#(again sorry for all this. i didn't have the strength to stand and speak at the funeral so i'm spewing it everywhere else apparently lol)

[chitsangenthusiast]

i hope ur doing okay <3

thank you 🧡 grief is a suffocating beast but the unending love for him keeps me breathing 🧡

[beensbaee]

𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

summary; neteyam visits his favorite healer after a hard battle

word count; 2.2k

BLOODIED, BUT BEAUTIFUL.

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Neteyam staggered into the healers tent, gritting his teeth together as an attempt to keep himself from hissing due to the pain that was coursing through his entire body 

Y/n was speaking to one of her fellow healers, oblivious to Neteyam standing behind her in dire need of her tender hands

He waited patiently, leaning against the entrance of the tent as he took slow breaths to keep himself from passing out as Y/n let out a laugh at whatever the woman she was speaking with said

Finally - she turned around. Her face content until she saw Neteyam - her cry of surprise had him wincing as she rushed over to him, grabbing his arms immediately and leading him to a cot he could lay down on

"Neteyam - you skxawng! Why didn't you try getting my attention earlier! Oh Eywa look at these wounds!" She said mortified, eyes quickly assessing Neteyam's injuries as he managed a smile

"Hello to you too, Y/n. I like your hair today." He said, barely having the strength to lower himself onto the cot in front of him as Y/n sighed

"Thank you." She said angrily, eyes stressed as she quickly reached for her disinfecting ointments with urgent need

He grunted as he laid down in front of her - the injuries over his body were burning and painful - but the familiar smell of the soothing medicines surrounding him and Y/n's scent allowed his body to relax as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes against the cushion laid for patients to rest their head against when being healed

"Teyam, what happened?" She said quietly, looking over his injuries one last time with a sad frown before dipping her hands into the ointment in front of her as her hands lathered it gently into his skin

He sighed, eyes opening as he watched her work with knitted brows. She was looking at him expectedly as she continued applying the green paste onto his skin

"Bad day for the war party." Was what he finally settled on as he let a wince of pain slip through - Y/n's hands quickly stopping at his rare show of suffering as she looked towards him with a knowing look

"Neteyam. I hate seeing you so hurt." She finally whispered, her voice pained as he finally met her gaze - his eyes crinkled with an ache she wished to sooth.

He stayed silent for a few moments, letting her words settle as he slowly moved his hand towards hers. Seeing he was trying to hold her hand, she quickly moved forward and clasped his hands herself so he wouldn't try to move anymore and risk aggravating his wounds any further

"I know. I am sorry." He said quietly as Y/n let out a huff

"How dare you apologize to me! Take it back! You are hurt, Neteyam. Don't you ever try to say sorry to me again when you are the one to deserve it so much more." She said, her tone truly hurt by his words as both of her hands cupped his gently. He ran his fingers over her knuckles as he let out a breathless laugh

"Ok, ok. Sorry -" He started, but was cut off with her letting out a hiss at his use of the word sorry once again

Finally, he let out a laugh that bubbled all the way from his tummy at her reaction as she let a small smile find its way onto her face

"Now, let your body relax. Think of something peaceful to help you. Deep breaths, Neteyam. Understand?" She asked as he nodded his head, closing his eyes as his mind trailed to a certain someone

It was not hard to have her be the sole thing on his mind as she worked diligently - her scent consuming his senses along with her occasional humming as she worked easily eased the tension from his muscles.

He didn't know when he'd fallen asleep - but her gentle hands cradled his face as she whispered his name

"Neteyam, come on yawne."

He didn't open his eyes when he first heard the words - believing he was just dreaming until he felt her soft fingers trace over his eyelids and nose

With lashes fluttering open, he was met with her concerned eyes as she helped him sit up

He let out a groan as he adjusted, but relaxed quickly as he felt the previous pain from his injuries almost gone. Looking down, his abdomen and arms were wrapped lovingly with her signature style - the cloth warm against his skin as he sighed.

"Thank you. I am sorry - was I sleeping for too long?" He asked sleepily, eyes taking in the now empty healers tent and dark sky that loomed outside

"Yes. I did not want to wake you. Did you sleep well?" She asked gently, helping him stand as he held onto her arm for support - eyes blinking away his tiredness as he slowly nodded his head

"I think that was the best sleep I have had in a very long time." He answered, his hands moving from her arms and around her as he enveloped Y/n in a hug, resting his head against hers as she smiled against his skin

"Well, thank Eywa I didn't let anyone wake you." She laughed quietly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head

"Thank you." He said quieter now as Y/n's cheeks quickly tinted with surprise while she blinked, stunned and trying to process what he had just done

Seeing her surprise, he displayed a lazy smile as her ears perked up

"You're welcome. You know, I'd do anything for you." She said softly as he nodded his head

"And I'd do anything for you, Y/n. But you already knew this." He said as she finally rolled her eyes, her sweet smile peeking through as Neteyam grinned at the sight of it

"Tonight, I walk you home." She said, her voice gentle but firm as Neteyam shook his head

"But-" He started, but she gave him a look that had him quieting in a instant as she smiled

"Come on, now. You are in no condition to walk to even your own quarters, let alone mine. Let's go." She reasoned, her hand moving to his palm as she led him out of the tent and towards the familiar path of his families sleeping area

They walked through the resting na'vi silently, Neteyam's hand never leaving hers as the sounds of Pandora's distant night animals filled the silence

She stopped a few meters away from his families quarters, respecting the fact that they were sleeping inside and not wanting to intrude any further as she turned to Neteyam

He looked beautiful in the moonlight. His freckles glowed in the dim light, and she could see the tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her.

"Now, you are going to go inside, and go back to sleep. No doing anything else, your injuries need rest." She instructed, his eyes never leaving hers as he listened - nodding his head along to whatever she said

"You see, the wounds you acquired from today were all over your body. To be able to make a full recovery - Neteyam! Are you even listening to a word that I am - " 

But she was cut off by him leaning towards her and pressing his soft lips against hers, his head tilting downwards as she was pressed flush against him - his palms holding her face so lovingly as any sound of surprised that left her lips was silenced by his mouth

Blinking away her shock, she leaned in to him as his arms came up and around her - holding her against him so lovingly that she couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes and deepening the passionate kiss

Finally, she broke away from him - lips pink and cheeks alight as she blinked rapidly - her mouth was parted as she struggled to even form a single word. He laughed - a real laugh that had a slow smile creeping onto her face as she tried to look away from him and hide the growing blush she could feel creeping up her neck

But his hands grabbed her face and turned her towards him - his eyes so happy that she couldn't even make herself look away as he began speaking

"How are you going to leave after this? And you know I will not sleep soundly if I do not know you returned back to your bed safely." He whispered as she looked at him silently - eyes round with love as he smiled

"You said it yourself. I am in no condition to walk you to your quarters and back - and I cannot sleep without knowing you are safe - which is something I need to do, according to you, so my wounds heal." He added, a playful glint in his magnificent eyes

"Are you suggesting I stay with you tonight?" She questioned, and his grin broadened as he nodded

"It is nothing shameful. I am making sure my dearest friend is safe with me." He added, his fangs peaking through that same incomparable smile she was so infatuated with as she shook her head, trying to contain her giggles as he reached for her hand

"Come on. You can lay in my hammock, and I can sleep on the ground." He said, mumbling the last words quietly and hoping she wouldn't hear - but unfortunately, the gasp she let out as her eyes snapped towards his let him know she'd heard him perfectly fine

"You sleep on the ground? That better not have been what you said." She exclaimed, brows pulled together and concerned as he rolled his eyes and laughed whilst leading her into his families sleeping quarters

She entered hesitantly, Neteyam turning back to look at her with an encouraging nod of his head as she observed the peacefully sleeping Sully's. They moved quietly to ensure no one was awakened.

He moved to lay in his hammock - which was thankfully large enough for both of them to comfortably lay on as he moved over and outstretched his arm towards her

She laid down, tucking her hands under her face as she laid on her side to look at him. He whispered how pretty she looked and she smiled - swatting his hand away and telling him once again how important sleep was for him as he sighed contently - arms wrapping around her as Y/n rested her head against his chest gently

They'd never been this intimate before - but she loved how natural it felt as their friendship had always been one consisting of them being close to each other. 

She said she'd wake up before the sun was up to walk back to her tent, and Neteyam said he'd walk her there in the early hours of the nearing morning.

Normally she would've awakened in time - but she'd spent the night whispering and giggling with the boy who laid beside her. He was no better, laughing so much that the girl would have to press her palm against his mouth to quiet him. They must have fallen asleep hours later - enveloped in each other's warmth.

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Jake stumbled as Lo'ak tugged him along, bouncing like a maniac with one of the widest smiles ever plastered on his face. Neytiri trailed behind the two, fuming at Lo'ak for waking them up - the boy had even been pulling on their hair to get them out of bed and insisting they had to come and see what he had to show them that second

"Lo'ak, boy this better be good or else you are in big tr-" Jake grumbled, but his own voice trailed off as Lo'ak stopped in front of his big brothers hammock 

"Look, guys." He snickers, poking Neteyam's cheek, who laid sleeping - a young girl tucked under his arm as the two slept soundly.

Jake's mouth only hung open as Neytiri stepped forward, carefully examining the two before letting out a pleased gasp once she recognized the girl

"What is Y/n doing here?" Neytiri asked, a smile on her face as she watched her son hold the girl close to him

Jake blinked, shaking his head before answering

"I came to the healer tent to get Neteyam - she shooed me away, said he was sleeping. She was gonna bring him to bed too, I guess she fell asleep here." He said, brows furrowed - confused but happy as he saw how peaceful Neteyam looked as he slept.

Lo'ak looked from his mother to his father, back in forth in disbelief as his mouth hung open

"Are you telling me he is not in trouble?!" He practically shreiked as Neytiri yelped, slapping the back of his neck and telling him to hush

But the two teens stirred, eyes peeking open as Y/n quickly sat up - her eyes adjusting to who stood in front of her before they widened - completely horrified

Neteyam lazily sat up beside her, a sleepy smile on his face as Y/n covered her mouth - shaking her head and muttering someone kill me as Neteyam looked towards his parents and brother

"Good morning." Were the words he'd said, stretching his arms as Y/n bowed her head and covered her face, mortified. Jake and Neytiri's laughter filled the air only moments later.

[pyro-les]

Jealousy- Rio Vidal X Reader

918 words - warnings: none

Based on a request by @baysha1822

"You know, Agatha put together a pretty good coven, you gotta give her that."

"I don't know the green witch is pretty weird. She's definitely hiding something." Jen replies, Lilia and Alice humming in agreement. Rio was definitely the most suspicious of the group and considering they had a witch who had a rune hiding their identity and one of the most feared witches of all time, literally known for killing her own coven it was a pretty high bar.

"We're doing alright on strength though, Y/N is clearly pretty powerful." Lilia adds to the discussion.

"Pretty cute too." Alice replies, everyone agreeing yet again as they look behind them to Y/N strolling casually along the road while chatting to Teen. What they didn't realise was Rio walking ahead of them was listening to their conversation her anger steadily growing.

She may not have known most of the coven long but she was really starting to dislike them, how dare they start talking about Y/N like that? Did they not realise who they were messing with?

Sitting around a small campfire in attempt to bond Y/N poses a new discussion topic, "what did you guys do in the blip?". A loaded topic to say the least.

The group all pause for a moment, fearing she had said something wrong Y/N started to speak again "You don't have to answer that. I don't know why I asked that, I'm sorry." For someone so powerful she sure could be pretty shy.

The awkward tension dissapears as soon as it had arisen as the group start to chuckle, mixed responses of "don't worry hun.", and "no harm done hot stuff" each reply more flirtatious then the last.

"Well as you know I was pretty busy at the start of it. Alot of backlog to get through you know." Rio spoke with a chuckle. The others all turned to look at her with curiosity, they were clearly missing something that Y/N seemed to know if her small laugh at Rio's responses was anything to go by.

"You're laughs so pretty" Jen says to Y/N, who muffles out a small "thanks, I guess." In reply. Considering how much Rio complemented the witch it was ridiculous just how awkward she was responding to them.

"It really is! Everything about you is pretty." Alice adds on honestly.

Oh this was too much, Rio thought. How dare these poor excuses for witches keep flirting with her Y/N? Did they not get the message the last gods knows how many times they tried to flirt with her only for Rio to pull her closer or change the topic.

Y/N looked over to Rio, sensing her tension rising. Trying to help calm her she says to the rest of the coven "thanks but you guys really don't need to keep complementing me so much."

Taking her statement as Y/N simply being humble Jen takes an extra step too far, " Oh your cute, do you really think you don't deserve the praise? I'm starting to think you actually don't get compliments anywhere near enough if your response is anything to go by."

Now seething with anger Rio steps in "Do you really think that? That I wouldn't compliment her enough, that I'm not enough?!"

"Chill out dude, she's just being nice" Alice replies quickly followed by Lilia asking "what do you mean, you're not enough?" Clearly the only one to pick up her specific wording other than Agatha who had been watching with a small smirk, enjoying watching the sparks fly.

Standing up with her knife in hand Rio starts to stalk towards the rest of the coven with a smile on her face "She told you to stop, is that not enough? I don't care if you're just "being nice", she's mine!"

Clearly not taking her seriously Jen keeps digging her grave "Oh I get it, you're jealous she'll like us more than you?" Looking over to Y/N still sitting awkwardly on the log across from her she adds on "what do you say cutie?"

Bringing her knife right to her throat Rio seethes out "Enough! Do you really have no care for your own life? Is this really how you'd like to go? Because I'd be more than happy to assist if that's your plan." Lilia and Alice watch with baited breath, too scared to do anything while Agatha still watches from the side letting out the occasional laugh.

Jen just smiles up at Rio, maybe she really did have a death wish.

Finally stepping in again Y/N walks towards Rio and snakes her arms around her waist hushing in her ear "It's ok baby."

Leaning back into Y/N's touch, Rio starts to calm down a bit but not letting go of her knife currently still against Jen's throat as a small drip of blood starts trailing down her chest. Y/N runs one of her hands along Rio's arm, slowly going up to hold her hand gripping her dagger and bringing her hand away from Jens throat.

Finally calm Rio puts her dagger back in it's sheath and turns towards Y/N, her hands automatically going to her waist.

"Well that was fun." Agatha finally speaks up, breaking the silence.

"What was?" Teen asks, walking towards the group, looking over curiously to Rio and Y/N now standing close together side by side.

Laughing Alice replies "Oh you have missed so much kid."

A/N: this is my first AAA fic and I wrote it pretty fast so I apologise if any of the characters a bit OOC. That being said if you did enjoy it please let me know if you'd like more Rio fics and if you have any requests my askbox is open:)

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: toxic!Eren x black reader

warnings: toxic & manipulative Eren, smut 18+, mentions of cheating, a lil choking, first time writing in a while so it's a lil shitty, last sentence is a lil dramatic, nd she's not proofread

a/n: y'all, this is unfortunately based on true events૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ꒱ა however writing this did make me realize i need to stand the fuck up, bc there's no reason I'm writing this while he goes to get me some food from one of the girls job…please don't be like me and if you are STAND UP!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

For as long as you could remember you never understood why women went back to men who cheated. Maybe it was that you grew up seeing the effects cheating had on a family, or that it seemed impossible to be that blinded by love. Whatever it was you vowed to never be one of those women and you stuck with your word all throughout life up until you met Eren.

You heard about him long before you met him. The boy having a reputation for romancing women into his bed only to act as if he didn't know him the next day. You knew about his character when you met him, and believed you knew better than to fall for his tricks.

However, with just one look into those enticing green eyes, you ended up just like every other girl. Clawing at his back while he whispered sweet talk into your ear with every thrust.

You were prepared to never speak to him again. You knew what you had signed up for. Or at least you thought so. Like clockwork every night he'd have you back in his bed, wetting up the sheets as he claimed he could never get enough of you. In the beginning, you assumed he had run out of girls to play, but after the 2nd week, his sweet talking seemed genuine.

That was how you found yourself in a year long relationship with the one and only Eren Yeager. Over the course of 12 months, he showed you he had changed for the better. Or so you thought. It wasn't till you had an unsettling gut feeling one morning that you went through his phone and found the pictures from 4 different girls that you realized it was all a facade.

Like you promised yourself from a young age, you left him. Reasonably, you were angry, but that anger soon decimated and turned into sadness and shame, not from the fact he cheated or that you had just left a long term relationship but because you realized you'd take him back if he asked.

That day you gave your formal apology to all women you deemed stupid for taking their partners back because if given the chance you'd be one of them.

Within a month of ignoring the texts and calls from unsaved numbers and acting as if you weren't home, your strength wavered. Your excuse being that you had clothes from his place that you needed. You knew you should have had a friend come with you, but you felt it was unnecessary.

Unnecessary however wouldn't have you with your legs wrapped around his waist as he stuffed you with the dick that had your fingers itching to text him in the middle of the night.

“I'm sorry, baby. None of them meant anything” He whispered, kissing his way up your collarbone.

Oh, how you so badly wanted to push him off for telling lies, but the way he was buried deep inside your walls had you gasping for air and pulling him closer.

His lips curled into a smirk at the way you responded to him. Though he was unfaithful, he truly did have strong feelings for you. Whether it was true love or lust disguised as love, he would do anything to keep you in his arms.

"You know I love you, right? I'd never intentionally hurt you. It was just...stress and temptation, okay? Those girls meant nothing and could never compare to you.” He pulled back to look at you with the eyes that got you into the mess in the first place. His hips rocked into yours, the head of his dick putting pressure on the spot that made you see stars.

“I know, I love you too, Rennie'' You cried

Any normal person would feel guilty about the way they had you wrapped around their finger. Eren however relished in the way you melted in his arms, the intoxicating bond you shared leaving him to the conclusion that he couldn't live without you.

“Yeah? You gon leave me again?” He quickened the pace of his hips.

You said something incoherently as a strangled moan escaped past your lips, eyes fluttering shut from the intensity of his thrusts.

“Can't hear you, mama. You staying?” His hand leaving the sheets to wrap around your neck. Applying just enough pressure to make your thoughts hazy

“Yes, Ren. I'm staying. M'yours” You choked out, from both the ecstasy he was providing and because you truly did miss him.

“That's my girl” He praised, a twisted smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His thrust quickening as the sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room.

You could only whine and moan in response, the sounds driving him crazy as you looked into his eyes. Nothing but love and lust swimming through them.

“You so pretty, mama” He mumbled, the hand that was once wrapped around your neck coming down to rub small rapid circles on your clit.

“Rennie” You cried, toes curling as you arched off the bed. Stray tears falling from the corners of your eyes at the combined pleasure

“Yeah, I know baby” He captured his lip in between his teeth as he felt your walls suck him in.

The pleasure was unbearable. The coil snapping as your orgasm left your legs shaking and eyes rolling.

Eren soon followed after, finding the way you gravitated to him and the sounds that left your swollen lips so salacious he buried himself inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim as he lazily rocked his hips into yours and whispered fake promises into your ear.

Tiredness immediately took over you as he pulled out. Leaving no time for regret to seep in over the fact you had just cursed your future by allowing him to once again enter your life.

oh nd im backk໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[animemakesmeanxiouss]

It's okay, there are a lot of people to save right now. He'll get to you, you thought to yourself, as you tightened your hold on the railing of the now-destroyed balcony you were just barely hanging on to.

Katsuki was fighting one the villains with his blasts while Gale Force was saving people who had been hurt or stuck by the villains attack.

Your arms were in so much pain, but you had no way to propel your lower half up to try and leverage yourself into a more stable position so you were using all of your upper body strength to keep yourself wrapped around until he could get to you.

Soon the screams and cries around you dwindled, signifying their removal from any danger, leaving only you, thankfully. You waited and waited, but still no savior came. Then, your arms went numb.

No no no, this cannot be happening right now.

You could feel your grip starting to loosen up and you slipped, just by a couple of centimeters, but you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up much longer. You were solely focused on holding on, but it was getting so difficult. You closed your eyes and tried to tighten your grip as best you could, but the lack of feeling was making things a thousand times more difficult. It was either hold on or die.

Let go said an inner voice. You shook your head furiously with your eyes closed.

"Let go," the voice said again, "I've got you now, doll"

Oh, so it wasn't an inner voice.

You opened your eyes to see Katsuki pulling you into his own arms, making you gladly let go of your railing and hold onto him for dear life.

Your entire body was trembling. From the fear, the adrenaline, or potential nerve damage, you didn't know. You looked up at your savior, and your lover, to see his jaw was clenched tighter than usual as you guys were on your way to the medical tent.

Oh god, he's mad at you

"I-I'm sorry, Kats-"

"Don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong." He cuts you off, but still clearly angry. You rested your head on his chest for the rest of the way, and when he set you down on the ground, he grabbed your arms to inspect them.

"You're going to have insane amounts of bruising from having to hold on so tightly for so long, " he spoke through gritted teeth, before waving a medic over to evaluate you further.

Once they gave him the okay that the bruising would be the worst of the damage, he took you back into him arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked, gently. More gently than you've ever heard him speak before.

You nodded, just as gently, feeling his gloved hand caress your cheek and wiping away tears that you didn't even realize had been running down your face the entire time.

Suddenly, he turned around and stomped his way over to Gale Force, who was just about to give him a congratulatory pat on the back for a job well-done, when Katsuki wound back his fist and punched him so hard, you'd think he'd been launched by a catapult with how far back he flew.

Everyone around was shocked by the punch, but some around looked like they understood why it happened. Meanwhile, you were just watching the scene before you unfold with nothing but utter confusion.

"Next time make sure everyone has been saved before you stand on the sidelines, flexing for girls," Katsuki screamed at him, while pointing towards you. His voice filled with more than just his usual anger, but also the fear and worry he had felt about possibly losing you.

It was then you understood, that while you knew their roles were Katsuki battled and Gale Force rescued, the wind rescuer neglected to do his. That's why Katsuki was so angry. Why his jaw was clenched after he got to you. You'd been abandoned by his mission partner.

Gale Force looked over at you and stuttered out a poor excuse for an apology, but you didn't care. You just wanted Katsuki to hold you and go home, which he surprisingly did.

"Don't you have to do paper-paperwork on this before you can go ho-home?" you asked, still struggling with your speech as you try to process the nerves now that you're safe.

"That fucker can deal with it, if he knows what's good for him," he grumbled, as he flew you back home to the cozy apartment you shared.

You were still trembling when you arrived, and he didn't dare put you down until you were both inside with the door locked and he lovingly placed you on the big cloud couch in your living room before turning on the TV and passing you the remote before making his way to the kitchen. The angry clanking sounds coming from that direction had you more preoccupied than whatever was showing on the big screen until you heard his name.

Uh-oh! Looks like there's trouble in paradise between Pro Heros: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight and Gale Force, as they worked together on today's big take down/rescue mission as villains attacked several buildings in the downtown area. While Dynamight had taken on the role of battling and capturing the villains, Gale Force used his winds to propel himself rapidly between crumbling buildings and catch those innocents affected by the villainous destruction!

Katsuki appeared behind you and placed a plate on your lap, consisting of cut-up apples and pears as well as a simple ham and cheese sandwich. You shakily brought an apple slice to your mouth and he sat beside you as the newsanchor continued.

However, it seems that Gale Force's radar may have been a bit...defective as there was still one person left hanging, quite literally! Luckily for her, Dynamight was able to quickly assess the situation with the utmost precision and got to her before her poor limbs gave out. Here is a video of the immediate after effects of the rescue:

*The video shows you and Katsuki from a few feet away, Katsuki checking your arms, calling the medic over while Gale Force is laughing with a group of girls about who-knows-what. It was odd seeing it from a third-person point-of-view. Then, without realizing the camera was there, Katsuki sent the guy flying, screaming the same words you had witnessed before*

What do you think, folks? Was Dynamight in the right here? Do you think Gale Force deserved that mean hook on behalf of this young lady-oh, wait a moment! I'm being given some additional information. It seems that the young lady who was rescued by Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was none other than his lover! Oh man, I definitely wouldn't want to be on the other end of that punch with that being the case.

"Bastard's lucky I didn't blow him to pieces," he muttered as he grabbed another apple slice from your plate before his phone rang, startling you both.

"Dynamight," he answered and you heard a familiar voice on the other side.

Hawks

He got up and went back to the kitchen, probably to discuss the issue privately

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't lose my cool on television if that fucking airbender wasn't such a goddamn liability. He's getting sloppy, Hawks, we all know this and today it almost cost me the love of my life. Something has to be done"

It made your already-racing heart flutter even more to hear him call you that. It wasn't like you didn't already know, but he doesn't express it verbally very often. His love language was more acts of service and physical affection and while you wouldn't change the for the world, hearing him talk to someone about his love for you was mind-blowing.

You turned back to the screen to see he had changed the channel before he left to one of your favorites, the cartoon channel, which he thought was super corny but humored you anyway.

After about 20 minutes, he came back and sat beside you once again, this time resting his hand on your thigh where the plate used to be. It now sat on the coffee table in front of you where he reached for the last apple slice you left him, he looked over at your arms, seeing the bruises already forming.

"Are you in any pain?"

You shook your head. You just felt some soreness, nothing crazy, and you didn't want to worry him any more than he already was. It would probably feel worse later but some ice on it should be fine if it even got to that point.

What you wanted more than anything was to lie down, so that's exactly what you did. You rested your head on his lap and he caressed your hair as you both sat in silence, watching the little animated animals on the tv sing and dance their little hearts out until you fell asleep.

After several hours, you awoke with a jump. Something was...wrong. You felt like you were on fire. More specifically, your arms felt like they were igniting from the inside. You didn't know what time it was or how Katsuki ended up lying down with you without waking you, but you couldn't think of it for long because of the awful burning. You wiggled out of his arms and rushed to the bathroom to try and run some cold water over your arms to help the feeling but it wouldn't stop. You were trying to even your breathing and as your eyes adjusted to the light, you analyzed your arms to see they bruising had become pitch black, reflecting the amount of strength it had taken you to hold yourself up for as long as you did.

The cold water wasn't helping and the fear wasn't making the pain any better. You tried not to break down in tears but god, it was so painful. The most painful thing you've ever felt. You closed your eyes for just a moment while you tried to think of what else you could do, when you heard the faucet turn off and felt strong arms grab yours firmly, but gently. You opened your tear-filled eyes and saw Katsuki's focused ones on your arms, gently tracing them before seeing his hands begin to glow.

Heat, you realized and your eyes widened in fear as you pulled away.

"Hey," he said gently as we grabbed your chin to look at him, "I'm not gonna hurt you. The heat will relax your muscles and ease the pain, I promise."

You stared into his eyes for any sense of deceit, or doubt, and could find none so you just nodded. Anything for some relief.

Again, his hands began to glow as he grabbed yours and began to massage them gently. At first, the pressure did cause a bit of stinging but then the fire started to settle. He used his thumbs to massage circles up and down your forearms where it was at its worst, and you could feel the tension lessen.

You didn't realize you had been holding your breath until you let out a shakey one and then burst out sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and held you until you had no more left to cry, from the pain, from the fear of everything that happened today, from the thought that you would never see him again.

He then picked you up and took you to the bedroom and layed with you, continuing to massage your arms until you both fell asleep.

"I'll always take care of you," he whispered as your minded faded to dreams.

And he did, the entire rest of the week, he stayed home massaging your arms, feeding you, helping you bathe, doing everything for you until you were recovered enough that you were practically pushing him out the door and be the hero he is to people besides you.

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Hellooo, I've been live laugh loving your writing, so I decided to make a request.

Could I request a paul lahote x reader where the reader is dealing with a stalker but decides not to tell him about it because she doesn't want to worry him. But eventually, he notices that she's been really freaked out and paranoid so he confronts her about it and she breaks down and tells him so he and the rest of the pack helped her deal with the stalker.

(if your request aren't open, just ignore their same if you just don't feel like writing this)

English isn't my first language, so sorry about any spelling mistakes

Sorry, not sorry

Going out with Kim was a great idea! Until he found you. Who is he? You see him in the distance everywhere you go. You're getting random texts. You're too scared to tell Paul. What will happen? You don't know if he's human or not! Most likely, he is. The way he texts is too human-like.

"Babe." Paul snaps you out of your thoughts. "Hm?" You look up at him. You are sitting at the dinner table at Sam and Emily's. "I asked if you want me to make you a plate." He raises an eyebrow and then grabs your upper arm. "Is everything okay?" He leans down and whispers. You nod and smile at him. You feel terrible for lying.

Jared and Embry are side eyeing you guys. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You hesitate but pull it out and turn on the screen.

Unknown: the rez is beautiful! But not as beautiful as you. What does Paul or fuck boy call you? 'Babygirl' right? Haha.

You physically cringe but start to breathe heavy and look around, just moving your eyes. They are slightly wide.

Unknown: your eyes past me up, babygirl. Look again.

You look around again and begin to panic. Everyone in the pack at the table notices. "Y-you okay?" Quil asks. Jacob touches your arm. Paul and Emily in the kitchen making plates turn to you. "I'm okay." Your eyes wander again. Behind a tree, a tall figure stands there. You gasp and jump out of the chair. Paul rushes beside you, pulling you into him. "You're gonna talk to me. Now!" He demands. The pack stands up and rushes at the door, looking around outside. You start to cry against his chest and then lift your face up. "Remember when me and Kim had that girls' night?" He nods and glares his eyes. His jaw tenses. "Ever since then, there's been this stalker. I have no idea who he is. He gets closer and closer day by day. I saw him in the trees!" You yelled to the pack who are surrounded at the door. They quickly run outside. Paul starts fuming. If wolves started burning up smoke in anger, he would have been. Sam grabs Paul's shoulder. "We don't know If he's human or not. We can't phase in front of him. We just use our strength against him. Calm." He gently speaks to Paul.

He shoves Sam's hand off of his shoulder and runs outside. Sam follows him, and Emily grabs your arms. "I think we should call Charlie Swan." She suggests. "If the boys can't find him, we should." You nod your head.

You start to hear noises, which makes you jump up and run to the window. Jacob is holding his arms back, and Paul is screaming at him, punching him over and over. His face is bloody. Paul lifts his arm back, making a fist. His muscles flex back. His toned arms became more prominent. He swings again. You can't help but smile at your family and soulmate. You just know you are safe.

Soon, the pack comes back inside. You stand in behind where Paul takes his seat. Paul has a satisfied look on his face as he turns to face you. "Sorry." He smirks and then turns back around, mumbling, "Not sorry."

After all of that, you and Paul go home. He sighs and sits on the bed. You sit at your vanity, taking off your jewelry, pulling down your hair, and getting ready for a shower.

"You know, it pisses me off. You didn't tell me two weeks ago. You have to be honest with me." He speaks. Your heart breaks, and you look down, still at your vanity. "I know. I feel awful. I just - I didn't know what to do. This has never happened to me before." You turn around and face him. Your eyes get watery. "I was scared to worry you. I didn't think it'd get this bad." You watch his face. He still seems mad. He stands up and hovers over you. "Part of being soulmates is being honest, baby girl." You cower a little bit, but know he's not going to raise his voice or hurt you. "I'm so sorry. I'll do better." You sniffle. He sighs and pulls your head into his stomach, and strokes your hair. "It's okay. I love you." He kisses the top of your head. "I love you, too." You smile against him. You pull away and look up at him. "I need to shower." He smiles at you and then lifts you up to your feet. "Can I join you?" He smirks. You roll his eyes and kiss his lips softly. "I guess." You mumble while giggling.

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The Darkest Hour

Ch.4: Guardian

Summary: After being labeled as crazy for trying to report that robot aliens exist on national television, you lose your job and move to Jasper City. In a drastic turn of fate, you meet Optimus Prime. You and Team Prime get together to find ancient relics that are vital to the Autobot's cause.

Along the way, you and Optimus start to develop feelings that go beyond comradeship.

But what happens when he discovers you've been lying all of this time?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/60642838/chapters/157365316

Ch.4: Guardians

     It was rather quiet at the base. Ratchet sometimes would look at the hangar's elevated floor. He thought he would see you there. He didn't find you as annoying as other humans. You were rather curious. Asking about all things Cybertronian. It was like talking to a child sometimes but he didn't mind explaining especially when you had questions about Cybertronian biology.

    He didn't want to admit it but he-

Beep. Beep.

"Oh? I got a video from (Y/n)!"

    Ratchet hears Jack exclaim from the sofa and this immediately gets his attention.

"I don't have enough time. I have been abducted by Decepticons. I'll lead them to the relic located in Fingal's Cave, Northern Ireland two days from now. Retrieve my cell phone from my house. I am sorry."

.

.

.

    You didn't have time.

You rapidly click 'sent' before breaking your laptop in half. You know they were coming for you and as soon as you heard the doors open, you quickly grabbed one cigarette.

    Two Decepticons dragged you across the Nemesis. You couldn't walk a lot, probably due to a broken bone or something else.

    It took about three minutes to reach another door. Everything looked the same except for a few purple colors and other doors that had guards.

    One of the doors opened and the two Decepticons pushed you inside, making fall to the floor.

"What is our status with the machine?"

"We still need to make modifications. The human mind is different from that of a Cybertronian," Knockout tried his best to figure out a way to make his machinery work. "Getting into her memories will be difficult without the proper materials."

"Then I trust that you will be making progress soon, Knockout."

    The lights in the room blinded you.  Not because they were too bright but due that you were deprived of light for two days.

    Two Decepticons carried you by the arms, you were too weak to walk, your stomach hurts, your head too and your energy was low.

"Prisoner was seen scavenging on the vault."

"I was looking for food!" you muster all the strength you had to defend yourself. "I've been here for two days and haven't eaten a thing."

"Wasn't the Energon cup I left on your cell enough?"

    The Decepticon was an automobile that you found a bit strange but you didn't have the right mind to question it. Things were just the way they were.

"Humans don't eat Energon, I'll die! Shouldn't you be smart enough to know that?"

    A taller figure walks in front of you. His steps made the entire floor move but you had gotten used to the feeling of it. He studies you, walks around you and his optics pierce through your soul.

"The fact that you are still standing after yesterday's event is admirable. I wouldn't expect anything less from Optimus' pet."

    You didn't like the sound of that but you were too tired to fight it. Your body is in pain from all the bruises and maybe a few other injuries. They had beat you up after you refused to speak. It wasn't for a long time, Megatron seemed to know that you would be a difficult one.

"What were you looking for in the vault?"

    Megatron asks and you don't say a word. You look away.

"I won't ask again," he gets closer to your face. So close that you could see his optics and the mechanics behind it. There wasn't a single thing that didn't move as small as it seemed. Everything had a function and it fascinated you. "What were you looking for in the vault? Was it your bag? Anything of importance in there?"

    You took a few seconds to respond and you raised a hand. You slowly opened it, putting one cigarette in front of his face.

"What is this ... artifact?"

    Megatron takes the cigarette in his hand, inspecting it.

"I was looking for my bag ... because I wanted that. It makes me less hungry."

    The Decepticon leader drops the cigarette on the floor and steps on it. Crushing your hopes.

"Pain may not be enough to make you speak," Megatron keeps looking at you and as much as you would like to keep the eye-staring contest, you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"But let's wait and see how you react after hunger takes over you."

"I won't talk."

    It hurts to even do so.

"Oh, but all of this would be so much easier if you did," he turns around and walks towards a berth. One that is not completely functional. At least it doesn't work with humans. Yet. "Regardless, we'll get what we want. Talk or do not talk, the choice is yours."

...

    It has been a couple of days since you had left the base. It has been quiet around here without you. The kids can be a bit nosey but nothing the Autobots couldn't handle.

    Optimus wonders what you would do if you were here. Would you be on your laptop? Maybe have a conversation with him? If you wanted, he could talk to you for hours, giving you information about Cybertronian culture. In exchange, he could ask you about human traditions. After the talk you two had about the human process of creating life, he was particularly curious about the human body.

    He had just come back from patrol duty with Bumblebee when he heard a lot of talking between his Autobot friends.

"Optimus!"

    Ratchet's preoccupied voice was something he wasn't fond of. It could mean two things. One, someone had messed up with one of his experiments. Two, bad news.

"(Y/N) has been captured by the Decepticons!"

Or three. Horrible news.

....

Bombs. Guns. Granades.

Screams. Fire. Blood. Pain. 

    When you were told that you were going to report on the war in a faraway land, you were excited. This was going to be your big step. The thing that will mark your career forever.

And it did mark you. Forever. But in ways you thought unimaginable.

It wasn't until you saw men, women and children being killed that you truly realized how stupid the world really is. It's a war and no one ever wins. So why? Why?

"Will I ever stop ... being so useless?"

    Another day of not eating.

You didn't know when you were going to start to hallucinate. Maybe you already were. You wished you could smell the outside air. You had not realized how different the air is when the majority of living creatures occupying the area are alien robots. It's a different type of smell. Clean and sanitized, kinda like the smell of a hospital but with a more metal element to it.

    The doors from your prison cell open. You are thankful because you hated the dark. Not really a phobia but many thoughts cross your mind when there is no light around you.

    Megatron slowly makes his way towards you.

He is not that intimidating. Are you afraid? Yes, of course. But if you had to compare, Optimus had a more menacing frame. Although Megatron's eyes could frighten anyone, the way he moves and presents himself does not imply any harm. You won't underestimate him. Not a bit.

"I won't say a word."   

    You say as you look at him. You sat in a corner, nothing was tying you down. Not like it matters, it's not like you could do much against giant robots.

"I did not come here for that," his voice is way less intimidating. In different circumstances, Optimus could very well have been the villain. "I have come for a small conversation."

"If you think you can manipulate me into talking-"

"I would rather like to call it ... convincing you with words."

    You knew this was going to be an interesting conversation.

"Words are powerful."

    You say as he stands in front of you. You don't stand up, having a nice view of his posture. You can tell so much by the way someone moves.

"Agreed."

    You wait for a few seconds, keeping eye contact. The room didn't look so dark now as Megatron had this purple aura that surrounded him.

    You didn't know what he wanted but you were waiting for him to speak. But he was also studying you, trying to find the best way to talk to you.

"Eons ago, I was a young gladiator trying to survive."

    Out of everything, you didn't imagine Megatron to be a storyteller. Oh, but how much you loved a good tale. Especially the ones about myths and legends of great warriors doing the impossible. Even if it's a story about a bot becoming a destroyer of worlds.

"Every day, as I exited the pit after killing comrades, I would watch the upper classes cheer for me."

    He seems to remember the cheers, the chanting crowds. But his optics had changed, for a second, he was lost. Going back to those moments. There is some fear in them and you didn't know if he was being honest or it's another manipulation tactic.

"But what was there to cheer for? I had massacred Cybertronians. Someone like me and them."

    You didn't doubt his words. At least there is some truth to them, you could tell as much.

"I would kill as I watched them eat the best kind of Energon. Drink the rarest of oils and wear the highest of tech accessories."

    Megatron gets closer to you but he never kneels. He still believes he is above you. It's comical. Telling you stories about the inequality he suffered when there will never be a time he will see you as equal.

"Do you know what that feels like? Being tortured if you failed? Your spinal cord breaking and have no spare parts to repair it? While I see others throw parts into the pit, like their lives meant nothing."

    Rage. He is filled with it. Finally, an emotion you could sympathize with or at least recognize. You didn't break eye contact nor were afraid. If he wanted to kill you, he had done so a very long time ago. You are more curious and in awe at the being in front of you.

    His metal was damaged and scratched, his tall figure and spiky demeanor. He appears to be fierce, he had to be, otherwise he wouldn't be here. But you can't help and wonder if he had been allowed a different life, would he be different?

"I don't fight for freedom," Megatron says. "I fight for my survival."

    You sigh heavily and your eyes show nothing but exhaustion. You muster the strength to speak. You can't give him anything but your sympathy.

"... You must be so tired."

    You must be hallucinating because for a moment you could have sworn you saw something else in those red eyes.

    Megatron turns around, no longer allowing you to see his face.

"Optimus was just like those Cybertronians I hated and he continues to be one. The system I fight to break, he continues to fight to repair it."

He steals a glance your way and he notices your concern.

"He was part of the crowd. Enjoying every match, every death. Laughing as it happened. How did you think we met?"

    He walks back towards you but you notice his steps have become slower. The floor didn't tremble as much as if he was being careful without knowing.

"Oh? Didn't he tell you?"

    You part your sight away from his. After a heavy sigh, you take up the courage to look at him again.

"We've been looking for ancient Cybertronian relics," you don't have another option. You had to sacrifice a little bit of truth to survive. "We don't know their function yet but we believe that they might be parts of something bigger."

"And do you know the location of these relics?"

"Just of one, the rest of the information is on my cellphone."

    He seems to be interested now or rather atypical about your wording. He probably doesn't know certain terminology.

"And where is this cellphone you speak of?"

    You muster a smile. You know Megatron can be a great negotiator, but so are you.

"If you want to know, I'll have my bag. With my cigarettes."

....

Fingal's Cave, Northern Ireland.

    The night is dark and full of mysteries. Especially in dark caves where the waves of the sea clash against the rocks. It would have been a perfect vacation, had you not been kidnapped by evil alien robots. This might be nothing for them, maybe just a nice bubble bath. But to you? It's a certain death. You don't even know how to swim.

    You stand next to Megatron. Behind you, there are a few warrior Decepticons. It was cold and humid and your intrusive thoughts made you want to jump into the crazed waves.

"The relic should be right there," you point to one of the walls and Megatron quickly looks at his army. It took only one look for them to know what they were supposed to do. Excavate.

You waited for a few seconds and noticed how fast they were putting away rocks and dust. Soon they will reach the relic and once they have what they want they will take you back to the Nemesis.

    Suddenly, a green moving circle appears on the other side of the cave. You are a bit relieved. For a moment you genuinely thought they wouldn't appear.

    It's the first time you see a ground bridge. It's beautiful and even more the aliens coming out from it. Tall, big, strong. Everything you weren't and for a moment you feel guilty. They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't be worrying about an insignificant life such as yours.

"Took you all long enough."

    Optimus stands in front of his team. A battle mask covers half of his face, he looks fierce. You had never seen him like this before. He was intimidating and you were a bit scared of what he could do.

"Let (y/n) go, Megatron."

"Did you bring her cell phone?"

    A shiver runs down your spine. You look up at him and he looks at you. Your eyes and his optics meet for a second. Unable to control your confusion, your voice betrayed you. With Megatron, showing emotion is a fatal mistake.

"What? How do you-"

"Nothing happens in the Nemesis without me knowing. Or do you think I was careless enough to leave your cell-door open?" his voice resonates within the containment of the cave. Not even the waves crashing could subside his voice. "I wanted you to contact them so they could do all the work for me."

"I am sure you must have led them to other relics. If they want you, they must turn them in as well."

    You began to panic, your plan was crumbling. It was your fault for believing you could outsmart a million-years living creature.

"It's not true! They don't have them, I never-"

"We have one."

    If looks could kill, your eyes would have killed Optimus. In fact, the Autobots have two relics. Optimus is lying and although a part of you is glad to know he could lie, right now you wish he had stayed quiet.

"Then you know what you must do."

    Megatron suddenly picks you up, putting you a few meters above the water level.

    You didn't know what to say. There was no guarantee that after receiving the relic, Megatron would let you go safely. Most importantly, you didn't understand. Why would the Autobots risk losing a valuable item over a human? There were many of you and only a few of those artifacts.

    Optimus doesn't hesitate and uses his comm-link. Speaking clearly, he calls Ratchet, ordering him to bring one relic through the ground bridge.

    Meanwhile, you see the Decepticons work on obtaining the other relic. They must be close as their excavation has become slower, maybe due that they do not want to damage the relic.

    You try to find a way to break free but Megatron's grasp is too strong.  Your body has started giving up, you haven't eaten in four days and your mouth tastes like cigarettes.

    After a few tense minutes, Ratchet comes from the groundbridge, holding the white pot that contained the relic. You instinctively move your head from side to side. You didn't want to be the reason they lost it.

"Starscream, retrieve the relic and the cell phone."

    You didn't notice the Commander before. Your senses must be failing you by now. He passes by Megatron and you know that if he could, he would push the leader of the Decepticons into the water.

"My pleasure, my liege."

    And as he passes by, you can see Ratchet's disappointed face. All of their faces, as a matter of fact. You hated being useless and being used. You thought that staying quiet was the best option. But after seeing Optimus hand down your cell phone to Starscream and his cocky smile, you couldn't have it.

"Just go!" you scream, hoping that your voice is loud enough. "I'll figure it out! You don't have to do this!"

    But it's like they weren't paying attention. Like your opinion didn't matter at all. Like you were a liability that had to be taken care of, not listened to.

    Ratchet hesitantly gives the white ceramic pot to Starscream who aggressively takes it in his claws. He happily walks back to his Master as if he had finished completing the hardest of missions.

"You have what you wanted. Now let her go!"

    Optimus threatens Megatron but it only amuses him. He looks at you, taking a few seconds to appreciate your face one last time.

"Lord Megatron, we have retrieved this place's relic."

    Starscream says as the army of Decepticons had successfully extracted the artifact and that's everything Megatron needed to hear.

"A deal it's a deal," Megatron crossed optics with Optimus.  "But this is for lying."

    He opens his claws, letting you go and dropping you into the wild waves.

    Megatron watches as Optimus jumps to save you. A selfless act, very much like him. What he was doing for you, he would do for anyone else. But there was something about it. Something that Megatron knew would catch Optimu's attention. Whatever it was, he would figure it out eventually. For now, he will let Prime have you. To let him enjoy his human pet as much as he can. Before taking you away.

"Next time, bring me all the relics you have, Prime. Or she will pay the price."

    Bulkhead, Arcee and Bumblebee didn't even hesitate to go after him. They focused on helping Optimus and it was too late regardless. Megatron was already one step inside the groundbrige, ready to go back to the Nemesis.

"How did you know they had more relics?" Starscream walks behind Megatron, curious about his actions.

"I didn't," he says. "It's all a bet. Besides ..."

    Megatron stops walking and quickly glances back. Getting a glimpse of Optimus coming out of the water, holding your fragile body.

"She's not half bad."

....

    The first thing that crossed your mind after waking up was ... work.

Fowler told you to not worry about it and that things had been taken care of.

    You didn't want to ask any further.

Especially after learning that you could no longer go back to your home.

    It took you a couple of days to recover.

Falling into the wild waters of Fingal's Cave had done more injuries than the ones the Decepticons inflicted on you. Your body crashed a few times into rocks before Optimus rescued you.

     But the pain in your body did not compare to the disappointment you feel.

    You couldn't even look at the Autobots without feeling ashamed.

Now you can't even go home now.

"I apologize as for you now have to remain here. But it must be in your best interest to stay since the Decepticons know of your home location."

    You didn't hear Optimus come through the rooftop door. Even with his massive steps and weight. Maybe you had gotten used to the sound of walking bots too fast.

"You may not be too fond of sharing a home but I promise you we are not too loud."

    The top of the hangar gave you the best view of the Nevada desert. With sad rocks and a few cacti... alright maybe it wasn't that visually appealing.

    But the night sky made up for it.

"I don't do good with people ... and bots," you pull out a cigarette from your jacket's pocket and light it up. Hearing Optimus coming closer and sitting down on the cliff with you.

    You immediately move away for a few centimeters, feeling uncomfortable at the closeness. You didn't notice your body had acted this way but Optimus did.

"I can sense some hostility emitting from you."

    Optimus optics lay on you but you wouldn't spare him a look.

"Optimus was just like those Cybertronians I hated and he continues to be one. The system I fight to break, he continues to fight to repair it."

    You didn't know if you should bring up the matter or just keep it to yourself. But after the events at the Nemesis, you find yourself unable to look at Optimus the same. Not like it matters much, but deep down, a part of you wanted to trust him ... to believe in him.

"If there are any concerns-"

"Megatron told me," you interrupt him, the act feels disrespectful but you hope he didn't feel like that. "That you used to enjoy watching him fight and kill others in the gladiator's pits. That you fight to bring the caste system back."

"While is true that I used to attend such activities, I never supported it," subconsciously, Optimus wanted you to look at him. He needed your acknowledgment, something you refused to give him at the moment.    

    "Megatron and I used to share similar ideologies. But he believed that equality could only be obtained if the other classes were eliminated."

"And you?"

"I believe that every sentient being has the ability to change."

    You let out a subsided laugh, looking down at your lap and then up again at the desert night.

    "So what? You were hoping to change a whole social class with pretty words and inspiring speeches?"

"We cannot build a new world founded on violence."

"And where has that led you? To a strange planet and your race almost extinct."

    He had good sentiments, you admired that but at some point you consider naivety to be stupidity.

"Cybertron will be rebuilt on tragedy," you say.

"And what am I supposed to do? Let him have his way?"

    You have noticed that Optimus speaks less formally when he finds himself in a tough spot. Now, it was one of those moments. Your words had hit a circuit but you didn't want for this to turn into an argument. Not when you wanted to gain his sympathy.

"I am not saying I know what's best. What I am saying is that I thought you..."

    You couldn't continue with your sentence. Because what you wanted to say was stupid and based on old ideas. Maybe deep down, you wished Optimus was that hero the world needed. But he was a leader. The leader of a war where there is no winner. He could only do what he did best. And that was making the hard decisions no one else could.

    You had put too much expectations on his shoulders. He can't be a hero and a leader at the same time. If he were to be a hero, he would have been dead long ago. But his team needed him alive, he couldn't afford to die a martyr. He must know that.

"Listen to me Prime," you called him by his first name. Now more than ever, you believe there will never be a time when you will call him by his first name. "Everyone is a slave to something. Even you are enslaved to your own stupid ideologies of hope."

    You were always precausious to never show your beliefs. Maybe years ago, you shared similar sentiments as Optimus. You saw yourself in him and you wanted to save him. Save him from the disappointment of the real truth of your world.

"But let me tell you this; you have those views because you lived through better times. You have tasted peace and solemnity," you had no stand to be lecturing him. Yet, you didn't see it that way. You were just speaking your feelings.

      "But them? Working as miners, being gladiators just for your entertainment? They never had what you did. This is their hope to have better times."

    You sigh heavily and feel your lungs struggle to breathe.

"And you just took that from them."

    Seconds turned into minutes and you thought Optimus would stand up and leave you alone. But he instinctively got closer to you. He probably didn't notice his actions.

"I used to really enjoy watching your old reports."

    The leader of the Autobots looks back fondly at the younger version of you. A few years back you had done a story about a small town that had been struck by a tornado. Many died and homes were destroyed.

    But instead of focusing on the downside of things, you talked about how the community came together to help each other build back their town. The resilience and strength. Optimus was inspired by how such small things could build things bigger than themselves.

     "Even when the report was about a catastrophic event, you always ended things positively."

"In the days where I had doubts, where I thought I couldn't do this anymore, I ... "

    He pauses, he can't understand the feeling in his spark but his voice box struggles to process words.

"I would watch you on TV and you would give me inspiration to continue my mission."

    His formality had dropped drastically and you wonder if this was his way to let his guard down and open up to you.

"But now that you are telling me this ... I think you are right," his voice cracks and your world crumbles.  "What is left worth fighting for?"

You didn't know Optimus could feel doubt and hesitancy. You are reminded of the power of words. How you, a small insignificant human could make a robot full of wisdom question the truth of his life? It was too much power and you didn't want it. You didn't want Optimus to view life the way you do. So pessimistic, so gloomy.

    You didn't believe in any of it, hope, love. None of that was enough to change the world. But Optimus didn't have to know that.

You wanted him to keep believing. To belive he could change the world with just words.

Fuck the truth.

"Megatron is full of rage," you say. "And sometimes rage allows us to live. To survive."

    You decide to overstep boundaries and you put a hand over his servo. But you don't look at him, too shy to do so.

"But faith does too."

    You were no one to question his beliefs. If you were completely honest, you would like to keep enjoying the company of this Optimus. The optimistic one, resilient, strong with unbreakable morals.

But in the back of your mind, the question still remains. There's no victory without sacrifice.

What if to win the war, to give meaning to the lives of fallen ones, he has to sacrifice his ideologies and beliefs?

What would you do ... Optimus?

"(Y/n)," Optimus calls your name so sweetly you feel your body shake up a little.

    He holds your hand, so delicately, so softly as if he is afraid of hurting you. As if he is afraid you might break. You had never been held so fondly,  your heart feels like melting.

"I have failed miserably in protecting you," He looks at your body and you feel like his optics pierce through your soul.  You feel seen but you didn't mind it one bit. "The injuries in your body are proof of it."

"I am aware we are strangers to titles but I would like to establish a new relationship."

    You didn't understand how he could make you feel in such a way. In a state of warmth and peace. How his presence alone was enough to comfort and heal wounds that go beyond physical pain.

"If you accept me as your guardian, I'll protect you and no harm shall ever find your way. I'll give my life for you if necessary. I'll do as you ask and have your safety as one of my purposes for living. Under these stars as a witness, I swear this to you."

    Like the stars above, there were many mysteries you didn't understand. You thought that maybe Optimus was one of those mysteries as well. Otherwise, you didn't understand how such a beautiful creature would ever put your life above his own. Does he see you as a bothersome being? Probably. But you don't mind. A part of you wanted to be protected by such a powerful creature. A righteous one at least. Maybe he does see you as a pet to be taken care of.

    But now that you think about it ... You don't mind devoting yourself to him either.

"I accept but under one condition," you wish you could be closer to his face, you feel a need to look closer at his optics.  "If you protect me ... then I'll take care of you."

"Care for me?"

"If you ever have doubts, if you feel lonely, or if you just want to talk,"  all of a sudden you feel shy and you quickly part your sight. You didn't have the time to think the reason why. "I want to share the burden of your decisions with you, please."

"You will do that for me?"

    He blinks multiple times, unsure of your words and you find this cute.

"You are willing to give up on your life for me," you make a small pause before continuing. "It's the least I can do."

    Looking at a desert wasn't fun. But talking always was. Especially with an alien robot with millions of years' worth of wisdom. It's strange how you always felt better after talking to Optimus. He doesn't seem to be the type to judge and that's what you appreciated the most about him.

"(Y/N), You have proven to be more than meets the eye," you hear his voice closer and immediately turn. He had slouched significantly to be able to see you face to face. It must be an uncomfortable position but he still made the effort to see you at an eye level.

    Maybe he also had a certain need to be as close as possible to you.

"I am glad the universe allowed us to encounter."

And before you could have the time to blush again, your brain replayed his words.

"Don't you mean optic? You guys don't have eyes."

    Optimus straightens his back, no longer looking at you. This time he looks up at the sky, he looks curiously at them. Putting a servo on his chin, he looks to be in deep thought.

"That is true. But that is an ancient saying of my people."

"If it's an ancient saying then can we assume your kind and mine have met before?"     You tilted your head, imagining the possibilities. You move your feet into a yoga position, feeling more comfortable.

"That is an interesting theory although I don't remember reading such things back at the archives. Maybe it's something worth investigating."

    Optimus also thought of the possibilities, maybe this could be tied to the relics.

"Oh! Do you want to investigate it together?" this could be an important piece to your report. It would also be more credible if you had an actual Transformer help you write on what is probably one of the greatest discoveries in human history.

     "We could write a report on it and give an informative presentation to the kids and the Autobots."

You put your hands up and them move them slowly in a parting motion.

"Cybertron and Earth: A Deeper Look Into Cybertronian-Human Relations and Why Our History Is Longer Than We Think."

The topic sounded more interesting to Optimus and the archivist in him started to show. You knew this by the way he would blink more often. It happened whenever something excited him.

"That sounds like a remarkable and revolutionary subject. I could try to look into Cybertron's' old archives and see if I can find something related to the topic."

If Optimus could always be excited like this, you wish you could hear him talk forever. Could he tell you all the stories and tales of his people. But would it hurt him to speak about them? To reminiscence the past may open old wounds and you didn't want to be the cause of it. You won't push it but you'll wait until he is ready.

"And I'll interview Fowler and see if he knows something or knows someone that knows more of the topic." That will be a challenge but there hasn't being a single person who never gave you an interview. Of course, you find your way. Ethical or not, it didn't matter as long as the truth was revealed.

"I  am looking forward to hearing about your findings."

"I am excited to look at your research too!"

That night you learned many things. About Optimus especially. About how he would blink a lot whenever something got him excited. About how he loses his formality in words when he gets comfortable, excited or angry. Things like this made him feel closer to you as if he wasn't from an alien race but rather just another living creature existing in the same universe. And that's exactly what it was.

One hour turned into two, then three, four. Time passed by so fast, just talking and enjoying each other company. You smoked a few cigarettes and promised Optimus to buy a few gallons of oil for him to enjoy next time.

Although you were still downhearted for being unable to return to your home, you tried to look at the bright side of things. It was something you weren't used to do. But being with Optimus, his optimism rubbed off on you.

    You two talked endlessly until you fell asleep on his servos. Optimus watched the sunrise; grateful to have met you, thinking how beautiful it was to love the ordinary. For at least, and with all the certainty in the universe he knew ... he was worthy of this.

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A/N: This chapter took longer than I expected and I think after this one I am going to work on another fic (from another fandom) because I am so close to finishing that story and I just haven't uploaded in sometime. But! I'll be writing one shots for tumblr. I'll start working on a one shot for Christmas! The poll is over and we have a winner. Thank you to everyone who voted and all the comments, notes and likes. I'll take my time to respond to each of you :) My inbox is always open for any comment, ideas, concerns or prompts ideas.

I definitely want for Reader and Optimus to have chemistry. I think it's very important to show interaction with each other and show why they are attracted instead of them just having them fall randomly? Like I want to show Optimus and Reader have similar interest and passions but having contrasting ideas. I'll probably have them dancing and being silly together at some point.

On the next chapter I'll have Reader do some actual work. She's gonna be undercover (she has to dress seductively to fit into the world of car racing where she meets a hot mechanic who teaches her a lot about cars and Optimus has to follow her around cause that's his job as his guardian. His circuits go crazy cause he can't understand why all of a sudden he finds a human attractive-)

I want Optimus to feel like he has something of his own, something only he can protect and take care of because he can and wants (by choice) and it's not forced upon him nor a responsibility to bear (like the matrix) and that lovely thing being you ofc.

Sorry for an errors and grammar mistakes, I don't proof read.

I also feel like I haven't used much of the other bots so I'll make sure to use them more often now if the plot requires it.

I think that's all for now. Thank you so much for reading and see you in the next chapter!

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello! i was wondering if you could do poly!plastic x reader where regina has a condition like anemia or is simply just sick and won't admit that she's sick or needs help till she eventually collapses. sorry if it's too specific and you absolutely don't have to do it if you fon't wanna! :)

The Date-

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; mostly Regina's pov, mentions of throw up, Regina's sick and hiding it, Gretchen stands up to Regina (though briefly), Regina blacks out, brief swearing

|| Summary; when Regina wakes up, she finds she isn't feeling well. But holds out for the date later that evening.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

+ Anon Request; hey can you do poly!plastics x reader where it's regina being sick or anemic (only her gfs know that) but would never admit if she's not feeling well because she has an image to "uphold." sorry if it's too specific! it's all gopd i you can't 😅

Author Note; i wrote her being sick, since that was easier for me to write 🫶

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It wasn't often Regina George got sick. In fact, there was hardly ever a time where she was. Of course she's faked being sick a number of times, just like every other kid. But today she was not feeling great. Like, at all. Every time she took a step Regina felt like she would throw up. Or pass out. Or both.

But did she take the day off? No. Because there were things she genuinely wanted to do at school and after today. She wanted to see her girlfriends and partner. Plus, Regina was looking forward to their date tonight. She booked them reservations at a nice ass restaurant and it would suck to lose their spot. Considering the next wait was nearly two months. She wasn't about to wait forever again. So, Regina tried her hardest to look okay. She may have over done it a bit on the makeup, but Regina hardly cared right now.

Despite feeling sick, Regina still took the time to pick up all of you. You, Gretchen and Karen. None of you noticed the signs at first. Gretchen thought she maybe saw a grimace, or was it a scowl? Sometimes it was hard to tell with the blonde. She did try keeping an eye on her, though it didn't take long before Gretchen was distracted by Karen's lips.

Being at school was probably the worst part of it. She skipped a lot of her classes. Regina ended up spending most of her day in the bathroom, just in case she threw up. Because there was no way she would be listening to a teacher right now. No matter who told her to. She'd come out for lunch, hanging out with you and the girls. Trying to seem okay enough that no one would ask her any questions.

Regina managed to make it all the way until the end of the day. Where everything went wrong. Regina was walking next to you, on her other side was Gretchen and Karen. The four of you walking together. You held Regina's hand, rambling about whatever your latest interest was. And Regina tried to pay attention. She really, really did. But... everything went black.

She could vaguely hear the sounds of voices, though it was like she was separated by water. It was muffled, groggily. All around impossible to understand. When she finally came to, Regina was in the nurse's office at the school. Bucket at her couch side. You were next to her while Gretchen and Karen watched nervously. Hands and arms linked together. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but you put a hand to her chest. Keeping her down.

"No you don't," You murmured. Regina's eyes locked to yours and you could see the pain and nausea behind her eyes.

"What..?" Regina had started to ask what happened, but you answered before she could speak. Wanting her to save her strength. You gently brushed Regina's hair out of her face, hand cupping her cheek before you spoke.

"You passed out. Nurse said you looked feverish," You explained, Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes. Slowly letting herself sink into the couch a bit. Before her eyes widened.

"The date-" Regina said, once gain thinking about the reservations. You just smiled softly and shook your head. Looking to Gretchen.

"Absolutely not, those reservations aren't as important as your health." Gretchen put her foot down; which was rare for her to do. Especially to Regina. Though Gretchen's worry for her out weighed any fears.

"There were reservations?" Karen blinked, looking at Gretchen. She forgot all about it. Gretchen just sighed.

"Not for tonight." Her tone held a sense of firmness to it that sounded weird coming from Gretchen. Regina challenged her, knowing it usually didn't take much to sway the girl.

"Excuse me? We're going, I paid a shit tone for those spots. Besides, I'm literally fine. You're overreacting." Regina grumbled. Trying to keep hold of her image. She had to be fine.

You frowned at her, deciding to take over when you saw Gretchen tense up," we'll get a refund, baby. Go another time. But like Gretchen said, those reservations aren't as important as your health."

Regina did not look happy in the slightest. But she finally stopped fighting on it, mostly because she threw up in the trash can. And she was smart enough to know there would be no convincing after that.

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 2/?

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Some might be a bit ooc but good thing it's called fanfiction and not fantruth amirite

Things to look forward to:

Roo and Goodie (that's the name I decided to give "The Good of All Mankind"

Sins being a somewhat close family/friends (Even with Mammon the jackass)

Badass Luci being the badass king of hell

Father-Daughter moments

Very subtle radioapple (brainrot)

If anyone wants to write a proper fic format based on this, I would be happy to give you permission as long as I can get to read it!

Do we have a deal?

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Charlie can't sleep all night even though she realizes that she is tired. It's almost noon but she didn't have the strength to get up yet and face everyone. Millions of thoughts are running through her mind. How could she say that to her dad? He was just trying to help. She didn't mean it. It was just in the heat of the moment. She doesn't really think that, right? She loves her dad. It's just not fair. That's no excuse. Wrong. Wrong Wrong. She's sorry. So so very sor-

Vaggie: Babe?

Charlie turns to the door and sees her girlfriend.

Vaggie: How are you feeling?

Charlie: Like I'm the worst daughter ever.

Vaggie comes to sit with her in the bed and hugs her lover as she starts to cry again.

Charlie: Why did I say that to him, Vaggie? He was just trying to help me. If it was any one of you, I would've done the same and made you rest.

Vaggie purses her lips, unsure of what to say.

Vaggie: Why don't you eat something first.

Charlie: is- is he down there?

Vaggie: I-

Before Vaggie could answer, Razzle enters the room in a hurry, gesturing wildly for them to come down. They both run to the lobby following the familiar.

Charlie expected another demon out to cause trouble in the hotel but it was-

Charlie: Aunt Bel?!

It was the Sin of Sloth, Belphegor, standing at the center of the lobby. The other guests watch in apprehension as Alastor's black tentacles are somewhat showing.

Charlie approaches her aunt slowly and notices that despite still upholding the regal stature, the bags under their eye are more prominent than before. The Sin gives a slight bow.

Belphegor: Princess. Your father was not at the palace. I would like to speak to him. Urgently.

Charlie: Oh um. Yes, he's here. He's in his room.

She beckons Razzle to fetch her father.

Charlie: Is something wrong?

Belphegor hesitates but doesn't answer.

Lucifer arrives downstairs the next moment.

Charlie sees the wet look in her father's eyes. Like he's been crying. Of course, he was. She knows her dad. He's her dad-

Charlie tries to catch her dad's gaze but he doesn't so much glance at her direction.

Lucifer: Bel.

The Sin of Sloth gives a deeper bow to her king.

Belphegor: Your Majesty. If I could borrow you for a moment down in Sloth. There is a... situation.

Lucifer adjusts his stance. None of the sins ever called him by anything other than his name before. That is unless there is something wrong or they fucked up big time.

Lucifer: And you went all the way from Sloth?

Belphegore: I- I do not feel it to be wise to discuss this matter over the phone.

That wasn't cryptic at all for the hotel residents.

Lucifer waves for her to come closer and she whispers something into his ear. Everyone was holding their breath.

As soon as she's done, Lucifer and her start moving.

Lucifer: I will be in Sloth. Alastor.

Alastor appears in a wave of shadows to his side.

Alastor: Yes, sire?

Lucifer: I will be unreachable until I resolve this. I'm sure you can handle keeping an eye on the hotel?

Alastor grins.

Alastor: I would be offended if you weren't.

Charlie: Wait! Dad! Please, can we talk before you leave?

Lucifer: Char-ch-

He stops himself and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer: Sorry, Charlie. We'll talk after.

Lucifer gives his daughter a small smile and squeezes her hand.

Husk: What the fuck was that?

Charlie could only stare as her father and aunt disappeared in a portal to the Sloth ring.

Charlie: I don't know.

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Part 3 Snippet:

Belphegore: Lucifer! What are you doing?!

[mandiemegatron]

ꜱᴀᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ

ʟᴀᴅꜱ ʙᴏʏꜱ (ᴍɪɴᴜꜱ ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ) x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ; ʜᴇʟʟᴀ ꜱᴀᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴄ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ, ᴜɴʀᴇQᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ, ᴍɪꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ, ᴍᴄ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

♡ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ♡ ; ɢᴇɴᴇꜱɪꜱ ɪɪ / ʀᴀʏᴇ ;; ꜱᴏʙᴇʀ / ᴘ!ɴᴋ ;; ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ / ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ ;; ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ / ᴀʟᴏᴋ, ᴀʟɪᴅᴀ

ᴬ/ᴺ ; ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ᵒʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴸᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵃʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵉˡˡᵃ ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵒᵘᵗ, ˢᵒ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏᶠᵘˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ 🥺💖 ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ !

ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴛᴀ, ᴍᴏꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʜᴇɴᴏᴍᴇɴᴀʟ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ 💖

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴜꜱᴇ!

ZAYNE ;

After a few (what you assumed were) lunch dates with Zayne, you'd finally tried to find the strength to properly ask him out for a real date. Making yourself look as presentable as possible, you mustered all your courage before heading down to the hospital, a small note in your pocket that you'd spent nearly the entire night writing up to give to Zayne.

“Oh, Y/N! Nice to see you!”

You spun on your toes as you went to take a corner, flashing Dr. Grayson a grin and a small wave as you replied lightly,

“You too, Dr. Grayson! Another day in paradise, eh?”

The brown haired man gives a small shake of his head, a flash of a grin on his lips as he gently chuckles out, “Oh, you know it.” He then asks, “You here to see Dr. Zayne?”

You give a light nod before smiling again and joking, “It is Tuesday, isn't it?”

Dr. Grayson laughs and waves you off before walking in the opposite direction, calling over his shoulder, “Take it easy, Y/N!”

The second you get on the elevator, anxiety begins to eat away at your stomach. Your fingers fiddle with themselves as you watch the numbers climb, the soft beep of each passing floor causing a chill to slowly crawl up your back. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself as you step out the second the elevator stops and the door slides open.

You're not five steps from Zayne’s office when your phone vibrates once. Your heart immediately sinks as you take in the text from none other than Zayne.

Zayne: Y/N, I'm so sorry but I'll have to cancel our lunch for today. I have much on my plate at the moment but I'm happy to reschedule for next Tuesday, if that works for you.

You sighed and debated just knocking on the door anyways, thinking it would be easy to pretend that you didn't see his text-

Your brain short circuits as you hear his door lock. Muffled and low, you can barely make out Zayne speaking and you take the few steps to stand outside his door, curiosity and hurt sinking through your entire body as you press your ear near the door.

You feel like throwing up when you hear a low groan from him, and a more high pitched sound from a woman that was clearly not you, followed by shuffling and more sounds that break your heart into a million pieces. Taking a shaky step away from the door, you place a hand over your mouth as bile burns in your chest, crawling up your throat until you finally turn away and nearly run back to the elevator.

The second the door slides shut and closes you in the small space, angry tears run down your face and you fight the urge to throw a fist into one of the mirrored walls surrounding you. Your tears mock you in your reflection, taunting you and making you feel like a fucking fool as they slide down your cheeks carelessly.

As the numbers get closer to the ground floor, you sniffle and try to wipe the blackened streaks from under your eyes and you sighed heavily when it seemed just to make you look racoon-ish. Reaching into your side bag, you slapped on your sunglasses and made quick steps to the front door the second the elevator opened for you.

You're thankful that no one you know was working the front desk as you take long strides towards the front doors. You almost run out as they slide open, the mechanical sounds in the doors echoing in your ears as you take the left and head towards the city trains.

You feel numb as you step onto the arriving train about twenty minutes later, uncaring as to where it was going as you hid yourself in the very back. You slipped your earbuds in and unlocked your phone to open your music app when you froze, taking in the multiple missed texts and two missed calls from Zayne.

Zayne: I hope you're not too disappointed. I promise to make it up to you. There's a new place down the street that just opened a week ago. I was thinking we could check it out next tuesday.

Zayne: I just bumped into Dr. Grayson, you were here? Why didn't you come to my office? I always have time for you, no matter how busy I am.

-missed call-

Zayne: Y/N? Did something happen? Please get back to me as soon as you can.

-missed call-

You stare at the screen with contempt and bitterness as you think back to the last few months you'd spent making time for Zayne. The small smirks, the little gestures he gave, the way he seemed to stare directly into your soul - it didn't mean what you thought it did.

You felt like a joke.

Taking a deep breath, you finally replied,

You: I… don't think it would be a good idea to hangout anymore. I don't think your girlfriend would like that.

You then put your phone into airplane mode before you press play on your music, letting your eyes fall shut as you overthink every single interaction you had with Zayne.

Unbeknownst to you, Zayne stares down at your text with a heavy heart, realizing he may have come across in the complete opposite way that he'd meant to. MC leans over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, slipping her shirt back on before she asks,

“Is that Y/N? I thought you guys were going to lunch?”

Zayne sighs and places his phone down before leaning down slightly to pepper her face with soft kisses.

“I think I've lost a friend, my love.”

Mc frowns and looks down at his phone again, taking in your text with a sad expression before pulling Zayne into a tight hug.

“... I think she likes you.” She murmurs into his chest before pulling back to frown slightly as she continues, “Which is unfortunate for her because you're mine.”

Zayne’s lips twitch up slightly at her words and he goes to respond when he's silenced by MC pulling him into a heavy kiss. Her eyes are sad when she pulls back but she's determined as she bites out, “You're mine and I'm yours. She can't have you.”

Zayne hides a small smile behind more butterfly kisses to MC's forehead and cheeks as he murmurs softly,

“Don't worry… she never will.”

XAVIER ;

He'd been a regular at your work for the last six months, always coming in at the same time every other day to get the exact same thing - a chocolate croissant, a simple latte, and an offer for a bite to eat sometime.

“Are you ever going to give up?” You joke, handing Xavier his latte and bagged up croissant with a small smile, your cheeks tinted a light blush.

“Don't worry, I'll ask you again next time. One day, you'll say yes.” His fingers brush against yours as he takes the cup from your hand, flashing you a grin of his own before he heads over to the corner of the cafe to snack.

“You should just stay yes already!” Your one coworker chirped, little hearts in her eyes as she takes the blonde boy in. You give a slight shrug before brushing your hair behind your ears and going back to restocking your flavor shots. “You should do it soon, you never know if someone else is going to catch his attention!”

At those words, you idly wonder to yourself before shaking your head, pursing your lips to the side before you murmur, “... Maybe one day.”

The next time Xavier came in, you slid his usual order to him the second he got up to the counter, which he gratefully took over to his normal table before coming back over to pay. You waved him off, ignoring the soft giggles and whispering from your two coworkers behind you as you mentioned,

“Don't worry about it, it’s on me!”

Xavier tilted his head slightly, lowering his hand holding the cash as he asked,

“But why? I don't mind paying-”

You gave him a soft smile before rolling your eyes jokingly and motioned over to his small table with a quick nod of your head. “Why don't you look at your to-go cup and maybe you'll figure it out for yourself.”

Xavier raises an eyebrow with a small smile of his own, the tips of his ears burning slightly as he slid a little tip towards you. “For you. Thank you Y/N.” You give him another little nod as you pick up the bill and slide it into the shared tips cup behind the counter.

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Xavier lifts his cup and turns it til he sees your little message -

Dinner tonight? xxx-xxx-xxxx y/n number ♡

His cheeks burn bright red as he puts it down and pulls his phone from his pocket. Not a minute later, your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you excuse yourself from your cleaning, letting your one coworker take over as you hide in the back office for a moment.

You pull out your phone and see a message from an unknown number. You open it and snicker gently to yourself at the contents -

Unknown number: Only if I can pick U up from work. Ur done at 4:30, right? I'll be here for 4:45 :) U like KBBQ?

You immediately save Xavier’s number, grinning as you reply,

Me: I love kbbq!!! You better not be late 🥰

You slide your phone back into your pocket as you leave the tiny office. You close the door behind yourself and turn the corner to get behind the counter once more, only to look up and see Xavier smiling at you with his cheek resting in his palm. You blush and roll your eyes again, a small grin on your face as you tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

You threw him a little wink, opening your mouth to say something only to snap shut as the rush suddenly began, people piling in one after the other. Your eyes connected for a single moment before yours were torn from him to help the sudden onslaught of customers.

When the rush finally settled, you glanced over at Xavier's table only to see it empty, your heart sinking slightly as a soft sigh escapes your nose.

Your phone buzzes and you quickly check it, grinning as you see Xavier's text.

Xavier: ill see U soon. Gunna go nap for a bit

Xavier: dont look so sad.

You glanced up but didn't see him, shaking your head slightly before sliding your phone back into your pocket and getting back to refilling the now empty flavour shots.

When your shift end finally came around, you excitedly texted Xavier.

Me: freedom !!! ✨️

Me: ill see you soon?? I'm waiting outside 🥰

4:40 came around.

Then 4:45.

Then 4:50.

5:00.

5:15.

You finally sent off another text, wondering why he was half an hour late without saying anything.

Me: Xavier?? You alive?? 😭

5:20.

5:30.

5:40.

You sigh through your nose, hoping to god you weren't being stood up.

5:55.

You frown and turn to look inside your work, seeing your two worried coworker's standing behind the counter, throwing you anxious glances every now and then while serving the few customers going in and out.

Your heart sank into the ground as 6:00 rolled around with no response. You pulled out your phone and sighed again, this time a little irritated at waiting for so long.

Me: well I hope you're okay. I'm heading home. Let's reschedule I guess?

You throw your coworkers a wave over your shoulder before you pull your headphones out and slide them in your ears, turning on your dance music playlist, knowing that would pull you out of your thoughts long enough to get to the train station in one piece.

The second you walked into your home, you threw your side bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracking it open and taking a long chug before slamming the can down on the counter top with a hurt comment of, “What the fuck, man…”

You sat on your couch with your beer, content to drink your sadness away for the evening. You kept checking your phone, still seeing no response from Xavier and you finally just threw your phone onto the other end of the couch. Curling into a comfortable position, you turned on some trashy TV and let your eyes fall shut.

Today was the end of day 6 since Xavier had come in and you were starting to get worried. No responses through text, calls not going through, you almost felt like at this point, he was avoiding you. You sighed to yourself and finally shut the cafe down, turning off the open sign and locking the door before moving onto doing a good wipe down, sweep, and mop.

You're half way through mopping the floor when the heavy thunderstorm starts, distracting you enough to see someone who looked too much like Xavier running past the cafe, soaked to the bone and seeming panicked. You quickly unlocked the door and threw it open, screaming his name over the crash and rumble coming from the sky.

He didn't hear, continuing to run on and taking a right down an alleyway not a street down. You took a deep breath and quickly locked up before running after him. Worry began to eat at you - what if he was hurt? Or what if he was in trouble? And why the fuck has he not reaponded to any of your texts? As you took the same right he did, you stopped to a skidding halt as you took in the sight just a few feet away.

Xavier held a woman in his arms, both of them dressed in Hunters uniforms, their lips pressed against each other as the rain poured heavily from the sky. You quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the wall facing the streets outside of the alley, not wanting to believe what you'd just seen.

Was it all just a game to him?

Your coworker's words rang out in your ears as your heart sank, wishing you'd just taken the chance with him while you'd had it sooner.

Looking to the weeping sky, you took a deep breath and decided to leave, ignoring the footsteps that seemed to echo in your head, not realizing there were two extra sets walking out of the alley.

“Huh? Y/N?”

You didn't hear Xavier, simply continuing on to go back to the cafe and finish your closing takes so you could head home.

“Y/N? Who's that?” A feminine voice echoed your name, unheard by you. The woman clung to Xavier slightly, her eyes looking up to the blonde man in a curious haze.

“She's… no one.”

The woman clung a little tighter as she asked,

“... You promise?” Her words held a slight bitter tone and Xavier smiled warmly down at her before replying,

“Just someone that I used to know. Nothing more.”

RAFAYEL ;

“Another gorgeous piece, Raf!” You gushed, taking in every single brushstroke with attentive and excited eyes. Rafayel hummed beside you, puffing his chest slightly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“It really is, isn't it? I put a lot of thought into this one.”

You snickered slightly and elbowed him lightly, throwing him a grin over your shoulder as you sparked jokingly, “So, you did it in a night.”

Rafayel froze before letting a slightly anxious chuckle wash past his lips. “N-no, of course not! When have I ever done something like that?” He jokes back and forth with you easily, gently flicking your forehead before showing you the next painting to be revealed tonight at yet another auction.

You take in the woman in the painting, her long, beautiful hair down her back as she sits on a dock facing away, her feet dipped in the calm waters, causing slight ripples. You knew this woman, you'd seen her and Rafayel together a few times but you kept trying to tell yourself they were just friends. Nothing more.

“What do you think of this one?”

Brushing stray strands of your hair behind your ears, you took a step closer and tried to fight back the hurt from seeing the love he clearly poured into this painting. “It's… beautiful.” You murmur softly, tilting your head slightly as you tried to imagine it was you sitting there instead of her.

“That's it? You gush about my work every time I show it to you, but this one is just… beautiful?”

You tilt your head the other way, still taking in the colours as you reply softly, as if not hearing him,

“Mhmm. It's beautiful.”

Rafayel huffs to himself, crossing his arms as he lightly glares down at you, though there's no malice behind his eyes.

“Alright, out with it. What don't you like about this one?”

You turn slightly, raising an eyebrow up at him but before you could even open your mouth to reply, a light giggle come from behind him as a familiar voice chimes in,

“Maybe she doesn't like it because you painted it,” MC jokes, poking him in the side before coming up beside you. “Hey Y/N, nice to see you!”

You shake off the sudden shock of MC coming out of nowhere and you're quick to throw her a light grin as you reply, “Hey MC!”

You both look back at the painting as MC throws an arm around your middle, ignoring Rafayel huffing and puffing behind you both as she jokes,

“It's the blue colour, isn't it? I told him not to use that ugly ass-”

There's a sudden shriek of laughter from her as Rafayel pulls her from you, his arms around her waist as he digs his fingers in.

“What did I say about insulting my colour work?!”

You take in the sight with a small grin, though your heart sinks as you notice how he treats her. It sinks further as he presses a quick though loving kiss to the side of her head, pulling more giggles from her and you have to turn back to the painting to bite back the burn boiling in your throat.

“I didn't think you'd be coming,” he murmurs to her before pressing another kiss to her cheek.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world!” She gushes before unfurling herself from him to cling to you once more. You jump slightly, unprepared for the sudden contact though you throw her a wide grin to hide the pain settling under your skin as your arm wraps around her shoulder.

“We wouldn't miss it for anything, would we, Y/N?” She asks, her eyes wide and hopeful as she clings to you. You can't help but nod in response before throwing Rafayel a small, polite smile as you add onto her words,

“Wouldn't miss it, not even once.”

Rafayel blushes before pulling MC off you as he scolds her,

“You're gonna suffocate our poor friend, come on, I actually need your help with something - stay here Y/N, we'll be back in a flash!”

You nod slightly before turning back to the painting before you, your hands resting in your pockets as you try to ignore the constant laughter and soft words spoken from both of them.

Friend.

The word rang in your head over and over, the noun burning into your skin and branding you with an agony you'd not felt since your last heartbreak. This was supposed to be different …

He was supposed to be different.

Rafayel made his choice in what you meant to him, and displayed it for both you and MC to see and it took everything in you not to burst into tears. You'd bent over backwards for him, stayed up late, visited at all times with snacks and spent countless hours with him - your heart sinks through the floor and into the center of the earth as you slowly and brutally begin to feel taken advantage of.

All the calls, the texts, the gentle touches, the little gestures of sweet faith - it meant fuck all.

A heavy hand clapped your shoulder and you jumped slightly, watery eyes turning to see Thomas standing there with a small frown on his face.

“... Why don't you head home, Y/N? Treat yourself to a nice dinner, relax and take some time for yourself.... It's getting late, after all.” His hand tightened only slightly, giving you a small shake as an apologetic smile rests over his lips. “Don't take it personal.”

The tears spilled over and you were quick to wipe them away with shaky hands. “Y-yeah…” was all you could murmur out before you give Thomas a curt nod and walk out of Rafayel's studio, making sure to turn your phone off so you wouldn't be disturbed.

You desperately needed peace and silence, and you were going to get it.

You ended up down by the coast, your toes in the sand as the chilled sea laps at your feet. The cold kept you momentarily grounded as you stared out at the vast ocean, wishing the waters would swallow you up and devour every piece of hurt that lingered inside of you.

Your heart ached, feeling torn and shattered, broken beyond repair. You swore after your last heartbreak that you'd never let a man wiggle his way under your skin and here you were, silently sobbing over a man that was never yours in the first place.

You took another step, the water resting just above your ankles. Another step.

Another.

And another.

When the water hit just under your chest, you stopped, looking down into the darkening waters as the sky turns to night. The black, inky waves called to you, beckoning you to continue into their embrace and after a few seconds, you listen.

There isn't a soul around to witness as your head disappears under the waves.

[suosdisciple-keelmember]

Suo Hayato x Reader — My master, my love

Suo x gn reader

Summary: Suo took you as his disciple and you train often together. However, you admire Suo deeply and have fallen for him.

Warnings: Physical confrontation, power dynamics (master-disciple relationship), light suggestive language

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: I hope you like my first contribution for this fandom! I definitely enjoyed writing this♡

You bow respectfully as a signal for the training fight to start. Moving first, you rush forward, hoping to test his defense, but you are outsmarted.

A simple sidestep destroys your plan as your wrist gets stopped by a determined grip, using your power to spin you around. Stumbling slightly, you notice that the next attack was already coming. With a well-timed jump, you succeed to escape.

Yet, the offensive stance of the person across from you remained. Now was it your turn to defend yourself.

However, in the next moment, drift your thoughts to your opponent and master, Suo Hayato. You had always admired him since you had met.

His brown hair is fluttering in the nightly breeze with his yellow tassel earrings, the two crimson spheres on both sides of them. The moon highlights his features and glistening ruby eyes. His right eye was concealed by a leather eye patch, adding a mysterious but striking touch to his presence.

Suo's fierce concentration during battles was totally different from the warm smiles he gave you, reflecting his gentle and friendly character.

Altogether, his whole being has been out of this world.

Quite often had you found yourself thinking about him. In the beginning, you didn't really consider it of importance at first. Then you were just looking up to your master, his strength and personality. Yet, you know that it wasn't completely like that. With the time you realized it—that you had developed feelings for him.

Abruptly stopped your daydreaming as you got thrown onto the ground. It was a gentle, but firm lead, a direct contrast to the hard and unrelenting earth under your feet.

"Out spacing again? You need to learn to focus more on the current moments during a fight, (Y/N)-san."

Raising up, you meet Suo's stern, assessing face.

"I-I'm sorry Suo-sama." you stutter, clapping your hands together to apologize.

A smile hushes over his face as he reaches his hand out to help you up. Accepting his offer, you feel a comfortable warmth spreading through you as your hands make contact.

Standing again, Suo pats your back and says with his usual friendly and at the same time lecturing tone : "And how often have I told you to just speak to me using '-san' or at least '-sensei'?! You are my disciple and no worshiper. Are you even paying attention to anything?"

"B-But you are my master! There's no other form which would suitable to address you!" you argue and pout.

After that, he let out a small sigh and his lips curve up again. "Okay, I won't mind that for now. Let's… come back to your performance." Nervousness washes over you. His evaluation was always something you looked forward to. Then, through his comments and feedback, could you draw a lesson and polish yourself.

"You've been all in all pretty solid in this session. And your defense has also improved. So… nice work (Y/N)-san! You get steadily better! Still, a thing we definitely have to work on is your concentration and technique." Nodding approvingly, you reply full of motivation at his words: "Okay, I will try to get better, Suo-sama! Thank you for teaching!"

The two of you decide to sit down so you could talk a bit. You did that almost every time during training to take a break and continue afterward. Knees drawn up to your chests with legs bent, the two of you sat next to each other on the soft grass which shined brightly in the moonlight. The cool air added something peaceful to the late hour and the soothing silence, making you feel safer and calmer than anywhere else.

"It's been some months now since we started training together, right?" Suo says while gazing at the sky. "Y-Yeah. And I'm still utterly grateful for our meeting. I wouldn't know where I would stand now in life, if I hadn't met you."

You remember it like it had only happened very recently—he had saved you as some rowdies brought you into a predicament when you were wandering alone through the streets at night. At that time, you weren't strong enough to stand up and fight for yourself. But Suo had helped you and didn't even wanted compensation for that. Also, you got the option to train from him. Once you realized the benevolence and kindness in his offer, it was obvious to you: Suo was one of the nicest persons you had ever encountered, and you were going to devote yourself to him and his training.

Suo shakes his head. "No need to praise me in such a way." says he, his voice sincere and full of modesty. His eyes soften as you make eye-contact. "You have really made progress since then by yourself. I have just given you a few tips and shown some techniques, nothing more. That's why, (Y/N)-san, you can be proud of yourself."

You blush slightly at his compliment. On the one hand, you feel grateful that he acknowledged the achievements you've made over the time, but on the other hand, you are also exasperated by him not recognizing that his assistance itself helped you to become better and change something in yourself.

"I object to that! Humbleness shouldn't be made out of lies! The reason I'm even now capable of defending myself and getting stronger was only due to your decision to take me as a disciple and I will tolerate no dissent, Suo-sama."

A sudden touch on your arm, let your thoughts spin endlessly in flusteredness. Suo had closed the distance between you and laid a hand on your arm. His grip, gentle and full of empathy, conveyed comfort. Knees brushing against each other, the physical contact providing something you just couldn't put into words. "We will see. However, you should always have in mind that it was your determination and will which has shaped you to the person you are now." The color on your cheeks turned into a darker shade of red, sight of field lying on the ground as you turn your head away from him so he can't see your embarrassement.

"And there's also another point I wanted to talk with you about."

Looking slowly again at him, you ask curious: "W-What do you mean?" Your stomach churned nervously as you saw him smirking full of mischief, assuming that he was up to nothing good for you. His eyes shined full of anticipation towards his only too well-known teasing.

"I noticed that whenever I say something positive about you, there's a tint of red coming up on your face. You could say that my words seem to influence you quite extraordinarily."

"T-That's not right!" you stutter, hugging your knees in an attempt to cover your blushing appearance. "I-I just think that… your comments are too good-hearted for someone like me. I do not deserve that with my skills and personality altogether."

Suo laughs, clearly amused about your flustered answer.

"Well, it shows at least that you are being honest with your feelings. And I like that about you."

Your heart stops for a second at his words and a comfortable warmth spreads in your chest, as you struggle to find the right words. "T-Thank you… Suo-sama" you say, smiling shyly, but full of gratitude.

You clear your throat and ask him then something which had been bugging you for a while now: "I don't want to let it look like I want to change the topic desperately to escape your teasing, but… why do you have even offered to train me? I mean, having a disciple must prevent you from making yourself stronger. So why did you ask me back then?"

Suo scratches the back of his neck, thinking for an answer. A minute of silence follows until he finally breaks it: "To be honest… I thought that you had potential. At first glance it may seem like you didn't had any power to protect yourself, but I deeply believe that, on the second view, there was an undeveloped strength within you, awaiting to shine. And that's why I wanted to help you to develop yourself."

"That was too nice of you, Suo-sama. In my perspective, I was definitely without any talent. I appreciate your thoughts a lot." you say and smile.

"No problem." Suo looks at the clock of his phone and then again up to you. "Shall we resume our training now? It's been a bit since we have begun our break."

You nod and punch the air. "Yes, of course! I'm always ready to continue our sparring!"

As the next battle between you began, you lunged again forward in his direction, pretending to use a strike at him. You know that he would read your actions and prepare some measures against them in order to fight back. However, this time you are determined to improve.

At the moment your distance was close enough for him to conter, you backed away from him. Suo didn't let him bother by that. Even if your movement wasn't anticipated by him, he would surely find a way to turn the situation into his favor.

Straight away he was approaching you, his movements precise and fluid. But this time you tried to catch Suo off guard.

Realizing the perfect moment, you bend down just as he is about to attack your side. As you feel his foot colliding against your body, you sprint forward, turn around and then start another offensive at him. Indeed, your plan had worked out, as you saw him losing his balance. Still, he wasn't completely taken aback by that.

Instead, he fooled you, shifting his body and putting one hand on your upper-arm and another on your shoulder, using your own force to take you down.

And like the last time you were brought down to the ground.

Suo used no rough strength to immobilize you, he pressed his knee firmly on your shoulder and helds your wrist, arm extended.

Looking up at him, you feel how the coldness of the ground is the absolute opposite to the hold of Suo, who was caring and gentle.

"You are already better than before, (Y/N)-san." Suo locked eyes with you, his lips curved slightly upwards.

"Only because of your great tutoring, Suo-sama."

"That's not quite correct, just like my reasoning before about my choice to take you as my disciple."

You tried to catch your breath at his unexpected revelation. "W-What do you mean?"

His eyes lighted up with a playful glint in his eyes. "Besides the skill to become a good fighter, I found something else in you. Your persistance. The way you held on to seek a way out of your situation, even when not having the strength at that moment, was just unique in my eyes and I wanted to help you. However, after some time, my beliefs about that changed a bit."

Still not sure about what to say to him, you ask, curious: "In… which way? Was it because I disappointed you?"

He chuckles and slightly leans down to your ear. You could feel his warm breath tickling your skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

The next words he whispers to you, you would never forget:

"On the contrary, being with you is pleasing. I care about you a lot. You've… become more than just a normal disciple to me."

And with that your cheeks flush again in embarrassment, leaving you dazed and unable to answer.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My You-niverse: Marc Spector & Steven Grant

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

A/N: the last chapter is finally here! thanks to all of you who enjoyed this series!

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When you wake up, you're at the Sanctum. You know from how the room is decorated. Your body feels heavy, like it's made of lead. You wiggle your fingers and toes, trying to bring some circulation back. With a groan, you're slowly pushing yourself up into a sitting position.

You look to your left and see Marc resting his head on the bed. You're sure his neck and back are probably hurting from the position. His snores make you smile and you decide not to wake him.

Slowly and cautiously, you drag yourself out of bed. You stagger a bit, nearly falling to your knees, but you catch yourself on the bed.

The movement of the mattress wakes Marc up. His head shooting up and his eyes rapidly blinking. When he looks at the empty bed and then you standing beside it, he's on his feet.

"Shit, baby, what're you doin' outta bed?" he rushes around the bed to your side, holding you up at the waist.

You shake your head, "Marc, I'm fine. I-I need to use the bathroom."

"Could've woken me," he mumbles in disapproval as he guides you to the attached bathroom.

"Didn't wanna wake you. Seemed like you needed the sleep. Speaking of, how long have I been out."

"About a week."

"What?!" You look at him in shock.

"Strange says all of the multiverse hopping took a toll on you mentally and physically. We've been keeping an eye out on you. Strange has been a lot of help."

"And America? How is she?"

"She's been visiting you every day after her lessons with Wong. Other than that, she's still doing her thing."

You nod in approval, "Good. I'm glad she's moving on."

Marc proceeds to stay in the bathroom with you as you do your business. He keeps a careful eye on you, leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest, with a stern look on his face.

When you finish up and begin washing your hands, arms wrap around your waste and Steven's voice fills your ears, "How are you doing, lovey?"

You softly smile at him through the mirror's reflection, "I'm good." you dry your hands and turn to him, "How are you?"

"I've been worried sick for the entire week, but I'm glad to see you're okay," he cups your face and places a gentle kiss to your lips, "Do you remember anything?"

Blue. Laurent. Nathan. Bud. Santi. Richard. Leto. Poe.

You nod, "Yeah. I remember everything. I remember them all."

"Is that a good thing?" Steven asks, pure curiosity on his face.

"I-I'm not sure. I-I feel kind of...sad? I feel like I've lost someone and I have this sense of yearning but...but they're not mine to yearn for."

Steven looks at you in a way that you know he understands what you mean and yet he's not mad at you, "It's okay, Y/N. You're here. And those versions of us, they have you too. We're all okay, lovey. We'll all be okay." he pulls you into a hug, a hand cradling your head as it rests against him.

You let out a deep breath of relief as you let yourself melt into Steven's warmth.

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"Y/N!" America cries out as she throws herself at you and you catch her in your arms, "I'm so glad you're awake!"

You chuckle at the young teen, "Hey, America. How are you?"

"I've been good. Definitely getting better at honing in on my powers! Wanna see?"

Marc steps in, "I think it's too soon for that, kid."

"Right. Got it. Sorry." she looks at you guiltily and deflates a bit.

"Next time. I'll be at full strength and fully ready to take on the multiverse this time." you nudge her and give her a smirk, letting her know that you two were okay.

It's been two days since you've woken up. Each day, a bit of your strength comes back. Eventually, you'll be good as new. Marc and Steven has been great at helping you get back to it. You see the love and devotion in their eyes, and you're forever grateful that, whether it's in this universe or the next, you'll always be loved by some version of them.

[violetmuses]

Play Nice - A. Aretas 🫂

Title:  Play Nice - A. Aretas 🫂❤️

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe 

Character: Armando Aretas 

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader 

Main Storyline: When Mike needs a favor, anything can happen. 

Author's Note: Here's another request! Enjoy. 💜 @vergilnelosparda

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2024

“Blind date? This isn't ‘95, Mike. What are you thinking?” You cracked up while shaking your head near Detective Mike Lowrey.

“All right, I'll be honest. I'm pretty sure that Armando likes you.” Mike squinted. 

“Oh, please!” You continued speaking. “I'm sorry, but even if it's true, your son doesn't really know me.” 

“Rough around the edges, but he's trying to be a good person.” Mike attempted once more. 

“Okay.” You wouldn't correct Lowrey this time and just waited. 

“Give him a chance. Please?” Mike seemed genuine. 

“Fine.” You accepted these plans for your own calendar.  

_______

When the bell chimed days later, your thoughts jumbled at first. 

You open that front door to see Armando standing on the porch and holding gorgeous flowers. 

“Aw, thank you.” You smiled because of the gesture. 

“You're welcome.” His slightly accented English beamed a little. 

For the first time, Armando reached out to hold hands and still opened the passenger door for you, guiding this moment in one car. 

Wearing this Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker hat that veiled his brown eyes. Jeans clothed his legs and boots reached the pedals washe drove. 

“Where are we going?” You smiled in the passenger seat again. 

“It's a surprise.” Armando doesn't make eye contact, but when the car pulls up to this bowling alley, you smirked without hesitation. 

“Oh! Do you want me to kick your ass now?” You don't even wait for Armando to open the car door and almost jog inside. Kelly and Dorn always invited you here as well. 

“Not sure about that.” Aretas chuckled and finally met your path, ready for games. 

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“Shit! You're beating me.” Armando took off his trucker hat and glanced between flickered lights in the building to watch scores. 

“Told you!” You dance in terrible shoes before picking up the ball one last time and strike in return. 

“Good job, mami.” Armando slipped the nickname, but you didn't hear him yet. 

“Thank you, but I'll be fair.” Your smile reached him again. “You have the final attempt.”

“I appreciate it.” He says, waking up to the lane as planned. 

His muscular arm pulled back with strength and slammed down five pins. Not bad. 

“You're a good sport. That was really fun, so thank you.” You planned to leave with Aretas and head back home. 

______

“See you at work tomorrow?” You nodded while standing on the porch with Armando. 

“Yeah.” His voice sounded a little nervous this time around. 

“Drive safe. Thank you.” Holding the beautiful flowers, you say goodbye and watch him walk back to the car. 

Before leaving, Armando observed as you entered the house and shut that front door just in case, revving his vehicle alone. 

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The next day, you and Armando reached your desks without really acknowledging what happened last night. It's no one's business anyhow. 

Around lunch, you found this sticky note by your computer: 

Food? - A. 🖤

“Hey! Don't leave without me.” You jumped up and grabbed your purse, nearly running again. 

“C'mon.” His rare laughter almost hits your body this time around, sounding adorable. 

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“So what brought us here?” The local restaurant is cute. 

“I had fun with you.” Armando fights that smile once more. 

“That's a good reason.” You nearly giggled, still enjoying this meal. 

“Look, I'm sorry for acting like a grouch when we first met.” Armando confessed. “This transition isn't easy.” 

“That wasn't just grouchy.” You then corrected Aretas. You pulled the asshole move. Mike wanted to help.” 

“Again, I'm sorry.” Armando still took the much-needed criticism. 

“I forgive you.” You accepted his words and he covered the bill.  Both of you leave side by side. 

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Sweet moments continued. Lunch, different outings, checking on each other and more. 

When your birthday tapped calendars this year, flowers proudly reached the desk. 

"Feliz cumpleaños, cariño. Llámame alguna vez.” 

Not only had Armando sent birthday wishes, but his phone number scribbled at the bottom of this card. 

Jokingly rolling both eyes, you turn around and see Aretas moving closer. 

“Brought cupcakes for the party tonight.” Armando revealed this large box. 

“All right. Let's go, then. I guess you're not that bad.” You messed with Aretas one more time and left for the celebration at Dorn's place. 

The future looked bright again. 

[fuxuannie]

Hello again 🌻💕

I swear your on fire. Your works are really good and the voice line series I love them all so much!!

(May I suggest for some platonic ones too or sibling!reader version? Just not now or smth like that though hehe)

Heavily manifesting for Jing Yuan too😭I have 140 pulls ready for 'em. He has no choice but to come home aaaaa (light cone to please)

You speak tagalog too?? Galing talaga

-🌻 anon

↳  pairing(s) : various platonic hsr & gender neutral reader

↳  prompt : voicelines about their sibling!

↳  authors note : i'm gonna be doing one of every version i've done as of todays date! (meaning gepard, jing yuan, blade, yanqing, caelus, luocha) POGI KO EHH ALAM Q 🥳🙏🙏 sorry SANA JING YUAN COMES HOME + LIGHT CONE KASE UR SO COOL 🔥🔥🔥 thank you sm for enjoying the lil series by the way ♡ means the world!

— GEPARD LANDAU

☆☆ "To the surprise of many, I actually have 3 siblings which totals us to 4 within the Landau children. Our middle child, (name), is less seen by public eye compared to me and my sister. Mostly due to the fact that they taking care of Lynx as Serval and I are busy with our duties. I visit them often, it's always nice to see a smile on my siblings face when I visit."

— JING YUAN

☆☆ "I have a story to share with you, if my older sibling (name) didn't reject the offer to become General, I'm not sure I would be standing in my current position. They're a skillful strategist, hard-working and was twice my strength when I was training alongside them all those years ago. They turned down the offer because they thought it would be funny for me to wake up one day to Master Jingliu scolding me for sleeping late and being late for my training to become General."

— BLADE

☆☆ "It has been a long while since I talked or visited my sibling. I fear that they too have succumbed to the cruelty of time, and they will hardly recognize me if I came home. I just wish that I had more memory of our time together, it all seems so blurry."

— YANQING

☆☆ "My older sibling is the coolest! I told the General all about them, how they took care of me and how they are basically the reason I love fighting and swords so much! They're practically my idol! It's a shame they're so busy.."

— LUOCHA

☆☆ "A healer and a destroyer.. certainly an interesting pair to call siblings. (name) was a little more.. aggressive with their methods and technique as we grew, as I took one of healing and medicine of the sort. In fact, I think that they're the reason I had half of my patients."

— CAELUS

☆☆ "Because I was born through a Stellaron, I don't really have a real set of parents or.. biological family at that regard. So when (name) came along, an odd sense of overprotectiveness came over me. I talked to Mr. Yang about it, and he laughed it off and said I was acting like a brother for (name) at all times. *laugh* I guess it's nice to have someone to take care of, and them take care of you. Like a family!"

[bluegalaxygirl]

Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P20

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Family issues, abuse, Violence, Blood and finally some fluff because we all need a Eustass 'Captain' Kid hug.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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A knock on the door makes you groan forcing your tired eyes open, it was a good idea to take a nap before Kid shows up, hopefully it will give you more strength to apologies, with a sigh you move to sit up as Killer stands from his seat next to the window, the masked man runs a reassuring hand through your hair before making his way to the door where he cracks it open to check who it is. Leaning against the headboard you let out another sigh feeling the skin on your burned legs tingle and your backache, isn't sleeping superposed to make you feel batter? Opening the door Killer gladly lets the red head in although he didn't expect his partner to bring so much, his flesh hand holds a large bokay of flowers but the white paper and big black bow is too big to see anything inside, under his arm is a small box, one he knows billings to you. "I just though… she should have it" Kid sighs moving to let the masked man take the white wooden box with a sliver lock, Reaching out his metal hand Kid hands his partner the duffle bag with your cloths and book in it, in a way it takes the blonde's heart drop, but he takes it anyway. Thoughts run through his mind wondering why the captain is giving you most of your stuff, does he think your gonna leave? Does he really think things are over this quickly? Before he can ask though Kid walks up to you his hand tightening around the bokay of flowers trying not to crush them while also trying to calm his nerves. Relief washes over you at seeing the red head again, for a while you thought he might not want to see you, you'd understand, the things you said where cruel to say the least and its clearly taken effect on the man by his blood shot and dark eyes.

Its strange seeing him so deflated, shoulders too relaxed, lips not painted, chipped red nail varnish and scruffy hair, the only thing keeping the odd stands of hair out of his eyes is the hastily put on goggles strapped to his head. Despite the way he looks a smile forms on your face, not only is he here and willing to talk, but he also brought you flowers, you can't see what they are but that doesn't matter, he honestly doesn't seem the type to get a present like this so it makes you feel extra special. Clearing his throat Kid stops in front of you his nerves getting the best of him leaving the red head's mind going blank, he went over and over in his head all morning working out what to say and how to make things right, but he can't remember any of it, with a sigh Kid lifts his eyes to finally land on your face apologies ready to leave his mouth until he spots the dark patch of purple and slight yellow on your cheek, anger and worry boils in him wondering how you got it and when, its looks fresh maybe a day old, was it after what they did yesterday? Did your parents take it out on you? Placing the flowers down on the bed he quickly reaches out to touch your cheek fear and anger overriding his nervousness allowing him to speak "Baby, what happened?" Quickly grabbing his hand you lean closer feeling the need to apologise as quickly as possible hating the look on his face "Kid, I'm so sorry" The two of you didn't mean to speak at the same time but it at least gives both of you a moment to calm down and think before speaking.

The silence between the two of you is deferring, you know he wants answers about your cheek but what's more important is apologise, to make that look on his handsome face disappear. Bringing his hand closer you hold it to your chest "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said all that stuff, i-i didn't mean it, i know how hard you've been trying" Tears well in your eyes as your grip tightens on his hand hoping and praying that he'll forgive you, Kid's eyes widen at your apology, in his mind he should be the one saying sorry, shaking his head the captain moves closer pressing his forehead to yours while squeezing your hand back "No… I'm sorry, Your right, all I've done is pick fights" Your heart sinks at the sad tone in his voice making you shake your head back, before you can protest though Kid gives you a smile while caressing your cheek and chin with his metal hand, the cold metal is soothing on your skin sending a sense of calm and safety through you "I'll try harder, i promise… But baby I' sorry, i went too far… Yesterday, i just got so angry and-" Kid grits his teeth hardly able to say it in fear of your reaction, his eyes squeeze shut not wanting to see the look of hate in your eyes at telling you how he hurt your mother. Scanning his face your heart sinks, you already know the reasons why he attacked your parents, you don't know what state their in but you know their not dead, so they did hold back. Letting go of his hand Kid lets out a shaky sigh his face twisting in pain until your arms wrap tightly around him pulling the red head into your embrace, a shocked gasp leaves his lips and his body goes stiff unsure of what to do.

Killer can't help but smile under his mask, even though you don't remember much your still their girl, the one they go to for comfort and reassurance, knowing he doesn't have to get involved now the masked man makes his way back to his chair by the window setting down the bag and box before turning back to Kid seeing his wide eyes pleading with the blonde for help. Holding back a laugh Killer's shoulders shake earning a scowl from his partner, deciding to be kind the blonde nods letting Kid know that it's ok to hug you back, relaxing into your touch he wraps his arms around you, his metal hand rubbing your back while the other runs through your hair pressing you closer while burying his face into your neck. He can't believe how much he's missed this, missed your touch, your smell, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your heart beat against his nose and how your fingers rake through his hair and into his scalp. "I don't know everything but i can guess you attacked my parents. I'm not mad surprisingly and i know there alive which means you all held back, you could have killed them so easily but you didn't, For me… You did it for me" A tear slips out of your eye at those words, it just makes it more real, these blood thirsty pirates who have made it clear they will kill your parents are holding back just for you. "Only for you baby" Kid whispers back placing a lingering kiss on your temple not wanting this moment to end, your heart flutters at the feeling, it feels so right being with them, being held like this.

Pulling away slightly you look into those amber eyes seeing that look you hate gone and a smirk on his face although there's a slight hint of redness in his cheeks as his eyes flick to your lips then back to your eyes, even though you don't want too you look away from his eyes instead looking to the bunch of flowers laying on the bed knowing if you don't then you will end up kissing him. You've only just made up so you don't want to ruin anything by diving in head first, see how things go for now and then maybe you could reconsider you stance on this feeling towards the two. "You brought flowers?" You ask getting the captain to look over at the white bokay as well, his touch leaves you, only resting his flesh arm on your shoulder while his metal one grabs the flowers as lightly as he can as to not crush them. "Ur, yea. They didn't have your favorite so i got you Tulips, Red, yellow and purple." A look of surprise covers your face as he hands you the flowers in a shy manner, his flesh hand moving off you to run the back of his head, Killer lets out a chuckle trying top hold back his laughter but failing for once at the sight of his bashful captain "Shut up, Kill" Kid growls through gritted teeth yet there's not bite to his bark, looking over the large arranged bokay in your hands you can't help the large toothy smile, your heart sores at the thoughtfulness, they may just seem like flowers but each one represents the three of you, Red of course for Kid, Yellow to match Killer's hair and your guessing the Purple represents you. "Your face is redder than your hair" Killer laughs bending over and holding his stomach trying not to laugh too loud as the red head turns redder with embarrassment but tries to make it seem like anger to save himself "I said, Shut, Up, Killer"

Leaning forwards you place a soft kiss on his burning red-hot cheek, shocking the captain enough to make him freeze "Thank you, Kid, there lovely" Clearing his throat Kid nods standing up and waving his hand "Yea, yea, don't expect me to do it again, it was only to get you to like me again" The captain shrugs portending like he doesn't care as Killer sighs placing a hand on his mask and shaking his head, hoping he hasn't just fucked things up luckily though you can't help but let out a small giggle, he's only saying this stuff out of embarrassment and as much as you would love to join in on the teasing your body and mind is too tired, plus he did something nice for you without being told too or asked, he deserves be saved from the embarrassment. Giving you a smirk Kid makes his way over to the other side of the bed lightly flicking Killer's mask with his metal fingers for laughing at him before leaning against the wall his arms crossed over his chest "Kill sorted out some stuff for you, he wanted to give it to you the other day but that nurse is… Persistent" The captain laughs still a little impressed by the young woman's ability to stand up to two big time pirates, shaking his head the masked man leans back in his chest crossing his arms over his chest and one leg over the other a little pissed off at being flicked on the mask but there also seems to be something else. "Yes, we did pack some of your stuff, we hope it'll bring back some more memories for you" The use of the word 'We' made you want to laugh again knowing Kid is too embarrassed to say he packed for you as well.

It's strange for him to be like this but you actually find it kinda cute, your snapped out of your thoughts by the blonde leaning forward the air around him changing from serious to nervousness and it makes you realize where this conversation is about to go, your ready to know what happened but your scared to find out why they did it, they found out something and it made them angry, thats all you know so far, a lot has happened in the past, lots of bad memories and events, your 18th birthday comes to mind, maybe they know what happened to make you leave, it would solidify everything for you. "But first we need to tell you what happened yesterday" Kid's shoulders tense at his partners words watching you nod and lean back into the headboard, Killer mainly does the talking telling you what happened with your parents some times the captain would join in mainly ranting through gritted teeth at the things your parents said, but then he went quiet again, not like his normal quiet more like seething quite as Killer explains what Heat found out. Your stomach churns hands clenched around the covers turning your knuckles white at the way he talks about it, like the words are venom in his mouth trying to spit them out, his hands clenches together almost shaking as his leg bounces and the muscles in his neck tenses ready to lash out at any second. Your eyes leave the blonde for a second looking to the captain a feeling of over powering energy flowing out of him, his eye's full of anger and breath hitched in his throat trying to stop himself from yelling, his flesh hand tightly grips his metal arm threatening to make the solid piece of metal buckle.

When Killer stops talking managing to relay everything to you without breaking into anger and a need to hit something you notice something floating out the corner of your eye, looking over a gasp escapes your lips seeing every piece of metal in the room floating around, some bigger pieces like the end table and bed's have what looks like purple electricity zapping in and out of it. Wait… Bed's. Your eyes widen at the realization looking down to see the bed your currently on hovering off the floor, luckily you aren't too high up but it still concerns you. "Urm… Kid" You clear your throat getting the captain and his first mate to look at where you should be, their eyes widen, the Blonde quickly standing and sending Kid a look through his mask although you can't tell what it is, while the captain pushes off the wall letting everything but your bed clatter to the floor, letting all his focus stay on the object your sitting on. "S-Shit, baby, i'm so sorry, you ok? You hurt?" The red head ask lowing your bed down as gentle as possible before rushing up to you and cupping your face, placing your hands over his you offer the red head a reassuring smile "It's ok, I'm ok, don't worry. I get angry too when i think back to everything" Those worried amber eyes turn angry again at your words remembering what he's heard so far and how there's probably more, he can't understand why your so calm about it, reassuring him when your the one that got hurt.

With a sigh you reach a hand around to the back of his head guiding his face into your shoulder slowly as to not spook him, the look in his eyes tells you his mind is spinning trying to work out his thoughts and feeling on the matter, he doesn't seem like the type of guy who would openly talk about it so you give him time to process. Looking up at Killer you can't tell what he's thinking or feeling but it doesn't matter in that moment, reaching a hand out you offer up the same affection hoping he will take it, if not for himself then for you luckily he quickly accepts stepping past your hand and kneeling on the floor the same as his captain to wrap his arms around the two of you pressing his mask into the side of your neck. As soon as your hand connects with his hair the masked man relaxes against you and you feel his hold breath release through the holes in his mask tickling your neck a little. There's more to talk about, you know they need answers to their questions but for now they allow you to hold them close, it feels so natural being like this, having the two hold you as you hold them, their scents mixing together in perfect harmony managing to calm your own pain at the memories but what pained you more was their reaction to it, you've never seen anyone get mad over what happened not even the doctor who has to reconstruct your ears. You know its not normal for an ordinary family to do the things that yours did but your family isn't ordinary, they have a reputation to uphold and you fought against that despite what would happen to you and because of that you shouldn't be upset or angry about it. Right?

[junelovesaz]

Comfort

Note: Hello loves! I'm back. After a few months, I have officially finished my midterms and have gotten used to the rhythm of university. I've lost a bit of practice, so I'm really sorry if this is horrible. I know the possibility of a fae catching a cold is almost nil, but I'm sick, so I'll indulge in writing something like this. Again, English is not my first language. I love you all! ❤❤❤

Psdt: I was listening to this song while writing, it doesn't have much to do with it, but I wanted to share it anyway.

Definitely, today would not be a great day. I mean, if waking up with a terrible headache and a runny nose wasn't enough of a bad omen, Az was out on a mission and probably wouldn't be back for another two days.

I sighed as I tried to stand up. The room spun, preventing me from continuing my pitiful attempt to get out of bed, and I groaned, coming to the conclusion that my body felt as if I had climbed up and down the stairs of the House of Wind five times.

I settled back into the large bed I shared with my mate, curling up in the spot that still held his scent. Damn, I missed him so much. I wanted him to be here to hold me.

This is what I had become: a spoiled and needy person because of Azriel. However, with a strength of will gathered over 300 years, I managed to get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom. I definitely had a fever, and a cold bath would help, so I forced myself into the tub.

Fifteen minutes later, shivering and dressed in Az's warmest clothes, I forced my body to make some soup. Apparently, my biological clock was also out of whack, and I hadn't realized it was already past noon.

Feeling worse than after training with Cassian, I had some of the soup I had made and went back to bed. Wrapped in the scent of my partner and the security it provided, I must have fallen asleep at some point.

A light touch on my forehead gradually pulled me out of unconsciousness, and I responded with a sound filled with annoyance. A low, deep laugh answered me, making me open my eyes as quickly as I could.

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“Hello, darling” greeted Az's voice, immediately making me smile. “Everything okay?” he asked as he stroked my hair.

I nodded, stroking his cheek. “I thought you’d be back in a couple more days.”

“That was the plan, but I got the information Rhys wanted earlier” he frowned. “Just in time, it seems.”

“I’m fine, Az. It’s just a cold” I tried to get out of bed as my head started spinning again. “You must be tired. I’ll make you some dinner.”

My big and handsome mate stopped me, blocking me with his wing and arm simultaneously. “Stay right there, Y/N. Don’t even think about it.”

I rolled my eyes, followed by a grimace from the pain it caused, and tried to push him away from where he had knelt by the bed. Oh, surprise. He didn't move, not even a little.

“Y/N” he called.

I didn’t look at him, so he put his hand under my chin to center my gaze on him. “You need to rest. I’ll call Madja to give you some remedy, okay?” he informed me as he stroked my hair again.

“Az…”

“If necessary, I will tie you to the bed. I'm serious” he interrupted firmly.

“Fine” I rolled my eyes again. “Only if you lie down with me” I relented. After all, this was the only thing I had wanted since the morning.

He smiled as if he could read my thoughts and sent a wave of love through the bond. Without speaking, he lay down next to me, then pulled me into his arms and settled me on his chest. Filled with his warmth, I felt the fatigue overcome me again, and half asleep, I whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responded before unconsciousness claimed me.