g-gals up to?” He asks, coming to your other side so you remain in the middle.

“Burning stuff,” Kate nonchalantly replies. “You care to chuck anything in?”

Toby glances at you as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. “If I d-d-did, I’d be u-under c-charge for killing a-a-another under the O-Operator’s care,” he muses. He’s referring to Jack, of course. He takes in the scent of burning plant matter and blood and frowns when he remembers it’s yours. His hand reaches yours and squeezes gently.

You squeeze back.

Your experiences with Leia are lukewarm at best, and cold at worst. She’s something, she really is something. There’s moments when no one is in the temp house with you except for her alongside you, and those moments are tense, sharp, like a knife and burn colder than the depths of the sea.

The most memorable conversation you’ve ever had was the one that triggered a domino effect that would lead to a black hole in your chest.

“You’re still up?” Leia’s honeyed voice questions softly as she takes a seat across from you on the back porch at the glass table.

You find it more stifling inside so you choose to spend your time out. The weather is warm, afterall. The sun shines and fluffy clouds the size of whales swim overhead. You have a glass of pink lemonade made from a pouch Hoodie and Kate had picked up earlier. You find that the tang is enough to keep the flowers down.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” You say in passing before you sip from the glass. You enjoy watching the rabbits in the backyard. They hop around without a care in the world.

She begins to thread her fingers through her long silver hair, braiding it. “I just think you should be resting,” she says. “You look so tired these days-”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Touched a nerve,” she sighs. “You know you’re getting worse, right?”

You shoot her a glare, but you know she’s right. You’ve actually been holding out surprisingly longer than most people with Hanahaki Disease. Most people succumb to it within a few weeks of coughing, but you’ve managed to hold out for damn near an entire year. That’s almost unheard of. You’ve been hacking up flowers, their stems, roots and blood ever since Leia came into your life.

Everyone tells you that you’re getting worse, but you should have been dead months ago.

“Stop it,” you growl.

“You’re killing yourself,” she continues. “You could just… Let it all go, y’know?” She hums as she continues to fishtail her silver strands. “Renounce your feelings for him and save yourself.”

You grip your glass and set it back down roughly on the table. “That is literally none of your concern,” you repeat, eyes narrowing at the blue eyed beauty across from you. “Acting like you care-”

“I do, though,” she cuts you off. “I know that the Slender Man has big plans for you, but with you wasting away like this… You’ll never live long enough to see them through.” She flashes you a look of concern, but you can tell it’s fake. It shines like pyrite.

“What, so you can take my place just like that?” You bite back. “You can’t even wait until I’m fucking dead?”

Leia giggles and you hate to admit that it sounds pretty. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Daddy always did say I got what I wanted.” Her eyes drift off and you’re able to see she’s no longer thinking about you, but someone who once loved her. She finishes the braid. “Happy six years to you and Jack. Give him all my regards, won’t you?” She stands up, eyes the rabbits feasting on the clover in the grass, before she plucks your half empty glass from in front of you.

“Leia-!”

“It’s not like you need it,” she chuckles.

“It’s a special day,” you said to Masky, a small smile on your face. “It’s our six year anniversary.” Your posture changes to attention as he closes the door softly behind him. He still smells like cigarettes, but it’s a pleasant scent you’ve found comfort in where others find it a nuisance.

Masky put a smile on his face but it didn't reach his eyes. “You need me to draw a portal or something for you?” He holds his arms open to you as you fall into them, part because you’re so weak and secondly because he knows you need the affection - even if he can’t feel it.

You feel light come to your eyes as you nod after leaving a note for Jack in your shared room on his nightstand.

‘Dear Jack, happy six years! I’d wait for you to get back, but I have a surprise for you at the field you gifted to me for our first anniversary. I await you with happiness. Love, R.’

Masky drew the portal in the living room, a mess of swirling cloud-like silvers and blacks before he laid eyes upon the place you once shared only with Jack. “It’s super pretty,” he says, dark eyes scanning over all the wildflowers. There’s weeds on the path, like no one has cared for it in a while. ‘How poetic,’ he thinks. ‘It’s an allegory for your decayed relationship with Jack.’

“No it’s not,” you giggle as you bring Masky down one of the weed and chicory covered paths to the gazebo. “But it’s special to me,” you hum as you take a seat.

Masky follows beside you. He doesn’t take a seat, mostly feeling it wrong to impose on a space that is Jack’s despite his respect for him falling so far from what it used to be, but takes in the scent of dying flowers all the same. It’s summer, and instead of the sun warming the soft petals, it’s burning them. When you cough up more flowers while waiting for the man who still holds your heart (and refuses to return it) you’re less than pleased to see that they blend in with the untamed mosaic.

“Are you still tired?” Masky asks softly as he lights up a cigarette. “You can rest, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You glance over to Masky before you rest your head in your hands, wondering where your lover is. You listen to the wind as it blows through the leaves. You listen to Masky’s hum, and eventually, you fall asleep.

You wake back up sometime during the night in your bed and not in a position you normally sleep in. It looks like whoever delivered you back here was extra careful with handling you. You only wake up because Jack has accidentally turned on the light.

“Shit, my bad,” he apologizes, quickly plunging the room back into darkness. “Did I wake you?” He knows he did.

“No,” you lie. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.” That was the most rest you’ve had in months. “Where have you been?” You ask quietly, still choosing to remain buried in the sheets.

Jack slides into bed next to you and gets comfortable. He smells like perfume you don’t wear. Through the faint light of the hallway that peeks under your door, you can see he’s got dark marks on his neck and jaw. “Leia wanted to show me her childhood home. Place isn’t run by Zalgo anymore, so we took a trip out there.”

“Did you now?” You hum as you feel tears prick your eyes.

Jack can see you in the dark. His vision at night far surpasses a human’s. He just chooses not to acknowledge it. Jack knows that his relationship with you is gone, and that you’ve been coughing up flowers for the past year. He knows, and it hurts him. Hurts him deeply that he’s the one causing you such pain, but at the same time, he’s a coward. He chooses not to let you go cleanly because his relationship with Leia is so finite.

He knows she only wants him because at the time he was unattainable. Now that she has him, it is only a matter of time until she does to him what he’s done to you. He understands that fully, but he refuses to leave the safety net that is you because he is selfish. His feelings for you aren’t nonexistent, but it’s that kind of fondness one has after the deed has been done, a love based on past memory and sentiment rather than what will and can be. It has reached his threshold, and you both are too caught up in security rather than what is healthy.

“I did,” he says as his mind rushes a mile a minute. “What did you do today?”

You wonder if you should answer that honestly or not. Would he even care? “I stayed here today, nothing special.” You feel the flowers unfurling in your lungs.

Jack hums once more, his back now facing you as he slowly succumbs to sleep.

You met Masky in the bathroom again, hacking your lungs and more of those fucking flowers up into the bathrub and the sink. Hell, you even got some in the toilet. Your body is growing weaker and weaker by the day. The fact you’ve held out for a year is astronomical, but you know you’ll be being taken from it eventually. No one survives Hanahaki when their lover’s feelings aren’t returned. It either gets returned, or you lose them all entirely.

He almost lost you. You broke the mirror when your body went limp as the vines and flowers crawled out from your lungs, through your esophagus and out of your mouth. If it was an art installation piece, Masky might’ve thought it beautiful, but the fact you went cold and limp and the flowers were blooming at a rapid pace - one he thought he couldn’t keep up with.

Masky, despite not being able to really feel anything, panicked as he took you into his arms. Did he genuinely care for you? No, but he cared to whatever extent the surgery left him with. He fretted because you are under his direct care. He cared so deeply because he too had seen many good proxies and independents lost to it. He cared because a part of him remembered what it was like to have daisies and rhododendrons fill his lungs. Normally, you only have one type of flower to clutter your lungs. Science says “just because.” An old wives’ tale says “love truly lost.” In his case? Jay’s death. Nothing was the same after that.

Masky took no hesitation in scooping you up into his arms and running out of the house to the forest to be closer to his boss’s energy. The Operator could fix this should he will it. He didn’t care that the lights in the house went on from his concerned proxies - the ones who had been sick over what befell you since you came into their care. He didn’t dare let you go as he trampled through the brush in the dead of night, using only the moon.

“Sir!” He calls out frantically. “Sir! I need your help!” He can hear your heart get slower and slower.

And just like that, the devoted father came to his child’s cry.

“My child,” he greets, instantly swooping down to look at your pained, flowery visage. “Did I not tell you to handle this?” He chides softly as he takes you into his arms. The sound of static only grows louder and louder.

“I thought she could,” he says, his tone clearly apologetic. “Please, just… Just fix this for me.” He watches the Operator closely as the tall man holds you in his arms.

While you are not exactly his child directly, you are also still under his care. Leia did not lie that the Operator sees good things for you. Without any other words, the tall man is gone, giving you to gods know who to perform a surgery that should be considered the only humane way out.

He returns to the house where Hoodie, Kate and Toby eagerly awaited him, clamoring around him and pecking like hens wondering where you are. He says that you’re in the hands of a god.

You floated in the ether, your body a galaxy. You watched as your chest was torn open - looked like by the hands of an independent that had talons to rival an eagle.

‘There’s so much,’ she says, her mouth turning into a frown as she worked on carefully removing the clusters of flowers. ‘How is she not dead?’

The Slender Man continues to observe, not offering the doctor any words.

The spirals and swirls inside of you continue to swirl before the flowers get torn out, one by one. The roots that cling to your lungs are stubborn, but with every single one removed, the lights of a different universe go out. Snuffed. Lost. The cavity in your chest grows wider until it births a black hole.

‘How much longer?’ The Slender Man asks, watching as the independent calls in another to help her rid your body of weeds.

She shakes her head as she continues to root them out. They bloom under her touch. ‘I have no idea - she must’ve felt so strongly-’

‘They just keep coming up, Sir,’ the other interjects, her four eyes scanning you rapidly.

The black hole begins to suck up the stars and nebulas that comprise your system. It feasts on you, making every part of what made you you, disappear in its depths. It grows larger as it consumes you. It grows heavier. It grows more powerful.

‘We’re almost there,’ the taloned independent says, her wings fluttering softly to emphasize her point. ‘I’ve never seen it this bad before.’

‘Fix this,’ the Slender Man seethes, his patience wearing thin. He knows your body will not be able to handle this much longer.

The black hole reaches its mass, and slowly, it begins to consume you. It overtakes you, bathes you, and leaves nothing left when it has taken all that it can. Your body is empty. You are a shell. Glimpses of blue, grey and reddish brown flash in your mind’s eye and through the eye of the black hole, but you cannot place the feelings you used to associate with them. You remember, but you do not feel.

The last of the flowers are pulled. The taloned independent is exhausted, and her partner is just as tired. ‘Good fucking lord,’ she breathes out, exhausted from the late night gardening session. ‘In all my years I have never seen that awful disease take hold of an individual that bad,’ she notes. Her bird-like eyes watch over your open chest to make sure they’ve fully cleared it out.

A single forget-me-not sprouts, and the Slender Man is the one who plucks it. Just like that, the flowers, their roots, all evidence you’d ever had life inside of you, is gone. Withered and wilted away.

The black hole takes all that you have to offer, and you are back to consciousness, no longer floating, no longer a home to the vibrancy of the universe.

What came after was a bit of a blur. The Slender Man had brought you back to the safe house you had called your home for the past year surprised to see that some of his favored children were still away, waiting for you as the light of the sun rose over the grass. It was a new dawn.

“How is she?” Hoodie asked, immediately springing up.

“Fixed,” was all the Slender Man said, his gaze shifting from you to your group’s leader. “Masky, I’m entrusting you to watch over her as you have been through something similar.”

“Of course,” the dark eyed man says as he takes you gingerly into his arms. “I wouldn’t trust her with anyone else.”

“One last thing,” the tall man in a suit hums. “I am taking Eyeless Jack from this house. Leia will stay with him.”

“It’s probably for the best. We trust your judgment,” Masky replies.

The Slender Man’s head gently cups Masky’s cheek before he leaves them with the sound of static that dissipates as fast as it appeared.

You spent the first few days after your surgery under bed rest. The Slender Man had healed you but he still worried for the state of your lungs. You needed the rest, and you were pleased to have it. Other than that, you felt… nothing. You were numb. Fleeting feelings of happiness or thankfulness, maybe something melancholic would slip through but ultimately, you were nowhere near your old self.

Jack was not allowed anywhere near you. That was one of the first instructions given to him when the Slender Man had popped into his head. While he did not have an opinion on Jack’s unfaithful behavior, he was more displeased with the fact he’d kickstarted the disease in you. The Slender Man thought that if he started it in Leia, then perhaps everything would turn out alright.

So, he sent the two out with a different group - which mostly meant Jeff, someone the Slender Man knew detested behavior that Jack had committed.

It was not easy for Jack to share the same space with Jeff after word had gotten out about you.

“You’re my best friend,” Jeff had sighed one late afternoon, refusing to even acknowledge Leia in the room. “But that? That was fucked up.”

Jack hummed and kept his gaze on Leia, who looked at him with nothing short of adoration. “Sure.”

Jeff sighed once more and stood up. “You don’t feel an inch bad, do you?”

“No.”

“You’re a shitty guy but you’re an even shittier liar.” Jeff broke the door with how hard he’d slammed it on his way out.

Jack really wasn’t the same, that much was apparent. He’d slowly been becoming more withdrawn and quicker to agitation. Of course, he’d take it out on whoever was around to deal with it. Leia included - it just came in a different form. One in which she’d never complained. But when things were rough between them, things were rough.

Jeff could hardly stand the two most days, so when he’d sneak out, it was with his dog to come pay a visit with you. And he hated how dull you had become.

“Masky used to be a lot more personable,” Jeff would say. “Life of the party when we could get him out of his pseudo-philosophical bullshit. Then he hurled flowers and we knew something was wrong.” Jeff’s hand rubs your back gently as a sign of friendship.

“And then?”

“Then he got that stupid surgery and now he’s just existing. No further purpose, just existing because some pale guy says so for his benefit.” Jeff huffed and looked up at the setting sun.

You found your gaze following his.

“What you’re doing right now,” he began. “It’s no way to live.”

“Would you have rather I’d succumbed to it?” You asked, not adding any inflection to whether you’re happy or sad, hurt or even offended.

“In all honesty?” Jeff tore his eyes from the pink and blue sky. “Yeah. This,” he gestured to you. “This isn’t you.”

Everything you’re supposed to feel feels dampened. Instead, you nodded. “Note taken.”

Jeff frowned.

The first time Jack was able to see you after your surgery was nearing halfway to what would have been seven months. It’d been a rough time without him seeing you, mostly because the guilt had been devouring every humanity he had left. Nothing could fill the void.

Like the first time you had met him, it was an accident when you crossed paths once again. You had been clearing out a house one fine winter’s evening, doing what had been asked of you before you got the faintest scent of something familiar and something you once recognized as comforting. You furrow your brows, weapon at your hip as you slowly and quietly come down the stairs.

Your lips are pressed into a thin line as you peer into the living room. Snow falls outside the window.

“Reader?” A male voice asks, turning around from the hallway. “Is that you?”

You tilt your head slightly as you register the mask you’re looking at. Eyeless Jack, mostly just known as ‘EJ’ or ‘Jack’. You’ve never really spent any time with him though outside of little jobs, so you have no idea who this is or why he sounds so happy to see you.

“Uh, hi, EJ?” You say as you walk at a leisurely pace down the stairs.

Jack freezes momentarily as he comes to greet you in the living room. He’d almost forgotten that when the flowers are removed, so too are the memories alongside feelings.”It’s… It’s good to see you,” he says as he looks down at you, wondering if he should touch you or not.

“I guess it’s nice to see you too,” you say. “What are you doing in this area?” You inquire. You vaguely remember the Slender Man not wanting you two to be in the same area.

“Just out and about,” he answers as he scratches at the back of his neck. “Leia wanted to uh, hunt down some of her sisters - I - it doesn’t matter,” he suddenly finishes, feeling much too awkward to even look at you. He knows you don’t remember, but he certainly does. Looking at you… He has a fresh slate.

“That’s nice,” you say in a tone that’s clearly disinterested. You walk towards the living room windows and look into what is now a cold winter’s night. You can see the snow still falling. If you want to make it back to Masky before he gets worried, you’ll need to head out almost immediately. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Jack slowly comes to your side and puts his attention on you, watching as the snow continues to fall. “Yeah, the prettiest,” he says softly, desperately trying in vain to hold back on scooping you into his arms. There’s something scratching at the back of his throat.

You nod once again and zip up your coat. “They’re expecting me,” you say, gearing up to brave the snow.

“Do you need any-”

“No,” you cut him off. You’re not sure why it comes out so harshly, but you figure it must be a remnant of a memory you no longer have access to. “I can manage on my own.” You brush past him and open the front door, eyes momentarily clamping shut at how cold it is before you step onto the porch. The sound of the crunching snow is satisfying.

“Stay safe out there,” Jack says softly, not moving from his place as he continues to gaze out the window at the falling snow.

You turn your head briefly over your shoulder, “and you as well.”

Jack hears the door close and you walk off into the night, back to a group he was barred from. That tickling in the back of his throat grows more and more prevalent until he clears his throat. Feels like there’s something on his tongue. He coughs a few more times before holding his hands in front of his mouth, displeased to see the small blue petals he knows will bloom to full flowers in a time frame that is too long to be considered fair.

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