#(( I'm so sorry this took a hot minute!! but. i offer you wife and a calm before the storm. ))

[gctchell]

unfortunate calculations. [ starter call ] // @arachnaemboss

Reason had a terrible tendency to lose itself in the wake of an Extermination; Always, sinners were whipped up into an absolute panic and sent scattering to all the nooks, crannies, and corners of Pride that they could squeeze themselves into, even if it came at the price of entering territory that was more of a native danger than one that was Heavensent. Because of this, there was untapped inventory scattered in the wilds of these locations, haunted by beasts of different magnitudes.

Of course, Clara and Odette were wise to that. They were their mother's daughters, after all - they would not fruitlessly risk themselves for something that they thought the numbers would not count favorably, they knew better, and they took time to calculate the risk factors and best methods for venturing into a particular dangerous spot of the wilds that had the most bang for their buck. It looked good, it looked damn good, so they put their heads together and formulated a plan -- even though it just so happened to underskirt the warning that Carmilla had given them time and again, spotted throughout the decades.

Do not be fools. Do not go into the wilds.

Perhaps it was Odette's bite of temptation, and Clara's ambition that drove the both of them to try. Their formulations had not failed either of them yet, and they were two of the sharpest minds in the city - especially when put together.

Sharp as they may be however, the chaotic nature of Hell does not abide by logic. Without the volcanic eruption in the far west, gurgled by Wrath just below, it would have gone by without a hitch. They never would have had to deal with the great beasts driven from their native habitat into this territory, who had masterful cloaking capabilities.

..

"Do you think it too soon to call a meeting, Zestial?" Carmilla inquired in a low tone that almost shared the volume of a murmur. She paced her office with arms laced tight behind her back, her gait stringent and her expression tight. Mortification had its time to settle in since the gathering, just shy of a week now. Her mind was an echo chamber, repeating just how poorly she had handled the situation due to that stupid girl. Losing her composure like that before others was truly a humbling experience, and it only worsened with the time that rolled by without properly hosting the full assembly. Ridiculous.

"I would think perhaps if I used Alastor's sudden return as the heart of the reason, it could be warranted feasibly." A cover in the guise of catching one of their ranks up to speed, while sneaking in the genuine purpose of the original meeting. But, what were Zestial's thoughts? That is what she sought, thoughts outside of her head that were more well-managed and put together at the moment.

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling The Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings.

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men

Chapter 19

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28 hours.

Those were Law’s least favorite shifts.  Where his bedroom was a temporary call room with a stiff twin-size mattress and a single flat pillow, and where his companion was his hospital pager and not the warmth of your body next to his.  Not like he got much sleep to begin with, not with his pager going off in the ungodly hours of the morning due to the sheer spontaneity of cardiac events.

After 28 long, grueling hours, the warmth of the summer sun finally graced the skin of his exhausted face as he stepped through the hospital’s entrance doors and walked through the parking lot to his car, placing his work bag in the passenger seat.  Normally, he’d head straight home to hold you in his arms and bury his face in the flesh of your belly where you were the most soft and warm, but today he had a different plan.  From the inside of his bag, he procured a small box, placing it securely in the empty cup holder below the center console before putting his car into gear and driving to his destination.

It didn’t take him too long to get across the city where he miraculously found street parking in front of his destination.  He placed the box safely inside the pocket of his slacks, reaching into his car’s ashtray to procure a few coins for the parking meter.  Stepping out of his car and onto the sidewalk, he gazed at the sign of the building in front of him.

SABAODY’S JEWELERS

A longtime, family owned business known for their exceptional craftsmanship of handmade jewelry, Law was very familiar with the owners.  After all, it was where he had your engagement ring made.  He palmed the box in his pocket as he took a deep breath and walked through the entrance.

A black-haired older woman sat behind the front counter, casually flipping through a newspaper as she moved an unlit cigarette around her lips.  Her sharp, analytical eyes darted upward at the sound of the bell on the door signaling Law’s entrance.  She smiled upon seeing the man, folding the newspaper and uncrossing her legs to stand from the stool she was perched on.

“Trafalgar Law, it’s been a minute!  How’ve you been?”  She excitedly leaned over the counter, her v-neck tank top revealing a bit more cleavage than Law was comfortable with, but he smiled fondly at her enthusiasm.

“I’ve been well, Shakky, thanks.  How’s Rayleigh?”  The man kept his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with the box.

“Oh you know, can’t get him to sit down.  Not even for a moment,” Shakky joked, removing the unlit cigarette from her lips and placing it on a small napkin behind the checkout register.  “How’s the wife?”

Law’s smile grew a bit wider at the mention of you.  “We could be better, that’s kind of what I came in here for.”

The older woman’s eyebrows quirked upward in confusion as she watched Law pull the small box from his pocket, opening it and placing it on the counter.  Inside was a tiny plastic bag filled about halfway with a dusty, gray powder.

“Are those…” she started.

“Ashes,” Law replied, finishing her sentence for her.  “We’ve… uhm… we’ve been having some fertility issues, to keep the story short.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” her voice was quiet and apologetic as she stared down at the tiny bag.  It seemed she picked up on what the ashes were from almost immediately, making Law relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain any further, not thrilled about reliving the sight of his dead baby in a bedpan.

“I was wondering if you would be able to make these into two pieces, I’m thinking of a ring and a necklace.  I don’t really know how jewelry works, but I figured you’d be able to come up with some ideas,” he offered, keeping his hand on the box as if to protect it.

Shakky’s eyes lit up at the prospect.  “Of course I could, I’ve done many cremation pieces before.  Do you mind if I take a look at them?”  She made a small motion towards the box, catching on to the way Law’s fingers remained positioned around the tiny bag to snatch it away for safekeeping.

He pushed it forward, wordlessly giving her permission.  Shakky’s long fingers gently picked up the bag from inside of the box.  It was astronomically tiny, the small amount of ashes barely being more than a teaspoon in size.  Her heart clenched at the sight.  She was always so fond of you and Law, owing the heart surgeon a great deal for assisting with treating her own husband’s atrial fibrillation.  To think that such a sweet couple have had to go through something so traumatic, it made her soul weep at the thought.

“I have a fantastic idea,” she piped up, looking at Law.  “Come with me to the back, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

Law followed her as she rounded the counter and trekked through her small storefront, past display tables full of handmade bracelets, earrings, and necklaces.  She pushed open a metal door in the far back of the shop, entering what Law presumed to be her workshop, or at least a small part of it.  He watched as she placed the box with the ashes down onto the countertop before she approached a small plastic storage container and procured a tiny fabric drawstring bag.  She emptied it into the palm of her hand, revealing a small, simple gold ring band with a flat, circular pendant in the middle.

“This was an experiment I was doing with plant ashes, so it’s not for sale, but I’d be able to do something like this.  I melted down glass, mixed the ashes into the glass, and cooled and shaped it to fit into the face of this ring, similar to a gemstone.  I’m able to change the color of the glass depending on what you might want,” she explained, moving the ring around under the light so Law could get a good look at the details.  “Considering how there’s… well… not many ashes, I think this might be the best choice.”

The tiny piece of jewelry was indeed quite beautiful, even if it was just an artistic test.  The way the ashes were embedded into the colorful glass gave it a quartz-like appearance that glittered under the fluorescent lights of Shakky’s work room.

“What kind of colors can you do?” he asked, officially intrigued.

“All kinds, but I typically do white and blue for glass pieces,” she offered.  “The blue is a light, sky blue color, similar to an aquamarine.”

Law nodded, contemplating.  “Are you able to do one that’s more plain?”

“I’m able to do whatever your little heart wants,” she teased.

The black-haired man grinned.  “Can you do blue glass for the ring and white for the necklace?  The necklace is for me,” he asked, tracing his collarbone with the pads of his fingers.

Shakky smiled from ear to ear, clutching her test ring in her palm as she excitedly nodded.  “Law, dear, I’d be honored to do this for you and your wife.  If you want to hang around, I can have them done in about two hours.”

“That quick?” he asked, exasperated.  “I don’t want you to have to drop your current work just for me.”

“Boy, did you see me doing work when you walked in?  If you call doing the daily crossword ‘work’ then I’m concerned about what you do on your breaks!”  She tossed a joking smile at the man as she slipped her test ring back into its fabric bag, placing it back into the storage container it came from.

“I’ll meet you by the front to pay–” Law began before Shakky cut him off.

“Nope, on the house.”

“Shakky, this is work,” he argued.

“It might be, but this is special for you and your wife.  Consider this part of a gift from me for all you’ve done for myself and my family,” she said, her words laced with tenderness.  “If you really want to repay me so badly, bring me a six pack later tonight before I close.”

Law smirked.  “You got yourself a deal.”

Shakky sealed their arrangement with a hearty, friendly smack to his shoulder, making him wince slightly.  She was far stronger than her outward appearance let on.  “See you in two hours, kid.”

Law exited her back room, making his way past her various display tables and shelves to the front of the store before exiting out the front.  He pulled his phone from his pocket, navigating to your contact and calling your cell phone.

It rang about three times before the receiver clicked and your voice spoke through the speaker.

[Hi, baby!  Are you on your way home?]

Law thought you must have had some form of supernatural ability, the way your voice was able to consistently brighten his day every time he heard you.  “I’m actually downtown, are you free right now?”

Small shuffling sounds could be heard in the background.  [Once I’m done cleaning out the cabinets I will be!  Do you wanna meet somewhere?]

The man chuckled.  “Why are you cleaning out the cabinets?”

[I was bored and didn’t want to be alone with my own thoughts.]  You had a point.

“Well stop cleaning, meet me at Cafe Brook.  I want to see you,” he chided through the phone, his voice giving away the smile on his face as he spoke to you.

[Aye aye, captain!  I’ll see you in a bit, I love you!]

“Love you, too, baby,” he replied before the call was cut off.  He shoved his phone into his pocket and began the short walk to the agreed upon location.

—

Law was waiting outside the restaurant for you and grinned as you approached, a sundress adorning your body and your bag slung over your shoulder as you walked with a slight skip in your step.  While your husband wasn’t much for PDA, that didn’t stop you from taking his hands in yours and pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Hi,” you said with a small giggle.

“Hi,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the small cafe.

It was late in the morning nearing the end of the brunch hour, so many of the tables were empty leaving you and Law with a wonderful table in the corner by the sunlit window.  You hung your bag on the back of your chair before you took your seat, adjusting your dress under your legs while Law immediately took a sip of the complimentary tap water on the table.

“This was such a nice surprise!” you said, jovially.  “Why were you downtown?”

Your husband shrugged, keeping his smile content, trying to hold in what he was scheming.  “Just had to run some errands, that’s all.”

You rested your head in the palm of your hand on the table, your eyes gazing at him knowingly.  “You’re not trying to surprise me, are you?”

“I would never.  You don’t need surprises,” he replied, tossing a mischievous smirk at you.

You laughed, poking your tongue out at him.  “Well, whatever you were doing, I’m always happy to get brunch with you.  Especially after such a long shift… how was it, by the way?”  Your own hand clutched your cup of water, your fingers releasing some of the condensation and causing droplets of water to flow down the outside of the glass.

Law groaned as a response to your question, making you smile sympathetically.  “28 hours of pain,” he griped.  “Everyone always waits until three in the morning to have urgent health issues.”

You reached your hand across the table to pat his forearm.  He responded by adjusting his arm so his hand could hold yours.  “Well, now you have two days off!”

A waiter came by and passed out some small paper menus, but the two of you almost immediately decided on what to order.  A plate of curly fries to split, a hearty breakfast sampler for Law after having eaten very little in the last 28 hours, and a toasted blueberry muffin for you.  A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you gazed around the interior of the restaurant.  The entire joint was trying to be old-school rock and roll themed, but it harshly clashed with the rustic wooden entryway and wall sidings.  The entire establishment was a strange cacophony of design choices, made even more humorous with the multiple posters and framed platinum records of the famed jazz musician Soul King Brook, who’s name was the inspiration for the establishment.  (No one actually knew if Brook had anything to do with the place, though.)

“Hey, remember how my friends came over last week and left that basket of stuff?” you asked, alerting Law’s worried attention from the frightening poster of the almost skeletonized pop star.

“Yeah, what about?” he asked, giving you his full regard.

“So I was actually texting Vivi again yesterday,” you stated.  “She gave me the names of a few counselors in the area who specialize with women’s health and pregnancy issues… and I think I’m going to try one of them out just to see what’s up.”

Law straightened his shoulders.  “That… sounds like a fantastic idea.”

“You think?” you asked, slightly nervous about his opinion.

“Of course, I think that’d be really good for you to help you adjust to everything that’s happened,” he clarified.

You smiled, feeling your chest flutter with his support.  “If my first appointment goes well, would you want to maybe come with me?” you asked.  “I mean… you know… you deserve support, too.”

Law felt his own chest clench at your words.  You were right, he was just as damaged as you were over the whole situation.  His mind flashed back to Shakky’s jewelry store, where the woman was most likely hunched over her work table shaping hot glass as they spoke.  He nodded slowly, albeit enthusiastically.  “I think that would help me a lot, if I went with you.”

“Even just to talk everything out with a professional,” you added, hoping to solidify his decision.

Your husband nodded once again.  “Exactly.”

The smile you gave to the man made his face flush with heat.  Your beaming grin, a sight he seemed to have missed more often since your second miscarriage, the smile that bore the heat of one thousand suns and yet filled his entire soul with the fuzzy comfort that only you could provide.  He fell in love with you more and more each time he saw that brilliant smile.

Your food came out from the kitchen and was passed toward you, Law’s mouth instantly beginning to salivate at the sight of the greasy bacon and eggs spread out on the porcelain, next to a generous helping of homefries and whole wheat toast.  He watched with a small smile as you took a delighted bite out of your blueberry muffin that was cut in half down the middle and slathered with a smear of butter on each side.

—

“Law, why are we at Sabaody’s?” you asked, your voice riddled with skepticism as your husband led you by your hand the few blocks it took to get from the restaurant to the jeweler’s.  Law had received a text during your meal that made him appear jumpy, and he remained that way until you had finished eating and paid the bill.

“No reason,” he replied, the weakest excuse known to man as he pushed open the door to the storefront, beckoning you inside.

Shakky rounded the corner out of her work room, smiling upon seeing you.  She held two boxes in her hands, but quickly placed them safely in a small brown paper bag which she promptly handed to Law.  

“Oh, dear, it’s so good to see you!” she called, making you smile as she dipped down for a friendly hug.

“You too, Shakky!  How’s your husband?” you asked, figuring the same question must have been asked by your own man.

“Constantly running at 100% capacity,” she responded with a sarcastic eye roll.  She turned her attention back to Law and tossed him a wink.  “All set!”

“Thank you so much, Shakky, I really appreciate it,” he answered, reaching over the checkout counter to shake her hand.  

You watched their interaction with profound confusion.  “What are you two scheming without me?”

“Nothing,” the older woman responded, a coy grin on her face as she waved the two of you out of the storefront.  

Law kept the bag clenched in his hand as he walked, his opposite hand holding you as he led you back to his car.

“Law, I parked down the road,” you indicated, but he quickly opened his passenger side door and ushered you inside.

“I know, but this is important,” he uttered.  His words sounded rushed, almost panicky, making worry begin to sprout in your mind.  What in the world had he done?

You watched as he rounded the front of his car and plopped himself into his driver's seat, closing and locking the doors around you with the switch below the handle.  He nervously fumbled with the bag, pulling out the two boxes that had been handed to him by the older woman.

“So… I… uhm…” he was frantically tripping over his words, a far cry from the man you had met for brunch almost three hours prior.  “I might have gone behind your back and done something.”

You stared at him with concern.  “... Okay…?”

Law’s hands were slightly trembling as he opened the smaller box, revealing a brilliant silver banded ring with a small blue glass pendant in the middle.  It glittered in the sunlight, the tiny but stunning faux gem casting blue hues reflected from the sun on the top lid of the box.  He passed it over to you, watching as you gently took it in your hands and gazed with wide eyes at the subtle piece of jewelry.

“Law…?”  You looked over at him as he opened the second box, revealing a similar small pendant necklace on a thick, sturdy silver chain.  The stone on the necklace was a simple white stone that looked similar to an opal.

“At the hospital, after you fell asleep and before we went home that night, I tracked down the nurse that took our baby and asked her to bring me to the mortuary to have someone cremate him,” he explained.  “His ashes are in the jewelry.”

Your eyes were wide as you took in his words, gazing back at the bright blue glass pendant on the ring.  Your voice was trembling as you struggled for words.  “You… it…”

Law reached his shaking hands over to you, pulling the ring out of the box and taking your right hand in his.  He slipped the ring over your right-hand ring finger, feeling inwardly satisfied as it fit perfectly on your digit.  He laced his hand with yours, your eyes never tearing away from the pendant on the ring.

“I got the ring for you, and the necklace for me,” he whispered, leaning closer to you over the center console.

Your eyes darted upward to meet his own, tears brimming in the corners as you bit your wobbling lip.  With a blubbery laugh, you gave him a small, playful shove on his shoulder.  “You need to stop making me cry!”

Law chuckled himself, pulling you in for an uncomfortable hug over the center compartment in his car.  You eagerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your head into the junction of his neck.  He could feel your smile on his skin as you sniffled into his shirt.

“Law…” you mumbled, pulling away from him to gaze at the ring.  “I can’t… I can’t believe it…”

Your husband was smiling, a content grin that held the same amount of sadness that you still felt in your heart after losing your unborn 12-week-old.  His attention was torn from your soft face as you reached over for the other box in his lap, pulling out the necklace and unlatching the clasp.  Your hands trailed around his neck to link the chain around him, watching with fondness as the white pendant sat perfectly in between his collarbones.

“Looks good on you…” you sighed, your hands tracing the tan skin around the pendant, the feeling making goosebumps rise on Law’s skin.  “Our baby…”

“Now he’ll still be with us wherever we go,” he whispered.

You wiped away your tears with the collar of your dress.  “When did you get so sappy?” you asked, jokingly.

Law grinned.  “Well, admittedly, one of my nurses gave me the idea.  She told me her sister lost a pregnancy, and they had the remains cremated and made into little rocks that they spread through their favorite hiking trail.”

“That’s so beautiful,” you cooed, your tears slowing down.  The new ring on your finger brought you a strange sense of comfort you had yet to feel, something almost akin to closure.  It was a small patch in the cracks that made up your broken heart, cracks that your husband was slowly learning to rebuild, and that you were doing to his own.

“God,” you sighed, leaning back in your seat.  “What did I do to deserve you?”

Law’s hand brushed over your cheek.  “I should be asking the same thing.”

You stared blankly out the front windshield before asking, “Can we just have Shachi or Penguin pick up my car?  I don’t want to leave you.”

Your sudden question made Law snort out a laugh as he pulled out his phone.  “I’d be more than happy to ask, my love.”

[annisassintchaska]

Admiring From Afar: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader

The day had been hectic as mechanics, engineers and aerodynamicists moved around calculating, making changes and enhancements to the Formula 1 cars for the drivers to get the best results during the race. Eventually the guys went off after the greenlight, overtaking and defending; fighting to earn their spot on the podium. The race ended as usual with Max in 1st place which annoyed a lot of people due to them wanting to see someone else in the number one spot at least once and the fact that they were tired of hearing the Dutch Anthem.

Lewis was offered a drink to cool down after his race as he headed to the post race interviews. He went through four different journalists until he was at his second to last, when he spotted HER. At the moment, no one knew anything about Lewis' dating life as he keeps it tightly under wraps, yet at this very moment he didn't care if anyone caught him. Lewis absentmindedly listened to the journalist's question as he stared across the paddock at his wife who was busy interviewing was George as she herself is a journalist. He paid no attention to the journalist who was standing confused and waiting for a response, as he "discretely" admired her pretty hair that was styled into butterfly locs with accessories he helped her to choose, her beautiful yellow sundress that somehow was hugging onto and accentuating her figure-thankfully not showing her growing three months pregnant baby bump that much, down to her cute toes that he had worked hard the day before to paint white.

Things got very concerning as George looked across to realise that his teammate was doing something he wasn't supposed to and so he yelled. "Hey man Lewis, stop staring at me!" that pulled him out of his trance as his wife turned around to smile at him, making his heart race. "I'm sorry, I just noticed how messed up your hair is" was Lewis' excuse that of course everyone bought and laughed it off, thinking of how funny it was for a seven-time world champion to zone out just because his teammate's hair was messy. On the other hand, George kept cracking up for the rest of the day every time he saw Lewis, as he was the only one besides Y/n who knew what was really happening.

The day had finally come to an end and Lewis couldn't be more impatient to get home. The drive that was usually 10 minutes was decreased to 4 minutes as he took the highway, speeding through the almost empty roads. Parking and locking up the car in the garage, he hurried inside, stopping in his tracks as he finds her in the kitchen; cooking him a hot meal. "You don't have to stand so far anymore, we're home now" Y/n joked making him smile as he moved forward to hug her from behind. "I missed you both. It was killing me not being able to hug you today." Lewis mumbled into Y/n neck while rubbing her bump, as she reached back to run his braids that he had pulled from the hair tie. The married couple proceeded to enjoy the rest of their evening with dinner, movies and finally went to sleep enjoying the quiet side of their lives.

[artofhazbinhotel]

heyyy you can do a guitarspear short in the garden of eden (where maybe, if you want, Lute will be a curious angel about the new creation/Adam lol)

Here we go! Hopefully it was worth the wait, I had a lot of fun writing this :)

Alone sat a man, alone for the second time, while his wife had been condemned for her sins he wasn't, she was banished and he wasn't. He wouldn't be alone if his kids were awake but the late night silence was better than their cries about where their mother went. He blamed Lucifer for what happened to Eve, not her, she was just listening to a man and that's what she had been taught, if only Lilith learned that, maybe she wouldn't have chosen Lucifer over him, she was too difficult for him. He likes to think he's the one who wanted that to end, not her. The lake he sat by in the grass reflected the moon and he cupped some of the water to his mouth to drink, drinking away your sorrows hadn't been invented yet but he'd try.

He was interrupted by the sight of an angel slowly flying down to him, he wanted to be annoyed but she was kind of hot in his opinion. Long light silver hair, golden eyes with thick lashes, a flowy dress of black and white patterns and matching black and white wings large enough to support her. She landed in front of him and took a seat next to him in the grass, quiet for a minute, like she was thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry about what happened to Eve" she finally said. He sighed, "Geez does all of heaven know? I must look like some fucking loser." She tilted her head "What does fucking mean?"

Adam snickered running a hand through his hair "Oh right, I made it up, it's like something you add before a word to make it sound cooler, what do you think?" He looked at her for approval, he'd always assumed angels would be bigger until he saw Lucifer and now her, she's tiny. The angel thought about it before offering an awkward snicker in return "I like it, maybe I'll use it" He offered a high-five with an enthusiastic: "Hell yeah!" But she wasn't sure what to do so he took her hand and make it tap his for her then let go, it fell back at her side. "So what's your name?"

"I don't have a name" Adam's eyes widened in offense for her "That's lame, what about I give you one?" She smiled and nodded. Adam took her in again, what words come to mind? The animal names were made up, she should get something that doesn't exist yet. "Lulu.. no that's dumb. Light. Already exist." He tapped his head before snapping his fingers, "Lute!" Her eyes lit up, to have the person she's been watching from afar give her this gift was a warm feeling. "I like it"

"Well, it's nice to meet you Lute" "Nice to meet you too, Adam, I always wanted to but it didn't feel like the right time." He tilts his head, "What do you mean?" Lute sighed "As an angel the only way I can access this world is if a soul needs me, I jumped at the chance" "I guess that makes sense, but does that mean you can't visit unless I'm sad?"

Lute paused before answering, "I can sneak out" The human was kind of impressed, "Risky, I like it" Before their chat can continue a small pair of hands tapped Adam's shoulder lightly but several times. He looked down to see Abel, not very old yet. "Hey buddy, what you doing up?" Abel sat beside his father and pointed to Lute "Who's the pretty lady daddy? Is she our new mommy?" Lute blushed embarrassed and shook her head "No no, I'm just an angel-"

Abel stumbled over and snuggled up to her wing "You're like a birdy" Adam picked up his son "Hey you can't go getting all handsy with the ladies unless they're into it" Abel nodded and Lute stood. "I'm sorry to cut this short but I really should be heading back, I have a lot of responsibility up there" Adam looked at Abel and joked "See? Look what you did" Abel just immediately started crying"Wait fuck- I was joking!" He bounced him panicking, Eve was so much better at this parenting thing than he was.

Lute didn't judge, she'd have no idea what to do with a tiny human either. She waved goodbye and so did Adam. Her wings spread and she went back up, he was looking forward to seeing her again, it was the first time he'd felt happy in a while. Okay back to the crying baby, he just kept shaking up and down like a protein drink "Hush little baby don't say a word-" awkward singing ensues.

The two continued their meetings until eventually Adam's death came, Lute watched from behind the gates to welcome him as he was let him in. She took in his new appearance, golden wings and a considerable height boost. "I can show you around" She suggested but he was just excited to see her and lifted her with ease, crushing her against his chest. "Lute! This is great, now we can hang out all we want!" The other angel blushed being so close and tried to shove away, wings flapping rapidly. "Yeah- great- you can put me down now."

Adam nods and sits her down "Oops sorry" He laughed as she fixed her hair. Their conversation was interrupted again by something mirroring their first, it was Abel. "You look so majestic father! I missed you" Adam ran over and ruffled his brown hair, it matched his own. "Not too bad yourself, look at those wings!" Lute watched them with a small smile, it was sweet to see the reunion Abel always talked about, she never filled the mother role in his life, but she did let him ask about his father, she'd never complain to talk about him.

[hoonieswhore]

XVI. Death of a Bachelor

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Written chapter under the cut! Word count : 3,6k

Sadie's IMPORTANT note: The next chapters are FLASHBACKS, I'm explaining how ynhoon actually met and their backstory.

Warnings: Mentions of vertigo (Hoon is afraid of heights), mentions of alcohol, fluff? Pet names.

Taglist: @donghoonie-3 @venusssmoon @moonlighthoon @hooniessslvrss @silkenthusiasts (if you want to be added, send an ask<3)

*A year and a half ago*

You were definitely not expecting to spend your Saturday night at a random person's party but the payment was so good that you didn't even blink before you took the job. You were now running through the mall, trying to find an appropriate dress for tonight. The middle aged man that offered you the job mentioned that it was an elegant party and from the amount of money that he was paying you, you could tell that it was a fancy one. After getting into three different shops, you took a small break and sat on a bench as you started to check your social media. You took a deep breath, blocking your phone before you got up to keep walking around until you found a nice and elegant white dress, perfect for the night.

You got out of the cab, dressed with your new white dress since it was pretty hot. You gulped as soon as you saw the place, recognizing the big building as one of the most expensive hotels in town. “Holy fuck” you thought, making your way to the entrance.

You walked towards the reception, a sweet smile appearing on your face as you asked the receptionist about the party. “Oh yeah, just take the elevator and go to the last floor, the party is at the penthouse.” He replied with a smile before you wished him a good night, making your way towards the elevator. You followed the receptionist's instructions and in less than three minutes you were already inside the big penthouse.

The big apartment was full of people that seemed like they were in a good social position. You waited in a short line as the security guard next to the elevator looked for the people on the list. “Can I get your name, miss?” the man talked to you. “Hi, I'm YN Lee, I'm supposed to sing tonight,” the man nods, giving you a warm smile. “Oh, miss YN, can you wait here for a minute?” you nodded, feeling slightly nervous as you waited next to the guard. After five minutes, you noticed a middle aged man walking towards you with a bright smile.

“You must be YN, nice to meet you, we talked yesterday, I'm Mr Park,” the man slightly bowed. “I'm so sorry for calling so late, I was desperate, thank you so much for coming.” The man's voice was kind and warm.

“Don't worry, sir!” You gave him a warm smile, “I'm the one who should thank you for giving me the job, may I ask what kind of party is this?” you asked curiously as you took another glance at the people at the party.

“You'll see, my son won a gold medal in his figure skating competition,” Mr Park started to walk towards the middle of the hall, where people were gathering in small groups, talking and drinking as they enjoyed the party. “We're celebrating his victory.” You nodded with a smile as you started to get a little nervous, you were at a famous person's party and you didn't even know him.

“You must be proud of your son, sir.” You said with a kind smile. “I would be even more proud if he wasn't late.” He mumbled under his breath before smiling at you again, “Listen, you'll start singing in two hours, the band already has the playlist with the songs that you added.”

As Mr Park was talking, a woman quickly approached to whisper something in his ear, making the man seem a bit uncomfortable. “That kid…” he whispered as the woman introduced herself as his wife.

“Dear, you can go to the bar and drink whatever you want, hope you enjoy the party!” the woman mumbled sweetly as she grabbed your hand, taking a few steps with you as she showed you the way to the bar. “We're so glad that you took the job, I heard a few covers and your voice is amazing, darling.”

“Thank you so much for the job, madam,” you replied, bowing before you both said goodbye. You continued walking to the bar and leaned on the counter, asking the barman for a whiskey as you saw Mr Park almost screaming on his phone. The sweet man that talked to you on the phone looked angry and you were now slightly nervous about singing in front of a bunch of rich people.

As soon as the barman left the glass on the counter, you took a long sip, almost finishing the beverage. You definitely needed a bit of liquid courage.

After an hour, you were on your fourth glass of whiskey when a young man approached the bar counter and ordered a beer. The tall boy looked at you out of the corner of his eye before biting his lip briefly. “Excuse me, have we met?” he asked, leaning towards you as he gave you his best smile.

You looked up at him, sheepishly smiling back. “I don't think so,” you finished your glass and asked the bartender for another one, thank god you had a high tolerance to alcohol.

The boy thanked the man behind the bar for his drink before turning to you, seeing the glass getting filled again. “Are you only drinking that? Slow down, you don't want to get drunk, do you?” The boy teasingly asked before taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, it'd be good if I didn't have such a high tolerance…” you mumbled and took a small sip. “I'm so nervous that it'd be better if I was drunk…” The boy laughed at your response, shaking his head. You never heard such a cute laugh as his. You took a better look at the young man next to you, his hair was black and fluffy, he had the most beautiful face you've ever seen and you could see his pretty smile with cute fangs showing up.

“What's the problem, sweetheart?” he smirked at you. “I don't want to be mean but we just met, I'm not telling you my problems…” you shook your head, “and you're at a party, you should be having fun.”

The boy leaned closer to you as he chuckled, “trust me, sweetheart, I'll have more fun with you than talking to anyone else in this place.” He mumbled, looking at the group of people behind you before looking back at you with a small grin.

“Alright, here's the deal,” you quickly started, watching the boy's smile getting bigger. “It's the first time I sing in front of a crowd like this, I've never been to some random figure skater's party with fancy people.” you mumbled as fast as you could, leaving the boy slightly puzzled before he laughed.

“Please sweetheart, you're gonna do great,” the handsome stranger took his hand to your arm as he caressed it with his thumb, making you feel a small lightning bolt going through your body. “You got the job for a reason, it doesn't matter if you're at some random figure skater's party full of idiots, you've got this.”

You smiled softly at the boy in front of you, feeling touched by his kind words even though you just met. “Thanks umm… What's your name?” you asked him but before he could reply, you saw Mr Park coming straight to him.

“There you are, Miss Kim said that you left her in the middle of a conversation.” The boy sighed, taking his hand away from your arm as he turned around at Mr Park. “I didn't raise you like this.” Did Mr Park just say raise? Was the boy in front of you Mr Park's son, the famous figure skater? Did his son let you call him a random figure skater and laughed at it?

“Miss Kim was asking me a lot of questions that I don't want to answer, that's none of her business, dad,” the boy rolled his eyes before he took another sip of his beer. You finished your whiskey as you took your phone out of your purse, noticing that you had only five minutes before the show.

When Mr Park was about to keep scolding his son, you quickly called him, “Mr Park, it's almost time for my show, where's the band?” The man looked at you slightly puzzled before he checked his watch.

“Oh, you're right! I'm so sorry miss Lee, come with me, the band is over there, let's go.” He led the way to a little stage right in the middle of the big room but not without telling his son that they'd talk later and leaving the boy at the bar.

You introduced yourself to the band, everyone was nice and they made you feel a little less nervous since they were chill or maybe it was the alcohol starting to kick in.

After a few minutes, Mr Park grabbed the microphone, asking for everyone's attention as he introduced you and the band. “Hope everyone is enjoying the party!” you said when Mr Park passed you the mic and started to sing one of the songs that he chose.

After a few songs, you noticed how the young man from before was staring at you, holding a glass of whiskey. The boy looked mesmerized, he was completely captivated by your voice as you sang the chorus of "Death of a Bachelor" by Panic! At The Disco, a song that you added to his father's list.

You felt his intense gaze on you, he was slightly making you nervous, the kind of nervousness that you feel when your high school crush asks you for a pencil or the kind of nervousness that you feel when your crush finally asks you out. You shut your eyes as you hit a high note, making the boy smile as his eyes got brighter, he couldn't believe his ears.

The figure skater felt like he was getting hypnotized by a siren, a very pretty siren. As soon as you finished the song, he started clapping just like the rest of the people in the room.

An hour passed as you sang and entertained everyone at the party, you were no longer nervous except for that feeling in your stomach every time you looked at Mr Park's son. He smiled brightly and cheered every time you finished a song, clapping louder than anyone else.

After the show ended, you were busy talking to the band and thanking them for their compliments about your voice as you returned the compliments when you heard a familiar voice. “Guys, you did so great! Congratulations!” the black haired boy said as he walked straight to you, “especially you, sweetheart.” He winked at you, making you smile and blush like a teenager.

“Thanks umm, what's your name by the way? I never got the chance to ask you,” you said, walking away from the band as you shook your hand saying goodbye.

“Oh, sorry, I get a bit dumb in front of beautiful girls like you,” he joked with a bright smile and this time you noticed a dimple on his cheek, “I'm Sunghoon Park.”

“Well, congratulations Sunghoon!” The boy looked at you slightly confused as he kept smiling, “You won a gold medal.” He let out a chuckle as he nodded.

“Thanks sweetheart, but I should be the one saying that, you were amazing.” He said, starting to walk back to the bar, “Wanna get a drink? It's on me.” You laughed, shaking your head as you followed him.

“I thought it was free,” you teased him as you kept walking next to him. “Well, my dad is paying for it so it's like it's on me, you know,” the boy explained, turning his head to wink at you.

“Alright, it's on you,” you laughed and bit your lip trying not to look at his gorgeous face. “Is someone shy?” He teased as you both reached the bar. Sunghoon called the bartender, “I'll have a beer and for the lady,” he looked at you, letting you finish his sentence, “I'll have a beer too.” You smiled at the barman as he placed the beers on the counter.

“Want to go out? It's kinda loud in here,” Sunghoon suggested, earning a nod from you as you followed him outside. The terrace was beautiful, you could see the whole city from there and the beautiful night sky, full of stars.

“Aw, the moon looks gorgeous,” you mentioned, looking up at the full moon with a smile. Even though he just met you a few hours ago, Sunghoon felt his heart racing as he smiled at how cute you looked.

“Not as gorgeous as you, YN,” he mumbled while leaning on the rail of the balcony, he accidentally took a quick glance to the street, “shit, this is a tall building,” he whispered, turning around and trying to ignore the height.

“Are you okay?” you looked at him, worried at his pale face. “Yeah, sure, it's just… I'm not good with heights,” he took a deep breath and tried to laugh before sipping on his beer.

“Don't worry Hoon, I've got you,” you cooed, grabbing his hand and caressing it with your thumb, trying to comfort him. Sunghoon felt like his heart was going to burst, not just because you looked even prettier under the moonlight but also because he couldn't believe that you didn't make fun of his fear of heights.

“Also, I'm so sorry for calling you a random figure skater,” you apologized, earning a chuckle from him, “I'm serious, I didn't know it was you!”

“It's fine, sweetheart,” he reassured you, starting to play with your fingers, “it's better this way, you know, it's hard to find someone who doesn't talk to me only for that reason.” He said before taking another sip of his beer.

“So that's why you didn't tell me?” you asked, feeling the blood running to your cheeks as you felt his touch.

“Exactly,” the boy looked at you again, “are you okay? Your face is a little red,” he asked, a light smirk appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I just- It's a bit too hot out here,” Sunghoon chuckled, moving closer to you as he intertwined your fingers with his.

“Is it?” He raised his eyebrow, leaning his face closer to you, “or am I making you nervous?” Sunghoon's face was so close that you could smell his cologne, his lips were right in front of you and you would be lying if you said that you didn't want to kiss him.

“Why would I be nervous?” you asked him teasingly, “I'm not scared of pretty boys, you know.” The boy grinned.

“So you think I'm pretty?” He teased back and licked his lips, staring at yours. “That's great to know, love… Cause I think you're gorgeous.” You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks getting red as you took a sip of your beer.

After a few hours filled with laughs and compliments, you both noticed that some people were leaving. “Shit, what time is it?” you pulled your hand away from his, reaching your phone and checking the time. “Oh, do people usually start leaving at two am?”

Sunghoon nodded, “Usually the older ones, the rest stay a little more,” the figure skater let out a sigh. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked, earning a light smirk from you.

“You want to leave your own party? That's not really nice of you, Hoonie,” you teased him, earning a laugh from him. “But I'm getting hungry,” he gave you a fake pout, Cute you thought.

“Then let's go inside and try to get some food,” you grabbed his wrist as you tried to pull him in, making him shake his head and laugh as he followed you. “Oh, I love this song, let's dance,” he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the middle of the room, where some people were dancing.

Sunghoon put his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he started dancing to the melody of an old song. Your hand found a comfortable place on his shoulder as you followed his steps.

“I thought you were hungry,” you raised your eyebrow, watching him shrugging. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to come here and dance with you…” the boy winked at you, pulling you closer to his body and smiling down at you.

“You could just ask, Sunghoon,” you giggled, noticing that you caught everyone's attention, “huh, why is everyone looking at us?” You suddenly felt shy, unlike your dance partner, who seemed to be enjoying the situation.

“I don't know, maybe they've never seen a pretty girl like you,” he smiled at you, rubbing small circles on your waist with his thumb.

“Please, it's full of pretty girls here,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling at him. “But I never danced with any of them,” he replied, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Really?” you exclaimed, clearly surprised at his sudden confession. “Yeah, you're the first, that's why they keep looking at us… or maybe we just look good together.” Sunghoon gave you a wink.

You kept dancing with Sunghoon until the party ended and you said goodbye to his parents. “Did you come in your car?” Sunghoon asked as you both walked through the reception.

“No, I don't drive,” you chuckled, “I'll take a cab,” you smiled at him, walking towards the main door of the hotel before Sunghoon grabbed your hand, making you stop.

“Can I take you home?” he offered, making you shake your head quickly as you didn't want to bother him. “YN, please, I want to make sure that you get home safe.”

Just when you were about to refuse again, Sunghoon looked at you with pleading eyes. “Alright, if you want it that bad, sweetheart~” you chuckled as you followed him to his car.

As the gentleman that he is, Sunghoon opened the door for you and closed it behind you before he got into the driver's seat. He started the car as you put your address on his phone.

“Hey, that's pretty close to my apartment,” he mentioned as he started driving, “I've never seen you though.”

“Well, I'm kinda new to the neighborhood, I moved a few months ago,” you explained as you looked through the car window.

Sunghoon nodded, “well, I guess we'll see eachother more from now on,” you looked at him as he stopped at a red light and looked back at you, “I had a great time with you tonight so I was wondering… would you like to go on a date with me?”

For the first time in the night, you saw his Adam's apple going up and down as he gulped and the way that he was gripping the steering wheel, Sunghoon was definitely nervous. “I'd love to,” you replied with a smile.

The figure skater smiled, “Can you give me your number? You can save it on my phone.” His voice was a little higher, showing his excitement. He kept driving as soon as the light changed.

“Sure, where are we going though?” you asked as you grabbed his phone and saved your contact. The boy just smirked as he looked at you quickly, “I don't know yet but I'll text you the details later.”

“Mm alright, it better be good!” you joked. The truth is that you were already looking forward to it, especially after such a wonderful time with him. Sunghoon made you feel comfortable but he still had a mysterious spark that made you want to know more about him.

“It'll be the best date of your life, sweetheart,” he winked before you both laughed. Thirty minutes later, Sunghoon was pulling over at your building. As the boy said, it would take him only five minutes to get home since you lived close to his house.

“I had a lovely night, it was really fun, thanks Hoon,” you smiled at him and he returned the smile, letting you see his dimple.

“I should be the one thanking you for tonight, that was the best celebration party ever,” he said, chuckling, “thank you for coming, YN.”

“Well, you should thank your dad for calling me,” you laughed as he nodded. “Yeah, first time he makes a good choice,” he jokes before smiling softly at you, “we should probably go to sleep now, it's already dawn.”

“Oh, you need to get home before dawn? Are you a vampire or something?” you teased him, making him laugh at your nonsense.

“Yes, my skin will start shining if I get exposed to the sunlight, you don't want to see that,” he followed the joke, making you laugh louder. “You need to sleep, princess.” The new pet name made you feel butterflies as you felt your cheeks getting hot.

“New pet name, huh?” you smiled as he just nodded, still smiling showing his fangs. “Good night then~ See you later, pretty boy,” you leaned closer to him and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, seeing a light blush on the boy's cheek and hearing a weak "bye" as you got out of the car. You opened the door of your building and waved at him before you shut it behind you.

Sunghoon was still smiling, a little dumbfounded since he definitely didn't see the kiss coming, even though he wished that you kissed his lips instead of his cheek. The boy shook his head and bit down on his lip as he started the car again, ready to go home after one of the best parties of his life.

[trashbag-baby666]

The Year Babe Made The Dead Turkey, Fly-Baberoe/OC

It’s a holiday special 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 a Joe Toye Day special!!!

Summary: Babe, Gene, and Graham get stuck hosting Thanksgiving last minute.

WC: 1,160

C/W: None

BofB Masterlist!

Well the Thanksgiving plans got changed last minute and now Babe, Gene, and Graham found them in the mess.

The mess of shopping for Thanksgiving dinner the day before Thanksgiving.

"Shit," Babe said a bit louder than he intended.

"Hm?" Gene turned looking at the tall red head pushing the cart.

"I forgot the list at home..." Babe bit his lip and looked at the two men as they both turned looking at him, "I put it in the pocket of the jacket I ended up not wearing.",

"Look it's gonna be fine, I'm the only one with food allergies so it can't be that hard?" Graham looked between the two.

"Yeah, we have to make sure it's kosher for Lieb," Gene sighed chewing on his lip. The three of them looked an absolute disaster in the Walmart aisle.

It was 5:30 pm and Gene had just gotten home from work when they saw the text that Daisy had went into labor.

So, her and Billy wouldn't be hosting Thanksgiving, then Graham offered to.

"Okay, let's just go aisle to aisle...just get the basics and everyone else can just bring what they were supposed to." Graham sighed looking around. Most of the stuff was picked over so it would for sure be an interesting turn of events.

Gene made a small sound and nodded. "Let's get shopping, I want to go home and sit on the couch."

"You're so real for that Gene." Graham sighed and turned his wheelchair leading the way down the aisle.

"Okay I know for sure we have to get a turkey and stuff for green bean casserole." Babe said as he caught up with them with the cart.

"Okay, let's get a few cans of green beans." Graham stopped infront of the canned vegetables and grabbed two cans putting them in the cart.

"And they're out of kosher crème of mushroom soup." Gene sighed, "I'll just make it and let Lieb know."

"I don't think he really likes it anyways." Babe shrugged, Lieb came from a house that cooked. Cooked a lot and had his Bubbe cooking for him growing up. so he was very particular about cooking and always mentioning how his Bubbe could've made it better.

"Gene I still haven't figured out how we're going to make all this." Graham sighed as everyone tried to keep up with Gene. He was hauling ass over to where the picked over turkeys were.

"Why?" Gene questioned seemingly to forget he was married to two men who could barely make Mac and cheese without burning water. Don't ask him how they managed to burn water but they did.

"Well for one we only have one oven." Babe smiled sheepishly.

“We will figure it out.” Gene sighed, before grabbing a turkey without a second glance and walking back over to the next aisle.

It was even worse madness when they got home, trying to make a few dishes before tomorrow.

Graham was pealing potatoes for mashing and Babe was figuring out how to make green bean casserole.

Gene was mumbling to himself in French as he seasoned the turkey so it could marinate overnight.

“How are those potato’s coming along?” Gene looked back at the two of them.

“My hands are getting a little crampy. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be much help for the rest of the night.” Graham sighed setting the peeler and the potato back on the counter.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if it seemed like I’m pushing you guys.” Gene washed his hands and came over to the two on the other side of the kitchen.

“No, it’s okay,” Graham sighed looking at Gene. The pale boys eyebrows furrowed a soft pout on his lips.

“It’s okay, I think we’re all just a little stressed out.” Babe sighed taking Genes hand and then took Grahams giving them both a small squeeze.

“Babe is helping so he can wear that apron he made himself.” Graham smirked poking fun at Babes hot pink house wife apron with little hearts on the neck and straps.

“Yeah because you want me to role play in it later.” Babe snickered looking at the two, “Let’s just finish the potato’s and the casserole. Then we can drink some wine and unwind.”

“Sounds good to me.” Gene nodded agreeing, “I’ll get up a bit earlier tomorrow and I’ll finish cooking.”

Once they had the potato’s and green bean casserole in the crockpots. They made a spot in the fridge for the marinating turkey.

“I’ll grab it,” Babe rushed over to the island the turkeys pan was sitting on.

“You sure? It’s a little heavy?” Gene asked, he watched as Babe confidentially picked the turkey up. The rest happened in slow motion. Babe took two steps and slipped on nothing. The turkey went flying out of the pan and smacked the floor.

Babe gasped as he hit the floor, “I’m so sorry Gene.” He grabbed the turkey putting it back in the pan.

Graham looked at Gene who was holding back laughter and they both let it erupt.

Babe looked at the two, “You’re not mad?”

“No I’m not mad at you, Edward. Are you okay? Did you catch yourself? Let me see your wrists.” Gene got on his knees by Babe.

“I’m fine, promise.” Babe smiled meeting Genes big blue eyes.

“Good, I think we should call it a day and tell everyone else we will order a pizza, or people can bring their own food.” Gene sighed as he picked up the turkey setting it on the counter.

“I agree.” Babe nodded and grabbed the sponge out of the sink to wipe up the floor.

“Second that.” Graham hummed, “Wait guys Billy is FaceTiming me!”

“Do you think she had the baby?” Babe perked up thinking about his best friend.

“Hey guys!” Billy smiled his voice a whisper tilting his phone to the baby in his arms, “This is Ms. Ruby May.”

Babe felt his cheeks heat up and he smiled seeing his niece along with the others. “Oh she’s so cute! How’s Daisy doing?”

“She’s sleeping right now but she’s really sore.” Billy hummed looking back down at his beautiful daughter.

“Well tell her to give me a call when she feels up to it.” Babe smiled.

“I will,” Billy smiled as Ruby let out a small cry, “I’ll give you guys a call later. Love you guys.”

“Bye,” the three said waving.

“She is so adorable.” Babe cooed excitedly, Babe had been more excited than anyone else. When he learned that Daisy was pregnant. He’d get to have his first niece and he was so excited.

“She has the Speirs nose.” Graham giggled.

“She does.” Gene nodded, it was true Daisy always complained about her nose looked just like her dad’s and so did George’s.

“I love you guys,” Babe threw his arms around Graham and Gene hugging them tight.

[dhampiravidi]

Send ☔ to share an umbrella with my muse on a rainy day (For Hestia <3)

Hestia was standing out in the rain, an umbrella being the only thing up top that stood between herself and the heavy downpour. Well, she had on a thick raincoat, too, plus some boots, long socks, and gloves that all sat on top of the outfit she'd worn earlier in the day. She was watching as Piotr Rasputin, aka Colossus, played with Renée in the storm. Per her crazy little girl's instructions, the metal man used his super-strength to toss her high up into the sky. She screamed with excitement, not afraid of the height or the lightning (her main mutant ability dealt with the second, so Hestia didn't worry about that). Then she fell, and Piotr caught her, over and over again. In his metal form, Piotr was just as invulnerable as Renée was in the storm, but Hestia liked to have her daughter in her sights anyway.

"Don't get scared," a smooth, fondly familiar voice said, coming up behind her.

Hestia smiled, recognizing her wife before she even was at her side. "I'm not." She moved the umbrella, making sure it covered both of them. Anna Marie was dressed similarly, though she also had two travel mugs in her hands. Before she could offer Hestia one, the second woman was leaning over to kiss her cheek. "You should've come out with me earlier. Now you're all wet."

"Ain't the first time." The two giggled, huddling closer together.

"Speaking of innuendos...has Remy called?" Their husband was on a mission with Ororo, Laura, Megan, and Ilyana that was set to last another day or two. Hestia missed him, the way she always missed one of her spouses when they weren't with her, but as long as she knew that they were safe and on the correct planet, she could keep a cool head.

"Yeah, 'bout twenty minutes ago. Ah let him know that you an' Renée are enjoyin' the storm. Here--" Anna handed Hestia one of the mugs. "Chamomile wit' milk 'n honey." It was Hestia's favorite, thanks to the taste and for whatever it did to help her sleep at night.

"I love you." She took a sip and hummed, feeling the warmth flow through her from head to toe.

"Ya gonna love me even more afta this--" Anna Marie cleared her throat, then yelled, "Renée Michele! Hot cocoa's in the kitchen!" The women watched as their ten-year-old fell into Pietro's arms, only to flail a little until he put her down. As soon as her feet hit the grass, she raced towards her mothers at super-speed, wobbling a bit as she fought to avoid hydroplaning--but a hand on her shoulder from Anna steadied her.

"Thanks, Mama," Renée murmured, beaming up at her. Hestia held in an exasperated sigh; they'd let Renée get her bangs dyed for the first time, and already the blonde locks were fading back to their natural dark color. Hestia knew that Renée was going to beg like crazy until she was allowed to "have Mama's hair" again. "Ya really got cocoa inside?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, baby. Did ya thank Pietro f'playin'?"

"No. Sorry, Mama." In a blink, Renée had sped over to him and hugged his leg. Hestia could hear her telling him thanks, soft as her voice was, and that made her smile. Their kid was fearless and a little wild, but she was sweet, and she was theirs. Hestia looked to her wife, and they exchanged a few loving, silent words.

[na-ta-sh-aa]

Every time Roo and BG make me shed tears, but they were tears of joy and I'm so happy I shed them! This chapter was so beautiful and seeing how much they love each other warms my heart every time🥹🫶🏼

“Ignore it. Ignore everything. That was all you could do. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Focus on the presentation. Focus on not throwing up. That was the key.”

Poor BG there are so many things to think about and keep under control for her!

"Seriously, are you sure you're okay?" she whispered as the guards inspected the car.”

What if Cat starts to suspect more and more that BG is hiding something from her?

"Sounds good," he agreed, taking his phone out to let you know about his plans. After work, when he was eating a bowl of cereal for dinner, you finally wrote back.”

The fact that Bradley is eating cereal like Jake predicted makes me laugh a little😂

“This was admittedly not the best time for phone sex. He paused as he said, "Nat just got here, but if you need me to cancel the movie plans, I can do that."

Aww the way Bradley always puts BG first🥹

“His best friend took the phone right out of his hand and had a full conversation with you while she rummaged through the refrigerator and helped herself to a seltzer. Bradley stood there as patiently as he could, simultaneously feeling annoyed that you were telling Nat all about your presentation while also feeling relieved that he remembered to hide the ultrasound photos. You and his friend laughed and laughed together, and then he started tapping his wrist to get her to move things along.”

I love the friendship between Nat and BG so much! Good thing Bradley remembered to remove the ultrasound photos! And I love how Bradley is a little jealous that BG is telling and talking to Nat instead of him, I love how he wants to spend every available minute with his wife🥹

“Here's your husband back," she told you. "Have fun in Annapolis. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone less annoying."

The way Nat teases and drives Bradley crazy will never stop making me laugh, she's definitely the best😂

“But you were just laughing now as he held the phone to his ear and followed Nat out to the driveway. He had to kick aside so much trash to get in her car, he was about to offer to drive instead, but she was already starting the engine. "This is fucking disgusting," he told her, covering the mouthpiece of his phone. "Clean your shit."

Nat's dirty car will never change and I love how Bradley hates this detail!😂

"I was talking to Commander Patterson after my presentation, and I swear Roo, he asked me if Top Gun aviation was a good fit for me, and all I could think about was your cock the whole time. I even told him that things from Top Gun aviation are a really snug fit for me!"

This was hot, as was the fact that she remembered such spicy moments between her and Bradley🫠

“He growled out your first name. "I absolutely do, but I think perhaps we should talk about that later?"

Bradley was truly phenomenal for how he managed to stay calm and for the answers he gave without giving rise to suspicion😂

"Sorry," he added, trying to remember how to talk. Right now you were possibly getting off while listening to old voicemail messages that you kept? Of him just talking to you? Jesus, why was that making him so hot?”

BG always manages to make Bradley lose his mind🫠 I love how she is always on his mind!

"I'm sorry. No more one word answers. Let's go. It's time for Tom Cruise."

The detail of the movie with Tom Cruise was brilliant!

“Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: baby girl, i'm going to need you to describe in detail for me exactly how you got off. while listening to my voicemails? please, as much detail as you can. i hope you came hard thinking about me. i love you. the movie was good. i'll take you next week if you want.”

In my opinion Bradley didn't sleep at night trying to imagine BG while she got off listening to his voicemails!

"Your Daddy has a nice voice, little nugget," you whispered, pressing one gentle palm to your belly.”

His voice is so sexy!

“She shrugged and poked her silverware. "If they can't get along, then I'll have to decide if I can reasonably keep putting everyone through this. I'll likely never be able to afford my own place, and Bernie is the only family I still talk to. But Jake...." She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she said, "I wasn't expecting to ever fall in love again."

Noo Cat please think about it! Jake is really serious about her and to see how attached he already is and how much he cares for Jeremiah is so beautiful, it would break his heart.😭

“Hey, so you wouldn't mind too much if I actually used the car today?"

Does she want to go visit Bradley's parents and tell them she's pregnant?🥹

“Bradley loved flying, but more and more he had been considering what might come next for him. One day he could get injured or fail an eye exam. Then what? Other than being home with you and the nugget at that point, he didn't know what else the Navy could offer him.”

Maybe I misunderstood and I'm wrong, but is he thinking about retiring?

“You bit your lip and looked between the phone screen and something else before you knelt down on the ground. "I just had this silly idea earlier when I was eating breakfast." You tilted the phone away from your face, and then Bradley knew exactly where you were. "But I thought we could tell them the news together? Let them be the first to know?"

“He pulled his sunglasses from his face and stared at his phone screen as tears blurred his vision. "Baby Girl," he gasped as he looked at his parents' gravesite. Both headstones were decorated with fresh flowers which you must have just placed there today, and you had tucked an ultrasound photo underneath a few pebbles as well.”

“Do you want to tell them?" you asked, your voice just the softest whisper that made him ache even more.”

“Yeah," he managed to say as he fought to keep his composure as a tear slid down his cheek. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. That's not just my perfect wife sitting there with you. That's your grandchild, too."

The beauty of this moment is indescribable, the fact that BG thought of such a beautiful thing shows how much she always thinks of Bradley and how much she loves him! And Bradley's emotion and beauty in telling his parents that he and his wife will be parents is priceless. It's truly so wonderful and special that they were the first to know about the beautiful news that Bradley and BG are experiencing and cherishing for now🥹I can't wait for the moment when they tell everyone, I don't know why but I have a feeling that when they tell especially to Mav it will be a really special moment!

“You curled up on your side next to the ultrasound photo as you said, "Yeah. It seemed like a no-brainer. I thought they should be the first ones to know."

"Fuck." He had to fight for composure. "I would marry you a hundred times. A thousand times. I would marry you a million fucking times, Sweetheart."

“You laughed softly. "I'd let you."

Aww🥹

“He didn't want to say it, but he knew this meant the baby was nice and healthy. "Why don't you curl up with Carole again, Baby Girl. She told me she threw up non-stop when she was pregnant. I'm sure she can commiserate."

“Actually, I think I will," you told him when you picked up the phone once again. "I'm going to hang out with my in-laws a little longer. Have a chat about how much I adore their son. Maybe get their opinion on some baby names."

The sweetness of this part🥹

“He laughed. "Don't let them talk you into Bradley Junior."

Bradley Junior😂

This chapter was so sweet and emotional! I loved how even though they were apart they were able to share so many emotions with each other. The part where BG went to see Carole and Goose made me cry rivers of tears, it was such a beautiful and special moment, a surprise that I think Bradley wasn't expecting but which made him so happy and reiterated once again what a wonderful woman BG is! I love reading about them so much, they are so important and special to me!🥹💗✨

Always Ever Only You Part 32 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You try to keep it together as much as you can in Annapolis, but that's easier said than done. Bradley realizes that while this week feels unbearable, a deployment would be much worse. And you cautiously tell Bradley there are two people you think should be the first ones to know about the baby.

Warnings: Swearing, adult language, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Monday morning came way too early on the east coast, especially when you barely slept and couldn't stop throwing up. "Why?" you groaned from your spot on the floor next to the toilet. You had exactly three hours until you had to give your presentation at 10:00, but Cat was already texting you from her hotel room across the hallway about getting breakfast. You'd be lucky if you could stomach a single peanut butter cracker and squeeze yourself into your uniform on time. 

You crawled back out to the bedroom and rummaged in your suitcase for one of the ginger candies Bradley packed for you. It couldn't hurt at this point, so you shoved it in your mouth and pulled yourself up onto the bed. It was amazing that you could possibly feel this shitty. Your ribs and back hurt from constantly throwing up, and you were starting to feel dehydrated, but the idea of drinking something was too taxing to even consider.

"Why are you so mean?" you moaned as you rolled onto your side, letting your hand rest on your belly. "I actually love you, and you're being so mean to me all the time. Why?" You sucked on the candy and laughed. "You'll prefer your dad, I can already tell." 

You kind of wanted to call him, but you didn't want to wake him up at four in the morning, so you settled on trying to get dressed instead. It was amazing that you did nothing but throw up, yet you were still all bloated and puffy. Your khaki pants were a little too snug for comfort, but you had no other option at the moment. When you looked at your butt in the mirror, you shrugged. 

"Whatever," you whispered, buttoning your shirt as your stomach growled angrily. "Please, make up your mind," you begged your body as you heard a knock at your door. You pasted on a fake smile and opened it to reveal Cat Coleman looking like a million fucking dollars while you looked like a sewer rat. "Morning," you rasped.

Her eyes went a little wide as she pushed your door open. "Did you not get any sleep? You look awful."

You huffed out a breath, realizing you buttoned your shirt up wrong. "I'm fine," you muttered as you fixed it. "I'm just not quite ready to go yet."

"Yes, I gathered that much," she replied, eying you up and down. "Are you going to be able to present today? Because I can't do this without you."

You shot her a scathing look. "Of course I can present today. I'm fine. Great. Golden." You were in all honesty on the verge of throwing up again.

"Okay," she said with zero conviction. "Well, just knock on my door when you want to grab some breakfast and head over to the Naval Academy."

"Will do," you promised her. As soon as she was gone, you gagged into the toilet one more time before brushing your teeth and putting on enough makeup to hide the fact that it looked like you were going to fall over. 

You felt weak as you tried to eat a pack of crackers so your stomach had something in it. This was a lot easier when Bradley was with you, rubbing your back and holding a glass of cold water for you to take sips from. You moaned softly and fought against the tears. If you thought about him too long, you were going to cry. Or worse... start to get turned on. 

"I don't have time for this," you whined as you checked your phone. How was it already 8:00? Fuck, it was still too early to call Bradley, but now your mom and dad were both texting you to see if you were coming for dinner on Thursday. You knew you were going to have to invite Cat to come with you, since you only had one rental car. The idea of trying to get through the night with all of them was too much to consider at the moment. 

Ignore it. Ignore everything. That was all you could do. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Focus on the presentation. Focus on not throwing up. That was the key.

You knocked on Cat's door, and she opened it immediately, dragging the tub of equipment out into the hallway with her. "It's late, so I figured we would eat breakfast and then head right to the conference?"

"Sure," you replied, picking up one end of the tub. But it really was heavy, and you struggled to get it to the elevator with her. "I'm actually not that hungry, so we can just get whatever you want on the way."

Cat scoffed. "I wanted to eat at Waffle House. I miss Annapolis so much."

Just thinking about the sticky floors and smell of maple syrup was turning your stomach at the moment. "Maybe we can do that tomorrow morning instead? Since we don't have our second presentation until Wednesday?"

"Fine," Cat agreed, and the two of you took the bin out to the rental car. She offered to drive, and you let her. Apparently you fell asleep on the ten minute ride, and she had to wake you up to go through security. "They want your ID card to get through the gate," she said, shaking your shoulder. 

"Oh," you groaned, digging it out of your pocket and handing it to her. 

"Seriously, are you sure you're okay?" she whispered as the guards inspected the car.

"Just jetlag," you promised, resisting the urge to roll down the window and barf. "I'm totally fine. Let's get this show on the road."

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Bradley poked at his burrito bowl in the cafeteria. Even the green hot sauce wasn't helping his mood since you couldn't actually eat it right now. It was just making him sad. He'd written five pages in the notebook for the baby, but it just made him miss you more. He wondered what you were doing right now. Surely your presentation must be over, but he hadn't heard from you. Maybe you had already checked in with Bickel. Maybe he should go up and talk to your boss and see?

"Wow," Nat said, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Focus, Rooster."

"I'm sorry," he replied, trying to give her his full attention. "What did you say?"

"I asked you three times if you wanted to go see the new Tom Cruise movie with me tonight. I have a coupon for a free large popcorn that's about to expire."

"Yes. Absolutely." He'd do anything to keep himself busy this week. "What time?"

"6:30. I'll pick you up so you can call your wife from the car and talk to her before she goes to sleep east coast time."

"Sounds good," he agreed, taking his phone out to let you know about his plans. After work, when he was eating a bowl of cereal for dinner, you finally wrote back. 

Baby Girl Bradshaw: The first presentation went pretty well. Have fun at the movie. I love you.

"That's it?" he asked Tramp after reading the message twice. Nat knocked on the door at the same time he called you. 

When you answered with a soft, "Roo," followed by a groan, he had to take a deep breath.

"You okay, Sweetheart?" he asked as he headed for the front door to let his friend in.

"No," you moaned. "I had a rough day. I feel disgusting, and now your voice is making me horny."

This was admittedly not the best time for phone sex. He paused as he said, "Nat just got here, but if you need me to cancel the movie plans, I can do that."

"No," you gasped, "don't cancel your plans. Go have fun. We can talk tomorrow."

He shook his head as he said, "I'd rather talk to you now. I'll cancel."

"No! We can talk now. Put me on speaker so I can say hi to Nat."

"Fine," he agreed, unlocking and opening his front door. Tramp made a run for Nat as Bradley tapped the icon for speakerphone and said, "My wife wants to say hi to you."

His best friend took the phone right out of his hand and had a full conversation with you while she rummaged through the refrigerator and helped herself to a seltzer. Bradley stood there as patiently as he could, simultaneously feeling annoyed that you were telling Nat all about your presentation while also feeling relieved that he remembered to hide the ultrasound photos. You and his friend laughed and laughed together, and then he started tapping his wrist to get her to move things along.

"We'll be late," he told Nat, and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Here's your husband back," she told you. "Have fun in Annapolis. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone less annoying."

"Don't tell her that," Bradley said as he turned off speakerphone. "Don't listen to her, Sweetheart."

But you were just laughing now as he held the phone to his ear and followed Nat out to the driveway. He had to kick aside so much trash to get in her car, he was about to offer to drive instead, but she was already starting the engine. "This is fucking disgusting," he told her, covering the mouthpiece of his phone. "Clean your shit."

She just tore out of the driveway and said, "Talk to your wife before we get to the theater."

"Are you in the car?" you asked softly.

"Yeah. Unfortunately," he grunted. "Can you tell me about your presentation?"

"I nailed it even though I threw up so much this morning," you told him, but then you moaned. "Am I on speakerphone?" 

"No."

"Bradley! I am so fucking horny, Daddy!" Your voice was extra whiny, and the last thing Bradley wanted was an erection in front of his best friend, but he could hear in your voice how badly you needed him. "I was talking to Commander Patterson after my presentation, and I swear Roo, he asked me if Top Gun aviation was a good fit for me, and all I could think about was your cock the whole time. I even told him that things from Top Gun aviation are a really snug fit for me!"

Bradley felt his cheeks warm up. He had no idea who Commander Patterson was, but he said, "I think Top Gun aviation is the place for you, Sweetheart. Nothing else is gonna fit you quite right."

"Bradley!" you whined, and the sound went straight to his cock as Nat adjusted the air conditioner settings. "Fuck, you remember that time you fucked me in the back of our Bronco after I texted you dirty photos at dinner?"

"Yeah," he grunted, closing his eyes and actually trying not to think about it.

"Remember on our honeymoon when you finger fucked your cum into my pussy and then traced my tattoo?"

He growled out your first name. "I absolutely do, but I think perhaps we should talk about that later?"

"Yes, yes, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm going to get my vibrators out and listen to old voicemail messages you left for me so I can get off, okay? Have fun at the movie. I love you."

The call went dead right as Nat pulled into the parking lot, and the trash at Bradley's feet shifted as she went careening over a speed bump. He was trying to catch his breath. All he really wanted was a little more information about your presentation and to make sure you and the nugget were okay, but what he got was a semi that he was trying to keep at bay.

"If I get nachos and a soft pretzel and popcorn will you eat some?" she asked as she parked. 

"Yeah," he grunted as he unbuckled his seatbelt. 

"Listen," Nat said as she fixed her hair in the mirror. "I know you miss her, and rightfully so since she's way cooler than you, but if you just give me one word answers all night, it's going to piss me off."

"Sorry," he added, trying to remember how to talk. Right now you were possibly getting off while listening to old voicemail messages that you kept? Of him just talking to you? Jesus, why was that making him so hot?

Nat was glaring at him now. He needed to focus.

"I'm sorry. No more one word answers. Let's go. It's time for Tom Cruise."

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When you woke up on Tuesday, you were snuggled up and so warm, you reached for Bradley. "Roo?" But when you opened your eyes, you were met with the sterile looking hotel room through your blurry vision. Now you remembered talking to Nat and Bradley on the phone before masturbating and falling asleep. When you sat up in bed, you definitely didn't feel as awful as you expected. And when you eased yourself to standing, you were surprised that your stomach didn't lurch. 

You had one text message from your husband, and when you put your glasses on to read it, you laughed. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: baby girl, i'm going to need you to describe in detail for me exactly how you got off. while listening to my voicemails? please, as much detail as you can. i hope you came hard thinking about me. i love you. the movie was good. i'll take you next week if you want.

You wrote back to tell him that you did in fact come while you listened to a long rambling voicemail he left you a few months ago about how he left the house without his shopping list and made it all the way to Costco before he realized it. "Your Daddy has a nice voice, little nugget," you whispered, pressing one gentle palm to your belly. 

It was 8:30, and you didn't have too much planned for the day other than breakfast at Waffle House with Cat. You had to give another presentation tomorrow, and you were excited to talk to some more superior officers afterwards. You were also supposed to make it to a cocktail hour this evening, but you were planning on ditching it and hoping Cat could network for both of you. It would be nearly impossible to avoid drinking without drawing attention to yourself when there were waiters walking around with flutes of champagne. 

You took a quick shower and got yourself ready, and you tapped on Cat's door. When she opened it, she eyed you skeptically. "You look so much better today. Everything okay?"

"I think it was just the jetlag," you told her smoothly. "Wanna go to Waffle House?"

"Hell yes," she replied, turning to grab her bag. "Hopefully we don't run into my ex or anyone I used to work with."

In all your morning sickness and preparation back in San Diego, you had forgotten that Cat also had roots in Maryland. "If we run into Mike, point him out to me. I'll punch him in the face."

She laughed. "I would personally love to see that."

You drove the rental car through the familiar town to the diner you'd been to many times with Cam when you were at the Naval Academy together. You snapped a picture to send to him before walking inside. Sure enough, the floors were sticky, but it smelled like strong coffee, and your stomach started growling. You silently prayed that whatever you ate managed to stay down, at least until you were alone again. 

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" Cat asked you as you glanced at the menu, a little disappointed that they didn't have avocado toast. 

"I thought maybe I would take a nap at some point."

"Oh, that's actually a great idea. I might do that as well. I never get a full night of sleep when I'm home with Jeremiah."

You ordered a stack of pancakes and some bacon and then listened to Cat order the signature waffle. When the waitress wandered away, you asked, "Is Jake watching him this week?" with a little smirk. You already knew he was. Well, him and Hondo both were.

She played with the container of sugar and didn't meet your eyes as she said, "I think this week will make or break my relationship with Jake."

"Why?" you gasped. 

She was quiet for a moment as she glanced out the window. "He practically begged me to let him help watch Jeremiah. So he and Uncle Bernie are sharing duties. I just... know how my uncle feels about Jake. They clash, and none of it is really Jake's fault. I just need to make some decisions when we get back."

Your stomach lurched. "What kind of decisions?"

She shrugged and poked her silverware. "If they can't get along, then I'll have to decide if I can reasonably keep putting everyone through this. I'll likely never be able to afford my own place, and Bernie is the only family I still talk to. But Jake...." She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she said, "I wasn't expecting to ever fall in love again."

The only thing you could think to say was, "He loves Jeremiah."

She didn't humor you with a response. Instead she asked, "Are you planning on seeing your parents while we're here?"

"Yeah," you answered as the food arrived. "About that... you mind if I use the car on Thursday evening? You're more than welcome to join me, but they want me to have dinner with them at home."

"You can use the car all you want," she replied. "And I'll think about it. Thanks." As you were coating your food in syrup, she asked, "Weren't Bradley's parents from Maryland as well?"

"Virginia," you replied immediately. "They were both from the Norfolk area. Nick grew up closer to the beach, and Carole grew up in the city." As you took a bite of pancake, your stomach growled awkwardly, but a warm thought lit up in your mind. "Hey, so you wouldn't mind too much if I actually used the car today?"

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Bradley was in the air all day on Tuesday, and he kept looking at his little collection of photos longingly. He had one of you from when the two of you were dating. You were mid laugh, face lit up, looking right at him. And then he had a wedding photo as well. It was the one the photographer took where the sun was just hitting the horizon behind you. And now he also had a little stack of ultrasound pictures to look at.

When his comms crackled to life, he tucked the photos away and got himself in position for some tactical dog fighting with Nat and Bob. Bradley loved flying, but more and more he had been considering what might come next for him. One day he could get injured or fail an eye exam. Then what? Other than being home with you and the nugget at that point, he didn't know what else the Navy could offer him.

"Tally, tally!" Bob called out, and Bradley easily dodged the attack. He knew he was good. He knew he was the right mix of cautious and impulsive. He had to be. But there also needed to be more, because if this week was teaching him anything, it was that too many long deployments away from his family would be unbearable. 

When he finally touched down on the runway at 2:30, he was hungry and thirsty, and Maverick dismissed him to the rec room along with Nat and Bob. When he checked his phone, he had a bunch of missed calls and texts from you. 

"Hey, you go ahead," he told them. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Alright," Bob replied, and Bradley watched them walk inside the tower while he read your most recent message. 

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I have a little surprise for you. Any chance you can facetime?

He had no idea what you could have in mind for him. A little surprise could be anything. Shit, it could be dirty. He glanced around before tucking himself up against the side of the building with his aviators perched on his nose. He dropped his helmet gently to the ground and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he called you. 

"Bradley!"

Your gorgeous face filled his phone screen, and he smiled immediately. "Hey, Sweetheart. You look pretty."

"Thank you. I feel good today."

"How's the nugget?"

You laughed. "As finicky as ever."

You were obviously outside somewhere, and the sky was cloudy behind you as you walked past some trees. "Where are you? And what's my surprise?"

You bit your lip and looked between the phone screen and something else before you knelt down on the ground. "I just had this silly idea earlier when I was eating breakfast." You tilted the phone away from your face, and then Bradley knew exactly where you were. "But I thought we could tell them the news together? Let them be the first to know?"

He pulled his sunglasses from his face and stared at his phone screen as tears blurred his vision. "Baby Girl," he gasped as he looked at his parents' gravesite. Both headstones were decorated with fresh flowers which you must have just placed there today, and you had tucked an ultrasound photo underneath a few pebbles as well.

"Do you want to tell them?" you asked, your voice just the softest whisper that made him ache even more. 

"Yeah," he managed to say as he fought to keep his composure as a tear slid down his cheek. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. That's not just my perfect wife sitting there with you. That's your grandchild, too."

He could hear you laughing and crying at the same time as you rearranged the pebbles. "Still just a nugget right now, but we'll bring him or her back again someday. Right, Roo?" you asked, turning the phone back to your gorgeous face. 

Bradley nodded as he sobbed. "Yeah," he rasped as you smiled at him and swiped at your own tears. "Of course. The three of us will come back together. We can have a picnic. Let the kiddo meet Grandma Carole and Grampy Goose."

"That sounds perfect."

"Hey, Sweetheart?" he managed as he cried. "I fucking love you so much. You know that, right?"

Your voice was still soft, and Bradley wanted to melt into it. "Yeah. I know."

He wiped his cheeks with the rough sleeve of his flight suit as he asked, "You really drove three and a half hours from Annapolis to the cemetery?"

You curled up on your side next to the ultrasound photo as you said, "Yeah. It seemed like a no-brainer. I thought they should be the first ones to know."

"Fuck." He had to fight for composure. "I would marry you a hundred times. A thousand times. I would marry you a million fucking times, Sweetheart."

You laughed softly. "I'd let you."

Those were some of the sweetest words Bradley had ever heard in his life, and you said them as you and the baby were curled up there with the memory of his mom and dad. He would literally never get over how perfect you really were. 

Then you popped up and groaned, "Oh no." And Bradley was treated to the vivid facetime experience of watching you run a few feet to your left before you threw up in the shrubs. 

"Take some deep breaths," he coaxed, just like he would if you were in the bathroom at home. "Do you have some water and the ginger candy with you?"

"In the rental car," you told him as you set your phone on the ground. "I was doing so well today, too."

He didn't want to say it, but he knew this meant the baby was nice and healthy. "Why don't you curl up with Carole again, Baby Girl. She told me she threw up non-stop when she was pregnant. I'm sure she can commiserate."

"Actually, I think I will," you told him when you picked up the phone once again. "I'm going to hang out with my in-laws a little longer. Have a chat about how much I adore their son. Maybe get their opinion on some baby names."

He laughed. "Don't let them talk you into Bradley Junior."

You shook your head adamantly. "I'd sooner allow you to name the nugget Bronco."

"Hell yes!" he cheered. "Bronco Bradshaw is still on the table."

You cradled your forehead in your hand, but you were smiling. "Get back to work while the nugget and I spend some time with your mom and dad."

"I love you more than life itself, Baby Girl."

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She treats him so well. Fuck, this even made me tear up a little bit. Grandma Carole and Grampy Goose would have been the best. Next we will find out what kind of trouble awaits in Maryland. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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In Your Defense

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After being forced into marriage, you decided you would make the best of it, deciding whomever you'd wed could surely not be worse than your father. And upon learning your husband-to-be's erratic behavior is matched with a fierce sense of loyalty, you decide to be a dutiful wife and present yourself to him on your wedding night.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Feminism left my body, brief mentions of abusive father, arranged/forced marriage, fem!reader, smut (4k+ smut?????? I-, honestly high key pwp, virgin!reader, first time awkwardness, fingering, vaginal penetration, praise kink), protective!daemon, fluff, TYPOS (im sorry), etc.

A/N: im treating myself by writing this because im going through it and this blonde demon is so hot Part 2 kinda "Tea time"

"What kind of man is he?" I asked. "The prince?" the king sighed, leaning back on his chair, "I'm afraid he is as insolent as the rumors say he is." I pick at my nails upon hearing this. "Still," he adds, "he is my brother. I trust him with my life." My eyes lift from my hands. King Viserys holds a sincere expression on his face. It does not falter as he continues, " and I like to think it is not due to my lack of better judgement."

I took in a deep breath before entering the chambers that is now mine and my husband's. I grip my sweaty hands together as I enter, chewing on my lower lip in agitation.

Prince Daemon turns to me from across the room; he was in the middle of changing out of his wedding attire. His eyes were fixed on me as he unbuttoned his coat.

I take in another breath and walk up to him, making him still his actions. I know his gaze does not leave me even though I could not look at him on my way over.

Now that I stood before him, I dare to look at his piercing, violet eyes.

The prince's face is dark, as the moonlight was the only source of light in the room. This was the second instance I was able to behold the slope of his nose and the curve of his lips, the first being mere minutes ago during our marriage ceremony.

He had left the very moment he pledged himself to me. I was meant to follow him right after, but my father pulled me aside and laid forth the longest sermon he has given me yet. He made sure to grip my arm one last time, ensuring the pain of it would not make me forget his words. I had never been more relieved to be released by him than in that moment.

I push the horrible image of my father away as I reach out to the prince's hands that were stuck on his chest. Before I could touch him though, both his hands grab my wrists. I do a good job of masking my gasp after years of practice, but I cannot withhold the widening of my eyes.

He chastises me in a language I do not recognize, stepping forward once. He tilts his head in some sort of expectation. I open my mouth, "I apologize, my prince, but I do not understand."

What he says next makes goosebumps form all over my skin, "I said you do not have to offer your virginity to me tonight."

I am unable to speak or even release a sound, though my jaw is hung low.

The prince enjoys this. His lips pull up into a soft smirk. My skin burns when his fingers brush against it, as he tucks away locks of hair behind my ear, "that is, unless my pretty bride is not a virgin."

I stutter, absolutely horrified, "y-your grace, how could you think so lowly of me?"

He chuckles, the sound of it makes my stomach roll, "I do not." His hand travels down my neck where the pad of his thumb then rubs at my skin. I feel a lump form at my throat though he does not even press against me, "how funny that I'm somehow saddened by the fact no one has touched you tenderly before."

I bring my hand to his, after a shudder comes out of my mouth involuntarily.

"You are not much older that my niece," he mumbles, pulling his hand away, which in turn makes me drop mine to the side in some form of defeat. I expect him to walk away, but then he runs the back of his hand down my arm. I bite the inside of my lip harshly because of it.

I take a moment to regain my coherence; he seems acutely aware that I do. "I believe I am, indeed, three years Princess Rhaenyra's senior," I manage to choke out.

He hums, "when I was your age, I already had every woman I wanted bent over by my knee." Without warning, he takes my cheeks in both hands, causing a squeak to come out of my lips, "my princess," he says, "if you sleep with me tonight, tomorrow you may well be carrying my seed and unable to walk for it."

My pulse quickens. Daemon feels it beneath his thumb.

My lips quiver, "will it truly be that painful, my lord?"

I see his expression soften, "it may," his thumb ghosts over my lips, "but it would be the consequence of the pleasure I would give you."

I grip my hands and bite my lip in thought.

Daemon takes one more step forward.

My hands move over to his waist where they then begin to tug at his top nervously. I heave arduously, "take me then, husband."

He hums lifting my head up to look at me more intently. His thumb brushes my skin, "and is this yours or your father's desire?"

I feel disgust rise up my throat at the mention. "Does it matter?" I squeak, only realizing I spoke it out loud when he pulls away and says, "it matters to me."

When Prince Daemon begins to walk away, my heart clenches, uncertain of what to do next. I feel like a helpless mouse that was spared by a cat, or more accurately, a woman spared by a dragon and was now reeling at the unanticipated form of mercy.

"It's mine," I blurt out decisively, "I fucking hate my father,"

He stills in his tracks because of this and turns over to me from his shoulder.

"He is a cruel monster and I am glad I do not have to bend to his will any longer."

The man with silver hair chuckles as he continues making his way to the large bed, "and you believe me to be better than your father?"

We exchange looks the moment he is sat down at the end of the bed.

I pick at my nails and nibble my lip, watching the prince as he watches me, "I admit I was concerned of what your demeanor might be after learning you were called The Rogue Prince," I turn to my hands and dart my tongue out before continuing, "but I was comforted by sentiment the king had for his brother."

Daemon chuckles louder at this, crossing his arms, "and what did the king say about his brother, pray tell?"

"That he trusts him with his life," I turn back to him, "and that it is not due to his lack of better judgement."

"And you are choosing to trust this stranger you have been wed to based on this premise?"

Unable to bear the weight of his stare, I turn to the floor when I reply, "I am."

He shifts upon hearing this and speaks again in foreign tongue. I turn to him and take in his expectant look. When he does not do or say anything else, I figure he probably asked me to come over. I do just that then, releasing a breath as I take the first few steps towards him.

Once I am in front of him, his hands immediately go to my waist and he pulls me onto his lap.

I bite my lower lip so hard that I taste iron.

I am sitting on one side of his lap. He pulls my thighs close to him, securing an arm behind me. His hand brushes against my cheeks and my whole burns in anticipation at this point.

The prince places a kiss on my lips; he is eager and hungry. I instantly reach my hands out to his torso, fingers digging into his clothes. He squeezes my side, which makes me whimper. He takes it as an opportunity to deepen our exchange.

The next thing I know, he pulls away and shifts me around so that my back is pressed against his chest and his head is nestled on the crook of my neck. My toes curl at the feeling of his hot breath. He chuckles when my skin pricks yet again with goosebumps.

He does nothing but kiss me for a moment. I slowly begin to melt against him, but then his hands began to pull my skirt up. I barely manage to jolt and squeal when he claws halfway up my thighs. He shushes me, holding me down as I squirm against him. I heave heavily, completely contrasting his calm demeanor as he speaks, "it will not hurt."

My husband proceeds to nibble on my neck and I bring my hands to my mouth when I am unable to contain my moan. He chuckles, teeth grazing at me a bit harder, "you will enjoy my fingers better than my mouth in this instance."

My heart is pounding in my chest. I will my breathing to even out as I bring my hands back down to my skirt, right where the prince had his underneath. He continues to work on my neck, though his palms remain stagnant, only moving to massage my thighs slowly.

After a moment passes, I breathily urge, unsure if I was more scared of the fact he was growing restless or that I was, "continue, husband."

"As you wish, pretty wife."

His grip on my thighs tightens before they move again. I grip on the fabric beneath my fingers when I feel his thick ones rub against my heat. When I push my thighs close, he firmly digs on my flesh to bring them open, hushing me yet again.

I cannot even think to be embarrassed by the sound that rips out of my throat when his fingers enter and exit me in such a maddeningly slow pace.

He curses against my shoulder before he mutters again in the language I do not speak.

He continues these actions, I think to soothe me, and yet it elicits the opposite response. I continue to wiggle atop him, absolutely unable to contain myself. He is so desperate to keep me in place, he pulls a hand away and snakes his arm around me. My back arches against him as his actions quicken. My hands rise up to his head where they then claw at whatever I could touch.

I do feel embarrassment burn on my cheeks when suddenly, he pulls away and pushes me back on my feet. It cause of how he stood before me, tilted his head down on my smaller form, and licked his wet fingers.

The action was so obscene that my mouth opens, yet not a sound comes out.

I was still gripping my skirt when he spun me around began to unlace my dress. I feel the hair on my neck raise as his fingers tugged on my clothes.

Daemon must have felt my tension because he suddenly says, "you will enjoy this better if you relax."

"I- I'm trying."

He chuckles.

A shiver runs down my spine when he tugs my dress down and it drops to the floor. I cannot help but wrap my arms around me as he leads me out of it and spins me back to face him. He looks like he took no offence in my actions though, and even grants me the mercy of undressing himself.

When his shirt leaves him, I turn away, finding the ceiling so very interesting. I see him kick his pants off from my peripheral view. Right after, he takes my chin in his fingers and pulls my face to him.

My eyes land on his violet ones. I flinch when his hot hand finds the cool, bare skin on the side of my belly. His eyes flick down for a moment, "there is no shame in your beauty."

I release a sigh when he connects his lips to mine.

His hands find their way to my spine. I am slowly being pushed back. Before I fall, I bring my cold, clammy hands to his burning hot skin. He hisses because of this, and I pull my hands away in response. This is why my body crashes onto the bed prematurely. When he pulls away to reposition me, I squeak, "apologies, my prince."

As much as I wanted to examine his reaction to my words, I screw my eyes shut when I finally catch a glimpse of his naked form. My cold hands slap on both sides of my face.

He chuckles again as he pulls me up until my head is rested on the pillows by the headboard, "am I so grotesque to the eyes of a beauty?"

I open my mouth, hands ripping away from my eyes, though they remained closed, "No- I-" but my words end up as yet another squeak when Daemon grabs my legs and fold them up to my chest.

I slam my hands onto the bed, unable to do anything else as the prince continues to bubble out in chuckles as he maneuvers over me. One of his hands remain on my things, rubbing the area with much care, the other goes up to my chest and kneads on my exposed breast. I am anything but silent when I feel his manhood press against me on top of all this.

I feel his hand sink on the cushion beside my head. He presses a kiss on both my eyelids, "look at me, wife."

I slowly peel my eyes open and feel the vein on my neck tighten when he begins to rub himself against me. My hands claw up on his back. He again reacts with discomfort.

"I-"

He grabs my hand before I could pull away from him, my newly released leg dips because of this. "I will warm you soon enough," he says, pressing my cold hands back on his skin, "you can grip me as hard and as roughly as you like."

I do not reply for his lips press against mine.

In that very instant then, he lifts his hips and sheathes himself in me. I let out an unholy sound and my limbs constrict around him out of instinct. He himself draws out a prolonged groan, as I let out multiple high pitched whimpers and curses.

"So ready for me, wife," he moans, kissing my cheek, "such a good girl."

Again, I do not speak when he begins to rock into me back and forth. Only indistinguishable words leave my lips.

Daemon absolutely revels in the feeling, mind dizzy with the immaculate sounds echoing across the room. His body weight is delicious against mine, and whatever fear I may have had of being crushed is overpowered by a desire to crumble underneath him.

I find myself whining out his name at this point.

"That's right," he grunts, "let them know who's fucking you good."

I react to his obscenities by spreading my legs further. In that instant, I whine even louder as his newfound position hits an overly sensitive nub in me. My legs consequently tighten around him, entirely unwilling to let him go. Whatever concern I had about his hisses no longer phase me, even when I dig my nails into his back. It was all I could do as he pounded into me, relish the texture of his scarred skin and groan lewdly.

He speaks again in his foreign language, but I feel in my gut that he was singing me praises... but then again perhaps that was just his large co-

I start to scream when his pace quickens and his hand begins to rub on my aching core. My body arches against him, tears begin to build in the corner of my screwed eyes.

I pull even him closer to me with my desperate arms, mouth wide open as it finds the skin of his shoulder. My teeth instinctively bite down and lap at the salty surface. I graze my teeth up to his neck and it's there that I repeatedly call his name, over and over and over again, practically praying to him.

"I'm here," he hushes, both hands moving down to my thighs. I groan as he digs his fingers in and coos, "you're doing so good for me. So good."

I open my eyes upon hearing the praise. In that moment, as my voice hitches up and down at his ministrations, I move my face to look at him. Daemon presses his forehead on mine as we both breathe hotly against each other.

I succumb to this unknown desire to bite at his lip. The sound Daemon makes because of it makes my belly swirl up even more in its unreadable anticipation.

Curses leave his lips as his actions become more rugged, much quicker, and more wanton. I pull away from him, absolutely weak under his brute force.

The action coaxes out his name from my throat. He mutters mine against my ear and asks me to let go. He does so in such a sweet yet commanding way that even if I didn't want to, I would. I repeat his name a couple more times as I chase this high that is building and building, up until fire bursts all around me. All my tension explodes and I'm absolutely limp and boneless.

I'm basically just screaming like I'm mad at this point.

Daemon is roughly heaving atop of me, actions not ceasing just yet.

All at once, I feel him release a hotness inside of me. It makes me cry out yet again, only this time, I finally am aware of how helpless I sound.

"Good girl," Daemon mutters, movements growing sloppy though still not yet stopping. He peppers kisses on my neck as I quake and quiver. He repeats the praise the same way I am absentmindedly repeating his name.

When he finally relents, I regain some semblance of strength in my limbs and I begin to tighten my hold around him again, once more unwilling to let him go.

The chuckle that vibrates from his chest makes me whine and shiver. He revels in the sound, though he is halfheartedly apologetic because of how sharply I react.

At this point, his entire weight is now relaxed upon mine. I enjoy the heaviness and fullness of him. I snuggle my head against his, fingers digging into the roots of his hair. He remains atop me unmoving, content in our joint position.

My heavy eyelids rip open when he moves off me. I begin to wonder if he moves away because he did not like what I was doing. He stands for a moment then pulls at the blanket beneath me, bringing it over my body. It makes embarrassment shoot up around me. I tense when he climbs up next to me.

It seems he senses this as he rolls to his side, "are you not satisfied?"

I press my lips together, hands coming up to neck, legs pressing close against each other, "no, my prince, I- n- I mean- I enjoyed-"

His chuckle cuts me off. My breath hitches when he kisses my shoulder. I turn to him as he rolls on his chest, his hand lazily makes his way to my belly, "you'll learn to be more confident in your skin soon enough, darling."

As quickly as my heart soars at his sweet words, I feel so stupid when he draws his arm back and shifts to face to other way.

It's all so overwhelmingly confusing and heart shattering to me. I cannot help that suddenly tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I press my hands to my mouth, fighting back any cries from being heard.

Alternatively, Daemon suddenly remembers that not everyone wants to keep to themselves after a fuck. And so he turns over and speaks, "you can touch me if you-" but falters right after. His brows knit when he sees me roll over abruptly. The urgency of my movement was what gave me away.

Fuck.

"Have I upset you?"

I pull my hands away, cursing my very existence when my voice breaks out with a shaky, "no."

Daemon shifts, lying on his back with wide eyes, trying to recount just how he managed to fuck up so quickly when moments ago he was receiving such high praises.

"Do you not want to touch me?" I quietly mutter.

I feel so pathetic after asking it when I receive no response.

I am shocked when I do hear a retort, "I did not think you wanted to."

I quickly turn to him, absolutely desperate, "I want to!"

Daemon's chest tightens when he sees what he does.

He rolls to his side again and brings his hands to my face, wiping my tears with his thumb. He then pulls me into his chest, arm going around me, "don't cry, sweet girl." He presses a kiss on my head, "this will not happen again."

"It better fucking not," I whine helplessly, my own arms going around him. Daemon is as surprised as I am with my words, but I decide not to apologize for them when he presses another kiss on me.

The next day, when my eyes flutter open, I take in the sound of breathing and a heart beat against my ear. It seems I shifted in my sleep as now my head was rested by the crook of my husband's neck, chest pressed against his. His arm was around my shoulder.

I lift my eyes and take in his features, only now allowing myself to admit that he was stunning. He was stunning and mine, my husband. My hands reach up to retrace his jaw and nose. My face begins to heat up as I the image of him last night plays in my head.

I chuckle to myself but then I bite my lower lip quickly, as not to wake the sleeping being with my noise.

My hands find their way to his chest where I then begin to draw delicate lines that form nothing. I rip my hand away when I suddenly hear a slamming at the door. I begin to panic and pull the sheets up around me as I hear a voice I could vaguely recognize call out to me and Daemon.

I am completely frazzled, absolutely unsure of what to do.

I look between the door and Daemon, deciding I should not risk letting anyone see us naked. I sit up quickly and call out hesitantly, unwilling to wake my husband with my voice, "just a moment."

There is another bang on the door, and so next time I speak, it is not as timid and much more annoyed, "just a moment!"

I sigh, deciding to get out of bed. I do not manage to however, as suddenly, a hand is on my arm, holding me back. Daemon's eyes barely blink open, and yet his voice is loud and angry as he yells, "Fuck off!"

I flinch at the intensity of his voice that continues to warn, "come back in a hour, unless you want to lose your head."

In that instant, I give him a nervous expression. He pulls his hand away to rub his fingers on his eyelids and groan. When he finds my gaze again, he moves to caress my skin with the back of his hand.

I lick my lips nervously, "good morning, husband."

He smiles, "good morning, wife."

I clear my throat, "that was my handmaiden," I trail off, "she was probably tasked by my father-"

"Do you want me to kill him?"

My mouth remains parted.

Daemon grunts, shifting to lift his head up slightly, "you said the fucker was a cruel monster," he glides his hand up and down on my back, but quicker this time, "you are mine now; you have no use of him. Say the word and I will make him food for Caraxes."

"I..." I turn away, "I do not want his blood to dirty your hands."

Daemon smiles. He breaks into a laugh as he sits up. I look back at him after he presses a kiss on my shoulder, "I would gladly bloody my hands for you."

I turn to my hands, feeling my cheeks heat up at his words. I pick at my nails and remember his words from last night, "... am I with child now?"

He laughs, so loudly that I turn to him in shock. He pulls me against him, muttering words in a language I still don't understand. His hands travel down my sides, "we can try again in case you aren't."

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Prompt for Feysand—Feyre ends up in the ER (you can decide why, but it should be because she did something embarrassing) and Rhys is the hot doctor ;)

Please be More Carveful

Feyre Archeron x Rhys - Pumpkin Carving

After a disastrous pumpkin carving incident, Feyre's case becomes the latest in a string of Halloween-related incidents at Rhys' hospital

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this! I hope you like it!

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warnings: Language, Blood

1581 words

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“Dr. Night, there’s a patient in room thirty-one waiting for you.”

Rhys rolled his eyes but double-checked his clipboard containing the paperwork for the patients he was supposed to monitor that night.

“Helion, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to call me Doctor when it’s just us?” Rhys told his friend who was wearing an identical white coat. Flipping through the paperwork, Rhys furrowed his brows, “I’m not assigned to room thirty-one tonight, but I can add them to my roster if no other doctor can see them. It might be a bit of a wait though.”

Helion smirked as if he knew something Rhys didn’t. “I know, I’ve already reassigned it to you. I looked over your other assignments, none of them are anywhere close to critical condition.” Helion snorted. “How’s your patient who tried to have sex with a pumpkin?”

Rhys loosed a long-suffering sigh. He’d seen plenty of outrageous, dangerous, and stupid cases pass through the hospital, and he could always count on an influx of idiots around Halloween. There was something about the holiday—season, really—that made people think their horrible ideas were somehow smart.

“He’s sore but he’ll live.” Rhys rolled his eyes while Helion laughed.

“Please tell me he at least used lube,” Helion was grinning. “The Pumpkin Spice flavor would make it really festive.”

Rhys snorted as they began walking down the hallway. “Are you speaking from experience?”

Helion just winked. “You’re always welcome to find out.”

Rhys laughed and shook his head at Helion as they kept walking towards room thirty-one. He waited until they passed a small waiting room to say, “Thanks for the generous offer, but I’m a married man.” Rhys grinned as he flashed Helion his wedding band.

Helion grinned back, his eyes full of delight. “Oh, Feyre is more than welcome to join. I encourage it, in fact.”

Rhys rolled his eyes and glanced at the number on the doors; twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six… “I think monogamy was implied, if not explicit, in our wedding vows.”

“Dr. Night, Dr. Spellcleaver.” An attendant nodded to each of them as they passed.

Helion didn’t respond until they were a few steps away then his grin turned saccharine as he purred “That didn’t stop you two last time.”

Rhys chuckled but leveled Helion a look as they arrived in front of door thirty-one.

Helion winked, then straightened his jacket and nodded towards the door. “Speaking of your lovely wife, I suggest you take care of your patient.”

Rhys blanched. “What?”

Helion patted Rhys on the shoulder and chuckled as he walked away, but Rhys was already turning towards the door and stepping into the room.

The last thing he expected to see during his shift was his wife sitting on the examination table cradling her bloody hand.

***

When Feyre arrived at the hospital she was mentally preparing her explanation as to why she was there. Not for the receptionists or nurses, but for her no doubt overly concerned husband.

Rhys was always professional with his patients, but it seemed that most of his calm, collected demeanor vanished when it was her who was injured.

Initially, she hadn’t planned to go to the hospital, perfectly fine to deal with her injury at home and avoid Rhys’ fretting. They had plenty of medical supplies after all. But after several minutes and more bloody gauze than she could stomach, Feyre finally bit the bullet and drove to the clinic.

She supposed it was a mix of shock and determination that she kept a calm head during her drive because it wasn’t until she’d been ushered into a small patient’s room and left alone that the pain finally hit.

Thankfully by that point most of the bleeding had stopped. Unfortunately, her hand still looked like she’d taken one of those fake blood packets that come with vampire costumes and drenched her hand in it.

Except it wasn’t fake.

Feyre winced as she heard two male voices from the other side of the door and braced herself for the distressed fussiness soon to come.

As Rhys stepped in and met her eyes, she tried to smile but it came out as more of a wince. He was immediately at her side checking her over for injuries besides the obvious one. Once he’d determined all was fine elsewhere, he took her crimson hand in his gloved one and began to examine it with a worried expression.

“What happened?” he demanded, carefully examining her bloodied hand.

Feyre winced. “It’s stupid.”

Rhys’ eyes flew up to hers. “You hurt yourself badly enough to come to the hospital, Feyre. I’d say anything warrantying that isn’t stupid.”

“Believe me, it is.” she sighed, already feeling her cheeks heat up. “And who’s to say I didn’t come in just to see my handsome husband in doctor mode?”

For the first time since Rhys entered the room, he cracked a smile. “If you wanted to play patient, Feyre, Darling,” he flashed a wicked grin, “all you had to do was ask. I’d be happy to give you a thorough examination.”

Feyre matched his grin but it quickly turned into a grimace as he turned her hand to get a better view of her fingers. At her hiss of pain, Rhys lost all sense of teasing and became full mother-hen.

“It looks worse than it is, Rhys.” She tried to explain as he carefully uncurled her bloodstained fingers. “Most of this is dried now anyway.”

His eyes snapped up to hers. “Dried.” He deadpanned. “Meaning it was at one point it was fresh and gushing blood.”

“Gushing is a little strong, don’t you think?”

Rhys quickly grabbed a wet cleansing wipe and began to clear her skin of the dried blood.

Feyre bit her lip. She knew he was upset. Not at her, but about the mere fact of her being hurt. She let him work, the gentle movement of the wipe over her skin soothing to both of them.

“Please tell me what happened, Darling,” Rhys asked again, throwing away the wipe and grabbing a clean gauze wrap and antibacterial ointment. To both their reliefs, the bleeding had completely stopped.

Feyre loosed a long sigh and closed her eyes as Rhys expertly cleaned and bandaged her wound. “I was just trying to get into the Halloween spirit,” she mumbled, now more embarrassed than anything.

“What?” He asked with a raised brow.

“I was trying to be festive.” She hedged again.

“Feyre, Darling,” Rhys stepped closer to her, adjusting her legs so he could step between them and rest his hands on her waist. Now that she was bandaged and no longer covered in blood, he felt much calmer. “Please explain to me how getting into the Halloween spirit ends with your hand bleeding and a trip to the hospital.”

Groaning, Feyre leaned forward until her head pressed into her husband’s chest. Her voice was muffled as she finally explained. “I was carving a jack-o-lantern and watching Hocus Pocus, but I got too distracted with the movie and accidentally cut into my hand instead of the pumpkin.”

Rhys’ fingers, which had been tracing circles on her waist, froze.

“You injured yourself,” she could hear the mirth in his voice as he tried not to laugh, “while carving a pumpkin?”

Feyre pulled back and glared at Rhys who was trying his damnedest not to smile. He wasn’t very successful. Apparently, knowing that she wasn’t going to bleed out allowed him to be far too amused with her situation “Don’t laugh at me,” she warned.

He raised his hands placatingly. “I’m not. I simply find it,” he paused, eyes twinkling with mischief, “interesting that you, Darling, Miss artist extraordinaire, were taken out by a jack-o-lantern.”

“It’s not funny,” she insisted, but Feyre could feel her lip twitching.

Rhys grinned, not missing her attempt to keep a straight face. “Of course not.”

“It’s not.”

Rhys said nothing, simply went back to drawing invisible patterns on her waist, as Feyre’s resolve finally broke and she let out a reluctant chuckle before groaning again and bringing her hands up to over her face.

He pulled her hands back, careful with her bandaged one, and kissed it before resting them on her thighs. Rhys grinned, “Who knew I’d have to add my wife’s case to the list of Haloween-related incidents.“

She rolled her eyes and playfully swatted away his wandering hands. "I really hope this isn’t the most exciting one of the season.”

Rhys stepped back and picked up her purse from the nearby chair. “Don’t worry, Darling, it’s not even the most exciting one of the night.”

“Good.” Jumping down from the table, Feyre grabbed her purse from Rhys’s outstretched hand. “Thank you, Doctor.” she winked as she saw his eyes darken at the title. “I’ll see you at home.”

Rhys followed her out of the small room. “In my professional opinion,” he told her and she merely raised an amused brow, “I suggest not participating in any festive activities for the rest of the day.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “That’s your medical opinion?” she asked dryly.

“Of course,“ he smirked, "and I also suggest that next time, how about you paint your pumpkin instead of carving it.”

She scoffed but smiled as he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

He pulled back and laughed, “Not a chance, Darling”

***

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It was a windy evening. Y/n awaited the return of her husband again, praying to God, "Don't let this be another night of me waiting for the whole night, I'm too tired to be understanding of his duty right now. You know sometimes it is almost as if he enjoys making me wait. Every other constable and even officer gets home on time but not this man, he-"

"You can stop complaining to your Mahadev now priye, your darling husband is home," He stopped to lift his wrist, "two minutes early!"

Y/n watched his lips lift and form a huge smile as he stood with his arms spread out like a starfish.

"Haan toh? Just this week you made me wait for whole night without food and sleep, two minutes early doesn't compensate for it."

Ram's arms dropped comically fast, "But but then I went out and bought some nice crisp hot jalebi, don't forget that," Y/n for some reason found his slight stutter really adorable.

"You bought me sweets the day I had my nirjala vrat because of you, patidev."

The smirk on her face was a tell tale sign of how much she was enjoying reminding him of the night and the following day. Ram was certain that if he didn't do something immediately or more like if somebody above didn't do something, he'd have hear about it for the rest of his life.

One day he didn't come home and his woman used it against him every chance she got. He loved it, not that he'd ever say it.

"I still think you should say sorry and opt out of it, I don't think you can do eleven nirjala pradosh." Now she could argue that he was being mean, and she could absolutely do it but God's knew she couldn't.

For an entire day she had bugged Akhtar to Ram home. "Just tell him something shocking, he'll come running!"

After which poor sweet Akhtar slowly inched away and ran out of the house and straight to station.

Concisely that day he had to run back forth a lot before he hid himself in the shop.

"You're right I can't but now I have to, you cruel cruel man, how does one forget his own wife?"

Her words were harsh but her face- she had the most beautiful wide smile.

Being in the station and having to watch terrible stuff go on was exhausting. Ram felt like every day he stepped in that place a small piece of his soul left.

Y/n was a breath of fresh air, he looked forward to being with her at the start and end of his day.

Her friendship had eased his tension on the stormiest nights and annoyed him on the sunniest days. She knew it and she didn't intend to stop till he asked her to.

"Now that your self praise is done, dinner? I made aalu ka halwa."

Y/n turned to the kitchen to begin heating up everything.

Quickly he took off his uniform and kept it aside and went to shower. Usually he'd sit there and think for an hour but he feared if he made Y/n wait a other night for dinner, then she'd be having him as dinner. Also aalu ka halwa.

"So-"

"So?" A quick snort was awarded before she disappeared back in kitchen. "Sit, this will heat up in a second!"

"Do you want help?" Sitting alone was something he'd prefer in station, not at home.

She didnt answer but came out with a container, "Help? Itna pyaar? Mar na jau main!" She looked at him. He was currently giving her the most flat expression ever. "I'm kidding! The best help is to sit, eat and tell me about your day."

"Usually you keep shouting and whining about how work at the mill along with chores at home are crushing you. Now that your man offers help, you make fun of him. He bhagwaan mere hi bhagya m aisi ladki likhi?"

Hearing as she broke out tittering, Ram allowed a smile to form. "Now give me my halwa."

"Ji ji, right away," She scooped some out of the bowl and kept it aside, "but first, here is food."

"Skip to dessert?"

Quitely chuckling she set his plate, "Acha listen your uniform needs to be washed, so-"

"So?"

"So, take a leave tomorrow yaar." She just hoped he'd listen to her. He had no weekly leaves, worked close to sixteen hours, didn't even have leaves on festive occasions. How he had managed to live like this for years was a mystery she didn't want to solve.

"Why do I need to take leave for that? I have another."

It surprised Y/n how he didn't even take a second to consider it. Was it truly so bad for him? Did he truly could not afford a day off?

"Ram," She tore herself a bite, "one day? Just one day? Last time you stayed home was six months ago."

He inconclusively mmphed. Work seemed to have shifted his focus from his work to hers.

Y/n listened to him go off on a tangent about how some people from her workplace were protesting in front of British offices. He had to be there and curb them.

"You know for a second I thought you'd be there but thank God you weren't. By the way, why were they protesting, you never said anything about the problems at the mill."

Her breath took up a bit, he was right. Why didn't I tell him?

"Ram you know British, they poke their noses in everything and everywhere. I didn't think they'd be so interested or that their interest would run for so long. Anyway, you're taking a day off tomorrow and that is it."

Ram tried to protest. He could find the leader of God's any day now.

But wouldnt it be easier to find him when you're not dressed as an officer?

He had the perfect excuse infront of him and he seized it.

"Alright dear wife, I'll stay in tomorrow." He could hear leaves crinkle as wind blew pleasantly. "Chalo at least it's a good weather, I think I'll have a nice sleep."

"Haan, let's sleep out tonight!"

He had no idea how she managed to be so mature yet so childish at times.

"No, let's not give ourselves up to mosquitoes."

As if she knew he'd say so, she just went to wash the dishes and then changed into more comfortable clothes.

For a second she just stopped to stand in the courtyard and feel the wind in her hair and earth between her toes. Moonlight painted the world in a silver sheen while the lamps Cast a holy glow on her face.

Life had changed in past few months, she got married and then managed to form a decent relationship with Ram. Speaking of who, she hoped he wasn't planning to spend the night reading as always. That man was in desperate need of rest as anyone could be.

"Baaki ka I think you can finish up tomorrow?" Quickly she grabbed the diary and moved away before he could snatch it back.

"Nahi na, just a few pages and then I'll keep it away," well he could argue but Y/n recognized his excuses. It was never a few pages, it was either no page or all pages there was no in between.

"You have a chance to sleep properly, ek toh I don't why Mahadev bound me to single most stubborn and stupid man."

"Haan so what if I'm stubborn, you're stubborn too!"

"Not like you, at least I take care of myself!"

"I'm the one who takes care of you, devi!"

"How? When you're at duty? Bhoot bnke?"

"I send you food that you like! Last week I sent pyaaz k pakode, samosa and all, how can you say i don't?"

Ram looked at her as she stomped to the bed and lied down, "Haan that all you remember, you just can't remember to sleep or inform me!"

He rubbed his forehead and went to sit beside her. "Acha baba, I'll read tomorrow, bas?"

Cute as she looked irritated, Ram liked it better when she was pleased and happy.

"I mean abhi kl chhutti h toh, let's take a walk?"

It was nice weather for the first time in the season and Y/n did not want to spend that moment inside when she could be out, enjoying.

"Ahaan, walk and all you want to do but reading becomes an issue, nice. Chalo." Smiling to herself she got up and put on her sandals.

"You love it too, husband," She laughed as she saw Ram get shy after she winked at him.

"Pasand toh h, chalo madam aapki tamanna puri krde."

That's how they found themselves wandering just at the edge of the more forested area of the city. Somewhere along the walk Ram started talking about his work, divulging his stress.

"You're talented and studious, you could as easily get into other work, why do you keep going back to that good for nothing job?"

Y/n gently probed him.

"No Y/n you don't understand.. ever since I was a kid, this has been my goal. I always knew I wanted to get here. Haan, I just never realized how taxing this would be but that goal never changed."

The control in his voice, the tense shoulders broke her heart. Everybody was mourning the loss of their free will and here was this man, this man who made his choice to give up that free will.

"This goal, is it so important?"

"More than me."

After he trailed off, Ram didn't speak for good few minutes. Y/n didn't have the words either.

So they simply kept strolling.

"It's late, we should head back." Ram felt scared, he hadnt wanted to say a lot and then close off. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to say something. Perhaps he would finds the right words in the morning.

Anyways he was sure his wife would, she had that talent.

[green-socks]

Hi Sam and congratulations on your milestone! You are such a sweetheart and I’m glad our paths crossed here 🎉❤️

For your celebration, may I ask a short thing with a TF boy of your choice and the trope “there was only one bed”? It’s such a classic and I love it so much 🥰

Darling I'm always super excited to see you in my notifications or anywhere really!💖🥰 Thank you for this request!! I had a lot of fun with it, thought it might not be quite what you expected (well maybe the boy I chose is no surprise because I clearly have a problem), but I hope you enjoy anyway!😂😂 Also you said short thing but I ran with it so it's not so short?

Night Terrors

Pairing: Benny Miller x gn!reader (platonic!)

Summary: After a party at Frankie's house you're too tired to drive home, so the host of course let's you stay the night. But there's only one bed left, and Benny's already in it!

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: I curse?

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”Sorry, I can only offer the garret, all the others are already taken,” Frankie explained to you apologetically.

“Frankie, it’s okay, I’ll be happy as long as I just get to sleep. Thank you for letting me stay, I appreciate it,” you told him earnestly, even while fighting to keep your eyes open. You were so tired it had been a relief when Frankie had said he didn’t want you driving home this late, because you had honestly been dreading the possibility of falling asleep while driving, even if the journey wasn’t long.

“There’s also only one bed up there, but Benny said he was fine sharing, if that’s okay with you? I didn’t want him driving this late either.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll head up there in a minute.”

“You got everything you need? We put some blankets and pillows on the bed, but if you need anything else, let me know,” Frankie said, waving to you as he headed up to his own bedroom where his wife was already asleep. You could tell Frankie was just as tired as you were, and you knew you wouldn’t be bothering him even if you did need something. You’d be fine.

You were a little disappointed having to share with Benny, even if you didn’t admit it out loud. Not because he made you uncomfortable or anything like that - he was one of your best friends - but you were just used to sleeping alone and preferred that. You had never shared with Benny before, but you had shared with Santiago once or twice during similar situations when the house was too full after a party, and he had been a perfectly nice bunkmate. Now he had a girlfriend, though, so he was obviously sleeping with her.

Benny was already lying on the bed when you made your way up to the top of the house into the tiny attic room.

“Hey, could you put my phone to charge? I was too tired to get up anymore,” he mumbled sleepily into his pillow, pointing at his phone next to him.

“Yeah, sure.”

You took his phone and charger and plugged it in what you assumed was the only socket in the room before turning the light off. With the last of your strength, you peeled off your jeans, and if Benny heard you whining at the effort it took, he didn’t comment on it.

“G’night,” Benny slurred as you fell into the pillows next to him.

“Night, Ben,” you slurred back.

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An undetermined time later you woke up all sweaty and hot. The reason became quickly apparent as you registered the human furnace plastered along your back.

“Bennyyy,” you groaned, elbowing him in the ribs, “get off me.”

Benny only grunted and rolled off you, landing on his back.

“How are you so hot? It’s winter,” you demanded grumpily, even as you turned your back on him again.

“Thanks, babe, you’re hot too.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

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The next time you woke up it was to Ben snoring. He was still lying on his back with his neck bent in a weird position, making his breathing sound much more laborious than it should.

You huffed, poking his side again. “You’re snoring,” was all you said before once again turning away from him, continuing your sleep.

“Sorry,” came his groggy reply.

-

You felt something poking at your arm insistently.

“Did you just take my pillow?”

You tried to ignore the bothersome poking and were drifting away again when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Did you take my pillow?”

“Whah?” Your barely conscious mind tried to comprehend why you were being bothered again.

“You took my pillow.”

You shook your head to clear it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You just took my pillow,” Benny insisted.

“I did not! Why the fuck would I take your pillow?! I was sleeping,” you hissed at him.

“Yes, you did, you sat up, reached over, and yanked my pillow from under my head!”

“If I did then why is your pillow under your head right now?” you whisper-yelled, getting more confused by the second.

“I don’t know,” Benny shrugged, “all I know is you took my pillow.”

“What the fuck is happening..” You stared at him with wide eyes in the darkness. “Which one of us is hallucinating right now?”

“I dunno. Just leave my pillow alone.” And with that he settled himself down to sleep again.

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The fourth time you woke up was to Benny’s arm landing on your stomach.

“Hey, ouch.”

It seemed that Benny hadn’t woken up and had just switched positions while sleeping, so you decided to punish him for it and threw his arm back on his own torso as hard as you could. Man, his arm was heavy.

You shut your eyes again, only for the arm to come flying back a minute later, landing on your stomach again. You let out a little growl in annoyance and again threw the arm back, this time pushing his side for good measure.

Again, you shut your eyes, hoping you would still be able to fall asleep quickly, when the arm came at you for the third time, this time with his stupid forearm landing directly on your face.

“For fuck’s sake--” You sat up angrily to glare at Benny, only to find him wide awake and laughing noiselessly.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he said between chuckles.

“You little shit.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ll get up now, you can still sleep for a little longer if you wanna.”

-

Needless to say, you were unable to continue sleeping after that, so a while of huffing and puffing and tossing and turning later, you got up to follow Benny downstairs.

Most of the others were already up and having breakfast when you joined them.

“Good morning,” Santi’s girlfriend chirped, offering you a glass of juice. “You sleep well?”

“Remember when we slept there last time?” Santi asked her, pulling her to him, smirking. “It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Oh yes, Benny and I had so much fun up there, too,” you said, rolling your eyes at them. They were being too lovey-dovey for your taste this early in the day.

The lovebirds froze in their nuzzling, turning to look at you with raised eyebrows. “You-- you and Benny--?”

“What?! God no, that was sarcasm! I did not, in fact, have fun with him last night,” you grumbled. “Kept waking me up.”

“What about you?” Benny chimed in. “You kept kicking me and made weird noises all the time. Made me wonder if I should’ve called an exorcist,” he joked.

“I did no such thing!”

“Did too!”

“And you wonder why none of the rest of us ever want to bunk with you two…” Will muttered from behind his coffee cup, making both you and Benny look at him with utterly scandalized expressions.

Apparently, you and Benny were both little terrorists and the rest were all too happy to have you bother each other with it. You were definitely thinking twice before your next sleepover with these people you called friends.

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tagsies (as always, this is not an obligation to do anything!!): @writeforfandoms @starlightmornings @lorecraft @niki-xie @salome-c @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @sgnjimmy @lorosette @time-is-a-lake

[ack3rlady]

The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 7

Summer

Chapters: Six | Seven

Master List

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff

Word Count: ~2.74k

Inspiration: Don't Go - Exo

A/N: And with this chapter, I conclude this series. Thank you for all the love you all gave my baby project!

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse, @red-n-tall, @badbitxhbuckybarnes , @sweet-assh0le

‘Why am I nervous? We've done much more than just kiss. For fucks sake! I'm the mother of his child.’

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before pushing the cart from behind your truck towards the large glass doors of the café. You had offered to take today’s batch of bread and pastries to Levi’s to snag a chance to see him, much to Mikasa’s annoyance.

“Oi, brat! You’re late.”, Levi remarked without looking up from his laptop when the bell above the door rang with your entrance, expecting her to have finally arrived.

“Levi, I’m so sorry! I made an impromptu decision to come here instead of Mikasa and -”, you emerged from behind the lofty stack of boxes.

Your hair was up in a messy bun, you were panting from hauling the weight and the resultant perspiration made you glow. Your continual rambling about why you were late, instantly gave him a feeling of Déjà vu, hurling him eight years back in time to the morning when he first laid his eyes on you.  Mirroring that day, he couldn’t focus on anything you were saying, gawking at you with unblinking eyes given how stupefied he was by the sight before his eyes and the sound of your voice.

“Levi? Are you listening?”, you waved your hand in front of his face, disrupting the mental movie playing in his head.

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. Hi.” he shook his head vigorously and blinked a few times to bring himself back to the present.

Both a blushing mess, you stood by the entrance to the cafe, smiling at each other like two smitten high-schoolers.

“Are you finally back together?”, a shriek from the opposite end of the seating area made your ears ring.

The cacophony was loud enough that Erwin’s head immediately peaked out of his office; his face riddled with confusion. Both your necks snapped towards the source - Hange was running in your direction with the brightest grin on their face. Every head in the room was turned towards you. Eren and other new members of staff at the café, Armin, Jean, Sasha and Connie were slack jawed with their gaping eyes fixed on you after being subjected to this abrupt and unnecessary announcement. One look from Levi sent them scrambling back to work.

“Fucking four-eyes.” he mumbled as they came closer.

“I knew it! You lovebirds couldn’t stay apart for long!”, they squealed with joy enveloping you both in an spontaneous group hug, not giving Levi an opportunity to flinch away.

“Shhh! Calm down, Hange! We’re not back together. Yet.”, you tugged on their hands trying to free yourself from their clasp.

Levi's eyes met and stayed on yours when you uttered the last word, the way his heart fluttered at the sound of it clearly reflecting on his face.

Yet.

“But you were together last night. You have both put in way too much effort in your appearances today. And the color on Short-stack's cheeks can be spotted from Mars! What am I missing here?”, they observed, unaware of the heat rising within their two friends thinking about their final moments together at the Ackerman home yesterday.

Always the perceptive one, Hange. They weren’t entirely wrong. You did spend forty minutes in your closet hunting for the one floral lemon-yellow dress that Levi loved seeing you in; piling on deodorant while simultaneously cursing the hot summer. You picked your reflection in the mirror apart for way too long, fiddling with the necklace he bought you ages ago while rehearsing what you would say to him.

By the looks of it, he did too. He looked oh-so handsome today. Granted, he always did. But today was different. He wore your favorite navy-blue button-down shirt with slate grey slacks, sleeves folded to reveal his toned fore arms, and the top two buttons left open to aid with the sweltering heat; or was it because he knew that it made you weak in the knees when he wore his shirts that way? And his cheeks and ears were definitely a brighter shade of pink than the raspberry compote on the cheesecake you brought.

He stood pinching the bridge of his nose, his breathing starting to speed up. You figured it was his attempt at suppressing the strong urge to smack the grin right off Hange’s face.

“Hange, I promise, I’ll give you all the details later. But for now, Levi and I have things to discuss.”, you pulled him away before he could act on his impulse.

Taking a seat at the table by the large bay window, kissed by the morning sun, you watched the city slowly rise awake with your cheek resting on the palm of your hand. Levi, who was walking back from the kitchen with a cup of tea for himself and a caramel latte for you, stopped in his tracks to mentally frame this image. It was as if you were a different person than who he met over the last two days.

There were no signs of the anxious but adoring mother from yesterday nor the bewildered, pained ex-wife from the day before; you were the same clumsy, moody, garrulous, as well as kind, selfless and mesmerizing woman he fell madly in love with when you walked in through the doors of this very place eight years ago. How could one person flood his heart with a barrage of different emotions this way?

You acknowledged him with a soft ‘hi’ accompanied by a smile when he sat down on the chair opposite to you, nervous about the forthcoming conversation. You stole occasional glances at each other while sipping your beverages, hesitating to be the one to say the first word.

“Do you hate me?”, he asked out of the blue, his gaze locked on his cup.

“No! Why would you think that?”

“Uh- you obviously had a chance to think about what I said to you after going home last night. Why would you possibly want to still see me?”

“Well, I’m here, aren't I? I want to work on us if you’re willing to try as well, Levi. I want to see where this takes us.”, you smiled, placing your hand on his.

"Me too."

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Four months later

The day of Suki and Furlan's wedding was finally here. The venue was set, guests had arrived and you were busy helping the bride get ready for her special day, having spent all morning with her, Isabel and the other bridesmaids in the bridal suite, chatting away in excitement and anticipation for the day ahead.

“Honestly speaking, Suki, I’d have a hard time keeping my hands off you if I were Furlan”, you teased while draping the veil into her hair, causing her to bury her face into her palms.

“You’re one to talk! Levi has been looking for reasons to see you all morning. I had to turn him away thrice already. I'm pretty sure he is going to murder me after the wedding is over.”, Isabel shot back with a smirk.

The last four months had been nothing short of a whirlwind. After that morning at the cafe, having breakfast with Levi turned into a routine. He brought Luna along on most days, and the three of you spent time chatting and admiring the toddler’s antics over tea and scones while sitting at your usual table by the bay window. Sometimes you’d have her accompany you to the patisserie to give Levi a much-deserved break.

Everyone there was enamored with the little firecracker. Her Uncle Miche had always been her favorite because the gentle giant ferried her around the large kitchen on his shoulders. Bertholdt and Reiner would happily comply to all the orders their mini boss belted out. Annie, although a little awkward around her, listened intently to her endless stories; Mikasa secretly pampered her with numerous treats even after several warnings from you, and Nanaba would fuss over her all the time and try to keep the little one all to herself, earning protests from the others.

The evenings varied between taking Luna to the park or the pier, or just spending time indoors at your place or his. You even celebrated her fourth birthday two weeks ago. All your friends and family, along with some little friends the birthday girl had made at the park were invited. You spent a beautiful evening in the backyard of your house around a bonfire, with a delectable meal and wonderful company.

Levi especially made sure you knew that you were being wooed by taking you out on date nights every now-and-then to the finest of restaurants, walks on the beach, to the drive-in theater a few miles outside your town, or star gazing from your favorite spot up the nearby hill. You both were working through your differences and had barely had any disagreements during the time spent together. Things were slowly falling in place; in fact, this newly re-built relationship with him felt much stronger than ever before.

The flashback ended when the wedding planner knocked on the door indicating it was time for the ceremony to begin. You, Isabel, and the other bridesmaids ushered Suki to her designated spot, making sure her dress, hair, make up and flowers looked perfect.

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Standing at the altar by Furlan’s side as his best man, Levi was relieved that he would finally be seeing you soon after being apart all morning. Lately, the two of you spent most of your time together; and this sudden separation had him feeling restless.

On cue, the two harpists seated on either side of the rows began to play heavenly tune of ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perry, a prompt for the bride’s party to start making their way towards the altar. He watched patiently as bridesmaids accompanied by groomsmen walked down the aisle, waiting for you to finally appear. He almost forgot to breathe when your form eventually entered the nave, walking a short distance behind Isabel and one of Furlan’s friends.

You wore the emerald gown from your encounter with him at the store four months ago, and looked a million times more beautiful this morning. Your usually open hair was tied into an elegant loose braid with some curly strands framing your face. The sun rays falling on your silhouette from the towering stained-glass windows of the church made you look like an angel descending solely upon him. He finally began breathing again when you smiled at him and mouthed “breathe”, after taking your position at the altar.

Levi only peeled his eyes away from you when Luna’s giggles reverberated off the stone walls as she waddled down the aisle, scattering petals of baby pink roses, about the same shade has her chubby cheeks, on the ivory carpet. You wiped a stray tear rolling down your face as you both proudly watched her play the part of a flower girl with utmost perfection. Upon making it to the end, she ran to you and buried her face in your gown, suddenly feeling shy from the cheers and applause she received from the smitten guests.

You instantly scooped her up and held her close, letting her nuzzle into the crook of your neck, cooing sweet words of encouragement into her ears. Levi was so taken by this divine scene before him that he failed to notice the bride's much awaited walk down the aisle; surprised to directly find Suki standing at the altar, facing Furlan with her lips curved into the widest smile before his attention found you and Luna again.

He lost track of how long he was marveling at his two perfect girls for, until he felt an elbow harshly crash into his ribs, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Is this revenge for your wedding?”, Furlan frowned.

Levi blankly stared at him, having no clue what he was talking about

“Ring, Levi!”, the fuming groom growled.

Oh, right. He pursed his lips in embarrassment melting under the scrutiny of the baffled guests while he handed over the ring that was in the safety of his blazer’s pocket. His eyes darted towards an alarmed Suki and silently apologized to her. Then his gaze moved back to you, an impish smirk on your face as you stared back at him, knowing exactly what was going on in his mind.

Fuck! Furlan was not going to let this go for a long time.

Luna had lost interest in the festivities midway through the nuptials and had fallen asleep in your arms. After the ceremony, when everyone began to make their way outside the chapel, Levi swiftly moved over to walk beside you and offered to carry the snoozing toddler. You groaned after her weight left your body, stretching your sore shoulders and aching back .

“Stop that. You have no idea how hard it is to control myself from jumping your bones, especially when you look this gorgeous.”, Levi whispered in your ear, snaking an arm around your waist.

You glanced around awkwardly making sure his words did not fall on any prying ears and gave him a quick smack on the shoulder, trying to suppress the heat creeping up your neck.

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Time skip – Evening

The wedding reception was underway. You sat at a table sipping lemonade, watching the newlyweds grooving to the beats of music being played by DJ Zeke. Levi swapped his usual glass of Macallan for a cup of ginger lemon tea; His reason being that his throat was sore from carrying out best man duties. But you knew he was just being supportive of your goal to stay off alcohol.

Erwin and Hange sat by the bar, socializing with Furlan’s Boss, Mr. Pyxis while Luna was busy playing duck-duck-goose with some new toddler friends she made at the venue. Levi needed to be physically restrained from ambushing Isabel who he had discovered slow dancing with the same groomsman that walked alongside her at the ceremony. Miche and Nanaba were spotted in a rare public embrace, dancing leisurely to the slow music; and your army of helpers consisting of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie took the lead on setting up tables as yours and Levi’s patisserie and café were the official caterers for the evening.

The choice of DJ Zeke's next track brought a sparkle to your eyes. Your smile spread from ear to ear when ‘Fly me to the Moon' by Frank Sinatra emanated from the speakers. You sang along and began swaying cheerfully in your seat to the melody.

“Remember, Levi? This was the song we had our first dance to at our wedding.” you reminisced; a nostalgic smile spread across your face.

“How can I forget?”, he asked.

His eyes were unfocused, lost in memories of his own. He remembered how ethereal you looked in your white wedding dress. How your diamond jewelry shimmered under the spotlight, how you whispered honeyed words into his ears when he felt exceptionally uncomfortable dancing in public, how warm your hands felt wrapped around his body, how your breath tickled his neck. He’d give anything just to go back and relive that moment.

You gaze was still lost among people enjoying themselves on the dance floor when a stretched-out hand entered your line of vision. Your eyes followed it to land on Levi’s face. A quirk in your eyebrows wordlessly asked him what this action meant.

“Let's dance.”, he said.

“You, Levi Ackerman, are willingly asking me to dance? Did someone spike your tea?” You smirked, earning an eye roll from him.

“Oi, brat! Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“May I have this dance with you, my love?”

You accepted and the pair of you headed towards the dance floor. He gently pulled you close to him and firmly held on to your hand. His other hand wrapped firmly around your waist and you rested yours on his shoulder. You both moved to the slow rhythm in perfect harmony, as you drowned in those gorgeous blue-grey eyes. It felt like the world around you had dissolved and it was just the two of you and the music.

“You look nice today. I see you bought the same gray suit you hated with a fiery passion.”, you teased.

“How could I not after you said you liked it?”

You looked over his shoulder to Suki and Furlan flashing you a wide grin from across the dance floor. And so did Hange, Miche and Nanaba from over that the bar. Erwin gently raised his drink in your direction. The heat from the from the sudden metaphorical spot light you stood under was cooled by the kiss Levi planted on your cheek.

“Did I tell you how lucky I feel to have you?”, he whispered into your ear as while brushing strands of hair off your face.

“I could stand to hear it more often.”, You hid your blush by resting your forehead on his shoulder, feeling too shy to keep his gaze.

“It's true. You’re the most beautiful woman is this room tonight, scratch that, you’ll be the most beautiful woman anywhere, any day; and I get the honor of calling you mine.” he cooed, drawing gentle circles on your back with his fingers.

“You’re awfully talkative today!”, you lifted your head again to reveal a contagious coy smile spread across your lips.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ve always been talkative.”,

“Come with me.”, he moved you off his chest and tugged at your hand.

“Where?”, you asked in utter confusion, and a bit of annoyance at the wonderful moment being ruined, just to receive silence in response.

Levi quickly glanced over to find Luna munching on garlic bread sticks with Erwin and Hange, as he guided you away from the venue and towards the lake nearby. The ripples in the water gleamed under the moonlight, resembling liquid silver. Warm yellow light from the lamps on either side of a wooden dock dimly illuminated the path that led to a gorgeous gazebo that stood at the end, its ceiling sprinkled with fairy lights that defined the intricate floral carvings in the wood. You stood in the center of the structure and slowly spun around, marveling at the work of whose ever brilliant hands built it.

“Levi, this is stunning!”, you said gazing in all directions, running your fingers over the sophisticated engravings.

“Yes, it is.”, Levi agreed, his eyes not on the architecture, but instead on the human embodiment of radiant sunny day that stood by his side.

Not remotely expecting anything to outshine the sight before you, your vision was captured by an extravagant display of red, green, and gold against the dark blanket of the night’s sky. You jumped when the sound of the first soaring explosion caught you off guard. An arm slid across your waist and a kiss was placed on your temple. You were enamored by the shattering sparks of the fireworks, eliciting frequent oohs and aahs, until a voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“Marry me.”

It took you a few seconds to fully register what you just heard. But when you did, overwhelming feelings of joy rendered you speechless; fingers absentmindedly running over the carved railing of the gazebo, stunned orbs darting between the brilliant sky and the love of your life.

This time Levi had to remind you to breathe.

Your eyes and lips both turned into wide Os, and you slapped your hands to cover your gaping mouth when he slowly lowered himself to kneel before you, opening a little black box containing the same gorgeous ruby ring from all those years ago, which he sneaked out of your nightstand during one of his visits.

“I know that you said you wanted to take this slow. But the last four months with you have been the most precious of my life, where I got a glimpse of what having a perfect family would be like. I learnt the hard way, what I lost when I lost you and you gave me a second chance at finding happiness when you decided to come back. I promise to love and protect you every single day for the rest of my life, and even after. You complete me, love, and you complete our family. So, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Ackerman, again?”

“Levi...”, your trembling voice was barely audible.

“Yes.”, you breathed, letting the floodgates finally open when he slid the ring on your finger.

He got back on his feet and engulfed you into the tightest embrace as you wept joyous tears into his shoulders.

“I love you so much!”

“I love you too!”, moving to look into your eyes, he cupped your face with warm hands.

And finally, his lips found yours.

It felt... like home;

Like laying in a cozy bed after a long day of work, like the warm chocolate sauce on a cold scoop of ice-cream, like wearing a fuzzy sweater on a crisp autumn evening, like walking barefoot on the beach at sunset, like taking a cool shower on a blazing summer afternoon, like everything you ever needed.

After being torn apart from the one person who made your life perfect, you were finally back in the soothing confines of his strong arms, resting against his able chest, ready to fall apart; all while the fireworks in the sky mirrored the fireworks in your hearts.

“Mama! Papa!”

You were awoken from this surreal euphoria by the most beautiful squeal you had ever heard. Both your heads turned towards the source of it – a tiny figure running towards you with all her might while all your near and dear ones including the newlyweds watched from a distance, cheering merrily.

“They knew?”, you gasped, sobbing and sniffling from the joyous tears.

“Yeah, pretty much everyone but you knew.”

Luna flew into Levi’s open arms when he bent down to receive her. The three of you merged into one blob of a positively smothering family hug, only pulling away to pepper each other with more kisses. Levi held his two girls close. His sun and moon were now back together in the sky of his life. He looked into Luna’s crescent shaped eyes and whispered,

“Moon beam, Mama’s coming home.”

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 18

Request: Yes or No

Also kind of short

~

You stared out at the river, fingers warm from the heat of the mug in your hands. You felt tired, empty, and disappointed. The roof was a nice place to sit and think. Your gaze dropped down to the ground below.

"I don't believe this is the safest way to test your abilities, (Y/N). Especially since Sam doesn't have on his wings." Vision said in concern, watching Sam hype himself up. You shook your head, laughing.

"It's definitely not safe." You grinned, watching Sam. He looked down from his spot on the roof, shaking off nerves.

"Run the idea by me again." Vision said as Wanda chuckled softly.

"Alright, Sam is gonna jump off the roof and I'm gonna use my powers to keep up in the air. If they don't work, Wanda will catch him."

"You're gonna allow this, Wanda?" Vision looked at the redhead. Wanda shrugged, sipping on her tea with a small smile.

"Ready?" Sam called, sliding down his googles. You nodded, backing up a bit, grinning widely. Sam backed up out of sight before running off the roof. You raised your hand, watching him suddenly fly up. He screamed, arms and legs flailing.

"You might gonna to catch him, Vis!" You called as Sam briefly disappeared past a cloud. Vision flew up, catching Sam and flying back to the ground. Sam raised a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat as he panted.

"Again?"

"Again."

"Kind of chilly out here, don't you think?" You turned your head, looking at Tony. He took a seat beside you, sighing.

"So, how'd it go?" Tony asked, turning to look at you. You licked your lips, lightly shrugging as you sipped on your hot chocolate.

"Good. I learned a lot about my family. It was confirmed that, uh, I was indeed abandoned by my mother. It's great." You told him, giving a small nod. Tony hummed.

"It builds character." Tony said. You snorted, looking down at the hot chocolate.

"Yeah, I guess so." You muttered.

"What'd you learn?" Tony asked, watching you. You sighed, head tilting up. You stared at the passing clouds.

"That my dad was killed here... By.. The Winter Soldier." You breathed out. Tony stayed silent, frowning as he nodded.

"I.. I can't blame him. He was brainwashed and not in control. How did you react when you found out about Bucky and your parents?" You asked, looking at him. Tony licked his lips, looking away from you. He seemed to think about his words, eyes squinting slightly.

"I.. I was more hurt by Rogers than by what Barnes did. Rogers kept it from me and he never planned on telling me. Even if we didn't consider each other friends.. We were teammates. How was I supposed to be okay with trusting him with my life when he was never gonna tell me about my parents?" Tony frowned, sighing heavily. You bit your bottom lip.

"I'm sorry Steve betrayed you like that." You said softly. You wouldn't want to work with someone who betrayed you either. You took in a small breath, looking at him curiously.

"Do you think Steve knows? About my dad?"

"Unless Barnes saw some similarities between you and your dad, probably not. Your dad covered his tracks. He made sure he wouldn't be connected to his family. Very smart of him." Tony offered a small smile. You reached into your back pocket, taking out a photo. It was of the whole family. Your grandparents, Florine, Michael, and even Gerdie as a pup. You turned it around to the back, looking at the phone number.

'Call when you need me, kid'

"People really need to stop calling me kid." You mumbled, huffing softly. Tony chuckled.

"You look like one."

"Oh, fuck off, old man." You gave Tony a playful glare. He scoffed, touching his chest dramatically.

"Are you really gonna retire? I mean, at this point, you're asking to be called an old man." You pointed out, grinning when Tony rolled his eyes.

"Pepper and Morgan need me. I don't want to be an absent father. I know how it feels to have one and.. I don't want to be like my father. I won't make the same mistakes."

"You'll make new mistakes." You shrugged lightly. Tony shot you a look. "But I'm sure you're a great father!"

"Right." Tony grunted, shaking his head. You chuckled softly, placing your cup beside you. You inhaled softly.

"When I was drunk.. I vividly remembering saying that you suck before passing out. What happened?"

"Oh, you were a goddamn mess. Definitely an emotional drunk." Tony replied, making you groan softly, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"You said I was a lucky bastard and you cried.. You also kissed me." Tony looked at you, gaze searching for a reaction. Your lips parted, brows raising.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Uhm.." You licked your lips, straightening up and clearing your throat. You stayed silent, thinking of what to say in response.

"Pepper doesn't have to know. It was a drunk kiss that nobody really saw, right? I mean, I already have enough on my plate. I don't need an angry wife on top of that." You blurted out, shrugging lightly. Tony cleared his throat, nodding.

"Yeah, of course. It barely lasted a second." Tony looked forward, scratching the side of his neck. Awkward silence took over, both you and Tony unsure on how to proceed without making things even more weird.

"How are you?" Tony suddenly asked, turning towards you. "Like, in general."

"Terrible."

"Yeah, I feel that. Wanna... Wanna talk about it?" Tony asked. You stared at him, brows furrowing.

"Are you practicing on me for when Morgan needs a talk with you?" You questioned, head tilting slightly. Tony shrugged.

"Yes and no."

"That's nice." You huffed softly, gaze drifting towards the setting sun. You watched him, shoulders slumping.

"I feel.. Incredibly alone. Yeah, Nat is here but I can't rely on her. She has her own issues to deal with. Bruce... Bruce is god fucking knows where and if I tried talking to him, he'd probably just stand there. Clint is also god fucking knows where. Thor fucked off the moment they came back from killing Thanos. The outerspace crew is kind of weird. Steve is... Steve. He'd just give me a speech and a pat on the shoulder. Carol barely comes to Earth and she's also pretty intimidating." You licked your lips, shaking your head as you brought your knees up to your chest.

"The people I used to talk to have either.. Died or chosen to leave. I have to take care of a big ass fucking farmhouse cause its goddamn owner left! My life is slowly falling apart and I have to comfort myself cause nobody seems to care enough! I am so fucking tired of feeling tired. I thought I had found a family but I guess I'm not good enough for those." You raised your voice, feeling the wind get harsh for a quick minute. You let out a deep breath, eyes shutting to keep the tears from falling. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders, gently leaning you against a warm body. You sniffle, a shakey sigh leaving you.

"And I am so tired of crying." You whispered. Tony gently leaned his head against yours, hand squeezing your arm.

"I know.. I'm sorry." He said quietly. You relaxed against him, feeling numb and empty. You looked down at the photo. You wondered if this was the life Michael had wanted for you. To be a hero to a planet missing fifty percent of its inhabitants.

"You know what might make you feel better?" Tony asked.

"What?" You sat up, using the sleeve of your jacket to wipe your nose as you sniffled. Tony stood, motioning for you to follow. He offered his hand, watching you pick up the mug. You took his hand, holding it as Tony led you off the roof and down the stairs. You placed the mug on the nearest table, letting him guide you outside and onto the field. You stood in the middle, looking at him with furrowed brows.

"Letting it out." He finally answered, letting go of your hand and taking some steps back. He raised his arms.

"Let it out. Scream, kick, punch, curse. Let it all out." Tony said, smiling widely. You sniffled, still unsure.

"C'mon, I'll do it with you. On a count of three, okay? One... Two... Three!" You inhaled with Tony, eyes shutting as you screamed as loud as you could. You heard Tony chuckle in amazement, opening your eyes. You noticed he had been knocked down onto the grass, the trees nearby having been bent back by the wind. The grass around your feet were burned and gray clouds had formed in the sky. You noticed Tony looking up at something behind you so you turned, blinking and slowly looking up at the large ice spikes that almost reached the clouds.

"Holy shit." You whispered, taking a step back.

"You're still on the tip of the iceberg with your powers, Elsa." Tony said, getting up as it began to thunder. You felt some weight off your chest, turning to face you.

"You know.. That actually did help." You chuckled, smiling gently.

"Well, I am a genius." Tony replied, digging into his pocket and pulling out car keys.

"I should get going. Pepper's cooking dinner and I don't want to miss it." Tony said. You nodded, walking with him towards the road. A sports car drove out of the garage, stopping infront of Tony.

"All my things have already been sent home." Tony said, looking at you. You hummed, nodding.

"You can be an asshole sometimes but.. You'll be missed." You told him softly. Tony gave a genuine soft smile.

"You should visit, kid. You might like my new place." Tony said, opening the door and getting in.

"Give me a call and I'll visit when I can." You said, watching him buckle up. Tony nodded, sliding on sunglasses.

"I'll be seeing you."

"Not really looking forward to it." You replied, hearing a small snort before the car drove off. You watched it go, sighing softly. You looked over at the spikes, licking your lips.

"What more can I do?"

~

Tags: @geek-and-proud @wolfelocksley @babyvisionisamenace @jjk-is-my-shit

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

The club

Summary: You follow a new friend in a club and things get an unexpected turn...

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Other characters: OMC

Warnings: language!, mentions of blood and death and drugs (literal mentions, no one’s really hurt), happy and cute ending

A/n: I had a completely different idea in mind when I started this but I hope you still enjoy it anyway, I do ;)

Not my gif, credit to the rightful owner

Entering the dim club felt like stepping in the devil's nest: dirty walls covered with layers of damaged posters surrounded you as loud music shook the place to its bone together with the shouting of hundreds of people, all pushing around on the dancefloor. Neon lights flashed over every surface their bright, tacky colours, forcing you to constantly squint your eyes.

"I thought you said you knew a nice place" you shouted at the guy leading the way to a corner of the room where was placed a small counter. As you got closer, you noticed thankfully that the music wasn't so loud in that nook.

Your guide sat on a barstool and turned towards you with a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks. "Why? Don't you think it's nice?"

The slimy floor sticking to your shoes didn't agree with him...

"At least the music is nice" you muttered as another song started and your eyes were drawn to the dancefloor.

There men and women were dancing, or what you guessed it was the way they were grinding all over one another. To you, it was both disgusting and mesmerising seeing how their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly as they swayed with the strong rhythm of the music, as they couldn't belong anywhere else but with each other...

A pat on your shoulder distracted you and made you turn to... him. You had already forgotten his name - and asking it now would've been very akward - but he was funny, and his light humor was everything you needed.

"Fancy a drink?" he asked, sliding a glass with what looked like orange juice in it. "Vodka and pineapple juice". Close enough. “Hope you like it”

“Thanks”. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, so you just let your fingers run on the glass as you watched him taking a sip of his drink. The way his face squeezed at the sour taste made you laugh.

"I need to go to the bathroom real quick" he told you, jumping off the stool, "and then we'll hit the floor"

He winked at you, making an hopeless dance move. You laughed, nodding before watching him make his way through the tight crowd. Your gaze then moved to the drink as your throat felt more and more dry by the minute. You took the glass in your hand: a sip definitely wouldn’t hurt.

"I wouldn’t drink that, if I were you"

Your head tilted quickly towards the man who just spoke. A tall man, with large shoulders, dark hair and a suit. A freaking suit! In all your wanderings through the different clubs of New Orleans, you had never met anyone dressed up like that, not once! But honestly? As long as he looked so good in it, you could excuse him anything.

“Why so, Mr, Suit?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want to offer me one as well?"

"As long as you give me that one"

He gently took the glass from your hand, slightly brushing your fingers, and then tilted it. You immediately noticed a strange powder on the clear bottom that still hadn't dissolved in the drink. At that sight, the color drained from your face.

"Hey!". A cold knife reached your ears. "I hope you're ready to-". Your friend stopped a foot away seeing the glare you shot him. It was a pity it wasn't enough to kill him.

You took the glass from Mr. Suit and got down your stool.

"Y/n, trust me" - he had his hands already up in defense and was slowly stepping backwards - "it's not what it looks like, I would've never took advantage of you. Just to loosen up and-"

You threw the content of your glass in his face. It was terribly satisfying seeing the thick liquid dripping down to the floor, even though seeing his blood would've made you much, much happier.

"Who do you think you are to decide if I want to loosen up?" you hissed, your hands shaking in anger and fear. "You have no right to make that choice for me!"

So many thoughts rushed through your head and thousands of words prickled your tongue. Nevertheless, there was only one thing that found its way out of your mouth: "Fuck you"

Before he could say anything else, before he tried to excuse himself again, you were already running to the door and out of that place.

As you stepped outside you finally were able to breathe again. The chilly night was a bliss after the stale, hot air of the club. However, your hands were still trembling.

"Are you alright?"

As Mr. Suit appeared, you quickly wiped away the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes with a bitter laugh.

"I don't know, how would you feel if someone you gave your trust tried to drug you to do who-knows-what?!"

He remained silent, his eyes glued on you. Scanning them, for a moment you felt like he had an answer to your question stuck on the tip of his tongue, ready to be told and surprise you. But it was just a moment.

"I'm sorry". You shook you head with a sigh, rubbing your eyes. "I shouldn't be angry at you, you're the one who saved me". A small smile found his way to your lips. "Thank you for that"

"It was the least I could do". His lip quirked upwards and his face suddenly lost all his seriousness to become pure light to your heart. "If you want, I could offer you a hot chocolate to help you recover from what happened. I know a nice cafe nearby"

The invitation caught you by surprise. "I- I would love to..." you started, "but maybe not tonight. Right now all I want is to drown in my bed sheets and just forget... everything"

He nodded. "I totally understand"

You smiled and then waved to catch the attention of a taxi driver. It didn't take long before one stopped.

"Thank you again for what you did" you said opening the cab door. “You’re probably the only thing worth remembering of tonight”

He smiled, reaching in one of his pockets before handing you his card. “If you ever want to reach me for that chocolate or for a talk, here’s my number”

You glanced at the piece of paper, his name written with elegant black swirls on the white textured card.

“I will take it into consideration, Mr. Mikaelson” you said with an overly formal tone as you sat in the backseat. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight” and he closed the cab door for you as the engine started again.

During the ride back home, you fidgeted the card in your hand and even when you were nicely tucked in your bed you still held it, your eyes drawn to that small rectangle of paper.

“Elijah Mikaelson”. The sound of his name rolled on your tongue like warm honey... you were definitely going to text him the following day.

Then, without even realizing it, you fell asleep, his card on your pillow and his name on your lips.

Tag list: @elijahswife @ronniemikaelson @hellotvshowtrash @raemikaelson @imaginearyparties @elijahs-wife @mikaelson-emma @dumble-daddy (tell me if you don't wanna be tagged💞)

[liquid-luck-00]

WonderBug

Angst Edition

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug)

I am late. SO, so , so late but here it is

1: Soulmates @maribat-angst-fluff-april

My partner is the wonderful @thedragonbug

Ao3

Fuffy Edition

Soulmates exist, and Marinette hates hers. You see everyone is born with their half or part of a complete soul mark. The other parts would appear when you were closer to your soulmate and be permanent when they were close emotionally. For everyone, the appearance or 'drawing' of the mark was light and warm. But not for her, no her drawing was heavy and hot, like a hot knife digging into her arm.

Her parents knew this, and it was concerning, to know that their child was in pain because of their soulmate. Seeing as the marks were not supposed to be painful. Yet as there was no good reason given by medical and mark professionals, and the fact that her soulmate didn't stay near her for long there was nothing that they could do. They did tell her that few, this phenomenon affects one in a million people and she was just lucky enough to be one of them.

Over the years she grew used to the pain, but every time she did it would come back even stronger than the last. She slowly hated her mark and in turn her soulmate. Marinette would cover her mark, ignore it, even wish it away. All her soulmate did was bring her pain. Sure, it upped her pain tolerance, but it hurt her still.

When she turned fourteen, she became Ladybug. She then recognized that her mark was actually the wire of her yo-yo.

The first time Chat Noir claimed they were soulmates she broke down in tears. luckily for her he told her during patrol and not an attack.

"We aren't soulmates, Chat, and I'm glad we aren't." She nearly whispered.

"Why Bug?"

"Because I hate my soulmate, and I don’t want to ever hate you."

"Why would you hate your soulmate?" He seemed genuinely curious. But no one outside her parents knew, not a single person knew what happens to her.

"Because it hurts when they are close, it hurts so badly. The drawing is painful. I never want to meet the person who keeps hunting me." Tears formed in her eyes and Chat hugged her.

"I'm not your soulmate, then." She shook her head. "Good thing I'm your partner, and Plagg help me I am going to be your best friend. Got that Bugaboo?"

A half-hearted chuckle and a small smile escaped her. "Sounds good Kitty." The first person she has ever told, the person who was convinced that they were soulmates, cares for her, to help alleviate some of her pain.

The two became inseparable after that, to the point that most of Paris believed they were in a relationship.

When Nadia asked them about it during an interview, their reactions were memorable. Both all but gagged, turned to face each other, and then laughed almost falling out of the seats.

"I believe we have missed the joke." Nadia commented, worried, and confused.

"Why would I date my sister?"

"Sister?"

"Ladybug and I consider each other siblings in all but blood."

"Everything between us is simply platonic, not even close to romantic.” Ladybug answered after Chat.

“Then why would the whole of Paris believe you to be soulmates?” She may be good at hiding her pain, but the question must have made her react slightly, or Chat knew how sensitive the topic was to her.

“We aren’t soulmates, not the bonded ones that everyone thinks of.” He began. “We are the holders of the black cat and ladybug respectively because our souls resonate with the miraculous. Sure, they are two parts of a whole, but we are practically twins, two halves of coin. She is the sister I choose, she is my partner, and that is our relationship.”

“He’s completely right, now I think it’s time for us to start our patrol, BugOut!” Her smile now in place and their excuse to leave perfectly timed and respectful they made their exit.

They went on their patrol as normal, except just as they arrived at the Eiffel Tower to end the patrol. She was about to land on the platform when a searing pain flashed and radiating affecting her entire body blinding her momentarily. A single moment caused her to collapse on the tower landing, crumpling on the platform.

“LB!” Her breath came out in short bursts, she was clutching her upper arm eyes squeezed shut. This was the worst it has ever happened before, and she wanted it to end. As soon as the cause of pain came it disappeared. Leaving only the memory and a phantom pain.

"Just give me a minute." She slowly got her breathing under control, starting to get accustomed to the new level of pain.

"You weren't kidding that is the worst I’ve ever seen you hurt."

"Yeah not fun."

---

A month after that her mark burned again. This time during class. The teachers knew she would randomly stop due to pain, but they were told they were random migraines. To the point Mari would hold her head and rub her arm to sooth herself, while playing up a headache. Adrien stayed back after the class let out." You know you don't always need to put on a brave face Bugaboo."

Her attention snapped to him. "Well it's easier than constantly answering questions Kitty." She figured quickly.

Sure, they found out one another's identity, but that worked in their favor. After Tikki got sick, Fu started training Mari, and after a month Marinette was given guardianship. Fu still hasn’t lost his memories because Mari let Wayzz stay with him, for the time being, he eventually returns it to Mari in order to move on with his life, his memories fading gradually.

When Adrien got his hands on the grimoire, he of course showed it to Marinette.

“Kitty I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think your dad might be Hawkmoth.” This seemed to perfect for him to have without him being a villain.

“I know, but…”

“Adrien is there any motive anything that might be what he would wish for?”

“My mom. Dad closed himself off when she disappeared. I bet he would wish for her back.”

“Okay, so I’m going to be blunt okay.” He nodded. “So, if your mom is dead there isn’t anything that can be done without the wish, meaning at least one other person is dying.”

“So…”

“But if she is anything but.” She flipped through the grimoire recalling the studies she’s did with Fu. “There are ways we can find or even heal her.”

“This is all riding on an if.” He looked unsure as if this was too much to accept.

“Do you trust me?”

“If I didn’t, I would have turned tail and run a long time ago.”

“You dork.” She lightly shoved him, but he swayed dramatically.

“You two are close.” The new student in their class came up to them.

“Lila, right?”

“That’s right.” She answered sickly sweet, almost fake. “Are you two soulmates by any chance?”

“No.” Adrien answered. “Why?”

“You’re Adrien Agreste! Why would you be in public school?” She finally seemed to recognize.

“Let’s just say it’s a bit of rebellion.” He chuckled.

“We’re still on for video games, right?” She brought up to end the conversation seeing that Adrien was getting uncomfortable.

“Your winning streak is going down.” He announced.

“You want to join us, Lila?” She offered.

“Why?”

“Because your new and I want to get to know you.” Marinette answered honestly.

“Why?”

“Because we know you lied but still want to know you, the real you.” Adrien added.

“Why?” She asked suspiciously now.

“Question! Is it a felony to kidnap her to play video games, have snacks, get to know her, then let her go?”

“Well the kidnapping part is but if she goes willingly, I call that a hangout session.” Adrien mused.

“True, true.” She hummed. “So, what do you say, because now I am determined to get to know you.”

“Wh…”

“Kidnapping it is.” Adrien decided and grabbed the new girl’s wrist pulling her out of the library. Mari picking up their bags.

Lila herself wasn’t too bad once she started telling the truth, lying is a coping mechanism she created, because she is constantly moving schools, cities, and even countries. She is pretty interesting when she isn’t exaggerating. She was on a Hollywood movie set, but she was there on accident, she was looking for the bathroom in a restaurant and they were filming there that day. She did save a kitten on a tarmac once, but one it wasn’t Jagged Stones, it was a kitten who spooked out of their carrier and rushed down the stairs. Lila dove and caught it before it could leave the passenger unloading area to get the tram to the airport. (Some small airports unload passengers in a certain area of the tarmac and either shuttle them to the building or have a sectioned of walkway that is cleared for passengers, to walk back in only.)

After almost two hours Lila left for home when Adrien’s father called, and he was angry. Together she and Adrien ran back to the Agreste Mansion.

“Adrien!” Gabriel came out disheveled and slightly panicked. “And Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He slightly composed himself.

“Sorry I kept him.” She apologized. “He showed me this really cool book and you know how it is when inspiration hits.”

“Ah yes the inspiring fashion designer friend.” Adrien had walked up and handed his father the grimoire.

“It’s quite an interesting spell book.”

“You can read it?”

“Yes, I can. (Come on out little butterfly.)” Nooroo flew out from his hiding spot. “Hello kwamii of transmission and to you as well Hawkmoth.” She was calm deathly calm.

“How?!” Gabriel growled.

“Calm down. I have a question for you first. You want the jewels used by Ladybug and Chat Noir, why?”

“Would my answer change your plan of action to urn me into authorities and to the heroes?”

“My response may change, but you’ll have to answer to find out.”

“My wife wielder the peacock miraculous, it is broken, and she fell ill, and is in a comatose state.”

“Ah! So here is what is going to happen.” She took the grimoire from Gabriel and flipped over pages. “There is a way to revive her without resorting to using the wish.”

“How do you know this?”

She simply smiled. “You mind gathering these ingredients please Adrien?” She text him a list.

“Sure.”

“How do I know that this isn’t a ruse?”

“One I hate liars, and two because all magic has a cost, and this way is less than if you were to use the wish.”

“What do you mean cost?”

“Just like using your transformation wears on the kwamii, and the power affects your limit. Magic has its cost. The wish because it will always rewrite reality, the price is steep. Bringing back one life means you lose at minimum one other person from your life most likely more.”

“And this?”

“From what I understand. Everyone involved in the spell will have their energies deprecated so they will sleep for a day to a week.”

“Randomly?”

“No, the more people the less each person sleeps.”

“Here they are!” Adrien burst back in the room.

“Do you have the peacock miraculous?” Gabriel nodded. “Okay we’ll need that first, so lead the way to the kitchen.” Both men shuffled confused. “You do know where the kitchen is right?”

“Um well find it eventually.” Adrien chuckled. They were lucky and form it easily and Gabriel left while she and Adrien began to individually brew two separate potions. Adrien the more complex one for his mother’s revival. And she did the simpler one to fix the miraculous. Sue her Adrien is the better one in chemistry, sure he can’t cook to save himself, but he has a gift for chem, and Tikki help her she will teach him to cook. It’s practically edible chemistry, right?!

She took the Brock from Gabriel and fixed it, allowing Duusu out. “Okay so who is going to do this?”

“We will,” Adrien answered for himself and his Father, who nodded.

“Please let be help as well.” Miss Sancoeur offered.

Nooroo, Duusu, Tikki, and Plagg (they came out of hiding now) came to her. “We can help.”

She nodded and saw that Gabriel and Natalie were staring wide eyed between her and Adrien. She thought she heard Natalie say, ‘That explains so much’ but she isn’t sure.

Long story short they were able to wake up Emile, but she took back the peacock and butterfly, leaving Plagg with Adrien. Funnily enough the Agreste’s became a second family to her, once Gabriel finally grasped how to be a father. They told Paris that they had found Hawkmoth, but he would be tried by the order of Miraculous, meaning he would be stripped of the gem and his memories of the miraculous erased. It was a lie but Tikki told her that was what would have happened. There was some outcry, but they explained that they would have no recollection of it, and it wouldn’t make sense to try them.

The next few years of her life were blissfully normal, aside from the fact she had a contract under the Gabriel brand as the designer MDC, who was also endorsed by Style Queen. Chloe isn’t as bad as she puts on when she isn’t masking the hurt of being constantly ignored and bought by her parents.

- - -

It wasn’t until she was twenty-two and accompanying Adrien to a Wayne charity gala, one he didn’t want to go alone and two she was invited anyways, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka were also there on their own merits and invitations so they all stuck relatively together. Since arriving there Marinette was a constant pain, her arm burned and ached, but she forced herself to simply breathe and tried her hardest to push it out of her mind. But her luck wouldn’t hold, three hours into the event she was approached by who she recognized as Bruce Wayne, the host of the gala, and a woman to his left, the pain was almost unbearable the closer the two approached. Her friends noticed, they knew what her pain actually meant, as she opened up to them about it after a while, but she grit her teeth and tried to push through it.

“Mr. Agreste, Miss Bourgeois It is good to see you both again.” Bruce Wayne acknowledged. “It’s nice to meet all of you as well, Bruce Wayne.” He introduced to the rest, shaking hands. “And this is a good friend of mine.”

“Diana Prince.” She also went to shake everyone’s hands and had left Marinette for the last. The moment their hands touched she almost crumpled, she shrunk back and into Adrien and Chloe. “Is she okay?”

“Diana?” Bruce pointed towards her upper arm, the mark most of them overlooked before was now complete and glowing lightly. What Marinette remembered was that there was her yo-yo string and a golden rope that she only saw once before on her own arm. She felt sick, Diana was staring at her now, she recognized that Marinette was her soulmate.

“Melody?” Luka now stepped up.

“I want to leave.” She answered flatly.

“You are…”

She completely turned away, but by now her friends knew what was going on and were glaring at Diana. “I want to leave, now.” She repeated.

“Come on bug, let’s get you away from… this.” He threw a look at Diana, who was looking confused and seemingly alarmed.

The other three were putting as much space as they could between their friend and who is unknowingly causing her pain.

“Please is she alright?” Diana asked stepping forward barely grazing her hand covering her mark. This time it felt as if the skin itself was burning and stung almost like it was being pricked over and over and over again.

“Don’t touch me and stay away from me.” On the outside she looks clam and relaxed, but her voice was soft and raw, her eyes burned in pain. “You and that completed mark can stay far from me.”

“Luka, Kagami mind taking her back to the house?” The two in question led her away and once a safe distance away she broke down in tears, sobbing from the pain she was biting down.

- - -

The two that stayed were simultaneously glaring at her and watching their friends leave the gala.

“Is she alright?” Bruce finally bole the tension.

“As soon as she is far enough away from her.” The girl, Chloe, snapped at her. “Now that we know who is the the person causing her pain, we can keep her from them.” She snapped towards her, but it was a slap to Diana.

“I don’t follow. We are…”

“Soulmates, yeah we figured.” Adrien this time spoke.

“They why would she want to leave, without speaking?”

“One one in a million people are in pain when they are close to their soulmates.” Adrien spoke calmly but stoically. “No one knows why.” He began to fidget with a ring on hi# finger, she couldn’t recall if she saw any jewelry on her soulmate, Marinette, but she has a suspicion. After all she feels similar to her Mother’s aura and presence, that of a Ladybug.

“You are wrong. There is an explanation, but only a few know why that is.” She feels certain that she knows what this is.

“Let me guess you know why.” Chloe remarked, sarcastically and unamused.

“Allow me to explain this another time and place, as this is neither.”

“Fine call this number at noon est tomorrow.” Adrien handed her a phone number and the two turned and left.

“Diana?” Bruce snapped her attention. “What was that about?” He was still calm and collected but she knew he would be the one to ask, figuring out what was the next step, what had the best options of success.

“Magic.”

- - -

The next day she called the number and she was invited to a video call by the recipient. It turned out to be Marinette.

“Hello Diana.” Her voice was not cold but it was emotionless, as if she was forced into this conversation. Granted she did think she would be speaking with Adrien and Chloe.

“I never wanted to harm you, I swear that on the river Styx.” she began but before she could continue Marinette cut in.

“Let’s be clear, I don’t care about your apologies. I just want to know why this is happening and how to either get rid of it or to never have contact with you in any way or proximity.”

“I am apologizing because this is known as the curse of the ladybug and black cat.” She saw the young woman tense at that. “The reason I know of this is from by Mother, Queen Hippolyta Of the Amazon’s.” She allowed that to sink in and the other woman allowed her to drop her defense, nodding to what is said.

“When you say the curse of the ladybug and black cat what do you mean by that?”

“True souls of the miraculous, when in their life they come into contract with their given gems, cause a reaction.” Diana explained. “For the ladybug they receive the pain of their soulmate through their marks. Which is what I assume is going on.”

“Yes you’re right, but this has been going ever since I could remember.”

“Call it what you will fate, destiny, but you were always going to wield the ladybug jewel, that is why the curse manifested itself.”

“What about the black cat?”

“I am unsure, the black cat of my Mother’s time died before meeting their soulmate, but I would assume it would be similar to our situation.”

“Then how do we solve this?”

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