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mommytauriel · 2 years ago

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+ · 。~ my besties aethelstan and cynlaef

pairing: cynlaef x f! OC (platonic), aethelstan x f! OC (platonic?), other characters mentioned | genre: headcanons, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, humor, found family | warnings: none | wc: 1k+ |

synopsis: being uhtreds youngest daughter and being best friends with aethelstan and cynlaef.

note: These are just some headcanons for a Wattpad fic I have for my OC (Eisa ) Uhtred’s youngest daughter. I’m thinking of also publishing it here. Just let me know in the comments if you guys would like that. My requests are open!

thank you @ivarthebadbitch for letting me use the lovely gifs <3

☆ Eisa first met Aethelstan when they were children (8). He was extremely quiet and timid, and she was loud and mischievous. He found her quite intimidating, but that didn't stop her from trying to befriend the quiet boy.

☆ The two of them got closer when her dad took him in.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan met cynlaef a few years later and the three of them immediately hit it off. Cynlaef was only a year older than the two.

☆ The three of them only got closer as time passed. They even had a reputation of always being up to no good when the three of them were together…which was always.

☆ Trouble always seemed to follow the three of them. And when they did get in trouble they were always sent to uhtred or finan, the two boys would send Eisa in first knowing that the two men couldn't stay mad at her for long.

☆ The three of them knew everything about each other. To the point that they knew what eachother was thinking, just by looking at each other. A talent that annoyed a lot of people.

☆ The three love to bother Young uhtred, they were always testing his patience.

☆ They also loved messing with Finan, especially when they were bored. The trio would act extremely nice to finan to the point that it gets suspicious, making him think that they did something. When the trio never did anything.

“Okay what are the three of ya shits up to?”

“Nothing uncle finan, Why?”

☆ The innocent smiles they would give Finan would make him groan in anger and leave, mumbling curses to himself. Leaving the trio to laugh and enjoy the ale he left behind.

☆ In all honesty the trio was finan’s nightmare and god did they love it. Finan had no way near enough patience for them.

☆ Eisa, Aethelstan and cynlaef were the designated babysitters for sihtric and sidgeflaed. Most of the time it wasn't too bad, the kids really liked the trio, but sometimes it got a little…chaotic. Aethelstan and cynlaef were in charge of the entertainment and Eisa was in charge of watching over them all. (Yes including Aethelstan and cynlaef)

☆ The trio was also in charge of walking anyone back home if they were too drunk, Well it was mostly Aethelstan and Eisa because somehow cynlaef would end up drunk too.

☆ When it was summer the trio was almost always found by the river; probably trying to push each other in. Eisa would even convince finan, sihtric osferth and Uhtred to join. And if they were lucky young uhtred would join.

☆ Annual and accidental sleepovers were big in the trio's friendship!

☆ Eisa would be sleeping peacefully in her bed, Aethelstan would be sleeping on a fur blanket in front of the fireplace in eisa’s room with a book at his side, Cynlaef would be hunched over at eisa’s desk or asleep next to Aethelstan.

☆ Eisa’s father uhtred many times would go check on her in the middle of the night only to find the two boys asleep on her floor.

☆ He definitely wasn't happy about it first but he slowly got over it…very slowly.

☆ The trio has so many inside jokes.They would be in a corner just laughing and talking about them and finan’ osferth and sihtric would just be watching them with a confused look, trying to understand what they are saying. (they don't)

☆ Eisa and cynlaef tease Aethelstan all the time for being a ‘good boy’. He always listens to uhtred and the others.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan tease cynlaef all the time when he does stupid things or says stupid stuff. (I'm sorry he just gives off such himbo vibes?!?!)

☆ And Aethelstan and cynlaef like teasing Eisa about the small crush she had on sihtric when she was younger. It would usually ends with her embarrassed and shouting at the two and them running for their lives.

☆ There is just a lot of teasing in the friendship and it's all out of love ofc.

☆ The three of them love training together. Well more like Eisa loves training with them.

☆ When Eisa had an ax or sword in her hand it just made her 100% more intimidating, and she was really good with them too.

☆ So most of the time Eisa trained with sihtric while the two boys watched with wide eyes.

☆ Eisa liked to tease them saying that sihtric was the only one who could keep up with her anyway.

☆ Christmas/yule was the trio's favorite time of year. They would plan so many things.

☆ Snowball fights? Yes.

☆ Making snowman? yes.

☆ Throwing snow at Finan and young uhtred when they least expect it? Yes.

☆ Stealing warm ale from the ale house and drinking it in eisa’s room? Yes.

☆ They would spend months finding each other perfect gifts. Aethelstan always got Eisa the best gift, they were a lot more personal. (something that cynlaef teases him about when there alone)

☆ Sitting next to each other at the feast and messing with finan, Whenever finan would get distracted they would take his cup of ale and switch it with water, sometimes they even got sihtric involved. The trio would end up blaming it on osferth.

☆ Sitting next to the fire together and listening to Finan and Sihtrics horror stories.

☆ Uhtred puts the three of them on lookout duty as punishment whenever they get in trouble. Little does he know that they actually enjoy it. The trio could make any situation fun if they tried.

☆ They definitely get yelled at many times for being too loud or laughing at serious times, well mostly Eisa and Cynlaef…Aethelstan is too much of a good boy.

☆ There is so much trust in this friendship.

☆ Cynlaef and Aethelstan like to think that they are the ones protecting Eisa but in reality Eisa is the one protecting them.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan helped teach cynlaef how to read.

☆ Cynlaef likes teaching Eisa more about the gods, Eisa loves listening and he talks a lot so it works out perfectly.

☆ Cynlaef is the first person Eisa and Aethelstan would go to if they needed uplifting.

☆ Even with his carefree spirit cynlaef could be intimidating if he needed to.

☆ Cynlaef is such a flirt! Eisa and aethelstan loved watching him make a fool of himself when he flirts with the woman at the ale house.

☆ Cynlaef used to playfully flirt with Eisa all the time and it never bothered her because she knew he was joking. But when cynlaef noticed that his flirting with Eisa was bothering Aethelstan he stopped. (Eisa ofc didn't know this)

☆ When it's just cynlaef and Aethelstan, Cynlaef loves to tease Aethelstan about Eisa all the time and how differently he acts around her.

☆ Aethelstan is extremely protective of the people he loves, he will do anything to keep them safe.

☆ Whenever Aethelstan is upset or angry Eisa can always find him training or at the dock, watching the water.

☆ Aethelstan hates being alone, it reminds him of his childhood where he had no one. Now that he has people, he doesn't want to leave them.

☆ Aethelstan often sneaks into eisa’s room at night whenever he gets nightmares.

☆ Aethelstan will have late night talks with eisa where he talks about the small memories he had of his mother, or things about his childhood he wouldn’t tell anyone else.

☆ Cynlaef and Eisa can tell when something is bothering Aethelstan because he becomes quieter than usual.

☆ Aethelstan loves reading to Eisa and cynlaef.

☆ Aethelstan is an observer, he likes watching the people around him.

☆ Eisa loves to draw, her room has many drawings everywhere, most of them being Aethelstan.

☆ The trio has their own special spot in the woods, they often go there when they have nowhere else to be. The boys can often find Eisa there sitting down and leaning against a tree drawing.

☆ Eisa has a fear of lightning and thunder so they always come over to stay with her so she's not alone.

☆ Whenever Eisa leaves to go visit Stiorra and Sigtryggr the boys just wander around, not knowing what to do now that she’s gone. The others notice a change in them and bring it up a few times.

☆ Finan thinks it's funny how they deny it but go back to pouting a few minutes later. The point is they miss eisa when she’s away for more than 2 days. They're kinda clingy.

☆ When she comes back from her visit, they demand to spend the day with her and if she can't they would go back to being pouty and huffy.

☆ Eisa’s favorite person is Sihtric. ( it doesn't really go along with the genre of headcanons, but i just had to say it)

☆ Going horseback riding and having races…the boys won’t admit it but Eisa wins most of the time.

☆ They get yelled at almost once a week for being late to their duties.

☆ Eisa having to get used to the fact that no boy will ever step close to her because of all the intimidating men she’s surrounded

☆ Late night conversations that would last for hours, talking about random things or more…emotional things. The three of them had been through a lot and they feel very comfortable talking to each other about it.

☆ Their friendship means a lot to them, and they will do anything for each other.

- Time for that cute trend I saw -

Cynlaef: golden retriever

Aethelstan: black retriever

Eisa: black cat

Cynlaef: sun

Aethelstan: stars

Eisa: moon

Cynlaef: sunshine

Aethelstan: sunshine protector

Eisa: protects both

Cynlaef: gets lost.

Aethelstan: tries to help but gets them more lost.

Eisa: human compass

Cynlaef: smiles

Aethelstan: blank stare

Eisa: smirks

Cynlaef: ale drinker

Aethelstan: water drinker

Eisa: tea drinker

Aethelstan: reader

Eisa: writer

Cynlaef: hates both

Aethelstan: “What is it?...Why are you laughing?”

Eisa: “I just think it's adorable when you act all tough”

Cynlaef: can't stop laughing.

note:

So this was very fun to write! And I hope it was fun for you to read!

As I said in the beginning, these are some headcanons for my oc and a Wattpad book I'm working on. I have published it, but the first chapter isn't out yet.

my Wattpad account is the same as my username and the story is called "Bleeding stars."

I love aethelstan and cynlaef and i can't wait to write more about them! I also love my oc Eisa, and I really hope you like her so far. I'm super excited to show you more of her and her story!

I do hope you enjoyed this! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

#the last kingdom #aethelstan #cynlaef #the last kingdom x oc #aethelstan x oc #cynlaef x oc #aethelstan the last kingdom #aethelstan tlk #cynlaef the last kingdom #cynlaef tlk #the last kingdom oc #the last kingdom fluff #headcanon

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randoimago · 1 year ago

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Day 29 - Secret Admirer

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Makoto Niijima

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): Makoto being a secret admirer to someone is such a cute concept ngl.

It was another day and another of Makoto "reading" a magazine as she waited across from your locker to hear if you mentioned the recent gift from your secret admirer.

She's not in the same class as you, but you two have been friends for a while and she has (very obvious) feelings for you. Haru was the one that brought up how cute secret admirers are and so Makoto went with it because she doesn't have the confidence to confess to your face, at least not yet.

And so when she saw you walking over, the magazine went up to hide her face completely as she listened as you talked to another friend of yours. Makoto smiled as she heard you talking about the chocolates you found on your desk before holding back her sigh at hearing that you shared them with a close friend.

"I think you're pretty lucky to have a secret admirer," your friend says and Makoto smiles before it turns to a barely held back gasp at your response.

"I guess, but I feel a bit bad. I mean, you know I have a crush on someone else," you say, and Makoto wants to punch the locker next to her, but she holds it in.

After hearing your words, she somehow manages to stumble away as she tries to think about what you said. You have a crush on someone else? How long has that been going on? She's ready to have the self-doubt creep in, but she thankfully pushes it away and takes deep breaths to gather her thoughts and think.

Should she keep up the secret admirer schtick? She's been doing it for a month now. She hasn't heard or seen you looking annoyed with her gifts, but what if you're being polite? It's a tricky situation for her now that she knows your feelings for someone else. She ends up going to Haru for help.

"Oh, well the body would make good fertilizer!" Haru tells her cheerfully when Makoto mentions you said you have a crush on someone else. While concerning, it's nice to know how much of a ride or die Haru is. Makoto has to push aside the urge to mention some scientific facts about the human body to continue the conversation she wants to have.

"As tempting as it is to find out who the crush is, I just wonder if I should stop. Would it be suspicious if the gifts suddenly stopped arriving on their desk? But what if it has just been annoying?" Makoto asks, voicing some of the conflicting thoughts she had previously.

Haru gives a hum as she thinks, filling the silence as she continues watering the garden plants with Makoto helping when she can. "Maybe it's time to let them know that you're the admirer?" Haru suggests and Makoto hesitates a bit.

"I know I should, especially since I know the feelings aren't reciprocated." Makoto sighs and gives a bit of a wry smile. "Is it pathetic to be scared of doing that?"

"Of course not, Mako-chan! Here, I'll help you write the note to leave on this latest gift."

And Haru does and Makoto is very happy to have that support behind her because she doesn't know if she'd be able to do any of this without the help.

So now Makoto is waiting in the student council room. It's empty except for her. She was wondering if the library might be better or even somewhere outside of school, but the student council room is a safe space for her and she's comfortable here. The gift she gave you, something simplistic this time, had the note Haru helped her write to meet her here after school and she hopes you come.

She feels both relief and dread when you do. The dread doesn't last long, she knows that this is a conversation you should both have. Before she can say anything, you cut in.

"Makoto? You... You're not my secret admirer, are you?" She doesn't know if she should feel hurt at your question, but you don't look offended or upset that it's her. You do look surprised and she's not close enough to pick up on the fact that there's some hope in those eyes.

"I... I am," she admits finally. "It was easier to leave you gifts and messages on your desk instead of just talking to you. It's a bit childish, now that I think about it." She gives a smile at that idea.

"No, it was really sweet."

"I'm relieved you think so." And she is. It definitely helps with one of her insecurities of thinking she was being annoying. While she'd like to hear how you felt about her notes and gifts, she knows that getting to the point would be the best. "I heard that you have a crush on someone else. I hope my gifts, and such didn't get in the way or make things awkward for you," she says.

There's a pause from you and she is a bit worried with how long you're thinking up a response.

"Well," you finally speak up, "I do have feelings for someone... I just wasn't expecting that you were my secret admirer. You're always so cool and seem confident that the idea my crush is my secret admirer didn't even cross my mind," you admit, and she feels like now her brain is processing.

Makoto ends up chuckling at your words because this whole time she was telling herself that you liked someone else, and she did the same thing you did. She never thought your crush would be on her. And at voicing these thoughts, you laugh with her and she's feeling the happiest she has in a while.

Taglist:

@reo-the-leo

#persona 5 x reader #makoto niijima x reader #randoimago 31 days of october

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year ago

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Elven blood?

Now it's Ziana's turn! (@nimillaarts Farmer OC! Also Aelfdene mentioned, he's also nimi's OC)

"I noticed, Mr. Julian", Ziana set the cup of tea down beside her, "It's rather unusual that both you and Aelfdene with heterochromia". And also the blue and green eyes, just a little different", She looked closely at her friend's unusual eyes and waited for him to finish drinking his tea as well. Now, in late autumn, a hot beverage was a welcome addition, as the evening in Ridgeside Village was much colder than in Stardew Valley. Good thing Pika's was still open.

"Pretty unusual, right?" Julian also set aside his almost empty cup where the lavender tea had been splashing a moment ago. Ziana couldn't help but notice that his smile was sad.

"As a child, I endured so much teasing and ridicule because of my eyes, although I did not understand why people hate other people because they have something that they cannot change. After all, we do not choose how we are born". He looked at the empty stage nearby. "Although, with growing up, I realized that sometimes a person does not need a good reason to offend or hate someone".

Ziana sighed softly. She met with a similar case, and the last one was literally a week ago, on Spirit's Eve. Even Isaac wouldn't allow himself what one of the young new adventurers said to her and Julian. "A pathetic parody of adventurers" was probably the most censored expletive that came out of the mouth of that ill-mannered monster hunter from Castle Village.

"Doesn't matter, I think that your eyes are beautiful, and not at all strange!", Ziana slammed her fist on the wooden outdoor table and confidently looked into Julian's face again. The young man was a little surprised, but still smiled warmly at his friend.

"Thank you very much, Ziana. You are a true friend". Julian considered himself lucky that it was in Stardew Valley and Ridgeside Village that he found true happiness and friends.

Ziana blushed slightly, "You're welcome".

Suddenly, her embarrassment was quickly replaced by thoughtfulness.

"I do, however, have one more question..."

"Go ahead"

Ziana narrowed her amber eyes and looked directly into Julian's face again, causing him to squirm slightly in embarrassment.

"I had a theory that heterochromia was most common in elves. That it had something to do with magic." She moved even closer to Julian. "You didn't happen to have elves in your family?"

"Uuuuuuh...", Julian paused. "it's unlikely"

"Hmmmmmm....", Ziana returned to her seat, but still narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Now that's an interesting question, Julian thought. He's not sure that he will find elven blood in his ancestry, but it was still interesting to learn about his ancestors.

#farmer ziana #farmer julian #grammar errors? i don't give a damn!#(that's not true but I'm too lazy right now)#farmer aelfdene

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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RAINBERRY (6)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: you share a series of moments with jungkook, come to several realizations about sora. things shift...for the better or for worse? pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship, suggestive content (hooking up)

word count: 7305... yeah idk what happened lmao

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz

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“You come here often?” A voice behind you murmurs in your ear. You nearly jump, but you already know who it is.

Jungkook. Ever since he had texted you letting you know that he was on his way, you’d been eagerly looking for him in the crowded, dim lights of the bar.

“No,” You say, unable to stop a giggle from pushing past your lips.

“Lucky for me then, huh?” Jungkook grins, his smile a little dark and a little seductive. It sends a thrill up your spine.

“It is,” You nod, “Really lucky for you. And for me-”

You internally cringe at yourself. Did you learn to flirt only yesterday? Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you in amusement before letting his hand rest on your lower back.

“C’mon, pretty, I’ll get you a drink,” Jungkook says, “Maybe then you’ll pick up a trick or two on the subject of flirting.”

You gasp and swat his chest, “Don’t be so rude.”

Jungkook stands in between your legs at the bar, one hand on your thigh and one hand gripping his drink. You’re laughing at something he said in your ear, something funny that happened at the tattoo parlor earlier in the day-

“Mina and Mei pretended to be the other to see how long it would take for Jin to notice, since he can never tell them apart-”

“You’re all terrible, and poor Jin, you always instigate with him!”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Jungkook nearly pouts at you.

“Oh? Why’s that? Maybe I like Jin more than I like you,” You reply, leaning closer to him.

“But you still like me, right?” Jungkook says, discreetly weaving his fingers through yours. Nobody’s paying attention to either of you, but even if someone was, you wouldn’t mind.

Or so you thought nobody was paying attention to either of you.

“Mmm… maybe a little bit,” You grin, tilting your head to the side, “Tell me how cool and pretty you think I am, and then I’ll decide.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. His bright, bunny smile makes you smile. “You already know how cool and pretty I think you are, baby.”

“You could stand to mention it a little more.”

“And what about me?” Jungkook says, leaning forward, “You never compliment me, baby…”

“That’s- that’s not true,” You whisper. He’s close enough that you can see the stars in his eyes, the ridges on his plump, pouty bottom lip, the mole below his lip.

“But I guess you don’t need to, not really,” Jungkook says airily, “Not when I can tell that you think about me. Because my girl’s dirty, huh?”

You squeeze his lithe fingers tightly and he smiles at you, sin painted in the curves of his wicked grin.

“Uh-” You stammer, your face feeling hot, “You’re really cute?”

He throws his head back once more and you grin bashfully at him. “And I like spending time with you,” You say softly, looking up at him as if you want him to hang the moon for you.

Jungkook curses under his breath. Because he would, he really would.

“How lucky for me,” Jungkook says, patting your head fondly.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes.

Before the night ends (and you endure the teasing of Mina and Mei), you manage to convince Jungkook into taking pictures with you. Mina is all too happy to take them. You don’t know how many candids she takes of you both- you get lost in his voice and the glint in his eyes.

And then he abruptly kisses your cheek, and your breath hitches with the feel of his lips against your skin leaving your heart sputtering helplessly in your chest.

Mei and Mina are both cooing in the background at their favorite couple who isn’t quite a couple just yet. Jungkook glares at both of them, only causing them both to laugh.

And then the moment is ruined by none other than Sora herself. Jungkook sighs, already knowing that you’re going to be pulled away from him. He doesn’t know why she’s even here when nobody here likes or knows her except for you. But you’re too nice to leave her out of things (mainly because you don’t want her to get upset at you for it). So Jungkook says nothing, only narrowing his eyes at her when she comes close.

She eyes his arm around your waist and how close you’re standing to him suspiciously.

“I don’t feel so good,” Sora groans, clutching her stomach. How dramatic, Jungkook scoffs. As if she’s never handled alcohol before. Jungkook looks for the blurriness that comes with alcohol in her eyes and is unsurprised to find nothing.

But perhaps his dislike for her is outweighing reality.

“Door’s right there,” Jungkook says bluntly, “And the bathroom's over there. Knock yourself out.”

He tightens his hand over your waist, ignoring your gentle swat of your hand against his chest.

“Can we go home?” Sora pouts at you, but not before sending Jungkook a glare. Jungkook already knows you’re nodding- it seems that Sora always gets what she wants.

He knows she’s faking it, and you’re too nice to see through her bullshit.

Well, Jungkook gets what he wants, too.

“I can take you both home?” Jungkook says, though the thought of being within five feet of her sends him recoiling.

“No! We can get home ourselves,” Sora nearly hisses.

“What about when she drops you off at your apartment? You gonna let her walk home alone?” Jungkook scoffs.

“She doesn’t live that far, and she can take care of herself. Or she can sleepover,” Sora answers heatedly, as if you’re not right there.

“She is right here. And I’m not sleeping over, I have an early morning tomorrow,” You say easily, feeling annoyance beginning to stir in your belly. It’s a lie, but Sora doesn’t need to know that. “Go wait at the door, Sora. I’ll be there in a minute.”

And for once, Sora listens to you.

“Jungkook,” You murmur with heated cheeks, “Maybe I can see you later tonight?”

Jungkook laughs in surprise. His girl isn’t just flirty and touchy, you’re a liar. And you’re a liar for him.

“Sure baby, whatever you want. Just please text me when you get home. Or call me and I’ll come pick you up,” Jungkook says, returning your tipsy smile. He wants to glare in Sora’s direction but refrains from doing so.

He can hear both Mira and Mei both giggling into their hands a few feet away, but you don’t seem to hear it. You don’t seem to hear anything but him.

“Okay,” You beam at him, “I’ll call you.”

By the time you get Sora in the safe hands of her roommates and tucked into bed with a glass of water, it’s nearly 1:30 AM.

“Promise me somethin’,” She says, her eyes half awake. But you can tell she’s alert and aware.

“Hmm?” You say distractedly, about to text Jungkook telling him you’re going home soon.

“You need to stay away from Jeon,” She mumbles, watching you like a hawk, “He’s not a good guy-”

“I think you’re tired, Sora,” You say, not meeting her gaze, “I’m pretty tired, too. So ‘m gonna go home. Sleep well.”

“I mean it, he’ll break your heart, you know. Don’t you trust me?”

“Sleep well,” You whisper easily, levelling her with an intense gaze. She feels herself being scrutinized as if she’s under a microscope, but the heat dissipates quickly as you turn on your heel.

Lying to her comes so easily, even with your heart pounding painfully in your ears. But you know that’s not Jungkook’s influence on you, as she might claim. Jungkook has never been a liar- apparently that’s reserved only for you.

Jungkook is only a few blocks away from Sora’s apartment building so you remain on the phone with him, giggling quietly, as you meet him halfway. He covers more ground quicker than you so he catches up to you quickly.

“Hi,” You laugh wildly, not sure what you’re even laughing at. You’re giddy just from the sight of him and you shyly take his hand in yours. He looks at you in surprise but says nothing, only rubbing your thumb with his own.

“Hey, baby,” He says smoothly. You only beam at him in response to how he is apparently unaffected by you. It’s so easy for you to push Sora’s words from your mind, when Jungkook is standing right by your side looking at you like that.

“I live kind of far from here,” You confess, “It’s like a fifteen or twenty minute drive.”

Jungkook shakes his head at you, pulling his phone out for an Uber. “I hate that you Uber home alone so often from here,” Jungkook says, “Don’t do that anymore. You’ve heard the stories right?”

“Yeah, I have,” You shrug, “I don’t really know who else I can call all the way from here-”

“Me,” Jungkook says sharply, “Yoongi. Hobi. Jin. Mei. Mina. Any of us, baby. Fuckin’ Sora should drive you home.”

“She’s drunk, she can’t drive!”

“Not this time, just in general,” Jungkook mutters, “Some best friend, letting you ride alone in a damn Uber for twenty minutes without even checking up on you-”

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You mumble abruptly, “I want to go home, Jungkook. Will you take me home?”

And who is he to deny you?

In hindsight, maybe you should have slowed down. Maybe he should have slowed down. But the minute you enter the threshold of your home, your hands are warm and welcoming on his chest. You want him, you need him, you need him to hold you the way you know he wants to.

Your lips are sweet against his, trembling and burning all at once.

It’s been about an hour since you both ended up falling into your bed together, and most of that hour has been filled with you both locking lips. It had been you who had pressed your hands to his firm chest with determined eyes and a deep furrow in your brow before pressing your lips to his.

As quickly as it happened, it feels right. You’re sitting on his lap as if you belong, hips slowly rocking into his as your hands pull his hair out of the ponytail that it’s in. You sigh happily when you card through his hair, fingertips gentle over his scalp.

Jungkook loves the soft, pretty noises he pulls from you with each slip of his tongue into your mouth. You’re hungry, impatient, nothing of what his initial first impression of you was. You always want more, more, more and he wants to give, give, give.

He should’ve been more surprised than he really was when you had tugged his hand into your bedroom, pushed him to your bed and climbed into his lap. Your eyes are hooded, as you duck your head to meet his lips.

He tastes like honey and mint and something sweet. He smells like fresh laundry. You could lose yourself in him, you think, as you bite his lower lip generously.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans into your mouth, missing the warmth of your lips immediately, “Wait.”

But he moans again when you nip his bottom lip gently, coaxing your way into his mouth. It takes him a few seconds to pull away, your honeyed lips too tempting for him. You complain vocally, deciding to press your lips to his neck instead.

“Baby,” Jungkook says again, a little firmly with a tight grip on your hips.

“Honey,” You say in the same tone, your lips pulled into a pretty pout.

“Slow down,” Jungkook murmurs, gently placing you on the bed, your back against your freshly washed sheets. You hum and wrap an arm around his shoulders, eyelashes fluttering as you just watch him. Jungkook looks so good above you, lips perfectly pink and pillowy… You’re tempted to lick the column of his neck, all along the swirls of ink, but you don’t.

“It’s late,” You muse, twirling his hair within your fingers. He won’t admit that he feels like putty in your arms, hovering above you.

“Great observation,” Jungkook says dryly, “Anything else you wanna share with the class?”

“Will you stay over,” You murmur, looking up at him as he lays in between your legs and dots your cheeks in soft kisses.

“You want that, baby? Pretty baby wants me to stay over?” Jungkook nearly coos at you, and you swat his hand away at his teasing.

“Shut up,” You mumble, “Only because it’s like, 3 in the morning and it would be shitty for you to go all the way across the city alone.”

“Yeah, right, only because it's three AM. Not because you want to cuddle,” Jungkook snorts.

“You’re only good for cuddling, anyway,” You shoot back, “I have some of my dad’s sweats and shirts if you want to change. Get off me, you big oaf.”

“My girl’s mean, huh?

“Oh, who said anything about your girl,” You mutter, embracing the heat in your face.

Jungkook peels his leather jacket off, but he catches your curious eyes before you turn away and all but run into the bathroom to change and take your makeup off. He’s waiting in your bed as if he lives there, waiting for you to join him.

“Why do you look so nervous in your own bedroom,” Jungkook asks bluntly, chuckling at your soft noise of offense.

“It’s not everyday I have you in my bed,” You mumble, peeling the covers back to slide into bed next to him.

“You want it to be everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy,” You reply, pinching his waist. He yelps and grips your wrist loosely.

“You okay with this or what? I can sleep on the couch if you’re not,” Jungkook says, rubbing your wrist gently.

You hum, “I’m good. You good?”

“Got the prettiest girl right here. Of course I’m good,” Jungkook says, winking at you. You hide your face from him and swat his chest.

“Good night,” You mumble, “Go to sleep, stupid.”

“Who the fuck,” Jungkook grumbles into your hair, “The fuck is calling you this early, what the fuck-”

You groan, pushing your face into his chest as if that’ll push the jarring sound of your phone blaring out of your mind. Rubbing your eyes with an irritated sigh, you reach over to blindly feel for your phone on the nightstand but Jungkook reaches it first.

“Of course,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “She never misses a fucking beat does she? Even at 6:20 in the fucking morning...”

You catch a glimpse at the phone and see that it’s Sora calling you. You take the phone from his hands, letting him wrap himself around you with a pout. You run your hand over his back silently as you answer the phone.

“Hello?” You grumble raspily, voice filled with remnants of the morning.

“Hey, just checking that you were awake. You said you had an early morning today, right?” Sora's chipper voice booms into the receiver. You cringe. Has she always sounded like that?

“Yeah…” You reply, but you’re a little distracted by the way that Jungkook’s lips attach to the corner of your mouth. “Mmm…”

“You there? You falling asleep on me, or what?” Sora asks, “Always so distracted, you should seriously pay more attention-”

Jungkook hears her and glares at the phone. His eyes harden and he moves quickly, without warning you. He takes the phone from your hands swiftly as if it’s personally offended him.

“Leave us alone, Sora,” Jungkook says, steel and frustration clear in his voice, “It’s too early for this shit, go do something productive and leave us alone. ”

You watch him with gobsmacked eyes, knowing this won’t end well but unable to find it in yourself to care as much as you should.

At least not yet.

Sora’s flabbergasted screech pierces the previously quiet morning air through your phone and you wince. You knew she wouldn’t be happy, but you’ll deal with her later. When a sleepy, pouty Jungkook wasn’t in front of you already chasing your lips with his.

“Kook,” You sigh, turning your cheek to face him. He plants his lips on yours easily, pulling the words right off of your tongue and filling your mind with air.

“You embarrassed of me or something,” Jungkook teases.

“What? No,” You say sharply, eyes wide, “Why would you think that?”

“You lied to her last night and you lied to her just now. You don’t have an early morning,” Jungkook says, hands running over your cheek, “You only have me in your bed.”

“She keeps telling me I should stay away from you,” You confess, “I don’t know why she doesn’t like you, but I’ll talk to her about it later. I don’t want my best friend to not like you-”

“Is she? Your best friend?” Jungkook asks, cutting you off. Your eyes are round with confusion, head tilted to the side.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” You ask softly, “We’ve been close since college-”

“I know all the facts, baby,” Jungkook says, trying his best to not insult Sora to you the way he wants to, “I know she’s been your friend since college, you’ve seen each other at your worst, all of the usual bullshit-”

“Hey!”

“... Why do you think she doesn’t want you to have anything to do with me? If she was really your best friend, she wouldn’t be this fucking concerned or involved-”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” You shrug, “She’s just… protective of me.”

“She cares too fucking much in my opinion,” Jungkook says, “Fucking control freak. Would someone protective of you send you on a blind date with an asshole who stood you up and didn’t even reach out to you after?”

Jungkook has a lot more he wants to say about Sora and how she treats you, but he keeps it to himself for now.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. Only looking at him with those disarming eyes. He hasn’t said much about it, but your gears are already turning. You’ve been growing more and more tired of Sora’s antics- mainly the way she never seems to take into account your feelings unless it benefits her. It was tolerable in college, but the more you fell for Jungkook, the more tiresome it was becoming.

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You say finally, a repeat of what you said last night.

Jungkook looks at you, something undecipherable in his eyes, before nodding and quietly meeting your warm, sleepy lips with his own.

It’s been a total of thirty-six hours since you kissed Jungkook and he had spent the night with you. You haven’t had any type of conversation with him about what your kiss with him meant, what him staying the night over meant. It doesn't’ stop you from feeling giddy at the thought of him, from replaying the last kiss he had given you. From leaving you wanting more.

You think nothing of it as you cheerily buy a dozen donuts to bring with you to the tattoo parlor to surprise Jungkook and your friends. Maybe you can sneak a kiss in.

But the minute you walk into the parlor, you know something is a little off. Jungkook’s shoulders are tense, a pensive look settled in his eyes. His jaw is clenched, tongue poking his cheek.

“Hi,” You murmur, offering him the box of donuts, “I come bearing treats.”

Jungkook gives you a thin smile. He chews on his chapped bottom lip, deep in thought. You didn’t know what to expect after seeing him for the first time after he spent the night with you, but this isn’t what you expected.

He’s standing across from you with crossed arms over his broad chest. The air between you both feels cold and still, icy as you exhale. He’s upset about something, and after before you can ask him what’s wrong (before you can stop your own spiral downwards), he beats you to the punch-

“I don’t understand you,” Jungkook says, his voice perfectly calm and even. But it’s eerie.

Your heart drops to your stomach instantly and you swallow the dry lump in your throat.

“What?” You hate how soft, how weak your voice sounds. But you can’t help it, not when disappointment coats his eyes and when he speaks to you like he’s disgusted by you. You don’t understand him either. The way he switches up on you with no warning.

Jungkook takes a deep breath to tell you what’s been on his mind. Instead of the practiced speech that sounded much calmer in his mind, what comes out is-

“You let Sora walk all over you,” Jungkook hisses, “You let her dictate almost every fucking decision! She has this inexplicable hold over you, and you don’t even know it!”

Jungkook hates confrontation, he really does. But he’s at his wit’s end with you and with Sora. Mostly with you, for not seeing a terrible friend in front of your eyes even when everyone tries telling you. How can you be this blinded by it? By her?

“She manipulates you at every turn, and you just let her! And you know what, I get it- it’s hard to recognize it when you’re in it. But we’ve all told you. She’s not a good friend to you, at all!”

Your face falls, heart sinking into a black hole that begins to swirl in your belly. You can’t stand it, the fire in his eyes despite the ice in his voice. You don’t like this. You don’t like this.

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on listening to her,” Jungkook seethes, getting angrier the more he thinks about Sora, “She treats you like shit- you have to know you deserve better than that, right? She sabotages you every chance she gets. She doesn’t like any of us, you know that? And forget that- why don’t you fucking ask yourself why she has the opposite opinion to everything when it comes to something you like? Your fucking car, your apartment, your job, your choice in decor. Even me.”

His words make you ache terribly and you desperately need something to hold on to to ground yourself. You shove your fists in the pockets of your jacket and surely, you’re clenching your fists tight enough that your nails are piercing through the skin of your palms.

“You never question her intentions. You’ve never even dreamed of questioning her,” Jungkook continues with a cruel sneer, lips twisting into something unfamiliar that cuts across you, “You should ask yourself why. You should ask yourself by you’re always defending her, walking on eggshells around her, afraid to be in disagreement with her, when she doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

But he doesn’t stop there, “You’re so fucking naive a-and fucking foolish. You can’t see how she always has to have you in the palm of her hand, how she makes sure she’s ahead of you in life, by whatever twisted definition of that she has. You deserve better than her. And I know I deserve better than to be hidden because you’re too scared to face your supposed best friend.”

You don’t have any words. Your brain seems to short circuit at his harsh truths, unable to formulate a single sentence. Instead your hands tremble and your eyes become wet.

You say nothing. As always, you say nothing.

“You’re not gonna say anything? Not even now?” Jungkook asks, tongue pressing against his cheek.

Another five seconds goes by before you open your mouth, “I d-don’t know what to say,” Your voice is quiet, unlike what Jungkook is used to, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jungkook could scream in frustration. You still won’t say what’s on your mind, even when he insults you straight to your face. He can’t tell what you’re thinking (mainly because you hardly ever say anything about it), despite being able to read you easily.

“I think I should go,” You say in the same soft, defeated voice, “I b-brought donuts, but umm… they’re over there. Goodbye, Jungkook.”

With that, you turn your back on him and on the tattoo parlor to head outside. He doesn’t see the trembling of your hands or of your shoulders. He doesn’t know that you somehow hold your tears back the whole way home, biting down harshly on your bottom lip enough to draw blood.

Jungkook doesn’t know that you barely make it into your apartment with his words ringing cruelly in your head. He doesn’t know that you collapse in your bed in a mess of sobs and the sound of your heart aching.

You’re alone.

It takes all of thirty seconds after your departure for Jungkook to realize the weight of his words and for your defeated, hunched over shoulders to replay in his mind like a movie. It takes another forty seconds for Mina and Mei to emerge from their respective offices (where he’s certain they heard the entire conversation) and scream at him for his callousness-

“I have never known you to speak to anyone like that, let alone the girl that you’ve liked for who knows how long! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mina says and smacks the back of his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Mei continues with narrowed eyes, “You better apologize to her and kiss her fucking feet-”

“Who else was going to tell her about Sora? She hasn’t listened to-”

“There is a way to communicate these things!” Mei says angrily, “You yelling at her like that wasn’t the move and you know it. You’re so fucking stupid!”

“Alright, I get it,” Jungkook says, equally as angry. He pulls away from both of them, not wanting to hear it from them anymore.

“That girl Sora is a fucking bitch but you’re no better for how you just behaved,” Mina hisses, “Get your shit together, Jeon.”

He knows that he was harsh, maybe too harsh with you. Looking back on the memory of your glossy eyes and sad, slumped shoulders… You hadn’t even fought him. You’d just accepted his barrage of words as fact, without even thinking to provide an explanation or a defense of yourself.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut in shame. Once the anger dissolves into hurt, he reaches a conclusion. He should’ve just talked to you rather than lash out at you like that.

You’re no delicate flower, but damn, he’d do anything to take away the broken look in your eyes.

You take exactly two days off from work to sort through your feelings and thoroughly comb through your previous memories with Sora, and subsequently, with all of your friends. You spend most of this time in your bed, under the covers and scrolling through old photos from college and post-grad life.

It’s funny- you don’t really know where your sense of self got away from you.

You’ve always approached people- relationships, friendships- logically and rationally. Or at least you thought you had. It seems like a lot of your reactions to things that may have upset you or bothered you (or lack thereof) was for the convenience of others- namely Sora.

You bury your head in your hands when she passes through your memory. How could you have let it escalate this far? Can you be so blind to someone treating you so horribly for this long? Can you excuse her behavior for the simple fact that she’s been your supposed friend for years?

You try to think back on a time when you felt like you could unabashedly be yourself around Sora without any consequence for simply existing.

You come up blank.

Logic comes easy to you. It’s easy for you to make the decision to finally speak to Sora and say what needs to be said. Especially when your other friends were hurt by her actions, and by extension, yours.

After about another thirty-six hours, you decide. It doesn’t surprise you, how easy it is to make the decision. You decide that this “friendship” with Sora isn’t worth it. Not when she’s made you feel like this for years and if she treats your friends this way, too.

You’ll give her a chance to explain, but most of your mind is set already. Considering how well you know her, you know how this conversation is going to go. You dread it, but it must be done. Even if it’s long overdue.

“I need you to be honest with me,” You say plainly, keeping your face neutral even as your heart hammers away in your chest. At least you’re in the safety and comfort of your own home, your pastel green throw pillow on your lap acting as an anchor.

Sora sits across from you, an eyebrow raised. Her mouth is twisted into something defensive, on the ready to eat you alive. How could you not notice it before?

“When am I ever not honest with you?” Sora scoffs.

“Then it should be easy for you to answer a few questions for me, and we can be on our merry ways,” You say breezily, your eyes hardened. She swallows. Good.

“The fuck you being so formal for?” Sora laughs, but her smile drops when she sees that you’re not joking.

“Why are you so mean to Jungkook and his friends? My friends?” You ask without missing a beat. You cross your arms over your chest and look at her expectantly. Your ears feel warm, but you press on.

Even if Jungkook is perhaps irreparably upset with you, you think this is his influence. Growing a spine and sticking up for yourself, for the people around you.

“Seriously? That’s what’s got your panties twisted?” Sora says, waving a dismissive hand at you, “Don’t worry about them, they don’t know you like I do- I mean who else was holding your hair back when you were throwing your guts up in college?”

“I don’t think the quality of a friendship should be assessed by how many drunken nights we had.”

“Who else was there for you when nobody else was?” Sora hisses, “I took you home when your parents left you for the holidays, I was the one who was there with you when your shitty ex’s ghosted you, god, your taste is the worst-I was the only one who ever saw you!”

You squeeze your pillow far too tightly.

“Stop holding that shit over my head,” You snap, “Those are just things that friends do. I never begged you for your support and I shouldn’t have to feel like I owe you something other than friendship just for being your only fucking friend who put up with your shit for this long.”

Before she can open her mouth to speak, you cut across her, “Stop talking about the past. College was years ago at this point. We graduated fucking almost six years ago. And even in college… you haven’t changed a bit,” You let out a mirthless laugh, “What do you have to say for our friendship right now? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have set me up with a loser who stood me up. You afraid of something, Sora? You afraid I’ve been around people who are friends with me because they actually like me, not because they get off on a weird power trip?

“Ever since the beginning, all you’ve done is push me away from myself,” You say with trembling lips, “E-everything, you’ve just… you just take everything I like and I want and completely dismiss it. It’s n-not right. A-and it took this long, for Jungkook to call it out for me to realize. This- this isn’t friendship-”

To your misery, her lips morph into a cruel sneer. “Jungkook? You went behind my back-”

“Behind your back? You don’t even have a good reason-”

“I told you, I’m only-”

“No! You’re gonna let me finish, for once,” You raise your voice, levelling her with a glare containing years worth of anger, “It’s clear, with or without Jungkook, that you’ve only kept me around to make yourself feel better. How twisted is that! You kept me down, made me doubt myself and everything just so you could feel better.”

You take a deep, deafening breath.

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Even now, you can’t reassure me. Even now, you can’t call on our friendship as something fond to remember. You weaponized me for your own insecurities. Get out.”

“Get out? You’re kicking me out?” Sora’s sneer drops immediately. Maybe you’re being cruel, but you can’t take it anymore. Something passes across her face that makes you draw an ounce of sympathy for her but it evaporates immediately.

“Yup,” You say, popping the ‘p’, “We’re not friends, and I don’t think we ever were. So thanks, for bringing me back to my senses.”

And that’s that- she leaves with her tail between her legs, not pleading for your affection or your friendship. You’re grateful for that, because you feel like you might collapse in about two minutes.

***

It has been exactly nine days since you ended your friendship with Sora and exactly fourteen days since you stepped foot in the tattoo parlor. You’ve only just reached out to Mei and Mina, in between sporadic texts to Hobi and Yoongi.

It’s been exactly two weeks since you spoke to Jungkook. You miss him, you miss his crooked smirk, his bunny smile. Most of all, you miss the comfort and safety his presence brings. But you’re too nervous to reach out to him again, his harsh words and fiery eyes blinking back at you in your own mind. You’re nervous to even show your face at the tattoo parlor.

Jungkook has been receiving an earful from all of his friends since the last day he spoke to you. Hobi’s wrath, along with Mei and Mina’s wrath, is something he never wants to relive twice. Yoongi and Jin also lectured him, and he only looked at them with wide, doe eyes in understanding. Whatever anger he was holding on to has simmered down to hurt, and now he just misses you. And he very much regrets the way he spoke to you.

He winces when he recalls his cruel words, the sharp edge of his tongue that slipped out so easily. So quickly, to strike you right where it hurts. Jungkook can’t get your stricken expression out of his mind. Knowing he put that look on your face, it makes him ache. And he’s the coward, for still not reaching out to you to apologize.

He’s too nervous to face you, but he has to.

***

jeon jungkook : hi. can we talk sometime soon?

It takes you fifteen minutes to respond. What he doesn’t know is that you had panicked for ten of those fifteen minutes, nearly dropping your phone when you had seen his name pop up on your screen.

you 🧡 : hi. sure. Where?

***

You give yourself a pep talk the entire drive to the park. You’re glad he suggested a park, and a park close to your home- you’re grateful for the open area. You’re incredibly nervous to see him for the first time in a while, running through different scenarios in your head before scolding yourself.

It’s Jungkook. Even if he hurt you, it’s still Jungkook. You trust him. You want to trust him.

You spot Jungkook leaning on his motorcycle, looking like a vision in all black. As almost always a strand of black hair escapes his ponytail as he lights his cigarette. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice his nerves in the way he grips his lighter tightly.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Hi.”

You wring your hands together, gripping the straps of your backpack tightly. You’re just as nervous as he is, he realizes. But still, you stand with your back straightened, eyes wary. You glow, and despite the fact that it’s only been two weeks, he senses something different about you.

“Hi,” Jungkook murmurs, the pet name on the tip of his tongue but he refrains, “Come here. Can I hug you?”

“Y-yeah,” You nod with a small smile and he envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly. Inhaling every bit of you that he can. He wants to kiss you again, kiss you breathless, kiss you so that you forget his cruelty.

But he can’t erase it. So he doesn’t.

“I brought blankets for us,” Jungkook murmurs, pointing to the basket, “Let’s go sit?”

You nod and follow his lead.

***

“It was messed up,” You say forlornly, “We kissed, we kissed a lot, you slept in my bed and then you yelled at me. Insulted me in your tattoo parlor. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” There’s only a little malice in your voice, but he’ll take it.

You’re both sitting across from each other, knees touching with open and honest eyes. You feel vulnerable and exposed around him, especially considering how your last conversation with him went.

“You should’ve just talked to me,” You mumble.

“I know,” Jungkook says instantly, takes your much smaller hands in his and squeezes, “I fucked up. I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that. You didn’t deserve that from me. You don’t deserve that from anyone, least of all from me. I’m sorry I let everything fester and took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry. I made you cry, didn’t I?”

You look away from him for a millisecond before nodding, “You’d cry too, if the man you liked, the man you just spent the night with for the first time, spoke to you like that. In his own place of work. I only brought you donuts and you just- what the fuck? You just went off on me, I had no idea you were even feeling that intensely about Sora. About me-

“I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. Don’t take me for a fool,” You say pointedly, not letting go of his hands. Jungkook cringes before opening his mouth.

“You’re not naive or stupid, I’m sorry-”

“But… I understand, I think. You know when you kind of… know something but it takes another person for you to realize? I think I always knew how Sora was and didn’t want to face it. Or face her. For so long, it felt like she was all I had for some reason. Like even if there were others, it felt like her approval mattered the most. And I realized it was because she just always had this way of making me feel less than her. But mostly, I owe that realization to you. Even if you went about it the wrong way.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, “I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve just talked to you about how I was feeling, rather than take it out on you. You deserve better than that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” You say, surprising him, “For allowing her to get in the way of us, for allowing her to run her mouth. For not having a spine-”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly, “When someone is controlling and manipulative like that, it’s hard to see past it-”

“But is it an excuse?” You wonder with a slight tilt of your head, “I let it hurt you, hurt Yoongi, Hobi, Mina, Mei…”

“Maybe not an excuse. But it makes it understandable,” Jungkook says, “All we can do is move forward right?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” You nod, “I know it doesn’t really change much now, but… I told Sora I don’t want anything to do with her anymore. In fact, I kicked her out of my apartment. It was very dramatic and satisfying. Like something out of a movie.”

Jungkook laughs despite himself, pulling a small smile from you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-”

“You just ended a friendship with someone who’s been around for a long time. That’s not easy.”

“It was easier than I thought it would be. Turns out telling someone to get out of your apartment after letting out about eight years of pent up frustration really is the most vindicating thing a girl can do,” You murmur with a soft laugh, “I think I’m just upset with myself that it took this long. That it took hurting you, the last person I’d ever want to hurt, to realize.”

Jungkook rubs your thumb gently, sending gentle ripples over your skin.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you like that,” Jungkook says, sincerity forming dotted diamonds in his eyes, “God, I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I’m sorry I disrespected you, too. By ignoring all of the red flags, I let her get away with so much. I let her get away with her saying so much shit about you.”

There’s a comfortable pause between you both.

“I think we need to take time for ourselves,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes uncertain but earnest, “Before we start anything-”

“And who said I wanted to start anything with you,” You tease, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, “I agree… Maybe no more pet names, huh?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks in amusement.

“To break up, we’d have to be together to begin with,” You say softly. Despite his own words, his own insistence that he knows you both have some feelings to work through before starting anything romantic without lingering feelings of resentment… Jungkook just wants to pull you into his lap and kiss you, steal your breath, feel your hips in his hands. You look so pretty under the sunlight, the rays brushing over your hair warmly and casting a faint halo over your head.

He drinks you in with his eyes, not allowing a single inch of you to pass him. It’s only been two weeks, but he looks at you as if it’s been so much longer since he’s seen you.

You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions around him, and this time is no different. You look like you want to eat him alive, your eyes hooded and palms hot against his. Something in you wants him, wants him to hold you close, feel his hands over any and every inch of you that he can reach.

You want him to paint you with his hands, maybe share some of that sparkle that he seems to be made of.

Your eyes linger, a soft sigh escaping your lips without realizing it. Jungkook resists a smirk, keeping his observations to himself. He catches your gaze burning through his balmy skin, on his arms, his chest, his neck…

It’s too bad. It really is.

Memories of your night together flash behind your eyelids, the way you seemed to fit just perfectly on top of his strong thighs, the way his big hands felt ghosting over you.

You force your eyes away and touch your lips subconsciously, blinking away the ghost of his kiss. Pulling your hands away from him, you offer him a contrite smile.

“I’ll see you around, Jungkook,” You murmur, standing up from the blanket. His first instinct is to help you up, but he remembers, he’s supposed to keep his hands to himself.

“Yeah. See you around.”

Jungkook’s dimples are the last thing you see when you turn your back and head to your car. You try your best not to look back at him, despite every neuron in your brain screaming at you to.

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Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires | Lost Boys x OC CH 1

Summary: Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who's never stuck in one place for very long...until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she's there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk's nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems. Poly Lost Boys/OC, starts just before the movie

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Chapter one | Chapter two

Warnings: Blood, gore, smut, all that good stuff

Vera had been to a lot of cities, some of them twice, some of them three times, some even more, but none of them were quite as unique as Santa Carla. The boardwalk was crawling with lost souls, kids with nowhere else to go, and she was one of them; no family to call her own, no real friends, barely any possessions…Vera was a wanderer, a lone soul, a lost girl. She drifted from town to town, hanging around for a day or two if nothing interesting happened before moving on...and honestly, nothing very interesting ever happened.

Sometimes she took the bus, if she had the money from odd jobs or pick pocketing her meals, but for the most part, she was left to her own devices. She traveled on foot when she had to, avoiding major highways unless she was feeling up to a fight. During the day, she took refuge under bridges if she was broke, or motel rooms if she had a little cash. If she felt particularly frisky, sometimes she even managed to seduce locals into helping out, but for the most part, she only had herself as company, traveling by night for no reason other than an insatiable wanderlust and nobody else to spend her time with.

Nothing had ever held her in one place. She had started traveling a long time ago, when she realized she had no reason to stay in her hometown. Plus...people started to grow a little bit suspicious when they noticed too many bodies cropping up. The world was changing, and for someone like her, it was best to stay on the move.

After that, it became a habit, and she got used to wandering and never having a place to call home. Did it ever bother her? Sometimes, when she was resting, it did. She could stop and look at the stars, with some kind of foreign aching in her chest, but it was rare that she thought about it. It had started up years ago, and she had forced herself to get used to it. She had never found any cure, and while she lingered around the east coast, it had finally dulled to a strange, quiet pain. A constant throb in her chest, next to her heart, some kind of strange tightness that she was happy to forget whenever she could. It was becoming more frequent, though, as she neared California, and she chalked it up to the fact that she had been alone and hungry for far too long.

She would have to do something about that soon. She hated feeling hungry.

Vera hopped off the bus when it stopped in Santa Carla, a coastal town that boasted a crowded boardwalk and just the kind of nightlife she needed. From the road, she could see the bright lights of a Ferris wheel and even a roller coaster, and she couldn’t help but smile. She had always liked fairs and carnivals. They were fun and exciting, and good places to pickpocket. Plus, the chaos made it easier for her to go unnoticed.

At the bus stop, she was greeted with boards and telephone poles covered in missing persons ads, and it was an oddly comforting sight. She would fit right in.

“Murder capital of the world, huh?” she said to herself, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She had seen the graffiti on the back of a big WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA sign on the way in, and the flyers only added to the town’s reputation.

Yeah, this place was worth checking out.

The pier was bright, neon signs and carnival rides lighting up the night. Kids and adults alike were enjoying their summer, stuffing themselves with treats or screaming their way around the roller coaster. It all looked fun, she had to admit, and maybe once she had a chance to grab some cash she could hang around and enjoy herself. She could use a break from running constantly, and she was finding that the boardwalk was already making her happy.

As she walked through the crowds, Vera spotted every kind of person, from middle aged parents toting along a family of four to dirty vagrant children to punks to a couple of weird kids lurking around the comic book store. There were pizza places, cotton candy carts, all sorts of dine in restaurants and bars...Santa Carla seemed like it had everything, but mostly, it was a good place for someone like her to spend some time.

She sat herself down on a railing, trying to ignore the hunger pains she was feeling as she people watched. Beyond the homeless kids and the weirdos, the boardwalk was full of partygoers, and it looked like summer vacation was in full swing. There were a million smells in the air—cigarettes, weed, funnel cakes—but none of them really caught her attention. She let out a sigh, leaning her chin on her hand. She hated being indecisive about dinner.

“Ugh, Surf Nazis,” a woman whispered to her friend as they ran by.

“Gross,” the other wrinkled her nose.

Vera looked past them to the men that were shouting about their asses as they left and she snorted.

“What’s wrong, girls?” One of them yelled.

“Come back, we’ll show you a good time!” Another cackled, tossing an empty beer can over his shoulder.

Vera rolled her eyes. Disgusting, pathetic creatures, all standing around a trash can as they smoked. They smelled awful, she realized with a wrinkle of her nose, and it wasn’t just from their smoke. They were nasty, leering at girls and laughing loudly with each other when the women they were bothering scampered away.

Well, they weren’t her first choice, but at least she had found a meal.

She hopped off the fence and sauntered in their direction for a moment before turning, giving them just enough time to notice her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw them perk up, and before long, all four of them were following her through the crowd, shouting profanities as she made her way down to the pier.

“Hey baby, where you goin’?” one yelled, jogging to keep up with her pace.

Vera looked over her shoulder. “Down under the boardwalk...unless you’re chicken.”

She heard a chorus of hoots and whistles and grinned to herself. Men were so easy.

“I call first dibs!”

“I wanna piece of that ass!” Another yelled.

They always did. Vera was a short girl, only around five feet tall, and stocky. She carried her weight in her legs, giving her thick thighs and a round butt that could never quite stay covered by the denim shorts she loved to wear so much.

Boys liked the way she looked. They liked how she seemed so easy to grab, so soft, so touchable. As the Surf Nazis followed her down the rickety stairs to a secluded spot under the boardwalk, their hands were already moving, unbuttoning pants and reaching for Vera as if they were entitled to her. She smiled sweetly as she backed into the shadows, cooing for them to follow, grinning sickly when they obeyed. They always did, like lambs to the slaughter, never clever enough to recognize her predatory gaze and dangerous movements until it was too late.

Sometimes, if they were lucky, they could catch a glimpse of her bra or panties before it was over, but tonight, Vera had little patience for the dirty fingers that tried to pull her shirt off and her shorts down. Their faces leered down at her, even in the darkness, grunting as they palmed themselves through their pants.

She gave them a second to enjoy it before her lips twisted into a sick grin and she reached for them, nails like claws and teeth like fangs. The air was suddenly filled with the sound of their screams, but the waves crashing against the sand drowned the grisly noises out. As she tore into them, she laughed, loving the way they were so terrified now that they had completely lost any sense of power over her.

Boys always liked the way she looked, until she was covered in their friends’ blood.

-o-

David was having a boring night.

His boys were under control for the time being, lounging on their bikes next to him. Paul and Marko were laughing loudly, occasionally punching each other just for the hell of it, and Laddie was reading a comic as he clung to Dwayne. Star had decided to stay home for the night, and nobody was complaining about that; at the thought of her, David growled to himself, grimacing at the reminder of the troublesome bitch. Max had wanted a daughter and a good mother for Laddie, and what had they ended up with? A mopey, whiny little cunt who refused to kill and feed like everyone else.

Feed...damn, he could go for a snack. He could practically taste blood in the air as he thought about grabbing a bite, fangs threatening to lengthen. He hadn’t even thought he was that hungry, but now that he was thinking about it, it was bugging him, and when David got the urge to feed, there were very few things that could stop him. The hunger would sometimes gnaw at him the way it did a newborn, and even Max was occasionally put off by it. It was something he expected from a younger vampire, like Marko, maybe, but David? His appetite could be insatiable, truly monstrous in a way that most others’ weren’t.

The boys picked up on his hunger and he heard a few growls of agreement before he nodded for Dwayne to take Laddie back to the cave. The kid was never allowed to go with them when they hunted, and Dwayne was capable enough to grab something for himself if he didn’t catch up with them. Ever since Laddie had gotten his pesky little hands on their bloody wine bottle, they had been stuck with him, and if Dwayne hadn’t turned out to be so good with the kid, David would’ve been irritated beyond belief.

It all worked out, though, and Laddie fit in well with the rest of the group. David just had to keep reminding himself to be patient.

“Anybody catch your eye?” Paul asked as his brother took off down the beach with their youngest member.

“Absolutely fucking no one.” David sneered.

The tall blonde straightened up to sniff the air. “Get a whiff of that, though…”

David paused, mimicking Paul. He was right. There was a metallic scent on the breeze, the sweet smell of fresh blood. It made him thirsty, and as he led Paul and Marko down the boardwalk, it only grew stronger.

“Shit,” Marko mumbled as they started down the stairs to the beach. Once they had broken free of the crowd, the scent had hit them like a train, and even David was having trouble controlling himself.

“Careful,” he warned, voice coming out with a ragged, heavy breath.

Murders happened in Santa Carla all the time, and not only because of the Lost Boys. It was a rough place, full of drugs and vagrants, and the violence only helped them blend in. Someone had probably gotten themselves in trouble under the boardwalk, and at this point David was just hoping that the killer was still around to sate his hunger. They never fed from corpses, so stumbling across them never yielded any good results unless they were in the mood to rip them apart for shits and giggles.

David was not in the mood.

He led Paul and Marko off the stairs and through the sand, hurrying now as the blood filled his senses. It was so fresh, and there was so much of it...this wasn’t normal, even for the murder capital of the world. What kind of sadistic human would cut someone up enough to spill so much blood? What the fuck was going on under his boardwalk? Sure, it was something he would do, but other than his boys, who could possibly be that brutal?

It was in the shadows of the pier that he finally got the answers to all of his questions.

Just like the blood had, her scent hit him like a freight train. He could tell Paul and Marko were just as confused by the way they stopped and hissed, fangs already out as they looked down at the bodies littering the sand. It was a gorey scene, throats and stomachs ripped open, Surf Nazis gutted with their pants down.

And in the middle of it all, she had the audacity to glance up at David, and then completely disregard him as she turned back to her final victim. She wasn’t worried in the slightest about the three males, and that pissed David off a little. When he would have snarled a warning at her insolence, he found himself distracted instead, head tilted and lips parted as he drank in her scent and checked her out.

She was wearing shorts that barely covered her bloody legs, ratty combat boots on her feet and an equally ratty denim vest over a ripped up black shirt. Her ebony hair was cut into some sort of shaggy mullet, falling around her shoulders. It was long and wavy and glossy, but tousled and messy, no doubt thanks to feeding.

He could only stare in shock at the black-haired girl that was feasting on a Surf Nazi. He couldn’t decide if he was angry at someone else hunting on his turf or happy to find a real female vampire, one that wasn’t stupid and whiny like Star, but the one thing he knew for sure as he took a step towards her was that he was just the tiniest bit turned on.

Paul and Marko could both smell the tiniest hint of their leader’s arousal, and it excited them. They weren’t used to supernatural girls, and the thought of getting a turn with her was enough to make the air heavy with the scent of lust as they followed David.

Paul let out a low whistle behind him. “Shit, first time I wouldn’t mind bein’ a Surfer. I’d take a little of that sugar right now, know what I’m sayin?”

The vampiress lifted her head from her victim and smiled, drunk on blood and high off the hunt. “I don’t usually share meals, but I’ll give you the rest of this one if it gives me a free pass back outta here.”

Paul tensed to take her up on the offer, but David stopped him. “Free pass?”

The girl sat back from the still-whimpering Surf Nazi, blood running down her chin. “Figure you wouldn’t want me in your territory. Sorry. Didn’t realize anybody else was here, else I’d have been moving on already.”

David smirked. “No need, sweetheart.”

She furrowed her brow.

“It’s feeding time, boys. Grab a snack.” David grinned, allowing Paul and Marko to surge forward and rip into the Surf Nazi. He watched with a twinge of annoyance as Paul turned from his meal and pressed his bloody lips to the girl’s, but that annoyance turned into surprise when she kissed back, albeit lazily.

She smiled as her lips moved against his, a hand moving to tangle in his wild hair. Fire tore through Paul and he growled, pushing her down until her back hit the sand and her chest touched his as her breaths turned into frenzied pants.

Hands ran down her sides, hard nails digging into her skin as Paul nipped at her lower lip. With a whine, she arched up against him, tugging at his hair until he snarled.

“Paul,” David growled a warning.

Paul sat back up with an irritated grumble, licking his lips before plunging his fangs into the Surf Nazi and leaving Vera alone.

David had to admit, he had never met a female vampire that wasn’t stuck in limbo like Star. They seemed rare, or at least they were around California, but Max had always told him that girls of their kind were a special breed. He was already feeling a tug toward her, some kind of something pulling at his chest whenever she moved, and before he knew what he was doing, he was crouching down to suck up the last few drops of blood while his boys turned their attention to the killer.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” Marko asked, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Vera,” she answered with the sweetest voice either of them had ever heard, practically a purr.

Paul sighed, leaning in again. He was head over heels already. “What brings you here to our little corner of the world, Miss Vera?”

She blinked, and they were fucking mesmerized by those lashes and those hazel eyes. “Just passing through, boys. Don’t wanna step on any toes.”

Paul groaned. He wanted her to stay. She smelled amazing, and when she had returned the kiss he hadn’t even realized he was giving her, he felt jolts of electricity shoot through every part of his body.

He wanted more.

“Damn, babe, you’re breakin’ my heart,” he said, holding her face so that he could lick blood off her chin.

“No fair,” Marko nudged his brother. “I want a taste…”

David looked up from the drained corpse, listening as his boys slurred with love drunk voices. Max had warned him about females, about those with foreign sires. They could trap you in a web of lust, keep you dumb and happy there for as long as they wanted, rob you blind and kill your entire family...but somehow, he got the feeling that Vera wasn’t even trying to fuck with them. There was no misty, foggy sensation that would signify magic, no eye contact, no focus. As he rose to his feet, he realized he was walking towards her of his own accord, the only spell being that strange, unspoken one that kept pulling him to her.

He had an inkling of what it could be, but he didn’t dare get his hopes up.

“Got a place to stay, darling?” He asked as he shoved his boys out of the way and knelt before Vera.

She leaned toward him, a sweet smile on those bloody lips that told him she was confident enough in her ability to handle them all. She was calm, completely in control of herself, even when faced with three healthy male vampires. Her eyes were half-lidded, long lashes fluttering whenever she blinked.

When her tongue slipped out to lick blood off her lips, David’s eyes widened at the sight of something he had never seen before. It was split in two, each side moving of its own accord easily. Paul let out an eager noise, Marko shoving him with his shoulder to try to get a better look. Vera just laughed at their fascination, pulling her tongue back into her mouth and smiling.

David could feel her breath on his cheek as she took in his scent and he couldn’t help the shiver that went up his spine. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her better than Paul had, to fuck her and hear his name on her lips. He wanted to show her how strong he was, to impress her, to prove himself for some reason. He would kill a hundred surfers if he had to, if it would grant him her favor. He would sit out in the sun and burn himself if it meant he could be hers.

He had never felt this way about anyone, and it was pissing him off.

Vera laughed to herself. She could smell his desire, and she knew that it was because of her. Just like those Surf Nazis, these vampires wanted her, but at least she liked this little pack. What’s more, that aching in her chest had stopped when they showed up, and she had a feeling she knew why.

It was a little bit terrifying, though, and she wasn’t about to stop and think about it.

“What are you suggesting?” She asked, brushing her fingers along his cheek, a smear of blood following.

“Stay with us,” he breathed, blue eyes locked with hers.

“Darling, I don’t even know your name,” she quipped, never shifting her gaze.

“David,” he said with a slight growl as he felt himself getting lost in her eyes.

“David,” she repeated, voice soft and breathy. Her hand moved to cup his cheek and he leaned into it, nose twitching as he smelled the fresh blood in her wrist. It was sweet, sweeter than any blood he had ever encountered before, and all he wanted to do was sink his fangs into her flesh and get a taste.

Vera heard a sigh and finally took her eyes off David. The other two were watching, just off to the side, staring hungrily at their leader and the new girl.

“And what about you two?” She asked, hand sliding down to the side of David’s neck to keep him in check. She was confident enough in herself to handle him, but at the same time, he put her on edge. There was no way she was going to let her guard down around him yet.

That was the thing about female vampires, though; they had the uncanny ability to always put on a facade, and Vera was no exception. David made her nervous—they all did, honestly—but she wasn’t about to let them know that.

“Paul,” the tall blonde said quickly, rushing forward as if he would die without her touch. He pressed his nose against her throat, breathing her scent as if he was starving.

“Marko,” the smaller one followed, desperately reaching out to touch her hair.

“Paul,” she purred, earning a growl. “...Marko…”

Another growl.

They acted like they needed her, all three of them, but they were behaving themselves. She had no doubt that if she gave them the go ahead, she would be naked within seconds, but for the moment, they were listening to her. She had never experienced something like this before; usually, other vampires ignored her, or threatened her until she left their territory. These boys seemed to adore her, and she had to admit, she liked it.

“Paul, Marko,” David said roughly. “Clean up so we can go home.”

With a groan, the younger two did as they were told, dragging Surf Nazi corpses into the ocean before wiping their hands and faces clean.

“You’re their leader,” Vera said, more as an observation than anything else. “Are you their sire?”

David smirked as he helped her to her feet. “Depends on how you look at it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “There’s only one way to look at that, David.”

He melted when she said his name, leaning in to catch another whiff of her scent. It was sweet, like honey, sticky and sick, and all he wanted was to drown in it. “What have you done to me, Vera?”

She smiled and took his hand, raising it to lick blood off of his fingers. “Nothing on purpose, I promise.”

“Whatever it is, I don’t mind,” Paul suddenly grabbed her from behind, arms snaking around her waist as he buried his nose in her black hair, inhaling deeply and letting out a happy sigh. The feeling of her there in his arms, pressed up against him, was enough to make his fangs slide out again, and he couldn’t help but swipe his tongue up the side of her neck.

David snarled, snapping only inches from his brother’s face. “Behave.”

“You say as if you are,” Vera snorted, giving David a gentle push and easing her way out of Paul’s grip. “But you boys are all very sweet. I don’t mind the attention.”

“Oh, you have our attention, sweets,” Paul whistled as she turned and bent over to wash her face and hands at the water’s edge, giving them all a good view of her ass. A low rumble rose in David’s throat as he appreciated the sight, and Marko echoed it.

“So greedy,” Vera mocked as she straightened up again. “Are you this nice to every bloodsucker that hangs out on your boardwalk, or is it just me?”

“Just you, that’s for sure,” Marko said, almost cackling.

“The others aren’t so delicious,” Paul cooed with that signature laugh.

“Oh, aren’t you a charmer?” Vera said, walking back to them. Now that her arms and legs were clean of blood, they could see that she was covered in tattoos, and David wondered if she had them as a human before she was turned, or if she had found some way to make the ink stay in her regenerative skin.

Paul gave her a cocky grin and David rolled his eyes. His brother was such a flirtatious bastard. He was a lady killer, literally, even more than David was, but Vera didn’t seem to mind his advances. She seemed comfortable with Paul, taking it all in stride.

It made David just the tiniest bit jealous.

“Come with us.” He said it more as an order than an offer, extending his hand out to her.

“Unless you got somewhere better to go,” Marko joked.

“And there ain’t nowhere better,” Paul snickered.

“There aren’t too many places to hide from the sun on a boardwalk,” Vera snorted. She was finally coming down from her high, the thrill of the hunt fading again and giving way to her less monstrous personality. “I was going to have to find a good spot anyways…”

Now that she wasn’t operating solely on instinct, she could take a moment and think about her situation. Three male vampires, none of whom had tried to kill her for stealing prey in their territory, seemed to be absolutely obsessed with everything about her and wanted her to go home with them. One had even kissed her and she had kissed him back, because it had felt so right. She allowed them to touch her, to taste her skin, to share her meal. They were stronger than her, and they outnumbered her, but she still felt like she was...in charge?

David, the definite leader of the little pack, was looking at her hopefully. His face was stony, but she could see excitement in his blue eyes, and when she smiled, there was a spark of something in those irises.

“Just don’t kill me in my sleep,” Vera joked as David took her hand and began leading her back up to the boardwalk.

“No promises,” Marko leered as they followed.

“You look good enough to eat, babe,” Paul growled playfully, lunging forward to cop a feel of her ass.

Vera only laughed, but David snarled dangerously at his brother, moving his arm to Vera’s shoulders and pulling her against his side.

“Relax, you big angry beast,” Vera said with a grin, raising her hand to his chin and giving a teasing scratch.

David huffed and Marko hooted with laughter. “Damn, she’s way more fun than you, David!”

“I dig this chick,” Paul snickered.

“You better share her,” Marko whined.

David smirked as they climbed the stairs back up to the boardwalk. Could he manage that? He only ever shared things with his brothers, but even then, he was terrible at it. Vera had some kind of magnetic pull on him, yeah, and his mouth watered at the thought of keeping her around, but Marko and Paul were both obviously into her...and she was into them.

She was into all of them.

He needed to talk to Max. He honestly hated having to ask his sire for help or advice, and he avoided it whenever he could. Max had never been very nurturing, despite wanting everyone to act like a big family. It worked out for the boys, sure, but Max was…not a great father. A patriarch, yes, always seated at the head of the metaphorical table, but he was cruel and cold towards David, and he had been from the very start. He thought they all needed a stern hand to keep them in check, and David didn’t like that.

Still, Max let them run free, and he knew more than David did about their own kind. He was helpful, sometimes, in his own way, and his son was going to have to defer to him. He had questions about Vera, about the pull he felt toward her, and Max was the only one with the answers.

As they returned to the boardwalk and joined the crowd of humans, Vera was pleased to see that the sea of people parted for the boys. They stepped aside, glancing with mixtures of emotions at the little pack. Girls looked dreamy, parents grabbed their children, Surf Nazis raised their lips in sneers. Was it because of their reputation, or did the humans somehow know that they should be afraid of the predators that stalked Santa Carla? She hoped it was both. She hoped that these boys were wild and rowdy enough to rule this boardwalk, and she hoped that they liked her enough to keep her around.

She glanced up at the sky, a few stars twinkling despite the light pollution from the city. For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t itching to hop on a bus or hitch hike to the next town. For once in her life, Something was occupying her mind, and the wanderlust was giving way to another, completely foreign feeling. The ache in her chest was gone, but it was replaced by a strange, burning, almost longing that she had never felt before. It was almost similar to the emotions she experienced during bloodlust, but she was in control of herself. Her fangs weren’t poking through, her eyes weren’t shining...she was happy and her hunger was sated, so where was this coming from?

She was still avoiding the one train of thought that would bring her to the right conclusion. It was just too much to consider, especially with everything happening so quickly all of the sudden.

They came to a halt when they reached their bikes, Dwayne already back from dropping Laddie off. From the looks of it, he had grabbed a bite on the way, jeans stained with fresh blood that the humans would just assume was from a fight.

Vera stopped. There was another male here? She was finding it hard to believe that she had stumbled across a pack of four males without any females, but she couldn’t smell much in the way of estrogen on them. It was just odd; vampires didn’t usually live in bachelor groups like these, but she supposed it wasn’t entirely unheard of. It was just strange that they hadn’t found any girls they wanted to keep around for all eternity.

Most people got lonely eventually. Maybe these four were all actually lovers...but she hadn’t seen any marks that would mean they were claimed, and she hadn’t smelled or sensed anything that would lead her to believe that they were serious.

Odd.

The one leaning against the bike was tall, long dark hair falling around his shoulders and a curious, but serious, expression on his handsome face. She felt frozen under his gaze, uncharacteristically nervous, like a deer in the headlights. It was like he could see right through her, and she didn’t know if she liked that or not.

“Dwayne, this is Vera,” David said as he tugged her along. She found a way to make her legs work again and followed, letting a smile curl its way onto her lips when Dwayne bowed his head to her.

“And she’s tough,” Marko said, bouncing over to his bike.

“And she’s gorgeous,” Paul took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss as he passed her.

“I can see that,” Dwayne said, his voice deep and smooth, a seductive smile on his lips.

David narrowed his eyes, but tried to hide the movement with a smirk. “Keep an eye on her. I’m going to visit Max.”

“Oh, I’ll keep both eyes on her,” Paul winked as he beckoned for her to sit behind him on his motorcycle.

David rolled his eyes, desperately trying to not make a scene. “Control yourself. I’ll be back.”

He pressed a kiss to Vera’s head, inhaling deeply before leaving her side and stalking off down the boardwalk. He could already feel his sire tugging questioningly at his consciousness, curious as to why David was so eager to speak to him. His son had always been good at blocking him out, keeping his mind locked down unless he needed something or there was trouble that called for Max’s attention. The others were more open, but Max didn’t have as strong a link with them, and while David was supposed to be his prodigal son, he was so...secretive. Private. Closed off. For him to be willingly heading to the VideoMax store for anything other than annoying him or hitting on Maria out of boredom, something very important had to be going on, and Max was beyond itching to know what it could be.

“Who’s Max?” Vera asked, joining Paul to perch on the back of his bike.

“David’s sire,” Marko answered.

“A grouchy old bloodsucker,” Paul grinned.

“He runs the video store. He hates it when we crash.” Marko laughed.

“But...that cashier is pretty cute,” Paul said, thinking of Maria. “I’d love for a bite of—”

He was cut off by the breath leaving his body when Vera wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back.

Marko hooted with laughter at his brother’s reaction and Dwayne let out a chuckle. Paul was absolutely speechless, and Vera wasn’t even making skin on skin contact with him.

Until she felt him tense, smirked against his back, and slid her hands under his mesh shirt.

If Paul could blush, he would have. He would have been a shade past tomato red. The feeling of her fingers running over his abs was all he could focus on for a moment, and all he wanted was to kiss her again, feel her again, maybe get a little tongue action...

“You’re supposed to behave yourself, Paul,” Marko taunted as he caught a whiff of the lust in the air and felt his brother’s excited thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah,” Paul snarled. “I don’t need this shit from you.”

“I’m just repeating what David said,” Marko said defensively. “You’re the one who can’t keep it in his pants.”

“Well, aren’t you just the perfect little angel?” Paul shot back. “I’m the one with a goddess on his bike, might I remind you.”

Marko scoffed, lip raised in a nasty little snarl. “Not for long, Paul!”

Vera smiled as they bickered. Paul’s arousal hung in the air, but she didn’t mind; in fact, she liked it, and she hugged her arms around him tighter as he squabbled with Marko. She was eager to get back to wherever it was that they called home, and she was eager to sleep surrounded by them and feel truly safe for once. She was used to being alone, and she wasn’t scared of it, but she was always on edge, always ready to run or fight. It made her a light sleeper, and the concept of not having to worry was more tantalizing than any of these boys were on their own.

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[Image Description: a flat colored drawing of a variety of characters surrounding a table, all labeled. Spider-man is crouched looking at the table with a hand on his chin. Chat Noir stands next to him, leaning his chin and hands on his baton with a smile. Skyward Sword Link (in his starting outfit) is on his knees, looking at the Master Sword on the table. Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask Kid Link is standing next to him, looking curiously skeptic. Behind them is a white My Little Pony Alicorn OC- Ora Vez. Next to the Links, is an OC, Alex Pine, in a green tunic with very long swooping bangs. He has a rapier on the table in front of him. Behind him stands an OC named Amy Loveton, with red hair in a ponytail and large orange and yellow wings, wearing a red dress, looking curious. Next to them is an OC John Immer, who is ducking from Roman Sanders swinging a sword over his head. John has short red hair, wearing a white collared overshirt and a blue t-shirt, a blue aura of magic in one hand. In front of John and Roman is After the Fall’s Devin, with a sword hilt in front of them, and Kelley, who is looking up at Roman. Aang lies on the table in front of the group, propping his head up. Solasan Lae, a Aasmair DnD character, holds a viol bow in one hand, grinning at the group. He has gold-highlighted curly red hair in a bun, and wears a blue and purple tunic. End ID]

Blorbo Collection! (as inspired by this post) It seems I have a three types and apparently it’s ‘has a sword-like weapon’, ‘happy go lucky & charismatic (who’s hiding significant emotional turmoil)’ or ‘dry, suspicious of everyone “loner”’ Usually the sword-wielder is also one of the other two.

#Yea there's two Links what about it #no I'm not gonna tag any of these fandoms #fanart's fanart #ocs #me: what do I draw all my blorbos of blorbo history doing? 5 seconds later realizing at least half of them have swords: compare swords ofc #Solas is holding a sword fyi.... the bow is a sword. and he has a sun sword too #actually Solas has like 4 swords.#whoops

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jeyramarie · 3 years ago

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Spy games- Pogues x OC

summary: friendships are put to the test when trust is the only thing they lack.

wc: 3,623

a/n: here it is! things get a bit intense from here on out so stay tuned. if you wanna tagged you can ask @halsmultibitch or me!! happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~

Previously on Good Life..

“Do you see anything?” he asked, suddenly hearing the boys laugh in cheer.

“It’s the Royal Merchant!” John B shouted in victory as he saw the wreckage on the screen feeling as if his father was standing right there with him.

“It’s not there. Just..just pull the drone up.” John B said feeling disappointed when they didn’t see any gold after looking for some time.

“We can go again.” Fallon told him as she moved her hair from her face.

“Yeah, we can recharge the battery and go back down.” Pope said as he turned to John B while also dealing with the drone.

“We’ve done it three time. There’s nothing there!” JJ shouted, immediately receiving a slap on the arm from Lani.

“Shut up!” Kie yelled at the blonde making him turn to her.

“What? It’s true.”

“Seriously, JJ?” the kook asked, giving him a disappointed look.

“If it was there, it would’ve been found on the metal detector. Someone beat us to it.” the shaggy haired pogue said sadly as he sat down and pulled his hood up, blocking himself from the situation.

“Or it was never there.” The blonde muttered as he began to sail back to the Chateau.

The next day, Fallon spent it with JJ while he practiced with the gun. Luke was gone which gave her the clear on going to the blonde’s house. They were currently in the backyard, Fallon ranting as usual as JJ got his gun ready.

“She was all over you on the boat and you’re just gonna ignore it?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“She wasn’t over me, Fal. What’s up with you? Why are you so jealous?”

“Pfft, I'm not jealous, I just think it’s ridiculous.” she scoffed as the blonde finally turned to her in question.

“I’m not jealous!”

“Fine, fine. You’re not… if you say so.” JJ lifted his hands in surrender before turning back to his gun. Fallon was about to answer when the blonde started shooting his gun at a teddy bear perched on a log. After a few minutes, Pope came by and started screaming at JJ. The blonde couldn’t hear due to the headphones he had on which made Fallon stand up and tap him on the shoulder.

“JJ! They know.” the pogue shouted as the blonde took off the head piece.

“What?”

“They know.”

“Wait, wait. Who’s they and what do they know?” Fallon asked, looking at the boys in confusion.

“Just chill bro, all right?” JJ said as he walked towards Pope, placing his hand on his shoulders. Leaving the caramel haired pogue completely ignored.

“They don’t know shit, okay?”

“Topper knows I sunk the boat.” the pogue muttered not wanting Fallon to hear.

“How do you know they know?”

“What did you guys do?” the pogue finally asked with her arms crossed over her chest as the boys stared at her. They looked at each other and Pope nodded which caused JJ to look at the floor and sighed.

“Fine, tell her.” the blonde said annoyingly as he turned to walk towards the bench that was close to the house.

“Rafe and Topper jumped me while I was delivering on Figure 8 and well… then I kind of sunk Topper’s boat.” Pope rambled as Fallon stared at him in disbelief.

“Rafe? h-he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t have done that.” she laughed dryly as her fingers ran through her hair.

“Yes, Rafe. Wh- you don’t believe me or what?” the curly haired pogue asked, looking back and forth between Fallon and JJ who was walking back toward them.

“Are you defending Rafe right now?” the blonde asked angrily with his eyebrows furrowed as he stood in front of Fallon.

“I just don’t believe he would do something like that.”

“Why?”

“Yeah, Rafe's a horrible person.” Pope stated putting his hands in his pockets.

“No, he’s not.”

“Oh, he’s not?” JJ asked bitterly.

“No.”

“Why are you defending him so much?” the blonde asked, feeling anger course through his body as Fallon felt more and more annoyed.

“Because he has never been mean to me. Not once!”

“He’s probably only nice to you cause he likes to stare at your tits.”

“Oh really?” she laughed dryly as she crossed her arms.

“Yes, really. You don’t even believe Pope when he tells you Rafe fucking hit him in the face with golf club. How can you just- Are you two fucking or something? Is that it?” JJ said angrily immediately feeling a sting on his left cheek. Fallon had slapped him with every bit of anger in her.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that.” she said with gritted teeth and walked away to her car. She quickly drove away, still having the conversation fresh in her head. All Fallon thought about was wanting to go home, far away from the blonde pogue who had captured her heart like no other. That same night was the annual movie night that was held in the OBX. A lot of people go, especially kids. This year, Kie invited her to go with boys and Lani but after that argument, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m so glad that they’re still doing this. You know? Aren’t you glad I made you come?” Kie smiled walking towards an empty area followed by JJ, Pope and Lani.

“Ecstatic.” Pope said dryly, rolling his eyes making Lani chuckle.

“My couch was pretty comfy. I’ll be honest.” JJ said annoyingly at Kie watching her place the beach chair and cooler on the ground.

“I have no opinion yet but for now, i’m liking it.” Lani smiled sitting on her blanket that was placed kneetly on the floor.

“We’re out in the green zone, man.” Pope muttered as he opened his beach chair next to Kie’s.

“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ said, trying to get the pogue to calm down.

“What are you guys blabbering about?” Lani chuckled as she looked at the boys whose eyes widened thinking the kook had heard them.

“Nothing.. nothing.” The blonde shook his head and sat down, followed by Pope who was suspiciously looking around.

“Hey, I'm gonna go get some drinks. Does anyone want anything?” Kie asked as she rummaged through her wallet to take out the money. The boys shook their heads and Lani told her what she wanted, making her mutter an ‘okay’ making her way to the food stand. A few minutes later she came strutting back, turning her head to look behind her.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, ’Tell your boy that we know what he did.’” She said as she handed Lani her drink and sat down.

“What does he mean?” The kook asked, turning to the boys who were looking all around them desperately.

“Where is he?”

“Right there.” Kie said pointing towards the back where Topper, Kelce and Rafe were at.

“Great, the whole death squad.”

“Don’t look, bro.” JJ said, turning his head harshly as they huddled up to start muttering.

“Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I’m coming out swinging, okay? Slicin’ and dicin’, I'm on edge, right now.” The girls stared at each other and looked back at the boys who were muttering something about a school of fish.

“If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He said holding up his backpack to let Pope know that he was protected.

“JJ? honey? yeah, umm. What’s in the backpack?” Lani asked, pointing at it as she looked at the pogue in question. She turned her head to Kie who returned the questionable stare.

“I’m sorry, JJ. Please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there’s kids.” Kie scolded, staring at the blonde with wide eyes.

“Kie, I didn’t bring a gun. Everything’s fine, okay?”

“Wow, that’s really convincing. I love that, JJ.” The pogue said sarcastically as Lani turned to sit straight.

“I’m never leaving you alone with my children.” she muttered, making Kiara chuckle as she sipped her drink.

“Guys, founding principal. No secret among pogues. What was Rafe talking about?” Kie asked leaning forward not letting go of the conversation.

“Girls, it might go down tonight.” JJ said, leaning forward closer to the girls. Lani lowered her sunglasses to look at the pogue in confusion and then turned to Kie asking for an explanation.

“What did you guys do?” The kook asked the blonde, making him turn to Pope and grab his shoulder.

“Deny, deny, deny.” he muttered and turned back to the big screen ignoring the girls’ questionable faces. After 30 minutes since the movie started, the boys stood up making Lani look at them immediately.

“Where are you guys going?” She whispered as Pope turned to her.

“We’re gonna wring it out.” he whispered back, making Kie look up from her popcorn.

“You’re gonna hold it for each other?” the pogues whispered, catching the kook off guard causing her to snort as she drank her soda. A few minutes went by when Rafe and his guys walked behind the screen where Pope and JJ had run off to. Lani saw this and slapped Kie’s leg.

“We should go check on the boys. Something’s probably wrong.” she whispered, making Kie look at the side of the screen to see Topper walk through it. The pogue nodded her head and quickly stood up as Lani leaned over to grab JJ’s backpack. They walked around the screen and gasped at what they saw. Kelce was holding on to JJ’s arms as Topper continued to punch his abdomen. A few feet away stood Rafe with his arm around Pope’s neck making him choke.

“Get off of him!” Kie shouted as she ran and threw herself on Rafe’s back making him let go of Pope. The pogue fell to the ground and started coughing harshly. Lani let go of the backpack and ran towards Topper, punching him in the back. The kook turned around and towered over Lani making her take a few steps back.

“Oh look who’s here protecting her little boyfriend.” Topper siad with an evil smirk as he kept moving towards Lani who stepped back in fear. JJ somehow got out of Kelce’s grasp and ran to stand between Topper and Lani.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” The blonde said with gritted teeth as he pressed a finger to Toper’s chest, making him stop.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do?” The kook dared as Kelce silently walked behind Lani to wrap his arms around her. She let out a loud scream making JJ turn to her as Topper took the opportunity to hit his head causing the pogue to fall. Suddenly, Lani got pushed to the ground along with Kie. They both lifted their heads and groaned making sure both of them were okay.

“Lani, the bag.” Kie whispered and pointed to JJ’s backpack that was right next to the kook. She quickly started rummaging through it as the pogue left to help the boys. Her hand touched a cold metal making her look into the bag, thinking it was the gun but instead it was JJ’s lighter. The same lighter he carried around everywhere. Lani crawled towards the corner of the movie screen and lit the lighter, puting it close to the white cloth. The fire started to spread across the cloth, the movie still playing, as everyone gasped and screamed while they ran away. The kooks saw the flames and let go of the pogue boys quickly making a run for it.

“Pope, you okay?” Kie asked him as she kneeled next to him, helping him sit up. He shook his head and groaned, holding onto his side, feeling his ribs scream at him.

“Why would you do that, Lani?” JJ asked loudly as he stood up, starting to limp towards the kook who stared at the flames in fear while clutching the backpack tightly.

“I was trying to help, they were hurting you. I didn’t know what else to do.” she said nervously as JJ got closer, yanking the backpack off her hands.

“You could’ve gotten hurt, Lani.”

“I’m sorry, I just- I- sorry.” she stuttered as her hands started to shake with anxiety. JJ grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him for a hug. It was quickly interrupted when Kie walked towards them as she helped Pope stand up straight.

“Guys, we have to go before the cops get here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” Lani sniffled, grabbing JJ’s arm. They all quickly made it to Kie’s car and started to make their way home. The boys were dropped off first with strict instruction from Lani on how to treat the pain and bruises. On the way back to their houses, Kie and Lani stayed in silence for a bit, listening to Marley.

“I hope next year’s movie night is better.” The kook said, turning her head to the pogue whose eyes stayed on the road.

“It will. I know it.” Kie chuckled and leaned in to turn up the volume when one of her favorite songs came on.

The next day came around with a bright sun and a warm breeze. The pogues were all working, Lani too, while Fallon slept in since it was her day off. She was going to take the afternoon to look for a midsummer dress for the next day, which was going to take a while. The pogue started getting ready around 4, the same time her friends got out of work but she was still mad at JJ for what happened. Which caused her to not want any interaction with them. Her mom dropped her off and told her to give her a call when she had found THE dress.

At the meantime, the pogues and Lani were hanging out at Heyward’s after their work shifts. They were discussing something stupid JJ had said about the fight that took place the night before while Lani helped stock the paper aisle. None of them noticed, but the police car had just pulled up outside the door, looking for one of the pogues.

“Hey, Pope. Someone here to see you.” Heyward said, breaking the teens' laughter as they all changed their heads towards the door.

“Evening, officer.” Pope nodded at the man respectfully as Shoupe reached behind him, pulling out a piece of paper.

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” He said as he walked towards the counter, pulling out the handcuffs.

“What?” Lani shouted, walking out of the aisle to meet Shoupe in the middle.

“Get out of the way young lady. Hands where I can see ‘em.” He slightly shoved the kook to the side and walked towards Pope who was shaking in fear.

“Woah, Shoupe, what’d he do?” JJ asked, getting off the counter the second he saw his best friend being put in handcuffs.

“Look at the warrant.” he answered dryly as he pushed Pope to start walking outside.

“You’re arresting him?” Kie shouted grabbing the warrant in shock as she watched her friend walk out.

“You’re arresting my boy?” Heyward said, finally finding his voice.

“Why are you doing this? Be careful!” Lani yelled when she saw the sheriff push the pogue harshly. She followed Pope and Shoupe close behind, never giving them space.

“Shoupe, are you listening?” JJ shouted in anger as the pogue got closer to the car. Everyone started shouting at Shoupe about the whole thing, not letting him put Pope in the car which gave the blonde some time to stay back and think.

“It wasn’t him!” JJ screamed out of instinct, making everyone shut up and turn to him.

“It was me. He tried to talk me out of it but I was fucking pissed. Cause those kook assholes from Figure Eight beat him up.” He said pointing down the road as he walked towards Pope.

“I can’t let you take the blame for something I did. You’ve got too much to lose.” The blonde whispered to his best friend who was still in shock from the whole situation.

“JJ? Wh-what are you doing? No..no.” Lani said, walking around Heyward and Kie to stand in front of him. JJ ignored the kook’s sad eyes and stared at Shoupe.

“I’m telling the truth, I swear. Took his oldman’s boat, too.”

“What the hell?” Heyward said, sending the pogue a small death stare. Pope tried to stop him but of course, it didn’t work.

“Shut up, Pope!” Shoupe wanted to confirm what JJ was saying so he asked Pope if it was true, resulting in more shouting towards the blonde. Once the pogue assured JJ “wasn’t lying”, he got released from the cuff.

“JJ, why are you doing this?” Lani asked, pushing her hands onto his chest, trying to look at his eyes but he completely ignored her gaze. Shoupe walked behind JJ and placed the cuffs on him. He pushed the blonde towards the car causing the kook to be on the verge of tears.

On the other side of the island, Fallon was in the store filled with all types of dresses. Some were long and delicate while others were short and puffy. Fallon was never fond of dresses, the only ones she wore were bikini cover ups. She wasn’t fond of bright colors either which meant she was leaning to a darker dress. After what felt like hours, she pulled out a burgundy dress. It was long, with a crossed back, making her eyes sparkle.

As she inspectioned the dress, a car drove in front of the store coming to a stop. The driver lowered the window and stared at the pogue with admiration. He quickly parked the car and walked into the store, looking for her again. After some time, Fallon walked out of the dressing room, sporting the dress. She felt someone staring at her and turned her head to see the boy she least expected.

“Rafe? wh-what are you doing here?” She chuckled, walking towards him.

“I saw you while I was driving through. Just wanted to come see you… Hope that’s not weird.” He said starting to get nervous. Fallon blushed as her smile grew.

“Well, thank you. That’s really sweet. But now that you’re here, what do you think?” she asked as she walked backwards to twirl for him. He chuckled as she twirled.

“It looks… fantastic. It’s very you.”

“It is? Ugh, I’m glad it looks good. I wasn’t gonna handle my mother tomorrow.” They both laughed and Fallon continued to stare at herself as Rafe looked at her.

“Will you go to midsummers with me?” She quickly turned to him with wide eyes while he continued to stare at his shoes.

“Umm, I- well…. I would love to go with you.” Fallon smiled as he lifted his head with a cute grin. Rafe ran his hand through his hair giving her a full look of his bruised knuckles.

“Oh my god.” she gasped quickly grabbing his hand making Rafe hiss in pain.

“What happened?”

“Um, just trying to fix up my bike.” Rafe stuttered not wanting Fallon to know that he got them from beating the shit out of her friends the night before.

“There’s mechanics for that, you know that right?” she chuckled lightly making him chuckle too, in relief.

“Yeah, I've learned my lesson-”

“You two make a great couple.” the seamstress of the store said, interrupting Rafe as she walked out of her sewing room. They both looked at her and smiled, not really knowing how to answer that.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“Yes, please. Let me get changed and we can go.” Rafe nodded as Fallon ran back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes. She quickly paid for the dress and walked out of the store with Rafe next to her.

He couldn’t believe Fallon agreed to go to midsummer with him. Rafe always thought she had a thing for JJ or someone else that wasn’t him. Which caught him by surprise when she said yes to the invitation.

“So you’re walking in with your parents right?” Fallon asked, breaking the silence as she stared at him and back at the road.

“Yeah, I am. I’m sure you’ll be walking in with me?” He nervously drifted his eyes back and forth between Fallon and the road.

“Of course. You’ll wait for me outside right?”

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled widely and turned back to the road to see that she was almost home. Rafe pulled up on Fallon’s driveway bringing the car to a stop.

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

“Of course, anytime.” They both stared at each other for a while until Rafe got the courage to start leaning in. Fallon didn’t notice but she started to lean in too. They shared a soft kiss as his hand went to her cheek. The kiss got more intense by the second as she grasped his shirt tightly. Rafe’s tongue swept over Fallon’s bottom lip making her gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity. Their tongues battled for domination as the car turned hot with the heat radiating from their bodies. Fallon pulled away with her forehead against his as she caught her breath.

“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road.

good life: @ilovefandoms102 @agardenofbooks @cloverrover

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aghoulishtale · 4 years ago

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To See Him Again

Simon Lewis x Reader // The Mortal Instruments

I finally finished reading the last tmi book and was inspired to write this. If you’ve not read it and don’t want to know what happens don’t read this. If you’ve not read it and don’t plan to I think I’ve given enough that it’ll still make sense. I hope.

Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: none

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It had been over a month since you last saw Simon, when that demon had returned you all to this dimension in exchange for his immortality and memories, and you missed him. Though you knew he was okay, knew that he no longer remembered you, and knew that it would be possibly the most painful thing in the world to have him look at you and have no idea who you are, you couldn’t help yourself from seeking him out. You sat in the corner of Java Jones, your coffee sitting full and cold on the table in front of you as you watched people come and go, waiting to see if the familiar face would be one of them. You weren’t sure whether you actually even wanted him to enter, leaving it up to fate to decide whether you meant to see him.

You had been sitting there for nearly two hours and the barista was starting to get suspicious of you, so you gave in and decided to leave. You weren’t even sure if he still went there anymore, it had just seemed like the most likely place you could naturally run into him. Deflated, you picked up a fresh coffee to go and left the shop, rounding the corner to head back towards the subway. You scanned the faces of passersby with the hope that maybe one of them would be the one you wanted to see and your pulse jumped as you eyes passed over a gangly boy pushing dark hair back off his face, a pair of glasses sliding down his nose. You halted to a stop as he walked past you and swiftly turned to follow him, but as you made to move towards him he looked back, and you were disappointed to see that it wasn’t Simon. Stopping in the middle of the street in New York, it was lucky that no one had run into you yet, but as you once again switched the direction you were walking your luck ran out. The paper cup squished between you and the person you crashed into, sending coffee down the front of both of your coats, and it was lucky you were wearing so many layers preventing the hot liquid from touching your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” // “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” You both exclaimed at the same time. You looked up, blinking in surprise as you were met with a pair of moss green eyes behind square frames.

“Simon!” You accidentally said aloud. His brow creased with confusion as he studied your face, looking for a clue as to how you might know each other.

“You know me?” He asked and your heart sunk. Of course you knew him. You knew him better than anyone else. It was exactly what you had predicted would happen, you shouldn’t have been so surprised, but as the last bit of hope that none of it was true faded, you felt the weight that had been pushing on you the last four weeks get heavier. You had to quickly look away from him, fighting back the tears. You swallowed before you spoke again, hoping he wouldn’t hear the disappointment and heartbreak in your voice.

“We went to middle school together.” You told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t really the whole truth either.

“We did? I would’ve thought I’d recognise you.” You held back a chuckle as you saw the realisation of what he’d implied cross his face. “Because I’m usually really good with faces, not because yours is so special. Not that it’s a bad face, it’s a really good face, you’re really beautiful. Ah, I’m going to stop talking, sorry.” He winced, his face flushed red, reminding you that he was once again a Mundane, no longer a vampire. You didn’t hold back the laugh this time, the shy smile he gave you causing your heart to constrict as you realised exactly how much you missed him. He bit his lip, his eyes trained on the sign in the shop window next to you and you could tell was considering something. “Can I buy you a coffee, to replace that one?” He suddenly asked. You looked down at the brown stain across the front of your coat and the now empty paper cup in your hand, debating whether it was a good idea to go with him. Wasn’t this what you had wanted, to see him and spend time with him? Or maybe it would be too much. You had the confirmation you needed, he definitely didn’t remember you, there was no need to torture youself further.

“Okay, sure.” You decided. He broke out into a grin and you walked together back to the coffee shop. The barista was visibly surprised to see you walk in again, giving you a knowing look as she noticed that you weren’t alone this time and you thought, you have no idea how complicated this actually is. Simon asked for your order, something that he’d not had to do for years, and joined the queue, leaving you to sit in the seat that had been your go to for years. It felt strange to be there now, after everything that happened, without Clary and with a Simon who saw you as a stranger. You glanced over to him, his head quickly turning back to the counter. He had been watching you, and what you wouldn’t give to know what he was thinking.

When he had come back over and taken a seat, neither of you knew what to say. You couldn’t ask any of the questions that you really wanted to. Eventually the conversation got going and for a little while things felt normal again, though you had to ignore the stabs of pain you felt when he told you a story that you should’ve been a part of as though you were never there, or when he asked you a question that he should’ve known the answer to. You nodded along as he told you about his family and friends, pretending like you didn’t already know it all. Though it hurt, it was worth the pain to just be around him again and listen to his voice, and you could tell that, unlike the entire time he was a vampire, he was genuinely happy.

“We actually have a small gig on Friday, you should come, if you want.” He said when the conversation had turned to his band. “And when I say small gig, I mean tiny. Like maybe ten people max. It’s hard to get a following when you constantly change your name I guess. Right now we’re Rodents in Residence but we’re due a change soon and I’m thinking The Mortal Instruments could be cool.” You nearly choked when you heard him say it.

“The what?” You asked, disbelieving that he had actually said. Surely you must’ve imagined it.

“The Mortal Instruments.” He repeated. “I heard it somewhere, can’t remember where, but I like it.” This was it, this was the sign you needed to prove that those memories were still in there. There was still hope that this could all be reversed, you had to tell Magnus. “So, will you come?” He looked at you with hope, like any normal teenage boy asking someone out, unaware of the magnitude of what he had just said.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Great. I’ll see you Friday then.”

“Yeah, see you then.” He was smiling as he got up and left, leaving you in a state of shock. In your haste to go tell someone, anyone, what you had just learned, you almost didn’t notice the band flyer he’d left on the table for you, his number scrawled on the bottom. You didn’t need it, his number already saved into your phone and engraved into your memory, but you took the flyer anyway, carefully folding it and sliding it into your pocket as you got up and left, ready to start planning how to get your boyfriend back for real.

Taglist: @bisexualnathanyoung @misskittysmagicportal @nightingale-rose @forenschik @love-is-dirty-baby @slutforrobbiebro @super-unpredictable98 @firstpersonnarrator

#simon lewis #simon lewis x reader #the mortal instruments #Robert Sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #oc; emrys garroway #my writing #one day I’ll write something happy for these two

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official-weasley · 3 years ago

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Neither - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: pure family fluff

Word count: 3,693

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

A/N: I just want to say a few words about the baby talk. I have done some research about how to properly write it and the letter R is usually pronounced as W but with some words, it looked weird and when I was reading it I got confused. So all of Aoede's Rs are replaced with Ls instead because I find it more readable, no offense to any babies out there! 💙

Nova

“You know sometimes I am really happy we are wizards so we can use spells like the Silencing Charm,” Charlie said, panting and giggling, laying next to me.

“Are you calling me loud?” I smirked.

“You weren't exactly quiet, love.” He winked at me and bit my lip. “Not that I mind.” He added seductively.

“It's your fault I was screaming from pleasure.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him making him laugh.

“Oh, unlock the door in case Aoede wakes up. We don't want her questioning why we lock ourselves in the bedroom.” I unglued our lips after we started making out again as if we were 17.

“Alohamora.” Charlie waved his wand at the door before returning to my lips.

“You know, speaking of spells...” I raised my eyebrows at Charlie's grin and scarlet cheeks.

I knew that look – he had an idea for which he wasn't sure how I would react or what I would have to say about it.

“Yes?” I asked slowly.

“Aoede is going to be 3 in a few weeks and we have been doing great with her and our life is back to normal...” He was avoiding my gaze, making a heart shape with his index finger on my shoulder.

“Mhm.” I hummed.

“How about we stop using the Protection spell?” He mumbled so fast as if I would scold him for his words.

“You mean start trying for another baby?” I lifted his chin for him to finally lock eyes with mine.

“May...be.” Charlie made puppy eyes and scratched the back of his head.

“Are you going to carry this one for 9 months?” I laughed wholeheartedly.

“You know I would if I could, love.” Charlie's cheeks turned a deeper red.

“You know what...” I said slowly, pretending to think about it, tapping my chin with my finger.

I loved messing with him and stalling every time he asked me about something he was nervous to see how I would react.

“I quite like that idea.” I bestowed him with the biggest grin and kissed him tenderly.

“Really?” Charlie sighed in relief. “I thought you would say it's too soon or that you don't want any more children with the amount of morning sickness you had with Aoede.”

“If we would have another child like Aoede is, I would endure the morning sickness for the whole 9 months if need be. She is adorable and such an angel.” I pressed my lips against his again. “And, truth be told, I have been thinking the same. I think we're ready.”

“You do?” Charlie's eyes sparkled as they usually do when Andrei tells him he has the baby dragon shift.

“I do and I think Aoede will be a great big sister.” I smiled.

“She's going to be the best.” Charlie nodded in agreement.

“Can I ask you why you were so nervous asking me this?” I made him lay down and rested my head on his chest.

“I feel like myself again. We are both working again. Aoede is such a sweetheart and every time we play with her and have so much fun and I watch you two giggle it just fills my heart with so much joy and warmth and I guess that the wish to make our family bigger came back.” He smiled sheepishly.

“And you thought I don't feel the same?”

“I guess so.” Charlie shrugged. “I know you wanted more kids before everything that went down last year but we haven't talked about it since Aoede was born and I didn't know if you still felt the same with you already having to take care and be part of Teddy's life.”

“Just because Teddy is here once or twice per week and just because we lost friends and family, doesn't mean I don't want to have more children with you.” I tilted my head to look up at Charlie and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.

“So can we say we are trying to get pregnant again?” Charlie was shaking from excitement.

“Again?” I teased.

“Okay, Aoede wasn't exactly planned but we were pregnant before, that's what I meant.” He playfully rolled his eyes at me.

“I know what you meant, Charles. I just love messing with you when you are nervous around me for no reason.” I chuckled.

“Hey, you can be intimidating!” Charlie tried defending himself.

“Intimidating?” I gasped dramatically. “Should I remind you how long we have been best friends and how long I am your wife for?”

“I know.” He brushed his nose against mine. “I just really want this so I got silly for a second.”

“I know, Char. It's cute how much you blushed.” I caressed his cheek with the back of my fingers.

“Oh, shut it. I'm manly.” Charlie frowned and flexed his muscles.

“Sure you are.” I patted him on the head. “Especially since Aoede was born. You definitely didn't go all soft and mushy.”

“Never.” Charlie lifted his chin proudly. “I'm a real tough guy!”

“Of course.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “It's very tough-guy of you when you let Aoede paint your nails.” I giggled.

“Okay,” Charlie rolled his eyes, “maybe I'm a bit soft with her. I just can't say no to her big blue puppy eyes.”

“You mean these eyes?” I made the exact same expression Aoede always makes when she wants something from Charlie.

The more she grows the more she looks like me and apparently she got her expressions after me as well. She learned how to persuade Charlie to let her paint his nails and makes 5 ponytails on his head and makes him go to work like that. And I don't want to point any fingers but I think she saw how I make puppy eyes at Charlie when I want something sweet and he has to go to the store so I think...I think she got it from me.

“Stop it, love! Unfair!” Charlie pouted. “What do you want?”

“Well I was just playing around but since you gave in to it, how about you make the sandwiches for our trip?” I giggled.

“Okay,” Charlie sighed, “but you pack our things.”

“Already did that yesterday when you were giving Aoede a bath.”

Ever since the war has ended and it's safe to travel around again and Aoede started to show interest to go outside more, we have been going on a trip every weekend. Charlie managed to convince Andrei to only work during the week so he can spend the weekend with us and now we go on adventures, as Aoede likes to call them, every week.

She is not old enough that we could apparate somewhere so we have been mostly going for hikes around our village and the Sanctuary.

Last month we visited the Sanctuary with Aoede for the first time. Charlie was beyond excited to show our daughter all the dragons he is working with. After all of our friends and co-workers stopped cooing at her and telling us how adorable and cute she is, Charlie picked her up and we started to walk around.

He showed her all the habitats and took her to the Nursery to see the baby dragons and we were even lucky enough to observe a dragon being hatched but it was soon evident that Aoede didn't inherit Charlie's obsession and love for dragons.

The trees and the boulders in the Sanctuary were more interesting to her and even though Charlie tried hard to hide that he was a bit hurt, I knew that this meant a lot to him. So that night when we came home and we put Aoede to sleep, I tried cheering him up by telling him that Aoede is still too young to appreciate how amazing dragons are and that she'll come around, even though I wasn't so sure she would because she didn't play with the dragon plushie Charlie bought her once but she loves going through my art supplies.

“Of course, you did.” Charlie ran a hand across his face, pretending to be annoyed that he has to make sandwiches even though I know he doesn't mind at all and he makes such good ones.

After a few minutes of us just giggling like two idiots, he leaned over me a bit, supporting his head with his arm, and started gently caressing my thigh, with a smug expression on his face.

“You want to go again?” I sent him a wink.

“You said you want to have another baby.” He smirked.

“Oh, you want to start working on that straight away, do you?” I chuckled.

“Why waste any time?” He whispered in my ear seductively.

“What if Aoede wakes up?” I tried staying focused as he started biting my neck.

“I checked the time. It's not even seven. She won't be up for at least half an hour if not more.” Charlie extended his arm to reach for his wand on the nightstand.

“Colloportus.” He mumbled and went back to my neck.

“Charles,” I blushed, “you are on fire today.”

“Always for you, love.”

—

“Uh, Charlie?” I scratched my cheek, looking at the calendar.

“Yes, love?” He lifted his head, careful not to move as Aoede was drawing all over his right arm.

“I think we have to make a trip to the drug store.” I was thinking of ways to talk to him not to make Aoede suspicious or say anything we shouldn't in front of her.

“The drug store? Why for?” Charlie asked confused.

“Well, uhm, how to say this...” I narrowed my eyes and bit my lip. “Do you remember that conversation we had in our bedroom a few weeks before Aoede's birthday?”

“Mum, my bilthday was a month ago,” Aoede said absentmindedly without knowing what we were talking about.

“I know, sweetheart.” I couldn't help but playfully shake my head looking at her.

Her tongue was sticking out and her brows were furrowed in concentration as she was deciding which color to use for the unicorn's mane.

“We have a lot of conversations, love.” Charlie was still puzzled about what I was trying to say.

“Yes, but one morning we had a very specific,” I tried putting as much emphasis on the word as I possibly could, “conversation about something to do with our future and then we...ugh...hugged a lot.”

“Hugged a lot?” Charlie blinked at me twice before his eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. I remember that conversation. What about it?”

“Think about it, Charles. Connect the conversation with the drug store.” I found the whole situation too amusing not to chuckle.

“Oh,” the skin behind Charlie's freckles turned red at once, “you're late?”

“Mum's late? To whele? She's still in hel pajamas.” Aoede looked in my direction for the first time since we started this conversation.

I just nodded at Charlie who was staring at me – excitedly waiting for my answer – trying to forget what Aoede asked us because I didn't know how to explain it to her.

“Okay, time to go to the drug store!” Charlie exclaimed, ignoring Aoede's question too.

“Dad, you moved!” Aoede frowned. “Now look what you made me do!” Aoede pointed at the drawing on Charlie's arm.

From what I could see, she colored outside the line, due to Charlie moving his arm.

“I'm so sorry, Pumpkin. I will be still I promise. Can we fix it somehow?” Charlie pressed his lips together, looking down at what Aoede was doing.

“I don't know,” Aoede sighed, “mum, what do you think?”

I made my way to the living room and sat on the floor next to her and Charlie.

“How about we do this?” I picked up the color Aoede used to outline the mane and made it bigger.

“Yeah, let's just pretend that I'm a canvas,” Charlie said sarcastically as we both started drawing on his arm.

“Shh, dad. We have to focus.” Aoede lifted her right hand – her drawing with her left – and tried putting it over Charlie's mouth to make him stop talking.

“You two are too adorable.” I looked up at Charlie as he said that after a few minutes of silence.

“What?” I felt my cheeks burning when I saw the love and admiration with which he was looking at me and our daughter.

“You both had your tongue out when you were drawing.” Charlie giggled, nodding to Aoede who wasn't finished yet, her tongue still outside.

“Oh, yes. This looks so much bettel! Thank you, mum!” Aoede hugged me, warming up my soul as every time she did that.

“Okay, can we go to the drug store now?” Charlie asked impatiently.

“Do we all have to go?” Aoede didn't look nearly as excited as Charlie.

“Okay, you stay here with mum and I'll go.” Charlie gently pulled his arm away, not knowing if Aoede was done.

“Can I dlaw on youl alm then, mum?” Aoede turned to me, the biggest pleading grin on her face.

“I don't have a choice, do I?” I chuckled.

“No, you do not.” Charlie and Aoede said together.

“Okay, so what are we drawing?” I asked my daughter when Charlie closed the door behind him.

“A unicoln, of coulse.” Aoede said as if I was supposed to know that already.

“But wasn't the unicorn on dad's arm enough?” I giggled.

“Mum,” Aoede looked from her pencils at me, “thele is nevel enough unicolns.”

“That's true. I simply don't know what I was thinking.”

“Okay, I got it!” Charlie said the second he came back.

“Got what?” Aoede asked without lifting her head, focused on her masterpiece on my arm.

“A muffin for you.” Charlie lifted one of the bags he brought back.

“You went out to get me a muffin?” Aoede gasped and jumped up, completely forgetting about her drawing.

If there was anything she loved more than doodling was muffins and cookies.

“Well, I had to make up for the fact that I almost ruined your unicorn.” Charlie motioned for me to stand up too and get the other bag.

“Okay, apology accepted, dad.” Aoede snatched the bag from Charlie and hurried to the kitchen.

“What do we say?” Charlie lifted his eyebrows at her, as she bit into the muffin.

“Phank you.” She said with her mouth full, which was my queue to go to the bathroom.

“Can I come in?” Charlie knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yes.”

“So? Did you get the result yet?” Charlie couldn't hide his excitement.

“I did.” I tried keeping a straight face.

“And?” He wanted to peek at the pregnancy test but I quickly hid it behind my back.

“We're going to have another baby!” I tried whispering as much as I possibly could, not knowing where Aoede was.

“You're not joking? You're pregnant?” Charlie teared up at once.

“I'm pregnant.” I nodded and took a step closer to him so I could hug him.

“You have no idea how happy you are making me.” Charlie sniffed, mumbling into my hair.

“I think I have some idea.” I giggled and tightened our embrace.

“I have just realized that we have to tell Aoede.” Charlie gently pushed away after we stood embraced in the middle of the bathroom for 5 minutes.

“Do you think she would want a brother or a sister more?” I giggled. “Let's find out.” Charlie grabbed my hand and guided me out of the bathroom.

“Pumpkin, can we disturb you for a second?” Charlie said gently, sitting with me on the sofa and gesturing to Aoede to join us.

Aoede walked to us and let Charlie pick her up and place her in his lap.

“So,” Charlie cleared his throat, “mum and I have a question for you.”

“Am I in tlouble?”

“No, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong.” I brushed my fingers through her dark red hair.

“We were just wondering what would you like more a brother or a sister?” Charlie asked.

“What does that mean?” Aoede questioned. “Well, you know aunt Ginny?” I started to explain.

“I love aunt Ginny!” Aoede clapped her hands.

“Yes, so aunt Ginny is your dad's sister.” I continued.

“And all your uncles...”

“Uncle Bill and uncle Pelcy and uncle LonLon and uncle Geogie and uncle Fled...”

Charlie flinched when Aoede said Fred's name. George came to visit us often ever since Charlie first invited him to stay with us last Summer. Aoede always questioned why he came alone and why her uncle Fred was never with him so George knowing Aoede is too young to understand said that uncle Fred is on a special adventure.

“Yes, all those wonderful uncles of yours are your dad's brothers.” I finished.

“Oh.” Aoede narrowed her eyes. “So if dad has so many blothels and a sistel, why would you ask me what do I want?”

“Well, if we ought to have another baby would you like a sister or a brother more?” Charlie started to sound nervous.

“Neithel,” Aoede replied with confidence and certainty.

“What do you mean neither?” Charlie failed to understand.

“Dad, you have such a big family why would I need a blothel ol a sistel?”

“Umm,” Charlie scratched the back of his head, turning to me as Aoede obviously left him speechless.

“Well, umm, mummy and daddy want to have another baby,” I mumbled.

“Why?” Aoede tilted her head to the side. “Alen't I enough?”

“Oh, sweetheart, of course, you are. That's not why we want another baby.” I said as quickly as I could, not expecting her to think that she wasn't enough.

“Why then? Did I do something wlong? Ale you going to leplace me?” Aoede was on the verge of tears.

“Dear Merlin, no! Aoede, you are perfect to us.” Charlie found his voice again. “We just want to have a bigger family, for you to have someone to play with.”

“But I don't want that.” Aoede shook her head. “I like to play with you.” She pointed at both of us.

Charlie and I exchanged a look. We did not expect this conversation to turn out as it did. We were both left speechless and our joyful moment in the bathroom was forgotten.

“So, if mummy would have another baby, what would you say to that?” Charlie pressed his lips together, waiting for Aoede to answer.

“Mummy won't have anothel baby so I don't have to say anything.”

Charlie stiffened in his seat and I was sure all color left my face. This didn't go as we hoped at all. I thought Aoede would have a preference – either a brother or a sister – and our biggest worry would have to be to hope that she guessed the gender right, but we didn't know how to deal with this at all.

“It might be a little too late for that,” Charlie said, his voice barely a whisper.

“What do you mean?” Aoede questioned, looking up at her dad.

“Mummy already has a baby in her belly.”

I don't think we were this nervous when we were caught by Snape snogging on the Seventh floor and we had to have a talk with McGonagall and Flitwick about losing 100 points for our Houses.

“But why?” Aoede frowned. “I don't want to shale you with anyone!”

“But you don't mind when Teddy comes to visit.” Charlie tried reasoning with her.

“Yes, but Teddy leaves. The baby would be alound all the time and I don't want that.” Aoede shook her head.

“Sweetheart, we still love you the same. We love you every day more and no matter if we will have another baby, we won't leave you, you are enough and we won't stop loving you or stop paying attention to you.” I tried calming her down as it seemed she was about to throw her first-ever tantrum.

“I don't cale. I don't want one!” She jumped from Charlie's lap to the floor and went back to her drawings.

Charlie and I looked at each other, our mouths open in shock.

“She'll warm up to the fact that you're pregnant, right?” Charlie whispered to me.

“I hope so.” I gulped.

“Hey, don't worry. Once she sees that nothing will change she'll warm up to the baby.” Charlie put his arm around me and embraced me.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Since when is she so stubborn, though?” Charlie giggled.

“She agreed with everything we did so far.” I bit the inner side of my cheek.

“She might be a miniature you but she didn't get that stubbornness from you.” Charlie placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Must be you then.” I chuckled.

“Hey, I lived in my little dragon world when I was her age.” Charlie nudged me playfully.

“She did awfully remind me of someone.” I narrowed my eyes, thinking. “The determination and her thinking she is right and has the final word.”

The second that came out of my mouth, Charlie's eyes widened and I gasped.

“Grandma Molly,” we said in unison, half horrified.

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Someone to Watch Over Me ~ Chapter Twenty- Seven

Summary: The morning after their engagement, Thorin is reflective, and Seren tells Thorin about Bard’s attempt to kiss her in Dale.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Seren (female OC, formerly of Dale)

Characters: Thorin, Seren

Rating: T

Warnings: A little fooling around

Word Count: 4,824

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Candles flickered to throw long, dancing shadows along the walls and as Seren lay in Thorin’s arms, her head on his chest, she realized she’d never known happiness such as this before. Things had begun so rocky for them, and yet there they were.

“Thorin?”

“Mmmm?”

She rose onto her elbow to gaze down at him. His eyes were closed, his dark hair spread across the linens. The cuts on his face were almost completely healed, and without thinking, she traced her fingertip along his cheek, moving along his cheekbone, then down along the edge of his beard. Her handsome dwarf. If she could go back to that day on the promontory, when she saw him face off against Alfryd, and tell herself that one day, she would be lying in his arms, there is no way her younger self would believe her.

It still didn’t seem quite possible to her.

“You’re staring at me,” he murmured, and his eyes opened. “Why?”

“Because I like the way you look.”

A sleepy grin curved his lips. “You like the way I look?”

“I do.” She shifted slightly to trace the curve of his lower lip now. His lips were soft, far softer than she ever thought a man’s lips could be, and must have been ticklish, for as she passed along it, he jerked his head to the side, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Thorin?”

“That felt odd,” he said, rubbing his bottom lip with a finger.

“I’m sorry.”

He caught her hand in his and brought it to his chest. “I’d rather you stick to petting me, if it’s all the same.”

“Petting you?”

“You do, you know.” His eyes closed once more. “At least, that’s how it feels. Not that I mind, that is. I rather like how it feels.”

“Do you?” She slid her fingers up toward his collarbones, then back down, smiling as he let out a lusty sigh.

“Oh, I do, indeed.” He stretched with a soft yawn, then settled back into the pillows. “I look forward to many nights like this.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded, a smile playing at his lips once more. “Absolutely.”

“It’s nice to see you smile. I wish you did so more often.”

“I could say the same about you, you know.” With that, he came up and over her, covering her body with his.

“Until recently, I’d not had much to smile about. Bounced about from place to place, never knowing where my next meal was coming from, or if I did manage to find a place to pass a night of two, never knowing when the man of the house was going to try something.” She slid her arms about his midsection, her fingernails skimming first up, then down his back. “That’s why I began pretending to be a boy, you know.”

“I didn’t. I assumed you did it from the start, knowing it would make things easier for you.”

She shook her head, gazing up into his sleepy blue eyes. “I don’t wish to bore you, so—”

“No, you aren’t boring me at all.”

“It happened every time. Maybe he’d accidentally brush my shoulder or my hair, but then, he’d get bolder. Skim along a breast. Or graze my backside.” It became more difficult to hold his gaze, seeing the hints of anger creeping into his eyes. “And sometimes, he would try more, he’d get bolder and his wife would get suspicious and then, I’d be out on the street.”

“Did they now?”

His low growl surprised her. As did that glowing anger in his eyes. She hesitated, not wanting to make him angrier still, although she didn’t quite understand why he’d be angry at her. It wasn’t as if she asked for the attentions of men she sought help from. “I didn’t encourage it, you know. I was—”

“You were a child. And grown men know better. Death is too good for men such as the ones you dealt with.”

“Wait…” she cocked her head slightly, “you’re not angry at me?”

“Why would I be angry at you? You were a little girl, Seren. And men tried to take advantage of that? Of you? That’s unforgivable.”

“That’s why I began binding my breasts and pretending to be a boy. No matter how friendly a man seemed, I knew it was but a matter of time before I’d be fighting him off in the pantry or in the barn, or in my own damn room when I tried to sleep. I didn’t want anyone to ever know I was a woman.”

“And yet, you told me your secret. You told me the first night I met you.”

“I remember I was far too old for you at the time.”

His words slid through her mind. He’d kept his distance partly because of her age. She smiled up at him. “I knew I could trust you. I’ve known I could trust all of you, right from the beginning, and that wasn’t something I’d felt very often.”

“You played with fire that first night,” he told her, his eyes soft once more, “because I wanted you then, and fought like mad to ignore it but, Seren, you are impossible to ignore.”

“I know. I make a pain of myself, but I grow on you.”

To her relief, he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Thorin.” Her hands went still on his back. “But, nothing that happened to me back then scared me anywhere near as much as almost losing you did. That terrified me to my core and I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”

Her breath hitched and her eyes stung, and a moment later, tears slid from their outer corners. It still chilled her to think about. Above her, Thorin’s brow furrowed and he murmured, “That makes two of us. Have you any idea how it feels to be run through?”

“It isn’t amusing at all, Thorin, and I cannot yet joke about it. I may never be able to joke about it,” she told him, trying to will her eyes dry to no avail. One after another, the tears spilled free to run along her temples and into her hair. “I thought I’d lost you, that all of this would never come to pass, and I knew—I just knew there would never be anyone else like you in my life. I’ve loved you since I was but fourteen summers old…”

“Seren, I am not going anywhere. I promise you this.” He bent to brush her lips with his, let them against hers as he whispered, “Azog is dead by my hand. Bolg is dead by yours and the he-elf’s blades. I am here and with you is where I will always be.”

“Yes, Azog is dead, and so is Bolg, but there are still orcs and one will simply take his place and that frightens me to no end.” She reached up to catch the braid she’d woven into his hair, her fingers lingering along the small dragonfly. How much simpler it had been when she was a child and believed in the legend of the dragonfly, that it could protect and watch over her, that it could in turn protect and watch over him.

But it was only a myth. Safety was only a myth. She would forever look over her shoulder for the orc who took it upon himself to kill Thorin. And one of her greatest fears is that she would look over that shoulder and there he’d be, and she’d be too late to stop him.

“No one will enter Erebor without permission. You will be safe there. I will be safe there. And our little one will be as well.”

“Hiding underground?”

“Love, you’ve a bit to learn about being a dwarf.”

“I’m only half-dwarf.”

He winked. “Nobody’s perfect.”

She stared up at him, incredulous that he could joke. Then, he offered up a look of wide-eyed innocence and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re an ass. You know that, don’t you?”

“I do believe you’ve pointed it out once or twice since we began this adventure, yes.”

“I stand by it.”

“I’m sure you do.” He dipped to kiss her again. “But know this, your smile, your laughter are beautiful, and I want to see and hear them far more than I ever want to see you sad, Seren. And please, do not dwell on what happened at Ravenhill. We have far too much to look forward to, you and I, and I would so much rather dwell on that.”

“We’re having a baby, dwarf.”

“We are having a baby, givashel.”

“And I hope he has your eyes,” she murmured. “You have beautiful eyes, Mr. Oakenshield.”

“As long as he or she come into the world healthy and screaming.” He carefully eased off her once more, and his hand skimmed down her belly, to the slight curve, where he laid it flat. “I look forward to watching this curve grow, love.”

With that, he bent and moved his hand to press his lips where it had been and her eyes misted again as he whispered something to her belly and kissed it again. His hair slid forward and she stroked it back, her fingers lingering over the silver streaks woven in among the dark waves. His breath came gentle against her as he whispered once more to their child.

“My fierce dwarf,” she murmured, “sharing secrets with his unborn child. You are going to be an amazing father, Thorin. This baby is so lucky.”

He turned toward her, his eyes soft and tender. “I am the lucky one, Seren. I’m here to see all of this—to watch you grow and change and become ever more beautiful, to see you with our son or our daughter and know this, love, I care not which you give me.”

“It will be a boy,” she whispered, unable to get her voice any louder, her throat squeezed too tightly for much sound to emerge. “You should have a son.”

He came back up and kissed her with such fury, such passion, that it stole the breath from her lungs and made her melt as he wrapped his arms about her and pulled her atop him. Her hair spilled all around them as he kissed her deeply, more deeply than anyone had ever kissed her before. He kissed her with passion and fire, as if afraid someone or something would come along and snatch her from him. It was as if he realized how close he’d come to being denied all of this, and as his arms tightened about her, the same feeling swept through Seren and she tightened her arms about him as well.

He rolled to pin her beneath him again, his lips skimming along her throat, down between her breasts, along her belly. He disappeared beneath the linens, and her back bowed sharply at the silken glide of his tongue against her. She sank her fingers into his hair, his name a breathless cry on her lips as he brought her to the very edge of madness and then shoved her over the cliff.

Then he was back, surging up between her thighs, he slid inside her easily, his first thrust powerful and deep and as he rose onto his forearms above her, he breathed, “You are mine, princess. No one will take me away from this, from you. Not ever.”

“Thorin…”

She wrapped her legs about his waist, moved in perfect rhythm with him. He increased his speed, his depth, and when he came, she went with him, clinging to him as he drove hard and shuddered against her with a growled, “Seren!”

He sank against her, his breath coming in hard bursts as he buried his face in her neck. Her hand trembled as she brought it up to sweep his hair back behind his left ear, and that tremble spread through her. She tightened her arms about him. “Mine.”

“Today, tomorrow, and forever,” he whispered back.

“I like how that sounds.”

He lifted his head to offer up a sleepy smile. “I thought you might, love.”

****

When Thorin opened his eyes, it was morning, soft golden light bathing everything as far as he could see. A light breeze blew and for the first time since he spotted Seren on the battlefield outside Erebor, he felt no pain.

She lay on her side, her back against his chest, his arm draped over her waist, and she fit so perfectly against him, like no other woman ever did before. He let his hand slip along the lower part of her belly. The curve was new, and he smiled as his fingers swept lightly along it. A child. How was that even possible?

Of course, he knew how but at the same time, how? How did the fates shine upon him this way, to bring this woman into his life? To bring such joy to him, when up until now, he’d known so little of it? Seren made his world brighter and had since that first night, when she’d made herself at home at his table in a crowded pub. She waited for no invitation, but grabbed a chair and plunked herself into it. That same boldness, that brashness, showed itself when she nearly made him topple backwards down a staircase because she stubbornly refused to give up and grabbed the back of his cloak in her quest to get him to give in and share his room for the night.

Her life had been far more difficult than his, and she’d seen just as much sorrow, and yet, she remained winsome and good-humored. Her instincts must have been honed to the point where she trusted her gut without hesitation, without second guessing herself. After all, she teased him, argued with him, stood up to him from the moment they met. Even as a child, she showed no fear.

He remembered the fight with Alfryd, and although the blow to his jaw dazed him, he was alert enough to see the little girl who shoved herself between a grown man and grown dwarf, and did so without hesitation.

“You little whelp1 I told you to mind yourself!”

“And I will not let you hurt this man.”

“Man?” Alfryd spit into the dirt. “He is but a lowly dwarf. One who thinks too highly of himself, as if he is good enough for a daughter of Man.”

“I mean it, Alfryd. Leave him be or I will run you through.”

His eyes narrowed. “Threatening me, are you? Just you wait, whelp. I know where you live.”

“Everyone knows where everyone lives here,” she told him and Thorin opened his eyes enough to see her standing over him, one foot on either side of his thighs, between him and Alfryd, “that hardly makes you a genius. Now,” she held out her blade, almost touching his cheek, “take your leave or you can explain how I bested you and gave you that scar.”

“What scar?”

“This one.” A flick of her wrist and the blade sliced cleaning along his cheekbone.

He howled, his hand clapping against the wound. “You cut me!”

“I told you I would. And I’ll do so again unless you take your leave now. Oh, no,” she shook her head as he moved toward his steel, lying in the dirt just beyond her right foot, “that remains with me.”

Alfryd took off like a whipped dog. And the girl—no, Seren—promptly bent over him, reached for his tunic to inspect his wound. When she spoke, it was with a maturity far beyond her years.

And what did he do? He promptly went on the attack.

“Take your hands from me!” He sat up, knocked her away from him, hard.

She stumbled back, hit the ground with enough force to send up a small dust cloud, and said, “Take care, dwarf. I mean you no harm.”

He glared at her, getting to his feet to brush the dirt from his back. “I need no help.”

“Is that so?” She got up and also brushed herself clean, “because it certainly didn’t seem that way to me.”

“You saw wrong.” He pressed his hand to his side and grimaced. “Leave me be. I’ve had quite enough of men today.”

He thought she would have run away or burst into tears or something of that sort. Instead, she calmly lifted Alfryd’s sword and held it out to him. “I suppose this is yours, then. Since you bested him and all.”

A brave girl. A braver woman. And yet, not necessarily afraid to show a softer, more vulnerable side. Especially with him. She leaned into him from the very beginning as if it was the most natural thing in the world, her head resting against his shoulder, his arm. And when properly riled, she hit him hard enough to knock him onto his back, if she so desired.

She was a warrior. A fighter as brave as any man or dwarf he’d ever stood beside. And at the same time, she was soft and gentle and loving, and after all he’d done to her, after all he’d said, she was there, in his bed. In his arms. Carrying his child. She loved him.

“Princess,” he whispered, smoothing her hair away from her face, smiling as it skimmed along his chest like spun-silk, soft and cool. She made it easier for him to smile, to laugh, to forget the past, even if only for a short while.

She stirred, stretching against him, and then turned toward him, tucking her head against his chest with a soft, contented sigh. Her arm slid about his middle, just above the small bandage still covering the two slashes. Her hand was cool, her fingers just grazing him and the light played so softly against her pale skin.

He would do anything for her. Anything at all. If she wanted the moon, he would find some way to lasso it for her.

The gentle sweep of her lips against his neck brought a smile to his lips and when she nuzzled him, he couldn’t hold back his breathless, “Oh, love… I do like this…”

“I know,” came her whispered response, then she pulled away to smile up at him. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to realize I look forward to sleeping this way the rest of my days.”

“Sleeping naked might be difficult once the baby is old enough to be running about.”

“We shall lock our door.”

“And if we are needed?”

“The nursemaid can fetch one of us.”

She pulled away to offer up a quizzical look. “Nursemaid?”

“The King and Queen of Erebor can have a nursemaid,” he said. “At least a few nights a week.”

“Queen of Erebor…” She shook her head. “I’m a homeless half-dwarf from Dale. How did this even happen?”

“You were there when I got knocked in the dirt by Alfryd of Dale.”

“And when would-be assassins targeted you outside of Bree.”

“And when I met up with you on the battlefield beyond Erebor.” He propped his head on his fist. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? It’s the damsel who needs rescuing, not the warrior.”

“Not in this story, it isn’t. We’re both warriors and I don’t think I’ve ever been a damsel. I wouldn’t even know how to dams.”

“Dams?”

“Or whatever it is damsels do, aside from the whole distress scenario. That won’t happen.” She peered up at him. “You might not have noticed, but I do not do much in the way of distress.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed. But, when you are in distress, you fight everyone and everything about it. Remember, you had to be carried here the first time.”

“Have you ever had a troll throw you into a tree? And then have Bifur land on you? And then, have that followed up by an orc pack and a wizard who has you running the length of Middle Earth?”

“The last part? Yes.”

She sat up. “And I told you to leave me. I’d have caught up with you.”

He watched as she slid to the edge of the bed and stood, and he swallowed hard at the sight. Unlike the women he’d known in the past, she wasn’t shy or uncomfortable being naked in front of him, but was very much at ease in her own skin. After all, she’d stripped off her trousers in his presence that very first night, hadn’t she?

And the sight before him was glorious, indeed, and warmed his blood as she skirted the bed to move to the armoire across from it. She tugged open the door, leaning to rummage about inside. He sighed softly when she came up with a fresh chemise. “Must you dress now, love?”

She turned to him and it was as if something sucked the air from the room. He’d never seen a woman as stunning as Seren. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, curled over her breasts just enough to tease him with what he could see of them.

And then there was that slight roundness of her belly. His gaze lingered there, even as she said, “We do need to surface, dwarf.”

“No,” he shook his head as he shifted to slide to the edge of the bed, “we really do not.”

“Thorin,” she held the chemise out as if it was a shield of some sort, “you’ve that look in your eye.”

“What look?” He strolled toward her slowly, his gaze never wavering from hers.

“That look that says you want to toss me over your shoulder and throw me back down on the bed to have your way with me. How can you have that look at all? Surely, you must be empty by now.”

“I slept a few hours, love. I’m fine now.”

“Thorin.”

He grinned as he backed her flat against the armoire. “What? You have no idea what you do to me, do you? You make me want to—what was that you said? toss you over my shoulder, throw you back down on the bed and have my way with you.”

As he spoke, he leaned in to nuzzle her, savoring the scent of lilacs and sunshine on her hair, along her skin. Her head lolled back, her voice husky and teasing his ears as she murmured, “What if Amara comes looking for—oh, that feels nice—looking for you?”

“She knows I’m here. And she knows why I’m here,” he whispered, tugging the chemise from her hand to let it flutter to the floor. He laced his fingers with hers with both hands, bringing hers up to pin to the wall on either side of her head.

He kissed his way up her neck, over her chin, and caught her soft lips with his. She melted against him, her fingers relaxing in his, and when he drew back, she murmured, “You are incorrigible.”

“I am in love,” he replied, smiling down at her. “I’m allowed to be. At least for a little while.”

She smiled up at him. “I like seeing you this way. I’m sure the others do as well. And what do you mean, Amara knows why you’re here?”

He crouched to fish her chemise from the floor. Passing it back to her, he said, “I told her, in a roundabout sort of way.”

“You told her?”

“Seren,” he arched a brow at her, “you’re pregnant. By me. She knows we’ve done this at least once already. Why do you blush?”

“I am not blushing.”

He grinned as her cheeks grew pinker still. “You are most definitely blushing. And correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t she and Kenia there when you asked me if I remembered the night in Laketown. Against the door?”

“Thorin! I asked you if you remembered, you were the one who brought up doing it against the door.”

“What? You did and they were and it was an amazing night, you turning me down notwithstanding.”

“You know full well why I turned you down that night.” She drew on the chemise. “Very well, yes, I’m blushing. It’s just that it’s a bit odd, to know other people know what we were doing here last eve.”

“They all wish they were me. Well,” he flinched slightly, “perhaps not Bofur and I must admit, it’s a bit strange to think of him as anyone’s father, never mind your father.”

“Tell me about it.”

He moved to fish his own clothes from where they’d been scattered the night before. As he dressed, he said, “And actually, it was Kenia who knew because I wanted to be sure I was in no danger of re-injuring myself. I told her I’d planned to propose to you last eve, and common sense—along with the male hope that everything will lead to you and I in bed—had me wanting to be certain. That’s all.”

She glanced down at the ring on her hand. “You didn’t need to do this, you know. You’d already asked me and I’d said yes. I need no jewelry.”

“Of course you did.” He tugged on his trousers. “And prepare yourself, Seren, for I will shower you with jewelry and gemstones and gold and silver, for Erebor is loaded with all.”

“Thorin, I need none of those things. I wouldn’t know how to wear them and would look utterly foolish. I am a simple woman who’s never had baubles and the like. And besides, you have to honor your word to the people of Esgaroth. They lost everything, remember, and you and I both know how that feels.”

He sighed softly. Yes, he did have to honor his promise, the one he’d flatly told Bard he would never honor. He owed Bard an apology. Owed the people of Laketown what he’d sworn to give them, before his greed nearly consumed him.

“I don’t know Bard will even speak with me.”

To his surprise, a hint of color rose along Seren’s cheekbones. “He might listen to me, if not you.”

“Why would you think that?”

She looked up at him as she tugged on a pair of buff colored leggings. “He… well… when I returned back to Dale, after you asked me to leave Erebor, he—he tried to kiss me.”

Thorin’s gut kinked. “He did what?”

“He tried. We were—up where my mother’s flat was, there is a promontory that overlooks the plains between Dale and Erebor. I used to sit up there and keep watch for you,” she smiled, which eased the kink somewhat, “and I think my mother used to go up there and maybe watch for Bofur. I like to think that maybe she loved him, but for whatever reason, they couldn’t be together.”

He folded his arms. “The bowman?”

“Oh, yes… sorry. Anyway, I was up there, and I was lost, Thorin. You didn’t want me. I had nowhere else to really go, so I came home to Dale. The Laketown people were there already, and he happened upon me. He wanted to know if I was all right, and of course I wasn’t and I broke down and he gave me a shoulder upon which to cry.”

“And he kissed you.” Thorin couldn’t keep the anger from his voice. His stomach bubbled with it. He had a few choice words for the bowman when they returned to Erebor.

“He tried,” she corrected him, tugging a dark green tunic over her head, “but I told him to stop. I wasn’t quite over you enough to even think about kissing anyone. I was mad at you, hurt by you, but still very much in love with you.”

She fluffed the tunic about her hips and crossed to him. “So, you’ve no need to glower at me that way, Thorin Oakenshield. Although, it would have served you right, had I kissed him.”

He tensed as she slid her arms about his waist, but then, he grinned down at her. “Ah, but you were already pregnant with my child, love. I win.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling away from him. “Spare me from men of all races.”

“What? You were.” He came up behind her and slid his arms about her to pull her back against him. “And yes, I will of course honor my word. After I make damn sure he knows you are mine and what I think of his putting hands on you.”

“Thorin. Do not do something stupid.”

“I won’t. Trust me.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “Now come. Time to break our news to the others. I look forward to seeing jaws drop when they learn I’m to be a father.”

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the special project

“Cross! We’re almost closing!” dream got closer to the actor that was sitting behind the scenes, a smile plastered on his face. He was holding his phone, and didn’t even look up to meet dream’s eyes-

“Hey- are you even listening!” dream pouted, and only then did cross’s eyelights met dream’s “Don’t worry. We can stay here a little longer- it’s not like the director likes to leave early!” his smile got a bit wider, but dream sat next to him, and looked over his shoulder- “…what are you looking at then?” dream wasn’t able to leave, not without cross at least, and he was getting curious; what could make cross ignore him so blatantly? Even memes weren’t so effective-

Cross suddenly nuzzled dream’s cheek, which made his face turn yellow as the other showed him his phone- the both sat in a more comfortable position, when dream finally read what was shown to him-

“It’s the reviews of the series! People are asking questions to both of us, and are speculating on the upcoming chapters- plus, they are even giving us compliments!” cross’s grin got wider-

Cross was pretty shy in person, so he tried his best to overcome that by acting, and meeting new people. though he was always so insecure about his acting skills, it didn’t stop him from entering both the underverse show and the dark cream studio- sure, it was a bit tiring, but he’s always enjoyed the times spent there, especially with dream, his best friend- though he considered him as more than that, he didn’t know how to ask him out, but the scenarios in the series was making things easier, considering they were both a couple in it-

Dream smiled- he was also happy to work with cross, and wanted to get a bit closer to him each day, though his brother was a pain very often- he swore to him one day that he’d snap next time he tried to get into a conversation between him and cross, not mentioning killer- though killer was the absolute opposite- cross and killer had been friends for as long as he remembered, and no matter how he denied everything, he was trying to hook them both together-

Even after dream’s protests, he was glad killer was trying to help, because he sure needed to-

“aww- how sweet of them! Wait- can I see some questions?” dream hummed, and cross huffed- “I dunno- they’re just some stuff about whether you like acting or not- the usual-“ he was obviously lying, so dream hopped on his phone as the other yelped in surprise- “h-hey! Give it back!” he jumped on dream, but the other laughed out loud- “oh come on! It can’t be this bad-“

He looked at the phone, but the questions and asks were all- about him? Dream blushed a bit, but cross snatched away his phone and huffed- “you’d get embarrassed anyway!”

Dream paused, what should he do to convince him? Well, teasing cross was always so fun, so he hummed- “okay- but how long will it take you to get off me-“ cross suddenly realized he’d been sitting on the poor dream all this time, so his face got lit up with a purple hue when he finally got up- “s-sorry about that-“ he scratched the back of his skull, totally ashamed, but dream took the opportunity to mutter- “well- maybe now we can read the questions together- How about that?” he smiled, a tint of yellow on his cheeks- cross paused a second, then sighed- “we’re in for a ride-“

They sat next to each other, trying to put the phone in the middle so it can be seen by them both. Dream felt his cheeks getting quite heated up- they weren’t usually this close to each other. on another note, if nightmare saw them like that, he’d do everything in his power to split them apart-

“Okay, first question: dream is this hot bastard on set, but how is he in real life?”

“pff- what is even this question?” cross snickered, dream only huffed- “well, how do you find me in real life then?” dream crossed his arms, but cross gave him a lazy grin and just answered- “well, I don’t think it really changes in person-“ “CROSS-“ dream pouted, and cross laughed out, but dream still continued reading-

“okay then- …oh- dream looks so good with heels, but does he like wearing them?” cross paused, awaiting his answer, when the other looked at him dead in the eyes and said- “anything to be taller than this bastard-“ cross busted out laughing, and dream continued- “shut up you dummy- here is a question for you! Umm- are you scared of cows in real life-“ dream tried so hard not to laugh, but cross shivered- “people cannot understand how scary these creatures are- it’s nOT FUNNY to be almost eaten by a cow!” dream couldn’t take it, so he cried out- “ohaHA- I’ve already told you- c-cows are herbivorous- they eat grass and such- n-not skeletons!” dream felt bad to tease cross about something he’s afraid of, but cows cannot eat monsters, and that was a fact.

“ugh-“ cross pouted, then looked away. Dream paused, he wanted to say something, but just looked back at the other’s phone, and said- “…okay- here is a question for us both now- do you guys-“ dream couldn’t finish his sentence when he lost his eyelights- cross looked at him, wondering what was wrong about the question- “uhhh… okay, let me rephrase that! Mmm- s-so you guys are together in dark cream, but what is your relationship in real life-“

dream blushed, but tried to hide it- cross paused, then muttered- “well-“ if killer or epic could hear their conversation, they’d be cheering for him to finally ask him out- and if nightmare could hear them, he’d be running in too late, because cross inhaled silently and tried to let out “well, I would like to ask you out for this afternoon-“ cross’s face was getting very purple, but it was no match to dream’s- dream lost his eyelights again, and his mouth was half open. He dropped the other’s phone, and the other was lucky it landed on a carpet-

“u-umm- dream?” cross cursed himself- why did he just bring this up now! But dream whispered- “…okay- I’d love- I- I mean- we can go out together as soon as we finish some asks-“dream was so close to scream in happiness- he asked HIM OUUT! Cross chuckled nervously, but he took his phone from the floor, then continued-

“how is nightmare in real life-“ cross paused, then muttered- “I’m sorry dream, but I don’t know how you couldn’t notice how each time I previously tried to confess, he’d try to split us up” cross sighed, but dream laughed, almost maniacally- “ahaha- do you think I didn’t?!” cross turned around- “wait, you knew I liked you???” he was a bit surprised, but dream suddenly let out- “what- n-no- not really- I wasn’t really sure- but that idiot didn’t let me get closer to you!”

dream crossed his arms, but cross laughed out- “oh my- ahaha-“ they both chuckled for a little more, then cross tried to find another interesting ask when one caught his attention, though he didn’t voice it out- (what if cross tried to propose to dream on set? there is no way it’s not a good idea, maybe he can convince the director!) cross smiled, it was a good idea- but he wasn’t sure if dream was going to agree to it-

Dream yawned, it was getting quite late- “well- if you want to take me out somewhere, it’s time.” Dream stretched, and cross couldn’t help but think of how different he had become-

Dream used to be very sad when they first met, and had the appearance of a cute and innocent person, and he still is! But he was more confident in himself now; he finally looked… happy- so much more- he also looked more mature and hotter. Cross smiled, they both really changed from the first time they met, and he was so happy to take him out on a date, the person he truly admired.

“okay then, let’s go-“ he held the other’s hand, and dream smiled, and leaned on his arm a bit more, he wanted this to happen for so long-

Thank god nightmare wasn’t here.

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now now, if that was the special thing, it wouldn’t have took me about two or three months to get it done, right? well, that’s because it’s not the end yet!

remember the anons that asked you guys your sonas or oc’s reference to draw a while back? well thank you guys so much for waiting

it took me so long, and you guys still waited for me to finish this

so how about a bonus “writing” to celebrate?

The place I will talk about is always warm and welcoming, there’s a bunch of tea and cookies and some apples lying here and there, and after an event called “sweet day”, candy and cake was left stacked up like the tons of ask received every day inside the little mailbox. This place contains very interesting individuals whose presence contribute in the fun and enjoyment of the visitors and the creator himself. After being there for a while, you might notice why these people are quite special considering the relaxing atmosphere of this place;

*knock* *knock*

who’s there you might ask? Well it is-

“DAILY POSITYVITY OF COURSE!!”

“Please close the door behind you after you enter-“

“what door?”

the positivity was so strong that it shattered a galaxy and went to another universe searching for a worthy opponent- love senders and daily positive anons are very frequent here, and as their name might show you, they are responsible of giving enough motivation and positivity for the creators, and the destruction of most doors, windows, walls, universes, and being obviously chased by negative and suspicious people trying to prevent them from giving the creators positivity.

“AAAaaAaAa-“

some anons are still wondering why they are simping for characters while others already gave a very specific reason “LEEEGS-“ some are also wondering how did the creator made them so hot- only a superior brain can do so mind you- just kidding- everyone can do it if they give him good heels;

This place had different phases, and if I had to describe it to, it may look like this;

“wait- how about a cute ship?” oh- Fluffynight!”but what about killermare? “So how about a love triangle!” “And where do we put this scenario then-“ “wait- what if it was all a show like underverse studios- how would they make tentacles then?” ”Wait- tentacle, you mean S!D’s? Wait! let’s say- they have a mind of their own-“”wait- but-“”OH my- I wonder how these tentacles would look like if their possessor is a Greek god-“”whoa- and "whatifnightmareactuallysentcrosswhoismortaltokilldreambuthefellinlovewithhim?!”

“Um…what? “

Please take this as a very brief explanation- some of these subjects can last a day- or two or even a week if it is a generator of ideas, no matter how cursed, sweet or angsty they are.

Creators are very common in this place, they can be artists, or writers, though there might be more talented people, but they might had never talked about it- they might be musicians, composers, singers, and so much more, but who am I to say? Maybe there is one who’s reading this that can draw, or write, do both, or so much more- I just am saying that this place is filled with amazing people!

There are some people who considered that S!D and cross needed kids, which is funny because, there are now a lot of ship children laying in their arms- they can be twin babies, independent teenagers, cute cinnamon rolls, or a result of neglect or a curse- and those different types of children make a very good source of inspiration, and provide ideas for both artist and writers;

The creators deserves support- and people do help their work to be shared, and considering some had made commissions available, there was and will be more support for them, and that’s why I wanted to add those who had bought some hot koffees. I am very glad that the creators are receiving support, because it makes them happy and motivated, and that’s honestly what all of them deserve; support.

Finally- this place has the healthiest and pleasing aura I’ve ever felt- and has very unique characters that are daily sending questions, or ideas, or creations, and listing everything would take a lot of time, but every single one of them is as unique as the other, so fear not if I haven’t included more- because there is too much-

And thank you for reading this little writing- I didn’t think you’d actually read such a thing ,but to be honest, I actually never thought you’d ever read any of the writings I’ve made- I’ve never thought this will be the first thing I will be associated with, writing. Because I only write when I have art block, or when I have a very good idea, or if it’s something I don’t want to draw now and need to remember to draw in the future, but it seriously made me so happy when people actually enjoyed something I’ve made, and I want the creators that I most enjoy and so much others to feel the same thing- the happiness that someone thinks you’re good at something, that’s why it is the most silliest and the most interesting gift I can ever write to thank you zu, and everyone who supports her, and the creators I’ve seen there! Have a nice day/night ♥

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the people included here are

@zu-is-here ; i wanted to thank u zu, because i wouldn’t have written or submitted anything if it hadn’t been for you, and that’s because i didn’t feel like you were “intimidating”, and by that i mean you answer every litlle ask, and you’re being nice to everyone, and i just wouldn’t have found so much entertainment this year without you and your blog, and everyone in it

@help-im-a-gay-fish ; you were very nice from our very first interaction- your art has always been so simple and beautiful, especially the lineart which i envy you for- your ideas were always so amazing, and you have very attaching and unique characters, so with you my to do list is never ending, but that’s what i love about you the most

@kotikaleo ; your art is just plain GORGEOUS, and i couldn’t, i just couldn’t ignore it, because the vibes i get from this blog is relaxing, the ambience is calm, and everything you draw, whether it’s traditional or digital is a masterpiece that i find myself begging to have the same amount of talent (also, i’m so sorry for your persona, i totally messed it up i’m so sorry-)

@dragon-tamer-1 ; honestly, i liked your unique style, and your oc- the way you keep supporting people is always so sweet of you, and even if we haven’t interacted much, i’ve always liked your art from the sidelines, and i hope you liked this gift

@rinnyisangy ; i won’t go too long, but your art is SO CUTE, the sketch book drawings were so sweet and nice; since i’ve seen you appear a lot on zu’s blog, and you looked like a nice person, i decided to draw your sona, because why not draw a cutie?

@bluepalleteuniverse ; i’m SO sorry for the sona- i used the old one because as i said, i decided to draw this piece one mid july, so i asked you pretty early, and , because i thought it looked cute, i drew it very fast- on the other hand, i cannot express how cute your art is- it’s always so nice to see you around, and the positivity you give is astonishing- please keep it up pal

@enixani ; now, you are SO talented, yet you believe you aren’t- and i’m here to tell you that you have such a detailed, beautiful art, and you deserve way more support for the work you give, and i hope you like this drawing (i tried your coloring- it feels nice)

@sociallyawkwardfirefly ; i was too shy to interact with you, but i wanted to tell you that your writings are amazing- and i can’t because even your art is- so please take care, and know that i love your style

@noveltale ; your au is cute, your art is cute, what more? but in case you wanted to hear something else, voila une autre personne qui connaît les souffrances de la langue française, et des difficultés de la langue anglaise, parce que oui, je parle Français aussi (bonjour blue!)

@silentsquidsinner ; can we just talk about this person’s beautiful characters? i think they are AMAZING and well written- and the beautiful artstyle only makes it better, so please take this gift as a thank u for your talent-

@ginganinja ; i still remember when you were pretty active on tumblr, and i kind of miss those days, but i wish you the best on your decision, and i’ll enjoy your art on instagram, because you’re still awesome there!

@star-gamerxox ; your writings are a very good source of inspiration, as well as your characters- i honestly thought that your writing style was pretty fluid and interesting, so i wanted to draw one of you kiddos- hope you liked it

@mimosifolia1528 ; remember seafood tale? yeah- i loved your creations, as well as your dark cream kid, and thought your art was very special and unique, so i thought it was worth a shot drawing you persona (fun fact, you were the very first one i drew)

@seertale ; i liked how cool and chill you look, and i thought your oc’s and art was very sweet, not mentioning that you were my favorite to draw- (the rainbow blob on star’s oc) so thank u

@evaundertale ; your art and blog is amazing, so whenever i see your art, it stands out pretty fast, it’s just so recognizable, and i would love to compliment it by giving you this little gift

@shinechermont ; now, i wanted to tell you that whenever i visit your blog, the drawing you make always make me feel a bit better, because they are so simple, yet so sweet, and i LOVE ursula (and mirage of course) so seing art about them is always heart warming

also featuring the anons-

DPA, blue, red, orange, green, purple, lavender, cyan, black, white, cow anon, and cookie anon (who was the one who brought cookies there ;))

this is getting long, but let me just say that i wanted to add way more people, like firebug, curse-of-tales, ari-cuno, jann and so much more, but i feel like i couldn’t touch this project anymore- medibang even crashed because the layers were too much- but i love you guys all, even those who i haven’t included here

((sorry if you changed your persona in the meantime, as i said earlier, some sonas were drawn before you even changed them, so sorry in advance (also, because this is three or so months old, the style is messed up, and there is some old art mistakes that i was too lazy and tired to fix)

this is getting too tall, but please thank you

this was writing anon- aka me, yuri <3

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Zero to Six ~ Going Underground - Edited Version. Part 3.

Characters: Four X Zero (OC) Summary: Zero was the first person to be ‘saved’ by One, she was his first honorary Ghost. Her knowledge in tech meant she got the role of ‘Hacker’ she recruited new team members, looked for missions and locations and made sure every security measure was looked at. You know normal hacker spy stuff. But her tough up bringing meant that if needs be she could fight, she was maybe even better than some people on the team knew. But due to One’s protectiveness over her she had to stay hidden, she was more of an actual ghost than the rest of the team was. This didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun though, over the months of being with the full team she had formed quite a passionate love/ hate relationship with the handsome Four. Who knows what sparks would fly if they were ever to meet. Warnings: Slight swearing, some suggestive flirting in later chapters.

Tagg list: (I know this is a edit of my original story but if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.) @raylan-c

Zero to Six ~ Part 1. Edited Version. Materlist.

It was exactly one month after Zero had last seen One in her flat, she had flown back home two days after the incident and hadn’t heard from him since. Apart from tickets emailed to her for Las Vegas and a hotel room that she assumed was where their next mission was going to be.

She’d flown out to Vegas a few days back, part of her was glad that she hadn’t had to converse with him. She was still incredibly upset that just the thought of hearing his voice nearly put her into a fit of rage. She kept all contact to a minimum while throwing herself fully into her research, she’d only kept in regular contact with Three and Five, although Four would randomly drop in to annoy her.

She’d woken up at about 10am, she hopped out of bed only for the purpose of making food. Once the pancakes had finished cooking she hopped back into the comfort of her bed and opened her laptop, she went back and forth eating and doing research. The next time she found herself looking at the clock it was 12:30pm, it took all of her will power to drag herself back out of bed to put her plate and utensils in the dishwasher and then into the bathroom for a shower. When she reemerged from the steaming room she was greeted by the ding that signalled she had a email.

She opened it and the first thing that caught her attention was that it was from One. Sighing she knew that she couldn’t ignore it, for it might have been something really important.

‘Meet me at the Golden Cafe down the street at 17:00 sharp, make sure to wear something that won’t draw attention to you. Wear a black cap. P.s Remember don’t say anything the others about this. -One.’

‘Don’t wear anything that will draw attention to you.’ who the hell did One think she was? She really had to calm herself down before she went to meet him. If this meeting was going to go well, she would have to have a level head around him.

“Ah Zero, you’re online. To be fair I should have guessed as you’re always online.” She slightly jumped as Fours deep voice burst through the speakers.

“Jesus Four.” She put a hand over her heart to calm herself down.

He started to laugh. “Did I startle you darling?” She huffed and plopped down on the bed next to her laptop so she could connect the earpiece and speak to him properly.

“No, I just wasn’t concentrating fully that’s all.” She glanced at the time again, It was still early she furrowed her brow confused. “What are you doing up so early anyway? I thought you always stayed up late doing dodgy stuff on the internet?”

He just scoffed at her in disbelief. “Excuse me darling, but who do you take me for?”

“She’s not wrong though is she? I think I’ve accidentally walked in on you enough times to say that, that is the truth.” Two chimed in, to which Four immediately started up his defence.

Zero just laid back in her bed and basked in the happiness that was, to her a family argument.

Four had the last word though. “Oh shut up Two! I bet you’ve seen worse, Wait a second How do you know what I’m doing on a night?”

Zero all but gasped. “Is that a confession Four? And I might have to carry out routine security checks on the bases internet. Which means looking through some of your histories.”

“Jesus woman.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at how worried Four sounded, knowing that she could see everything he searched on the internet. “Look I’m just doing my job, I’m just keeping everyone safe.”

“But you’re basically stalking me.” Four hissed.

Zero clicked her tongue. “Did you not hear me sweetie? I HAVE to look into your history for security reasons. Don’t get all shy on me now Four, plus your history isn’t even the spiciest.”

“So who’s the worst then?”

She laughed, like she was going to tell him that. “That sir, I can’t disclose.”

“You’re no fun Zero, I thought we told each other everything.” She could hear the pout in his voice and she wished she could see his adorable face.

“Oh we tell each other everything do we?” She laughed. “Then how come I didn’t know you had a marking kink?”

“LISTEN STOP STALKING ME! I SWEAR TO GOD ZERO! JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I’L-” Just like that she cut off the coms laughing hysterically at Fours outburst.

Looking to the clock she noticed that she just had enough time to change and dry her hair before she had to make her way to the cafe.

When she finally made it to the cafe she spotted One straight away, he was stood by the counter. When they made eye contact he ushered her to follow him to the furthest booth in the back of the shop.

“Why did we meet here? Why didn’t you just come up to the hotel room?” She whispered as she sat down by the side of him.

“Because I’m here, and he doesn’t want me to know where he’s keeping you.” Zero’s head shot up to the second voice, she looked at one expecting him to instantly tell her who this other woman was.

But her brain finally caught up to her and it registered the accent. “Five?” She said in disbelief.

She quickly snapped back to One who seemed more interested in the phone in his hand then on the meeting. “I thought you said I couldn’t tell the others about this?”

“He asked me to help you get ready for tonight.” Five had now moved around the back of One’s chair and took a seat.

“Tonight?” Zero’s brows furred in confusion. “You mean the mission is tonight?”

“Yes.” One said still more immersed in his phone, It was starting to piss her off. “Did I not mention that in the email this morning?”

Zero gritted her teeth. “No, you made no mention that a big mission, not to mention my first ever mission would be tonight.”

Finally he peered up from his phone to see Zero angrily staring him down. “Okay look.” Finally the phone landed on the table. “It’s simple really, You’re going to be working as a bartender. Which luckily for you, you already have experience in. Serve drinks to anyone that comes up to the bar, start conversations, ask questions but most importantly listen to the conversations around you. People get drunk at these things and spill shit that their not suppose to, and so the rest of the team aren’t suspicious your coms will be off when you start your shift.”

“What will you tell them? Isn’t it going to be more suspicious that I’m not at the end of coms?” She looked between One and Five.

“It’s not really a tech based mission, I’ll just say I gave you the night off.” He shrugged.

“What about the others? Where will they be?” By that she meant where would Four be, but she wasn’t going to outright say that, not in front of One at least.

“Two and Three have their own little mission in the hotel, Seven will be taking a backseat and Four and Five will be working the floor in the club you’ll be serving.” She looked to Five at the mention of Four, her eyes lit up. “AH! Don’t even think about it, off limits Zero.”

She just scoffed at him, he acted like he was her real father sometimes. “As if I didn’t know that already, I’m not a child One. I can handle myself.”

“Yeah well I’m trusting you, don’t fuck this up Zero. Five has everything prepared for you she’s going to leave first, you wait twenty minutes then follow her to the hotel. Room 374, she’ll get you ready for tonight.”

One got up from his seat without a single sound, he nodded at both the women and then headed for the door. It wasn’t until he was out of sight that Zero looked over at Five, they just smiled at each other. With all the information she had just consumed she hadn’t even stopped to think that she was actually in the presence of one of her family members, one that wasn’t One!

“This is crazy.”

Five just smiled at her, a genuinely beautiful smile that Zero couldn’t help but return. “It’s so nice to finally put a face to the voice.” She looked down at her watch and sighed. “We shouldn’t do this here though, I’m going to leave now I’ll meet you at the hotel. Room 374 remember.”

“Got it! I’ll meet you there.” She couldn’t stop smiling as Five got up and waved her goodbye.

The twenty minutes she waited to follow Five were the longest twenty minutes she’d ever had to wait in her life, it seemed to drag on she was so nervous she had to physically hold her knee down to stop her leg from shaking.

The walk to the hotel didn’t take too long and she reached the lobby in no time, she put on the dark cap paired with some black shades. Nothing too out of the ordinary but it kept her face hidden none the less. Once she walked inside she was in awe, she’d never seen the inside of such an expensive and vast hotel. It was absolutely beautiful, she dreaded to think what a room would cost in this place. As she walked further in she lowered her glasses to get a better look at the foyer her eyes were glued to the ceiling so she didn’t know she was on a collision path with a tall beefy guy who was looking down at his phone until they hit one another and she nearly went flying. Luckily he had reacted in time and broke her fall, though her glasses weren’t so lucky.

She got up and brushed herself off. “God I’m so sorry mami!” Her head shot up at the familiar voice.

Staring back at her was Three, she quickly had to remind herself who she was and where she was. “No problem, I think we were both at fault, I was mesmerised by the ceiling and you by your phone.” The first accent that came to mind was an Irish one, so she went with it.

He just nodded in agreement and gave her a lopsided smile. “Ah! here, you dropped these.” He bent down and handed her back her sunglasses.

“Thanks, sorry again.” She smiled at him one last time then scurried off to the elevators.

Once she was secured and alone in the metal box she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, and sighed. This was going to be one hell of a long night. Her thoughts were interrupted when the elevator dinged, she rushed down the hall and knocked hurriedly on the door labelled 374. She had no intentions of bumping into anyone else, not even a second later Five opened the door and Zero rushed inside.

“Woah, what happened? Are you okay?” Zero moved to the couch in the room and laid down, burrowing her face in her hands.

“I just accidentally bumped into Three downstairs.” She sided eyed Five who looked at her in shock. “Don’t worry I don’t think he knew who I was, I put on an Irish accent. Don’t tell One though he’ll probably pull me from the mission if he finds out.”

Before Five could even respond to her, Zero took notice of her laptop and ear piece on the table in front of her when it started to crackle. “Hey party people, are we all ready for tonight? It’s a shame I won’t get to hear your beautiful voice in my ear tonight Zero, can’t believe that One has actually given you the night off.”

She reached out and took the earpiece. “Don’t be too sad Four, at least you’ll be able to actually concentrate on this mission.” She looked up at Five who was just giggling, It was so strange to actually be in the same room as her. Zero smiled, she could get use to this.

“Who I’m I going to piss off tonight though?” She could practically hear the pout in his voice.

“I’m sure you’ll find some beautiful girl to have on your arm and piss off the entire night.” She felt sad just thinking about it. “Well good luck team, do me proud! and don’t miss me too much.” She shut the communication line down before he could respond.

She looked up to Five as she shut the laptop and took out her ear piece, placing it on top of the laptop. She wouldn’t be needing that now for the rest of the night.

“You okay?” Five gave her a sad smile.

Zero forced herself to look completely unphased. “I’m fine, let’s go get ready.”

.....

Zero stood at the bar, Five had dressed her in black skinny jeans paired with some black Doc Marten boots, a black silk button up and a deep green velvet waistcoat. She wore a dark black wig that came down to her chest and flowed in light curls, her makeup was smoky to match the uniform. She looks professional. The venue was dark, with moody but classy lighting which meant she blended right in. The bartender role came naturally to Zero, before she was a ghost she had worked in a small bar for about two years before everything had kicked off, the events of which led her here.

She started the shift by just cleaning up glasses, serving mostly already drunk customers and listening to every word of every conversation. About five minutes early she had spotted Five enter the room with a rich looking man on her arm, she’d caught Zero’s eye from across the room and winked at her which put her at ease.

Suddenly the air in the room shifted, she couldn’t explain it but her eyes were drawn to the entrance of the club. A man walked in, his blonde hair was slicked back on the top but the sides where shaven. A tight black tux hugged his body, Zero wished she could picture this moment for the rest of her life, butterflies started to stir in her stomach.

It was Four.

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch59: We Only Part To Meet Again

Intro: The team hold a memorial for Natasha.

Warnings: “Language!” Angst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: I’m STILL salty that Nat didn’t get a proper send off in Endgame so I hope I’ve done her justice in this one. We’re so near the end now… *cries*

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 58

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Steve and Katie decided not to tell anyone about their news until both Natasha’s remembrance ceremony and Tony’s funerals were done. For no reason other than they didn’t want any of the attention being placed on them to detract from what the days were about- their friends and family taking time to remember together. In all fairness, it wasn’t too long time to have to wait. The only problem however, was that whilst it might have been easy to fool the kids, it was a little less easy to fool Bucky and Sam, especially when the morning of Nat’s memorial, Katie pushed Bucky and Sam out of the way as she ran from the kitchen and emptied her stomach into the downstairs toilet.

“She okay?” Bucky asked looking at Steve as he grabbed a bottle of water for her from the fridge.

“Just nerves, about the memorial.” Steve brushed off Bucky’s concern, and before he could be asked any further questions, he headed out into the hallway just as Katie was emerging from the bathroom. Wordlessly he handed her the bottle and gently cupped her cheek in his hand, and she smiled softly leaning into his touch.

“You were puking the last time we were on a jet together you know.” Sam quipped as they walked back into the kitchen “Maybe that says something about your flying.” Katie shot back at him, sitting down at the table.

“Nah ah, you’d eaten that dodgy chicken remember?”

Katie nodded and then Bucky gave a scoff.

“You know, you’re almost convincing.” He pointed at her. “You on the other hand,” his point moved to Steve who had reached to open the fridge, pausing as he was caught in his friend’s stare, “still can’t lie for shit. It’s written all over your face.” Katie and Steve exchanged a glance before they looked back to the two men who were both leaning against the counter, mugs of coffee in their hands.

“What’s he lying about?” Sam frowned, looking at Bucky. Bucky simply gave him an exasperated glance.

“Let’s just say it’s more likely to be dodgy sausage than chicken.”

“Buck!” Steve frowned as Katie glared at his best friend. Sam’s face rearranged itself into a look of comprehension and he turned to look at Katie.

“Really?” His eyes flickered from her to Steve. Before they could deny it, Jamie walked into the kitchen with Lucky, the pair of them having been in the garden with Emmy.

“When do we go see Auntie Nat-Nat’s tree?”

“Soon” Steve turned to his son noticing instantly his son’s shoes were filthy. “Do not move a single step more, pal.”

Jamie stood and saluted at his father, the way Tony had taught him to do whenever he was given an order and Katie snorted a laugh. With a roll of his eyes Steve bent down and undid the laces on his sneakers. Jamie kicked them off and ran over to his momma.

“Can I wear my Captain ‘Merica top Auntie Nat-Nat got me?” He asked.

“You can wear what you want today, baby.” Katie kissed his head. At that she looked around. “Absolutely no black.”

“Kinda ironic really seeing as she spent half her life being called Black Widow.” Sam mused.

“Exactly.” Katie nodded. “Today there is no black widow, only Natasha Romanoff.”

At that point Emmy stepped inside holding a ceramic pot which now contained a tulip plant she had dug up from her patch near the shed. “Will this be okay, you know, to plant under her tree?” “I think it’s perfect.” Katie smiled, standing up with Jamie in her arms. “And so would she. She liked tulips. Right young man,” she blew a raspberry on her son’s cheek and he grinned, “shower time.” “Want me to do it?” Steve asked.

“No, I’ll take him. You can deal with these two idiots.” She nodded towards Sam and Bucky. She glanced back at Steve and gave him a soft smile. “Emmy, you need to get ready too, honey.”

Steve watched as his family left the kitchen before he turned to look at Bucky. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?” “Tell me I’m wrong.” Bucky raised an eyebrow as Steve ran his hands over his face. He looked at his friend and then couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face.

“Yeah, she’s, we’re pregnant.”

“Fucking hell, punk!” Bucky moved to give the man a hug “That’s great news.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve grinned, pulling back.

“Yeah nice one, Cap.” Sam beamed, shaking his hand.

“Thanks, but we’re keeping it on the low for the time being. We don’t wanna tell anyone till after Tony’s funeral, it just doesn’t feel right you know.”

Both men made affirmative nods and hand gestures, before Sam looked at Steve.

“How far along?”

Steve hesitated. “Well, we don’t know. It’s kinda complicated.”

“Complicated?” Bucky frowned “What’s complicated about it?”

“We lost one in the snap.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “We didn’t even think about it being a possibility, ya know, that it would come back, and we didn’t know Katie was pregnant back then until after. We’ve got a dating scan tomorrow so we’ll know for sure then.”

“So that time when we were on the low, and she thought she was sick…” Sam frowned, “she he was actually pregnant?”

Steve nodded.

“Not bad chicken?”

Steve shook his head.

“Dude you knocked up your Mrs whilst we were running from the Feds?” Sam’s eyes widened and Steve let out a sigh.

“It wasn’t exactly planned, Sam.” He rolled his eyes.

**** Steve watched his wife for a moment as she sat on the seat opposite him on the private Stark Jet, scribbling on a piece of paper. She was scribing notes for Tony’s Eulogy and her brow was furrowed as she jotted her ideas down, stopping every so often to wipe a stray tear away from her eyes. He leaned over to tuck her hair behind her ear whilst asking if she needed anything and she shook her head, tapping the pen lightly against her teeth. He dropped his hand to her neck, gently squeezed in a sign of affection and stood up to go and check if Bucky need rescuing from Jamie’s incessant chattering.

“You know it doesn’t seem right, any of this.” Katie spoke quietly, as she looked out of the window. Steve watched her for a second before he sat back down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the small table between them. She turned back to him and sighed. “The world is mourning for Tony, yet the same people who are leaving candles and wreathes and flowers outside the tower don’t seem to give a shit about Natasha. She’s not been mentioned once in the media since the President’s address.” “Sadly, I’m not surprised.” Steve sighed “After we took down SHIELD and all her past secrets were thrown into the spotlight and, well, you know her history. It wasn’t well received. People made assumptions about her, questioned her loyalties, wrongly yes, but they did.” “It’s not fair.” Katie sniffed.

“You’re right, it’s not. It’s unfair and it’s cruel.” Steve nodded, gently reaching out for Katie’s hand. “She gave her life because she believed so firmly that we could succeed and she’s being given no recognition at all. But that’s what today is about. Those of us that did know her, and did care about her, getting the chance to say goodbye properly.”

Katie smiled sadly, her fingers tangling in Steve’s as their hands lay entwined on the table

“And I think she would prefer it this way.” He continued “She was a very private person, unless she was around her friends, her family after all.”

“Yeah.” Katie said, smiling gently. “Maybe you’re right.”

There was a loud yell from the other side of the jet and they both looked over to see Bucky giving Jamie a hi-five as Sam and Emmy leant back in their chairs, throwing their Uno cards onto the table in defeat. Bucky looked up and caught Steve’s eye, flashing him a small wink.

It wasn’t long before they were landing. Katie felt ridiculously queasy as the jet began to descend and no sooner was she on the concrete of the runway than she threw up to the side of the steps. Emmy gave her a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything as she made her way, her hand around Jamie’s, as they followed Sam and Bucky to the waiting cars, Steve patiently hanging back for his wife to compose herself before they set off on the 30 minute or so drive to Clint’s farm.

There were hugs, hand-shakes and a few tears as the group greeted each other. Banner and Wanda had already arrived before the Rogers-Barnes-Wilson clan did, and it wasn’t long until Fury and Hill walked into the large farmhouse. An hour or so later, Okoye and T’Challa landed shortly followed by Rocket, Nebula and Thor. And finally Lang, Rhodey, Pepper, Happy and Morgan. As Katie looked round as her niece shot over to hug her ‘Uncle Spangles’, she suddenly felt a warmth in her chest that where was still so much love in and amongst the grief.

They had an hour or so at the house, Jamie and Nathaniel instantly hitting it off and retreating to Nate’s room, emerging thirty minutes later each with a picture for their Auntie Nat. Katie had crouched down next to her son as he had showed her the picture of the woman with the shock of red hair holding a bar of chocolate because “she always gave me chocolate, Momma.”

“Yeah, yeah she did.” Katie smiled, kissing his cheek.

In the mid-afternoon sun, Clint and Laura, with their three kids, led the way down a worn path which led to a small pond not far from the line of trees that surrounded the farm. Clint explained that Natasha liked it here, she often came to visit and stay if there was a little too much going on in her life to cope with and this was her place which was why the tree was planted here. The tree was roughly six feet high at the moment but was already sporting the deep red leaves they had picked it for, and they all knew that over time it would grow and expand. There was a small wooden bench underneath it, with a brass plaque which sported Natasha’s Black Widow symbol, and they had also ordered a small head stone, but that would not be available for a while.

“It’s beautiful Clint.” Katie nodded, her hand falling to the place just underneath her throat and above her chest. “It really is.” “So,” Clint rubbed his neck, clearing his throat. “I thought, those of us that wanted to could just say a few words and,” he looked around and gave a watery smile as he took in the crowd of people, “you know, seeing you all here reminds me of how Nat came into my life. No friends, no family, no connections, and absolutely no desire to change any of that.” “You got that right.” Fury muttered, drawing a few smiles and soft laughs, including a chuckle from Clint.

“Yet here she is, being celebrated and remembered by all of you, all of us, the people whose lives she’s touched and impacted and I guess, well, she did change it after all.”

Steve gave the archer a smile as he turned to look at the tree, his head bowing slightly “Nat, your last name might have been Romanoff but you’ve been part of the Barton family for as long as we can remember. I watched you break free from the horrors of your youth and learn that life didn’t have to always be painful and cruel. You worked tirelessly to build yourself up and always strived to be a better person. I hope you know that,” he paused and looked upwards, taking a deep shaky breath, “you were worthy of being loved. And we did, we loved you so much, still do. Me, Laura, Coops, Lila and Nate. If it wasn’t for you my family wouldn’t be here, but whilst my heart may have pieced itself back together thanks to them coming home, there’s still a huge hole there where you used to be. And I know that Nate only met you briefly, but he’s gonna know…he’s gonna know all about the woman he’s named after, the bravest woman I have ever known.” He reached out and wiped at his face before his hand gently touched the bark of the tree trunk. “Goodbye, Nat.” At that point Laura stepped forward, her own tears trickling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms round her husband, their kids all following before Nathanial turned and placed the piece of paper he was holding on the bench, Clint helping him tack it to the back part with a small pin before the stepped back into the crowd.

Almost everyone spoke. Fury and Hill went next, explaining how they had been there from the beginning and watched her as she had transformed from this lethal, master assassin into an Avenger, a leader. And whilst he may not have been so warm to her in the beginning, Fury had come to look at her as a protégée, the person who after Hill and Coulson he trusted the most. And Hill, who had become a friend, one of the first people to join Natasha’s slowly expanding group of confidents in the beginning. Natasha had exceeded any expectations they had of her as a colleague and had been a fiercely loyal friend until the end.

Okoye, Nebula, Rocket, who had only known Nat really for a short time, all respected the woman who was broken and shattered but never gave up wanting to make the world a better place and continually strived to find a way to fix what Thanos had done. They had all forged a friendship with Natasha as they picked up the pieces of a shattered world and strived to keep people safe through the chaos that ensured post snap.

T’Challa, who had seen the fierce loyalty and drive that Natasha possessed first hand, gave a moving short speech, commending her for her courage. “Even if that did mean she knocked me out with a hell of a sting.” He quipped, drawing chuckles from the group. “Her tenacity on the battle field in Wakanda, her strive to protect not only her friends, but billions of strangers, at all costs. An honourable trait.”

Lang, who again hadn’t known her wrong but had found an ally instantly willing to work on his ludicrous Time Heist idea, without whom, “I doubt anyone would have taken me seriously, including Steve” nodded around, and Steve gave him a small smile and a shrug because it was true.

Bucky, who had tried to kill Natasha on more than one occasion, but could empathise with what she had been through more than most, simply placed his metal hand on the bark of the tree and said something in Russian, which he later explained to Steve and Katie had been a simple thank you and goodbye, not being able to think of anything else to say.

Rhodey who had know Nat as long as Katie had, spoke about how he had watched as she stepped up post the snap, helping Steve lead what was left of their group as they tried to help who was left and “bring peace to a world that was in turmoil”.

Pepper who had also known her as long as Katie had, thanks to her infiltration of Stark Industries spoke about how she’d become a good friend over the years, sharing a “mutual annoyance at Tony’s ridiculous antics” and with Katie and later Wanda the women had joined forces in an otherwise male and testosterone swamped Avengers Tower or Compound.

Wanda and Sam, who had both spent years on the run alongside her. She had helped train them both, fought alongside them both, and saved both their lives more times than they cared to remember. They respected her, and counted her amongst their closest friends.

Thor, he trusted her, infinitely, watching her hold her own against opponents both bigger and stronger on many an occasion. She had never once judged him for the sins of his brother, and with a large clap of lightning he had declared her the “most noble and worthy warrior, one of the greatest I have ever seen”

Bruce, who had trusted her more than he had ever trusted anyone was up next, and he took a moment to gather his own thoughts, before he spoke simply and succinctly, but no less emotionally. “There’s a reason that lullaby never worked for anyone else, Nat, and whilst we never got the chance to explore the feelings we had for one another, I loved you. More than as a friend, and want you to know that my time away for those two years I was stuck as the hulk was not your fault, despite what you thought.”

And then, it was Steve’s turn. The soldier cleared his throat, his hand firmly grasped around Katie’s as they both stepped forward, their kids at their side. His chest was horribly tight as he took a deep breath and began to speak. “Clint’s right Nat, you were a pain in the ass. Specifically my ass for years. Constantly laughing at me for being old fashioned, trying to fix me up on dates until you realised that the person I wanted to be with just happened to be one of your best friends, which then opened up a whole other world of opportunity for your sarcasm and wind ups. You were one of the bravest, kindest people I have ever fought alongside, and we both knew that when we made you godmother to Jamie you’d guide him in the best way you could, even if you did take him for the day and fill him with enough e-numbers to make him bounce of the walls when you returned him.”

He sniffed slightly and Katie lay her head against his shoulder, fighting her own tears. “People often pointed to me as the leader of the Avengers, but I wasn’t. Not really. You were the one that held us all together on more than one occasion, especially when me and Tony were ready to rip each other’s heads off. Your ability to see the best in people is something I can only hope to emulate, and we’re going to miss you. We all are. More than you will ever know.” At that point, his voice cracked and Katie could see he was close to breaking, just as Clint had done.

“Emmy, Jamie why don’t you put your picture and your plant on the bench?” She encouraged gently, “Clint, can you?”

Clint nodded and stepped forward with them both as she took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Steve, pulling him in close.

“I drawed this for you.” She heard Jamie say as Clint helped him tack his photo next to Nathaniel’s before he promised Emmy he would plant the tulips in the ground once her headstone was there.

A silence fell before Katie stepped back and looked up at Steve who gave her a nod to assure her he was okay. Then, realising it was her turn she turned to the tree and looked at the shock of red leaves, smiling softly.

“There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said.” Katie smiled gently “You were an amazing person, inside and out. I’ll never forget how you helped me pick an outfit for my first date with Steve and calmed me down despite the nerves that were flooding my entire system.”

“You never told me that.” Steve frowned, causing the crowd around them to laugh.

“Oh it’s true.” Katie nodded with a smile before she turned back to the tree. “All the ribbings and joking you would do, trying to get the ‘inside details’ as you called them on Captain America, but that’s what friends do right? And we were friends, best friends. I knew I wanted to be your friend the first time I met you when you were undercover in Stark Industries and your floored Happy after Tony insisted you ‘go a few rounds’”

“Thanks, Kiddo.” Happy grumbled, drawing more chuckles.

“You helped us so much when Jamie was a baby, taking him when you could see things were getting too much for me as a new mum, telling me that it was normal to feel a little overwhelmed when I simply thought I was doing a bad job. We couldn’t have done it without you and there’s no better friend I could have had by my side through everything we’ve been through together and done over the past thirteen years.”

Katie looked up at the sky, her tears falling now. “You know, on the jet on the way over me and Steve talked about how cruel it was that you’re not getting the recognition for your part in bringing everyone back that you deserve, but then I see everyone here and,” she choked a little on her words and felt Steve’s arm slide around her waist, “you know, it might not be a public mourning but this, this is the evidence that you were loved, and the people that mattered care and will always care and be thankful that you gave your life so that everyone who’s here could live theirs. You were so loved Nat, you always will be, and I can only hope you knew and felt that.”

With that her tears began to fall thickly and she turned to Steve, his arms wrapping around her, his large, strong but ever so gently hands held her close to him, one on the base of her back, the other on her head.

There was a soft breeze which ruffled the leaves of the trees in the otherwise completely calm clearing they were in and no one spoke for a moment, until Clint stated that there were drinks and food waiting at the house. With a last glance over her shoulder at Nat’s tree, Katie allowed Steve to guide her down the path, every so often pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

With drinks and full plates, the guests spilled out into grounds of the Barton farm as animated chat began on and around the porch. Katie stuck to apple juice topped up with lemonade in a wine glass, and when Steve had subtly arched an eyebrow in question at the fact she was drinking she’d flicked him off and shook her head gently causing him to snigger a little.

“So,” Pepper sidled up to her, looking at her, “when are you due?”

“What?” Katie asked, a little too quickly.“I don’t know what you’re-.”

“I know that’s not wine.” Pepper gently cut her off. “And I know that you lost a baby in the snap. Maybe I’m putting two and two together here, but…”

Katie sighed and looked at her sister-in-law. “We only found out the other day. We didn’t wanna say anything, not until the memorials and funerals are over. It doesn’t feel right, to be happy about it all. Even though I can’t help it.” “Are you kidding me?” Pepper smiled “Katie, its great news. Something positive to look forward to.”

“Literally” Katie mumbled causing Pepper to grin.

“I knew it!” Emmy’s voice spluttered and Katie groaned and turned to face her. “The baby, it came back?”

“Shhhh” Katie hurriedly quieted her. “We haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because we don’t know how far along we are or,” Katie pinched the bridge of her nose. “just not yet Emmy okay? And this isn’t how we wanted you to find out. We were gonna tell you tomorrow after the scan.”

Emmy cocked her head to one side and shrugged, draining the glass of ice tea she was holding before she smiled and wrapped her arms round her mother, the sixteen year old now being almost as tall as she was. “I think it’s great.” Katie smiled and lay her head against her daughters, squeezing her back. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

***** Katie was exhausted after the day’s events and so, once the kids were settled she left the men drinking in the kitchen and headed for a bath. Steve and Bucky had been drinking the Asgardian stuff all afternoon thanks to Thor bringing a load with him to Clint’s and both the soldiers had been feeling the effects before they headed home, and still were thanks to the stash Steve had in the cabinet and beer fridge.

“You know,” Sam leaned back in his chair, “when you find out how far gone Katie is tomorrow, we’re gonna be able to figure out a point of conception.” “Yeah that’s generally how it works.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Well you better not have made that baby on my plane.”

“We never had sex on the jet.” Steve sighed.

“No, just dirty old warehouses in the middle of a mission.” Sam shot back.

“Did you have to bring that up?” Steve said exasperatedly.

“Oh now this I gotta hear.” Bucky grinned and turned to look at Sam.

“They left their coms on.” Sam mumbled “Trust me you don’t gotta…”

Bucky gave a loud bark of a laugh as Steve groaned.

“We just got caught up and…” He suddenly stopped, deciding he didn’t have to explain himself. Why the fuck should he? “You know what, I don’t care, have you seen her? I’d bang her every second of the day if I could, she’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Aww thanks baby, but five times in one night was quite enough thanks.” Katie said and all three men whipped round to face her as she quirked an eyebrow smirking, leaning in the doorway dressed as usual in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. “It was one hell of a wedding night.”

“Five times?” Sam looked at Steve who flushed bright red, but couldn’t help but feel slightly smug.

“And that’s how many times we did it.” She continued as she walked to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water, turning to wink at Steve “Not how many times he made me see stars.”

Sam gave a loud laugh as Bucky grinned, a dirty snigger escaping from his mouth.

“I think I liked it better when you hated each other.” Steve said, glaring at them.

“Aww they picking on you baby?” Katie slid her arms round his neck from behind. He nodded, his hands rubbing over her forearms as they locked at the front of his chest.

“Big time.” He pouted.

“Come to bed and I’ll make it better.” She whispered into his ear and he turned as she straightened up and headed back out of the room. “Night boys.”

There was a pause as Steve looked at Bucky who was chuckling to himself, clearly having overheard.

“I’m gonna,” Steve watched Katie leave, and with that he drained his beer, stood up and headed after her.

Bucky eyed the bottle of alcohol in his hand before he turned to Sam. “Wanna go for a walk, find a bar? I’m in the mood for exploring my old neighbourhood a little.”

“Damned straight.” Sam nodded, standing up “The night is young Frosty. Unlike you.”

“Fuck off.” Bucky shot back, grabbing his jacket and smiling as he felt the leather in his flesh hand.

“Buck, you got a sec?” Katie asked, just before they were about to leave for the airfield.

Bucky paused and looked at Steve who simply gave him a smile. “She’s got something for you.” he said, ushering the kids down the hall with easy commands and large hands.

Bucky made his way into the living room and his mouth turned into a smile as Katie held out his leather jacket, the one he had wrapped her in when he pulled her from the Hydra base in La Ronde what felt like a life time ago.

“I believe this is yours.”

“You kept it?” he said gently.

“Of course I did. I just never had chance to give it you back until now.”

He took it from her, gently running his hand over the collar.

“I also never got chance to thank you for that day, what you did.”

“Anyone would have done the same.” Bucky shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck in an action that reminded her very much of Steve.

“You sure?” Katie gave him a soft smile. “You headed deep into a base full of people who had once hurt you because someone was screaming for help. Someone, and you had no idea it was me. And even if you did, you didn’t know me. Not really.”

“No, but I knew what those bastards were capable of.” Bucky eyed her gently. “I wouldn’t ever leave anyone to suffer at their hands. I just wish I’d gotten there sooner.”

“Did Steve tell you what they did?” She asked gently.

“He doesn’t need to.” Bucky looked down.“Like I said, I know what they’re, what they were capable of.” “You’re a good man James Barnes.” She gave him a soft smile and then stepped forward to give him a hug. “You saved my life. And for that I’ll always be grateful, and so will Steve.”

Bucky smiled slightly as she slipped on the jacket and headed after Sam as they gently left the house, the door closing behind them.

*****

Upstairs, Steve’s hands were already all over his wife, gentle, strong, loving as he softly caressed her stomach, the place his baby was growing. He nuzzled into her neck as she preened at his touch, arching her back. She moved slightly so he could pull the shirt over her head before he gently took her face in his hands, thumbs skating over her cheekbones.

“I hope it’s a girl,” he whispered gently, dropping a kiss to her lips, “and she looks just like her momma.”

“Charmer.” She grinned as he kissed her again, the kiss growing urgent, Steve flicking his tongue over his wife’s lips before he moved to gently trail his mouth down her neck to the spot in between her collar bone, giving it a gentle nip and a suck. It was a well-practiced dance between the pair of them. After ten years of being with one another they both knew the spots to hit, the places to touch, the parts to tease that would undo the other. It was a familiarity, but one that would never get old. Steve would never tire of the way her finger tips trailed down his back, nails gently biting his skin as she made those delectable noises by his ear. Katie would never tire of the way Steve would softly trail every curve of her body, his hands and strong arms cradling her as he lavished affection on her that drove into her very soul, his mouth gently nipping at her neck, his gentle praises that made her keen with affection.

“I love you baby girl, you’re so good to me, so good.” The soft sheets of the bed rustled around them as Steve gently rocked into his wife, causing her to sigh and lay her head back, gazing up at him with a love and lust so deep it almost hurt him to see. He had never been worthy of this love, and never would be. But all he could do was love her back, the way he did, with every single breath he had.

His movements were slow, his hand gently moved to hook her leg around him, finding a deeper seat as he rocked forwards and back again and again, driving deep against her spot as her hands hooked around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her, deeply, softly as she moaned into his mouth.

“Come on baby,” he said gently, his lips moving to her neck, “atta girl, come on.”

Her back arched and her nails dug into the skin of his biceps as she leaned forward slightly, burying her head into the crook of his shoulder to muffle her cries as she came, tightening around him. He upped his pace, ever so slightly, chasing his own release and he came, his lips pressed to hers, a deep, satisfied moan bubbling from his throat into her mouth as his hips stuttered and he rest his forehead against hers, gathering his breath. He suddenly realised he was led on top of her, his baby in her stomach and he went to move but she caught him softly, her hands straying to his shoulders as she smiled at him, her hands gently moving to rake up through his hair as she pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before she nipped his lip and he practically growled at her.

“Keep doing that,” he muttered “and I’ll be hard again in about five seconds flat.” “I’m counting on it.” She smirked, kissing him again.

*****

“I’m sorry, say that again?” Katie looked at Dr Kellet. The woman smiled and glanced back at her.

“Ten weeks.” She nodded “Give or take. Which makes your due date, roughly the 1st June”

Katie glanced at Steve who was frowning and she knew instantly what was bothering him. He was concerned about the fact she had been pregnant in the fight, and was worried that the snap would have done some lasting damage. Katie wasn’t as concerned, for some inexplicable reason she knew everything was okay and had instead diverted his attention to researching second pregnancies… which he had done with gusto.

The kids were in bed, Bucky and Sam were, actually, Katie had no idea where they were, not that it mattered, they were grown men. They were led on the couch, Katie down one side of the L shape, Steve on the other with his head in his wife’s lap as he glanced at the screen on his phone.

“It says here that you should feel them move sooner than the first time because you know what they feel like…” Steve said, grinning up at her. “Wonder if that means I’ll feel them sooner too?” Katie shrugged, smiling as she ran her hand through Steve’s hair. “No idea.”

“And you’ll carry it lower.” He continued. “Which according to this is a good thing as you’ll breathe easier and eat much more comfortably than you did last time. Although you might be doing the whole constant needing to pee thing sooner, but on the plus side labour is faster.” “Oh joy.” Katie sighed, her nails scratching his scalp slightly.

“And it says here you’re likely to start showing sooner.” A huge grin spread across his face. “I can’t wait!” He shifted slightly so that he was led on his stomach and his head crept under her T-shirt and his nose gently skimmed her lower belly. “Although last time when you started showing, it just looked like you’d eaten too many cheeseburgers…” Katie nipped his arm causing him to yelp out a laugh.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Steve asked, drawing Katie out of her memories. “Because well, the snap and…”

Dr Kellet smiled and nodded “Your baby is perfectly healthy and normal, everything is perfect.”

Steve nodded, the worry he had instantly felt ebbing from his system and Katie gently laced her fingers between his and glanced back at the screen.

“Ten weeks…” she sighed “How on Earth did I not notice I was that far gone?”

Steve gently kissed the back of her hand. “Honey it doesn’t matter, don’t think on it. Don’t think on any of it.”

“I’ll get you a few copies of the photo.” Dr Kellet nodded.

“Have you had many others in, like this I mean?” Katie asked as the Doctor wiped the cold gel off her stomach “I mean, that have had babies back or…” “You’re the sixth one I’ve seen since everyone came back.” she smiled “Who knew?”

“Could be problematic,” Katie mused “I mean like, what if they are already pregnant again, or like, I dunno, dead against having kids now or…” “Katie…” Steve chuckled “Shut up.”

****

Armed with the two scan photos they headed home and were greeted by an excited Jamie who dragged the pair of them into the living room where he had been building a rocket out of lego with Bucky’s help.

“Everything okay?” Sam looked up from where he as prodding at Katie’s tablet, reading the news.

“Yeah,” Katie smiled, and she looked at Steve who grinned at his friends.

“Roughtly Ten weeks.” He answered the unasked question and Sam frowned.

“Ten weeks…” He mumbled as he did the same maths they had done in the car, a huge shit eating grin crossing his face. “So it was that time on the mission!”

“It’s kinda funny really.” Katie smirked. “Both of them were made through some pretty wild loving up against a wall.” Steve let out a sigh and he shot his wife a filthy look as both Bucky and Sam roared with laughed.

“What was against a wall?” Jamie asked, looking up at her and Steve let out a low groan.

“We’ll give you a minute.” Bucky smiled, standing up as he headed into the kitchen, followed by Sam, both passing Emmy who was returning with a drink for her and Jamie.

“Come here.” Katie settled on the couch and pat the seat next to her. Jamie scrambled up and ran over, jumping up beside her. Steve sat on the other side of him, and Emmy perched on the corner cushion. Katie looked over at Steve who smiled and turned so he was facing his son slightly.

“We have some news, buddy. Some good news.” He gently ran his hand over Jamie’s head “Your mom’s gonna have another baby.” “You’re gonna be a big brother.” Katie smiled as he turned to look up at her, his eyes wide.

“A baby?”

“Yeah.” Katie nodded.

“Isn’t that cool?” Emmy grinned and Jamie nodded before he frowned slightly before he looked back at his dad.

“Where is it?”

“It’s in your momma’s tummy.” Steve answered.

Jamie looked at Katie for a moment, before his frown deepened. “How did it get in there?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, his neck and cheeks flushing as he desperately thought about how he could explain this in a way that was suitable for a three year old’s ears. “Well, I…” “It got there because we’re a family.” Katie cut in, smiling. “And me and your dad love each other very much, so it’s kinda something that happens.”

“Oh.” Jamie nodded, and Steve shot his wife a smile as Jamie grinned. “So when is it gonna be here?”

“Not till early next year.” Katie smiled.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We dunno yet pal.” Steve smiled.

“I hope it’s a boy.” Jamie nodded decisively. Katie smiled at Steve before Jamie quipped up again “But I’m not sharing my room or my toys. I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

**** O/S: To The Stars And Back

Chapter 60

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Take Care of Them

Warnings: Hmm..? If you’re touchy on religion, I’d advise you to not continue reading. (I wrote this for fun)

If any of the characters are OC, tell me so I can try and adjust it.

Takes place after Lesson 18 but before Lesson 19

Pairings: Obey me boys x MC/Reader

Idea: God talking to MC in a dream or such about the brothers

Part 1-10

Chapter 11

MC opened their eyes, looking around and was confused when there was no one to greet them, not even God. They decided that maybe it was like the case with Camael, the angel being held back due to his angelic duties so the human decided to roam around Purgatory.

“I wonder if it’s Camael I will meet again or if it will be another virtue.” The human mused aloud to themself, a hand on their chin but shrugged it off as they continued to trek in the white space.

They didn’t know how long they were walking aimlessly in the seemingly endless place when they saw someone in the distance. The human blinked before walking up to the figure who was faced away from them, taking notice that the figure didn’t look like an angel or God.

The figure looked to be around 5’8 tall and was built like a brick house with dark colored skin. As MC got closer to the figure, they noticed that the figure was male. He had long, straight light brown hair that was pulled into a low ponytail. He turned around as the human approached him and MC noticed that he had dark grey eyes that seemed dazed and anxious. He was wearing a white hoodie, a dark blue denim jacket over the white hoodie and black jeans with black low-cut shoes.

“Oh thank Heavens, I thought I was the only one here. Do you know where we are?” The male asked, a hint of fear in his voice and MC felt awful. They realized that this was probably a human soul waiting for judgment so they decided to try and ease the other human.

“It’s alright. What’s the last thing you remember? Do you know your name?” MC walked up to the figure and he seemed to calm down as they got closer. “I’m Gale. The last thing I remember?”

Gale’s eyes widened before he looked down at his hands that were shaking. “I remember seeing blood. A lot of it. And… a knife?”

Oh poor guy. He was killed. MC felt bad but decided to tell the male where they were.

“We’re in Purgatory.” MC gestured to the place around them and he looked upset. “I’m sorry for what happened to you.”

“If we’re in Purgatory, does that mean that you are the angel assigned to judge my soul?” He asked and MC flushed before shaking their head immediately, their hair whipping around their face roughly. “No. No. I’m another human. Just like you.�� Gale stared at MC before asking bluntly, “So you’re dead too?”

“Something like that…” MC laughed nervously before they stated, “Why don’t we walk around for a bit? Maybe this is a test for us?” Gale nodded and the two started walking together.

“So what’s your story?” He asked and MC chuckled, staring off into the distance. “Well, I don’t remember anything except falling asleep but I was… am happy. The people I was staying with, I consider them my family. They mean everything to me.”

MC had a large smile on their face as they talked about the demon brothers. “I was living with seven people and they mean more to me than anything. I just love them with everything I am. If I had to, I would give up my life just for them if it meant they will be happy.”

“At first I didn’t like being around them, I mean, they kind of threatened to kill me numerous times.” MC let a couple of laughs escape their lips while Gale stared at them like they were crazy which probably wasn’t far from the truth. They looked down at their hands and said, “But now, I know that I mean the world to them. I would hate to lose them, even the oldest. Even if he says that I’m a nuisance. I know he really cares for me.”

“You must really love them, huh?” The other human asked and MC flushed, waving their arms around in a fluster. They deflated when they couldn’t come up with anything to disregard the accusation without lying before nodding shyly, “Yes.”

Gale stayed quiet before he spoke, surprising MC. “My fallen brothers are lucky to have someone like you in their life.”

“F-Fallen…?” MC turned to look at Gale who had a smirk on his face. The other human started to glow brightly causing them to cover their eyes from the pain. They blinked away the black dots that appeared in their vision as the light died down.

They turned to Gale and was surprised to see him wearing something entirely different. “It’s nice to finally meet you, MC.” Instead of the very human looking clothing, he was clad in a light beige tunic with a single elbow-length gathered sleeve, as well as a pair of slipper shoes. The thing that surprised MC was the brown and light gray wings that were shaped like those of a falcon perched high on his back and stretched up to the sky.

“I am Gabriel, the Symbol of Diligence.” Gabriel’s wings folded up behind him and the angel held a hand out for the human.

MC stared at the offered hand and spoke, “Gab…riel?” The angel chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he apologized. “Sorry for deceiving you but I wanted to see why Father thought you were so special since you don’t seem any different than the other humans that I have encountered.”

MC reached out, placing their hand in Gabriel’s. Gabriel lowered himself, turning their hand over so that their palm was facing upwards. The angel placed a chaste kiss on their open palm and MC let out a squeak at the sudden affection.

The Symbol of Diligence straightened up, his large wings fluttering slightly as he spoke, “I see that you really care for my fallen brothers. It wasn’t an act.”

“Act?” MC questioned, confusion evident on their face as Gabriel shrugged, “It just seems odd for some human to hold some kind of fascination and affection for demons, you know. I mean, you can’t tell me that it isn’t even just the slightest bit suspicious.”

MC looked downtrodden and Gabriel reached over, ruffling the human’s hair. “Hey. Don’t look so down. I didn’t mean anything by that. I always thought that it was just you trying to look into favors just like that other human, Solomon. Trust me when I say that the sorcerer is kinda shady.” Gabriel sighed before continuing, “I thought you were the same but I guess you aren’t and I can see why Father really favors you despite you not having magic.”

MC’s eyes lifted to look at Gabriel’s dark grey eyes who was staring at them fondly. The human tilted their head to the side and asked, “So this was some kind of test?”

“Let’s put it like that.” Gabriel answered, starting to walk which prompted the human to catch up with him. MC slowed down as they got in step with the angel. “It’s been a while since I visited the Celestial Realm. Maybe when I’m done talking to you, I should pop in and say hi to my brothers.”

“You see, I spend most of my time in the Human World.” MC looked surprised and the angel continued, “When the Celestial War finally ended, I didn’t feel comfortable being in the Celestial Realm so I stayed in the Human World. Father allowed me to in exchange that I help humans when they need guidance or when he needs a messenger for the humans.”

Gabriel tilted his head up to stare at the endless expanse of Purgatory, a tired look on his handsome face. “Maybe it’s time to finally see the other virtues.”

MC felt their heart twinge at the look on the angel’s face and spoke, “Did you enjoy the Human World?”

The virtue turned to look at the human who had a bright smile on their face. He allowed the corner of his lip to lift before he answered, “It was fun. Humans are really fascinating.”

Gabriel and MC continued to talk about the Devildom and the Human World until the human felt the now-familiar feeling of chills going down their spine. They looked at their fading hand and tilted their head to stare at Gabriel.

Gabriel dug into his tunic and retrieved a white envelope. He handed it to the human who clutched it tightly, almost scared that it would faze through their hand. Gabriel placed a hand on his hip, a cocky grin on his lips as he saluted the now fading human with two fingers and winking, “See ya later, sweet heart.”

Part 12?

Hiya guys. I don’t want to be the bringer of bad news but I’m sad to say that I need to go on hiatus on this story for a bit. Maybe until the second week of September.

I’m panicking about college since I still haven’t heard back from the college that I applied to and I don’t even know if I will go to school this year since this pandemic is weighing heavily on me as a freshman so I need time to focus on myself.

I hope you guys understand. I’m not going to abandon this. I just need to get my life together since this pandemic ruined all plans that I have.

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