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musings-of-a-rose · 4 months ago

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I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 6

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!reader nicknamed “Juni”

Word Count: 3500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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My eyes blink, trying to focus as I will them to open, my head spinning and aching at the back from whatever hit me. I bring my hand to the back of my head and feel a knot, but no blood. Or at least it’s dried. I hope that’s a good thing.

The floor beneath me is hard and dirty, which isn’t out of the norm, but a memory stirs at the back of my mind, pulling at the edges of memory.

“And they said Raiders can’t be sneaky!”

My eyes finally focus and I try to sit up, my head lightly scraping against a hard surface. I feel above me a hard roof, my fingers scrambling to try and find an edge. But then my eyes land on the bars in front of me and I realize - I’m in a cage. On all fours, I move around and finally find the door, which of course is firmly locked. I grip the bars, squeezing them tight before I shake the door gently. It doesn’t budge.

Part of me wants to scream and yell, but I’ve seen enough of those old movies to know that it won’t do me any good. No one will let me out or I wouldn’t be in here to begin with. I take a look around the dingy, poorly-lit room and see no one. Just half broken furniture and some rusty shelves with various parts of metal, some canned foods, and…is that a board game? It’s not until I see the needle full of Jet (a drug) on the table that I know who took me for certain. My memory was not failing me.

Raiders.

I have no idea why they would take me, but I do know that I’m fucked. It does give me a little hope that they haven’t done anything yet. Maybe they’re waiting for me to wake up….

I quickly lay back down, curling into the same position I had woken from. I keep my eyes open, studying my prison for as long as I can. But when I hear the footsteps growing closer, I close them gently, hoping that I can still look like I’m asleep. Heavy footsteps shuffle in, 2 sets as far as I can hear. I don’t dare open my eyes.

“Still out?” a deep voice asks.

“Seems so.” The bars of my cage rattle as the second man shakes the cage. I don’t move. “Yeah. I’d say she is.”

The first man groans. “I wish she’d wake up. Maybe the boss would let us torture her a bit while we’re waiting on Nightshade.”

Benny. Of course. That’s why they took me. Benny missed several drop offs and he’d assumed they would think he was dead. Apparently, he thought wrong.

“Yeah but the boss said no touching. That we’re waitin’ on what’s owed us. And Nightshade won’t be nice if we hurt what’s his.”

Some more grumbling from the first man before something clanks on the floor next to the bars of my cage and they shuffle out. I wait a few minutes before moving, making sure no one else was coming. When nothing happens, I crack an eye open and scan the area. A can of Pork N’ Beans sits next to the cage, slightly open with what I’m assuming is a fork sticking out of it. Next to it is a bottle of questionable at best water. My throat is terribly dry and my stomach betrays me with a low grumble at the sight of the can. I doubt they’re going to poison me, as they could’ve killed me at any time. That’s the Raider way. Same goes for drugging. They could’ve put a line in my or anything while I was out but they didn’t. They need me alive.

I take a very small sip of water and nibble from the can, making sure to place them back where they had been left, just in case they return quickly. They would think I was still out. But no one comes back and as the time goes on to what may be night, I start to wonder if they’ll come back. Maybe I’ll be left to die in this crate. I decide to chance another couple nibbles and sips, gently placing the containers back.

A few hours later, I hear another set of footsteps coming closer. I get back in my fake sleeping position, listening to whomever was shuffling in. Definitely different than the first 2 people. These steps are more confident, like they know what they’re doing. I hear them stop by the cage door, standing there for several moments before heading over to the couch and slumping down on it.

“I know you’re awake.”

Fuck. Well, no use pretending. I open my eyes and sit up as best as I can, staring at the man on the couch. He’s definitely a Raider, the patchy clothes and scars littering his shirtless body are a big indicator. As is the shoulder plate armor with giant spikes coming from it. He’s got a scar across his cheek and a tattoo of some kind of marking around his eyes. He scratches at the short mohawk on his head, plopping down another piece of armor from his body on the makeshift coffee table in front of him.

“I’m Draven. Who are you to Nightshade?”

Doesn’t even ask my name. Rude.

“Juni.”

“What’s a Juni?”

I scoff. “My name. Since you didn’t ask.”

He cocks his head slightly. “I’m shocked you told me. I thought you’d have told me to fuck off.”

I nod. “Thought about it.”

His eyebrows raise. “And?”

I shrug. “I figured it wouldn’t get me anywhere.”

He laughs. “Logical. I like that. And funny. No wonder Nightshade keeps you close. Well….most times anyway.”

I cross my arms, willing my nerves to calm down. “What do you want with him?”

“Ain’t you gonna ask me why you’re here?”

I gesture vaguely. “As a sort of bait or something from Nightshade, I assume.”

He nods. “Or something.” He glances down at the can and jar of water. “You can eat and drink. It’s not poisoned. Water might not be the cleanest but it’s what we got. We never got the parts to fix our purifier.”

I study him for a moment, his dark eyes looking more intense surrounded by the markings. I decide he’s telling the truth and reach for the bottle, taking several sips before setting it to the side and taking a few bites of the beans, my eyes never leaving Draven. He watches me finish eating before shifting on the couch to lay down, tossing his arm over his forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about my people hurtin’ you. I forbid it. As long as you’re cooperative.”

Is that supposed to be comforting? “How long am I going to be here?”

“Just waiting on your boss, hon.”

Boss? Keeps me close? It dawns on me that Draven must think I’m Nightshade’s property. He has no clue how deep Benny’s love for me is. He may not even think that Benny will come for me, but decided to take the chance.

Draven yawns loudly. “I figure I have nothing to lose. On one hand, if he shows, I’ll be able to get what’s ours. On the other, if he doesn’t think you’re worth it, I get a pretty girl to keep all to myself. Either way, I win.”

I feel the color drain from my face, even though I kind of figured that it wouldn’t end well for me if Benny didn’t show. Question is, how soon will he make it here? Will it be in time?

On the 3rd day in my cage, I’m wakened by various yells and whoops, Draven quickly sitting up on the couch. He looks over at me, a sickly sweet smile spreading across his face as the commotion grows louder.

“Bet that’s your boss.”

The door flies open and a Raider walks in, chest heaving from excitement. “It’s him. It’s The Nightshade!”

Before I can think, my cage door is ripped open and the Raider grips my ankle, dragging me across the cage floor. I try to kick out, but he pins me, Draven coming over to calmly tie my hands behind my back. I knew it wouldn’t work, trying to escape, but I had to give it a shot. Draven hauls me up, gripping the binds at my wrists as he leans in to my ear.

“Let’s go say hi.”

He grips the binds tight, the rope digging further into my skin as he pulls me along, pushing his way through a crowd of people all staring at something on the ground. We break through the crowd and I have to choke back a cry. On the ground is Benny, one Raider on either side of him hauling him up, his arms outstretched on either side. His lip is busted and he spits a glob of blood out on the ground, looking up at Draven.

“Nightshade. You’re alive.”

Benny pulls a little at each Raider but they hold strong. “I am.”

Draven chuckles, deep in his chest. “And here we thought you were dead. After all, you stopped deliverin’ what was agreed upon.”

“You think I’d go back on a deal?”

Draven watches him for a moment. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you tell your partner here where the load is, then.” Draven yanks me from behind him, pulling me around front and holding me to his body. My eyes find Benny’s and, even though we are not safe by any means, I take comfort from his gaze, a brief flicker of concern before rage sets in, that darkness enveloping his face.

“You let her go and we can talk.”

Draven does that chuckle again. “Now why would I let my insurance go? She’s my guarantee that you’ll do as I say.”

Benny’s jaw clenches. He hates this. I can’t say I’m too fond of it either.

“I’ll bring you what’s owed.”

“That you will,” Draven smiles down at him. “Maybe we’ll start with her. She has such smoothe skin.” He brushes the backside of a crooked finger down my cheek and I jerk my head away from him as his finger continues to trace a path down my neck.

It’s as if I’m watching things happen in slow motion. Benny jerks his arms once, no doubt the enhancements he’s received taking over as both Raiders go flying. He stands, pulling guns from each of the Raiders and aiming at the ones currently charging him. He always hits a mark, but there’s so many of them. They all rush him, the sound of clashing metal and gunfire deafening in the small circle. But then battle cries and screams sound from the opposite side and the Raiders scatter slightly as men clad in umpire gear and a familiar brown pointed hat come charging in. The Minutemen and Diamond City have arrived, the Raiders momentarily surprised by their abrupt appearance.

This is so much faster than the films. But while they started strong, the Raiders are more willing to take a life and they start to overpower the Minutemen and Diamond City and it sounds like they’re losing. And Fast. Draven pulls me tighter to him and I feel a knife being pressed to my side, his heavy breathing in my ear warm, fanning down my neck. And then he bursts from the crowd, blood spattered across his face and clothes, chest heaving.

Benny!

He takes a step forward, but then the ground shakes, a deafening roar sounding loud over the sounds of fighting as a giant dinosaur looking thing comes stomping into view. It’s tall, at least 20 feet tall, curved horns adorning it’s face, scaly skin, standing on 2 legs, 2 long arms with sharp claw-like fingers at the end. And it hits me - this must be a Deathclaw.

“Fuck!” Draven yells from behind me, yanking me along with him as everyone starts running, some people trying to shoot the thing and take it down. We lose Benny in our escape, and honestly, I’m too terrified to try and slow him down. We have to get away from that thing!

As the sounds of the deathclaw and fighting start to fade a little, a shot bounces off the ground next to us. Draven clutches me to him and spins, the knife poking my side again and I gasp at the pain. My hands grip the arm he has pinned across my chest, frantically turning me side to side to find the shooter. But he doesn’t have to look long as Benny appears from nowhere, his dark jacket flapping in the breeze. He aims his pistol at Draven.

“Just give her to me and I’ll get you what’s owed. Then I’m out.”

Draven squeezes me a little tighter. “She must be more important to you than I thought for you to bring the literal cavalry in.”

Benny shrugs, but I know it’s for show. I can see the tension in his body, in the small movements of his face that I’m so attuned to. “Hard to find good help.”

“Mmm. Well, if she’s not so important, maybe I’ll just keep her. Trade you for her.”

Benny sighs. “Don’t make me kill you, Draven. You’re smarter than all those other Raiders.”

“You’re right. Maybe I’ll just keep her and kill you. Best of both worlds.”

If I hadn’t been staring at his face, I would’ve missed the nearly imperceptible glance Benny gave me, his eyes dropping ever so slightly before snapping back to Draven, who had been rambling on about the horrible things he’d do to me. Slowly, I loosen my grip on Draven’s arm, lowering my own to my sides. I try to tell Benny I love him and trust him with my gaze but I don’t know if he saw it.

“-and then, only when I’m done with her, I’ll toss her to my-”

BANG!

A loud gunshot rings out, my own voice screaming with it. Draven drops to the floor, instantly dead with a bullet in between his eyes. Benny lowers his gun and runs to me, holding me to him.

“Hey, sshh hey it’s me. You’re ok, Juni. I’ve got you.”

My breathing starts to shorten and I start gasping for breath a little. “Benny?”

He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes wide with fear. They start to rake over my body, but I know where it is. I reach my side and pull my fingers back, blood covering them.

“No! Fuck!” Benny grabs me as I slump, my limbs already going cold. He must have hit an organ.

“I l-love y-you, Ben..Benny,” I say, gasping for breath.

Benny holds me, but before he can reply, that same screech comes bellowing at us. Benny turns his head, staring at the deathclaw as it charges us. He turns back to me and holds me tighter, trying to shield me from whatever violent attack was about to happen.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m so sorry, Juni. I love you.”

His tears splash on my face, joining my own. It may be because I’m dying, but I hear what sounds like a vertibird (a sort of helicopter) propeller. And machine gun fire, the screaming from the deathclaw indicating it had been hit. Multiple times. Benny tears his face from mine, looking through the dust at the deathclaw, who was falling on his side, sliding across the dirt, dead.

“Hey! Help! Get a stimpak!” Benny screams from somewhere above me, one of his arms leaving me to wave.

I look up at the sky and I see it then, a large vertibird descending upon us, someone in power armor hopping out. I must be dying because I swear I see Frankie in the pilot’s chair as the stomping from the power armor gets closer.

“Here! Stimpak now!” Benny yells and the stomps come closer as my eyes start fluttering. The last thing I see before I pass out is Santi’s face appearing from behind the power armor helmet, leaning over me as Benny comes into view, a pinch in my side before I pass out.

Sunlight streams across my face, the warmth and brightness rousing me from sleep. I blink, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. As my vision acclimates, I look around the room I’m in. It’s plain, medical. Like a military med tent. I feel a weight on my hand and look down to see Benny, asleep on said hand. His face is turned towards me and I take advantage of the quiet to study his face. It’s peaceful in sleep, the white of his scars even seems subdued. And I’m struck again by how handsome he is and just how lucky I am that he loves me back. I reach over and brush back some hair from his face as he stirs beneath my touch. His eyes open and he finds mine already watching him. He sits up, taking my hand in his.

“You’re awake! How do you feel?”

How do I feel? “A little sore but alive. What happened?”

Benny cups my face and leans towards me, kissing my gently before pulling back, giving me a small smile. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

He sits back and takes my hand again. “Draven stabbed you. There was so much blood. You were…” he swallows hard and I squeeze his hand in reassurance. “You were dying. And then that deathclaw found us. He was charging and I thought..well I thought if you were dying, then I’d go with you. I was going to protect you as best I could. But then Frankie and Santi showed up and mowed that fucker down.”

“So that was Frankie and Santi? For real?”

He nods. “Yeah! I wasn’t sure they even got my message but apparently they did. Santi got to you just in time. He jammed a stimpak in your side, but you had passed out. We weren’t sure the stimpak would work in time.” He takes a deep breath. “But you did. Once it seemed you were stable enough, we loaded you up and they took us back to base. We’re in a Brotherhood med tent right now.”

“And the Raiders? Won’t they retaliate?”

Benny chuckles. “Those knuckleheads? The only one of them that had half a brain cell was Draven and he’s dead. The others? Most of them died during the fight. Maybe a few survived but we won’t see anything from them.” We sit in silence for a moment before his eyes drop from mine. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you.”

I cup his face. “What? No, Benny you did what you could. You couldn’t just come running in. We wouldn’t have made it out alive.”

Benny laughs. “That’s exactly what Will and Tom said. They said you’d kill me yourself for coming in without a plan.”

“And they were right.”

“Tom gathered up all the Diamond City guards and Lauren got in touch with your Minutemen. They came as quick as they could. I’ve never seen Preston that mad. Anyway, you saw what happened.”

My mind flashes back to the battle and I shake my head. “When can we leave?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

I smile at him. “Let’s go home.”

1 year later…

“And then I mowed that yao gui (mutated bear) down!” Santi boasts.

Frankie snorts. “Yeah but it took you a week to scrub your shit from the inside of that power armor!”

We all laugh as Santi throws an empty Pork ‘N Beans can at Frankie’s head. “Pendejo. How many yao guis have you stood in front of?” They bicker like brothers back and forth for another few minutes, eventually walking back towards the kitchen to get more food.

Benny and I had returned to Sanctuary Hills, bringing Santi and Frankie with us. They helped refortify the perimeter and took turns on watch. They left for a run to Diamond City and came back a month later with Will and Lauren, Tom and Molly opting to stay behind in Diamond City. Tom was too connected with his bar and Molly and the kids loved it there. But what surprised us most was that Santi brought back with him a girl, Jamie, who fit right in the moment she came inside the gates.

Benny comes to stand next to me, draping his arm around my shoulders. He tips my chin to him with his pointer finger and kisses me, deepening it momentarily before pulling back. He smiles and rubs his nose against mine before resting his head on mine.

As I feel Benny next to me and look out at all of our friends, my heart fills with happiness and gratitude that we all somehow managed to make it, together, past the end of the world. And that we would be able to survive whatever this wasteland throws our way.

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swarvey · 7 months ago

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Enamored with Paper Rings right now. It’s written so, so well 🥺 Do you have any headcanons about meeting Harvey in college/taking over the farm years after that?

meeting harvey in college | harvey x gn!reader

summary -> after meeting harvey during college, the two of you hit it off right away, slowly growing to become more than friends.

a/n: ahhh tysm!!!! that means a lot <33 i hope you enjoy!! reader and harvey are at med school btw

harvey

the two of you met during freshman year of university while taking the same course

after being placed in the same group project together for the semester, you hit it off with him right away

harvey, though? it was pretty much love at first sight.

you best believe this man purposefully chose his seat near you because he thought you were cute. not that he'll ever tell you that

it didn't help that he was completely enamored with your personality

(nearly imploded the first time you laughed at one of his jokes)

knew he wanted to be with you pretty much right away, but he also didn't want to rush you

so, being the man that he is, he waited patiently until you were ready to express your own feelings before showing you how much he cares about you.

freshman year

"this is impossible," you groan, letting your head fall onto the mattress beneath you. "i quit."

harvey laughs, rolling his chair over to the bed and gently lifting you up by your hoodie. "unfortunately, you can't quit," he tells you, smiling at your frown. "the rest of our groupmates quit half a semester ago, so it's up to us to save our grades."

you sigh deeply as you force yourself to sit up, grabbing your laptop and pulling it onto your lap. as you begin to work — swearing under your breath about your "good for nothing groupmates" — harvey sneaks a look at you once in a while, admiring the way you bite your lip in thought and squint your eyes at the screen.

he wants to be with you, of course he does. he thinks any guy who doesn't should get schedule a check-up with their doctor, since they obviously aren't thinking straight. no, the problem isn't that he doesn't have feelings for you — it's that you can't seem to tell he does. while he knows he should use his time at college to explore and meet new people, he can't shake the fact that, to be frank, you're really the only one he can picture himself with.

"harvey, can you look at this? i swear this doesn't make sense."

"sure!" shaking out of his daydream, harvey sits beside you on the bed, trying not to pay attention to the way your arms are pressed against each other.

while others may move on after realizing their feelings aren't returned, harvey figures he doesn't mind waiting a little bit, especially if the reward is having you all to himself.

sophomore year

"how do i look?"

harvey turns to look at you as you emerge from your bedroom, bashfully showing off your halloween costume with a broad grin. you're dressed up as one of your favorite video game characters, your hair and make-up done perfectly by your friend. she stands next to you with a proud look on her face, eyes digging into his skull. he can basically hear her daring him to say you look bad.

"amazing," he voices, watching as she nods in satisfaction and walks away.

"honestly, harvs, you couldn't have been a little more creative?" you ask, tugging at his lab coat. "you realize we're in med school, right? so half the people we see tonight are going to be wearing this."

he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i couldn't think of anything else," he mumbles. "it's not like i'm trying to impress anyone, anyway."

you hum, nonchalantly fixing his collar and centering his stethoscope. "well, at least you look all cleaned up — maybe you'll catch someone's eye," you tease.

yet again, you don't notice how he stiffens, letting out a quick breath when your hands graze his neck. it's been a year now, and harvey has no idea how you haven't noticed his feelings for you. still, he's been patient, and he truly doesn't mind waiting; it's not like there's a downside, in his mind. the two of you have grown even closer since freshman year, even finding time to see each other during the summer.

"alright, ready?" you ask, grabbing the sides of his arms and laughing when he jumps. "geez, harvey, i know it's halloween, but you don't have to be so on edge. i'm here to protect you!" you cross your arms, feigning toughness.

"really?" he doubts, giving you a questionable look.

you nod, the air leaving your lungs when your friend pokes your side. "we're all doomed if you're supposed to save us," she jokes. you laugh as she starts pulling you to the door, calling for harvey to follow.

he barely hears her, though, hearing only your bright laughter and seeing only your amused eyes.

i can wait.

junior year

harvey is growing tired of this.

he watches helplessly as you talk to a senior — a senior who is clearly attracted to you, by the way — and allow him to pour you another drink. he scowls at the greedy look in his gaze, his eyes raking you up and down as you sip out of your cup. he knows you're clueless and remembers how excited you were to socialize at the formal, especially since this upperclassman is known to be at the top of his class, but truthfully?

he doesn't give a damn.

"oh, harvey!" you say, eyes brightening when he walks over. he doesn't even look at you as he grabs your arm, locking it with his. he can feel you staring at him, his ears burning with embarrassment as he faces the senior.

"what are the two of you talking about?" he asks, his hold on you tightening when the older student leans forward slightly.

"nothing of concern," he says, eyeing your hand clutching harvey's arm. "just some personal techniques i've learned over the years."

harvey's lips form a grim line on his face as he glares at him, the music playing in the background seeming to fade away. he can sense the intentions of the other student, knowing if he weren't there, he would be purposefully getting you drunk to do god knows what with you.

"we're leaving," harvey declares, "but thanks for sharing your insight with them. i'll be sure to ask all about it when we get back."

without another word, harvey drags you out of the room despite your small protests, focusing only on getting you away from the creep. he lets out a breath of relief as you make it outside, resting his hands on his knees for a moment before straightening to look at you with worry-filled eyes.

"what were you thinking?" he scolds, scanning you quickly as if checking for injuries. "can't you tell when someone is trying to take advantage of you? how much have you had to drink? here, take my jacket, it's getting chilly out—"

his words get caught in his throat when you lean forward and hug him tightly, your head resting on his chest.

"what would i do without you, harvey?" you quietly ask, pulling away to look at him with a gaze he's never seen before. "no one's ever cared about me like you, you know that?"

harvey clears his throat, looking away as he gently wraps his arms around you. "i think you had a little too much to drink," he says, attempting to pull you off. "i'll take you home, okay? we can talk more tomorrow—"

before he can finish his sentence, your lips are covering his, your arms now thrown around his neck as his hands find the small of your back. after a moment of shock, he's kissing you back, eyes shut as he pulls you closer to him.

when you break off, he looks at you with wide eyes, blinking as he registers what just happened. his cheeks are tinted red.

you yawn, grabbing his arm once again and leaning on him. "i'm tired," you mutter. "let's go home."

"r-right, let's get you to bed. we can talk about this after you get some rest." wordlessly, he begins to walk you home, hoping with his entire being that you won't forget this by the morning.

senior year

adrenaline rushes through harvey's body as everyone throws their caps into the air, celebratory horns blaring in his ears as everyone begins to file out of the stadium. he can hardly believe it's been four years already — it feels like it was just yesterday he was meeting you in class for the first time, already drawn in by your curious eyes.

after greeting his parents and taking some pictures with them, he promises to be right back before racing off to find you, his bouquet of flowers still in hand. he quickly searches the crowd, knowing you should be around this area, but is stopped in his tracks when you practically pounce on him.

"we did it!" you exclaim excitedly, swaying him from side to side. your family watches amusedly as he shyly waves at them. "we actually graduated, can you believe it?"

"well, i can believe i graduated," he teases. "i'm not sure about you."

"hey! i used my resources well throughout college, alright?" you defend, pushing him away lightly.

"i'm kidding." he pulls you to his side, quickly stealing a peck on your lips when no one's watching.

you sigh, looking down at the cap in your hands. "i can't believe it's over," you express. "it went by so fast."

he nods in agreement, watching as everyone celebrates with their families. "keep in mind, i spent nearly three of those years chasing after you."

"you never said anything!"

"did i need to? i'm sure everyone else knew except for you."

"and whose fault is that?"

"alright, enough fighting!" harvey's mom laughs, walking up to your family and greeting them. "let's take a picture of you two."

"ready?" his dad calls, angling his camera. "smile!"

after developing the photo a week later, harvey notices that, while you're brightly grinning at the camera, he's too busy smiling down at you, reveling in the fact that all his waiting didn't go to waste.

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv x farmer #sdv x reader #stardew valley x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #stardew harvey #stardew harvey x reader #stardew valley harvey #sdv fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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jazz-miester · 2 years ago

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Nsfw One-shot with Bayverse!Optimus, please;)

BtwI’m OBSESSED with your works. I LOVE EM.

I Have Found My Peace In You

Paring: Bayverse Optimus x Reader

Reader type: Gender Nuetral Bot

Song: Would that I- Hozier

Warnings: Smut lol

An: Oh hell yes. Fukin love bayverse Optimus my dude. And i'm glad you like my stuff so much! It means a lot that ya like it lol.

(Also I just did my nails and holy fuck is it hard to type in them. Rip.)

You felt more than saw Optimus come up behind you.His servos settling on your hips before sliding up and over your stomach plating. His helm fell in the crook of your shoulder and neck. His lips pressed to the cabling there. A warm huff of air had you shivering as a smile curved your lips.

"And what are you up to?" Optimus was in a meeting the last time you checked. Something about Autobot and Human alliances that would greatly improve upon the scarce supplies you all had.

You lent back against his chassis as your fingers hovered above the keyboard you were previously engaged with.

"Is it a crime for me to see my Conjunx?" Optimus spoke into your neck. You caught sight of his optics in the reflection of the holo screen. The look of them sent a shiver down your back struts. Often that look was accompanied with your thighs on either side of his helm.

"It is when you are giving me such a look." You could feel him smile. His helm dipping down before nipping at your neck. You yelped and jumped as he soothed it with another kiss. You laughed as smacked at one of his arms wrapped around your waist.

Optimus's response was a laugh of his own and to squeeze your briefly. The sound of it had your spark fluttering. So rare a sound it was anymore. It was pleasant when he did. You couldn't help but wonder what had him in such a light mood.

"Truly, it is your fault. How could I handle myself." He paused pressing yet another kiss to to your neck. "When you are looking the way your are." Optimus couldn't help but find you to be nothing short of divine. The suns low light highlighted all his favorite parts of you. Coupled with the fact that this meeting had actually went well for once. Optimus found himself craving you.

His helm rose digits capturing your chin to turn you towards him. Optimus pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He took a moment to take all of you in. Optics following the lines and curves of your faceplates. Then there was a tug at your bond. Full of want and desire. Warmth and love. Letting you know just how much he loved you in that moment. The here and the now in between the quiet lull of the war.

"Optimus. I do have reports to finish." They really were not important. You just wanted to tease. You were swiftly turned before your digits could touch the keyboard. The small of your back pressed against it as Optimus leaned forward towards you. You could hear the holo screen going wild until Optimus reached behind you and turned it off.

"The reports can wait." He pressed a kiss to your jaw. One servo traveling over your hip and up your waist.

"Do you really think Ratchet or Lennox would be ok with that?" Optimus huffed an pressed his helm against yours.

"I am the Prime. They can come to me if there is such an issue with it." With a laugh you pulled him in for another kiss. Arms moving to wrap around his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs before resting you on the keyboard.

Foolish decision really. But with him kissing along your neck like this? You were able to discard any real hard feelings about it.

"Oh for the love of Primus. Get a room you two!" Optimus turned to reveal and angry-ish Ratchet. The old war medic was shaking his helm and wagging a digit. Reminding you of one of the old ladies on the rom coms that Bumblebee liked to watch time to time.

"We are in a room old friend. Unless you intend to watch I suggest you leave." You barked out a laugh and smacked his chest with your servo.

"Optimus Prime don't you dare!" You could hear Ironhide laughing while he left just ask quickly as he came pulling a peeved looking Mudflap along with him.

"Absolutely not! I will not have you getting transfluids all over my equipment! Out! The both of you!" Laughing the entire time Optimus pulled you away from the keyboard and holo screen and down the hall. Leaving as you heard Ratchet mumbling about. "A Prime" And "To old to be acting like a couple of younglings freshly bonded."

The short trip down the hall and to the Autobots barracks seemed longer than usual. Then again you were very preoccupied with you lips against Optimus's neck cablings. You could feel his growing heat and hear the hushed growling in his throat.

There was a bond feedback as you felt just how much you were effecting him and honestly you didn't find yourself caring. Instead continuing on with what you were doing with and added roll of your hips against his,

He really did growl then as the door to your habsuit was thrown open. The door all but slammed closed behind the both of you.

You were laid down on the berth with a bit more care and a lot more gently. Optimus hovered above you. His optics cycling as the want went through him.

"Do you realize what you do to me My Spark?" His arms were braced on either side of you. His knees pressed to the berth on either side of your hips. "Truly, you drive me to insanity." His lips found yours. Drawing you close to him. His sweetened breath on yours as his servo came to cradle your face plates before he pulled away. His thumb brushing against your cheek.

"Oh? And you think i'm the unaffected party here?" You turned and pressed a kiss to the palm of his servo. "Really, you've been neglecting me. Being gone for so long." You looked up at him with lidded optics. "You come. Command your troops with that voice of yours and i'm supposed to pretend that i'm ok? It's torture really. I'd imagine it's in that geneva conventions that the humans have."

Optimus laughed. His servo moving away from your jaw to play at the seems on your chassis. "Oh I've been neglecting you now?" His frame moved languidly downwards. Leaving a trail of kisses while he moved before settling between your spread thighs. "Please, allow me to rectify it."

"Mmm. No." Optimus's optics went wide.

"No?" He hummed. "Even if I do this?" His lips pressed against your thighs. To the spot just above your modesty plating. A free servo traveling to the edge of your chassis. Playing at the seems that would lead to your spark chamber.

A surge of pleasure ran through your energy field. The bastard.

Your hips rolled of their own record as he did it again and again. Switching between moving slowly. Smoothly. Like the waves on a calm ocean. Before switching it to a rapid movement. Sure and firm.

Optimus pressed a kiss to your now heated plating. "May I?" He asked. His voice low and hoarse. "Please?" He gave you that same look he had earlier. A soft want pulled at your spark.

You knew that you could end this here. Have everything come to a stop. But then there was the needing. The craving of your conjunx that you have spent to little time with him as of late. Cybertronians are long lived, not immortal.

You let your plating fall back. Both your spike and valve open to the cool air of your habsuit.

Optimus took his sweet time. Trailing kisses to every but the place you craved it most. One servo gently wrapped around your spike as he slowly moved his servo up and down. Taking his time to gather the fluid leaking from its tip before dragging it back down.

Finally. Finally he moved to your valve. Dragging his glossa between your folds before wrapping his lips around your node. He did this again and again as he slowly stroked your spike.

Your hips moved as he did this. Optimus humming as he looked up at you. Watching as you came undone before him. You babbled after a bit. Telling him how much you loved him. Just how good he was and "Oh right there. Please. Frag please don't stop." He hummed again his his digits curled within in you. His mouth now swallowing your spike instead as he pumped his digits in and out of you.

"Optimus.Im. Fraggit." You voice was breathless. Optimus's free servo grabbed one of yours. Settling your joined servos on your stomach as he moved his helm up and down. Optics not once leaving yours as you finally released. Helm thrown back as Optimus swallowed all you had to offer.

"Was that enough of an apology My Spark?" Optimus spoke as he moved upwards. You digits smeared at your own fluids on his face. Wet and shiny it was. The mech always made a mess despite all your complaints. Then again you ever really complained to much. You got to overload repeatedly after all.

"Maybe." You laughed and gave him a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips as you did so.

"Oh? And what else could you want?" His lips found yours against and again. Your digits dug at every exposed seem of his you could find. Tweaking and pulling at cables and wiring that sent shivers down the Primes frame.

"Your spike. In me." You spoke it near his audial. His mouth once again finding your neck cabling. You hoped that there wouldn't be any bruising. Not wanting to endure the teasing you would sure get from Ironhide and Sideswipe after wards. But after the stunt the two of you pulled in the command center of all places it was sure to happen anyways.

"As My Spark wishes." Optimus pulled himself upwards. Pulling your legs around his hips as he drew you in close. For a brief moment the two of you fumbled with pillows and blankets to place beneath your hips.

His own plating fell back after that. His spike springing out from its housing and bobbing briefly from the force of it.

Optimus moved his spike against your valve. The tip of it brushing against your node had your thighs shivering. Your valve gripping at nothing as you waited for him to finally push into you. You would have began cursing the Prime for not moving sooner until he finally did just that.

He moved slowly. Tourturessly into you. Inch by inch as your valve swallowed him greedily. Optimus paused for a moment when he was full into you. His frame bowed over you. His mouth slightly opened as he cycle cooled air into himself.

Optimus muttered a few curses as he rolled his hips. Dragging his spike against the nodes within you. He did it again and again before pulling out as sliding back within.

He picked up a steady rhythm then. A steady push and pull of his hips.

"Look at you." He muttered. "Taking my spike so well." His vocalizer spat static. His venting just as eratic as yours. "You are doing so good My Spark. Taking me just like that. You feel so good around me." His helm pressed against yours.

"Open your optics." You hadn't noticed that you ever closed this. Enveloped in the pleasure he was bringing out of you. "Open your optics. I want to see you overload. I want you to see what you are doing to your Prime."

He was absolutely undone before you. The crackling charge of your fields in the air. Optimus's optics were blown wide and utterly entranced with your own.

"That's it. That's my good spark. That's it." Optimus rumbled out. His frame shaking from the way he spoke it.

You could feel the growing pleasure coil within you. Winding tighter and tighter with the drag of his hips. Optimus uttered a curse. Then another as his digits found your node. Winding quick tight circles around it until that coil snapped. Broke. Your release followed by his.

He spoke your name. Uttered it like a prayer as your highs came down. Again and again as he kissed along your jaw. His hips pulling away from yours as he fell to your side.

Optimus drew you close to him. Curling his frame around yours.

The two of you laid on your sides facing each other. One of your arms was looped around his. Your other servo cradled his face as he did yours. His other arm was your pillow. Your leg were entwined together as you basked in each others presence.

The two of you said little. As it wasn't needed in the moment. You had almost fallen into recharge if it wasn't for Optimus speaking.

"I am sorry. For not being around more." You could hear the remorse in his voice. You optics opened. Your spark sank and you could feel him on the other side of the bond.

Guilt.

"You are around plenty. Optimus. There is no need to apologize." You pulled him close. Letting him rest his helm against your chassis.

"Still." You stopped him before he could finish.

"Speak on it no longer my Prime. You are here now. And I cherish the time I have with you. It is the effort that you make that brings me peace. Now quiet. Rest. And let me love you." With that Optimus sighed. Wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Basking in the glow of the one his spark was closest to.

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anticidic · 1 month ago

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89 + fyozai for the spotify wrapped fic ask game?

#89: Nothing Ever Dies — Kamelot

Here we are Under the same old sun All alone yet somehow bound and unified Dust to dust Ashes to ashes won't take long We search for a harbour, somewhere to belong

“Us meeting by chance like this yet again in the same alley—” Fyodor stopped short and blinked with a show of concern, his eyes shifting to the blade of a knife pointed at him.

They were an arm’s length apart. One swipe from Dazai and Fyodor wouldn’t be able to react before it was too late.

Then Fyodor’s features softened, and his frown gave way to a splitting smile. "Not even five seconds after greeting you, you're already so hostile." He held his hands up, but Dazai did not buy the act. Another one of Fyodor's ways of pretending to be concerned about his life being put at risk. A reaction any other person would have.

A reaction that made sense to anyone who wasn't Fyodor. Dazai bared his teeth in a sneer and narrowed his eyes with a burning intent to kill.

"Death is too good for you. Even the deepest pits of hell wouldn't want something like you, Dostoevsky. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. That's why you've been here the last several years wandering Yokohama like a ghost. How miserable and boring."

Snow drifted through the air and fell down around them. Fyodor reached out with a hand to catch some of the flakes in his palm, watching the dust build up and spill over. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing," he said, dumping the snow and looking back up. "As if...you don't know what that feels like yourself. I can think of worse fates, Dazai-kun, like a homeless beggar passing away on the cold ground as the snow piles up."

"You forget people change," Dazai started as he approached, the grip he had on the knife white-knuckled and pointed at Fyodor's chest—right where the heart was, "people get older, people die, we lose a few along the way and meet others. Maybe once I could've agreed with that line of logic of yours that hasn't changed since the day we met." A light smile played on his lips while Fyodor stared back unfazed, maybe plotting a way out of the conversation by way of another sniper gunning down Dazai. But no. No one would be out in this godforsaken weather if they didn't have to be. Only people like him, like Fyodor, were out all hours of the night and through all weathers during the day. "But I don't agree with it now, because I've changed my way of thinking over the years, but you still haven't changed. You're the same Dostoevsky, whether for better...or for worse."

Striking Fyodor down where he stood was too good for him. Even if Dazai's blows carried anger, despair, chaos and Fyodor left the world for good and left him finally, it was not enough. Death was not enough. Nothing would ever be enough. They were alike in many ways, but the mean little light in Fyodor's dead eyes told him this: where Dazai went through the motions waiting to die because he couldn't find anything worth sticking around for, Fyodor wanted death because it would give him the last laugh.

If Dazai killed him, Fyodor won. He was best left alive. Suffering. He wanted to be taken out by someone, and Dazai would not give that to him. He had never seen someone so silently miserable that they made it their life mission to spread it to others like the plague.

Once, maybe when he was fifteen or sixteen and probably not eighteen, Dazai felt the same way. But not now. What looked back at him resembled Fyodor, but Dazai also saw an old piece of himself somewhere in there. And it made his skin crawl.

"Go on," Fyodor said, steps light and airy against the frosted ground. Closer, closer yet. Until the tip of the blade touched his chest and he had a look of dare. Please go on, you know you want to do it. You'd probably feel better getting rid of someone as bad as you. The words went unsaid. But Dazai could hear that taunting voice in the back of his mind. “Your hesitation to kill me when you have the chance strikes me as odd. As if you’re conflicted. Is this also supposed to be one of your changes you went on about? You think yourself a better man now though you know blood as much as I do?”

Something cold brushed against Dazai's fingers and for a moment he thought it was Fyodor grabbing him, but even the subzero temperatures and wind blowing through his hair were warmer than how Fyodor felt. His breaths came out in tiny, white puffs and nothing came from Fyodor. As if he was holding his breath. Or...or could not process the cold because he was even colder than it.

“You’ll die. But you won’t die when you want to, it’ll be when I want you to,, because otherwise what's the fun in it, huh? I'd be disappointed if you let me kill you right here and right now so easily.”

Instead, he put the knife away and walked off. His footsteps faded the more they grew apart until Dazai paused by the alleyway entrance and breathed out quietly. He was no ghost, but he felt equally restless letting Fyodor go this one time. Was it a terrible mistake? Maybe this would’ve been his one shot to end things for good and put another great and terrible part of his past behind him. Perhaps, even death yearned for comfort in the meaningless rituals of the living.

“We’ll both die someday. Your body will be marked by scars and sins people couldn’t forgive you for and you couldn’t forgive yourself for, just like everyone else in this world.”

The words, Fyodor’s confession, his mocking declaration, pierced Dazai’s mind. He flinched. Not from their thousand cuts, but from the bite of the cold lashing against his cheeks.

“What do you suppose will kill you, Dostoevsky?”

A pause.

“God.”

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malarign · 2 years ago

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sometimes we don't get what we deserve

(when you comfort him after a harsh breakup)

contains: bff!Jay x fem!reader | genre: angst | tw! breakup, lots of crying | wc: 0,9k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

Pouring rain perfectly captured complicated emotions on the boy that lied down on your lap, sobbing loudly. You tried everything you could in order to make his day better but nothing seemed to work. But you couldn’t feel anything apart from pity for your best friend. Anybody after such a harsh breakup mixed up with witnessing their partner cheating would be in such a state as Jay was at that moment. Her being his first girlfriend didn’t make things any better. Words like: “I’ll never fall in love anymore” or “Why would she do that to me” escaped his mouth in between his crying session. All while you tried soothing his pain by ruffling his hair.

“Jay you’re gonna dehydrate yourself,” you said completely serious. “Let me get you some water.”

“Don’t you dare move,” he said sending you a threatening glare. “Don’t even think of leaving me right now”

“No please don’t…” you thought to yourself just for him to say what you predicted.

“Just like she did!” he cried bawling his eyes out.

“That’s enough!” You had enough of his hopeless state. “Jay you better get up, right now. We’re going on a trip,” you spoke firmly knowing how he loved spontaneous trips, praying his current state wouldn’t change that affinity.

“Where?” he asked making you sigh in relief.

“Surprise.”

Both of you sat in your car, and none of you spoke any words during the ride, silence engulfing you in a warm embrace. While waiting for a green light you took a quick glance at your friend. His tired eyes were still a little bit swelled, hair a total mess. Yet he still looked as good as always, no matter how long he had cried that night.

After a while you stopped a car, snapping Jay out of his unmatched thoughts.

“Y/n what are we doing here? Why the beach?” he asked but you already jumped out of the car. Without saying a word he followed you, stepping out of the comfortable car to stand in the pouring rain. To your surprise, he didn’t ask any questions or protest against your questionable techniques to make him feel at least a bit better. Because when it came to his well-being he trusted you fully.

Even though the rain never stopped pouring, the weather was warm, just like any day in the middle of the rainy season. You walked on the path leading to the beach. Feeling you started to feel the water in your shoes you took them off and left on your way. Jay just like a lost puppy followed all of your steps, leaving his pair next to yours.

You stopped your tracks to watch wild waves from a safe distance. You looked at your friend wondering if the droplets of water are caused by his tears, the rain, or both of them.

“Do you feel any better?” you asked, hoping for a positive answer.

“I don’t know,” he answered simply, before glancing at you, eyes even more exhausted than before. Never in your life have you felt worse than right now. You had never seen Jay in such a miserable state, all because one girl.

“Then scream.”

The simplicity of your statement made him frown. “What?”

“Scream, Jay. Nobody’s gonna hear you here. Just me, you and the sea.”

Jay thought for a second, the idea of just screaming his heart out seemed ridiculous, but also strangely liberatory.

So he did.

He screamed until he could’t think of anything else he wanted to say.

He screamed until all the tears he had left were resting on his burning cheeks.

He screamed until his heart stopped beating so fast, and gradually slowing down its pace.

“Am I not deserving to be loved?” he whispered lowering his head.

You bit your lips lightly, relieved to see your friend pouring his heart and worries out, but also concerned by the last thing he said. You hugged him tightly, him hugging you back almost immediately. Both of you sat on wet sand still in each other embrace.

“Jay, you, out of all the people I know, deserve to be loved the most,” you whispered feeling your own salty tears brimming in your eyes. “Sometimes we don’t get what we deserve, though. You are the most hard-working, loyal, inteligent and beautiful man I know, both inside and out. Person that waits for you in your future is safe to say the luckiest person. And if she didn’t see that in you, means she wasn’t deserving and didn’t unerstand the values you treasure. I hope you know that you deserve to be loved brilliant and dazzling love.”

He pulled out of your hug and looked down at his hands, just to look back at you. “Thank you Y/n. You always know what to say to make me feel better,” he said, a glimpse of bliss in his brown orbs.

“That’s what friends are for,” you smiled beamingly.

The ride back to his apartment to drop him off was once again silent, this time in a comfortable and a blissful way. Just before he got out of your car he turned to face you and said: “Y/n, I just want you to know that I also think, no, I know you deserve the best, I hope when you’ll find somebody you like they’ll treat you just like you deserve to be treated.” With that he left you in your car, and ran to the entrance of his apartment complex.

“If only you knew, Jay,” you said single tear falling on your cheek.

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eternadreeblissa · 1 year ago

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Where... Where am I?...

Darkness created from the boulders and rocks that tower above and cloud the skies, I feel I am in a cave. And the only source of light, was through the shrooms and fungi that glow within this place.

I raised myself from where I laid, the heaviness of my body weighed on me yet it did not stop me from composing myself, until eventually, I can stand on my own two feet.

Where is this place? Is this a dream?..

And then, I heard a voice. Alongside the strumming of a harp.

A voice so gentle and soothing, like a lullaby.. In a language so foreign yet also so familiar to me...

My head turned to the source, as if hypnotized by command from a siren. I closed my eyes in wonder, relishing the music flowing within my ears, before treading forward the dark path ahead.

Before me, was an opening, carved like a ragged archway. And beyond what lies there, is a girl with golden hair showered in the light from the large cracked opening in the distant sky.

A girl? What is she doing here?

...And she looks rather familiar...

For a moment, I did not move much. I allowed myself to listen in, enjoying the melody which her fingers and voice play in harmony. Before slowly, I walked up to her. I dared not rush, for I do not want to startle her and ruin such calming melody. And so, with every step I take, not a sound of even the soft ground beneath my feet would scratch, as I slowly advance forward until I was a meter away.

She had not noticed my presence even once. Seemingly immersed in her melody.

But that's alright. I am but a mere bystander. And all I wish is to enjoy the melodies she plays for whomever. Even if she may not see me, I don't mind staying here for a little while.

Yet, now that the distance had shrunk greatly from where I once stood, my eyes had widened upon recognition on who this was..

"...Zelda?"

...

...Thankfully, the song had ended, when I accidentally uttered her name. It seemed I was correct, as the face she made when she turned to me was one of shock.

"You..."

She... Knows me? No.. She *remembers* me?

"Zelda... What are you doing in here? Should you not be in the village of Skyloft?" The words had slipped from my lips..

"I.. I was just playing in peace in here for only a moment. That is all..." She turned from me, cradling her harp with her crestfallen face. "But... What of you? Why are you here?"

"I've come to find you. I was looking for you everywhere." Was I? Since when?

"I see... I'm sorry for worrying you." She stood and smiled apologetically to me. And then, her face had suddenly morphed into an expression of worry. "No... Wait. We shouldn't be speaking to each other."

"...Pardon?" My thoughts exactly.

"Hylia... Hylia will come for you." She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut as she grabbed my hands.

"Ava, please, go! Immediately! Please leave Skyloft at once!"

"L-Leave?" I was taken aback. To where? Do I even have the means to depart from a sky island like Skyloft?

"I-I'm sorry. Please go, please leave me here before she—" her pleas were cut off, as her knees had weakened and landed on the earth.

"Sun." I called her. But why Sun? Is it because.. "Sun, I would not blame you for any of this, for any of what would happen. Even if you yourself truly wish for my demise, I know it was only—"

Static. The sounds had been muffled and it's harder to hear. I'm not sure what to make of the rest that transpired.

Yet if there was anything I could at least make out...

"I... I only wanted Sky and I to be happy.. How did it turn out like this? I'm so sorry, A—..."

...Zelda was in conflict with Hylia. A division.

Have I... Done something?

I could not linger on my thoughts for long, nor can I even ask any of the questions I wish to address at least to myself within my own mind. As the sounds of a bell echoed from the skies and Zelda hitched her last breath beneath me. I wish not for her to be alone... "Sun.. I forgive you." I held her close to me, as the light blinded me.

#Dream peaks💝✨#archivedart #dreewrites #ava rosamaryllis #yandere linked universe x oc #yan! lu Sun #yan! lu zelda #welcome to dream peaks!#theyre basically short stories with Ava #some are part of the canon some are not. Some are part of the main story #some are from AUs!#but they basically just explore the worlds Ava is in #they'll be more of these :DDD

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latoyalestrange · 2 years ago

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enough

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian had gone to far. you didn't have it in you to turn him in, but you also couldn't look him in the eye. the boy learns a lesson of action and consequence, but is it too late?

words: 900

warnings: angst. ya'll i'm so sorry. i literally sobbed during this scene and i wanted to show you guys what the inside of my brain looked like in that moment lol. minors dni pls. not edited!

"sebastian! wait!" your feet were moving as quickly as they could to catch up with him as he weaved through the catacombs, ignoring your calls.

you hadn't really processed what had happened just yet. you'd seen someone die before on your way to hogwarts, but that was different. oslic was ripped out of the carriage by a dragon, for merlin's sake. it happened so quickly and your eyes were shut for most of it. this time is wasn't like that. you watched the life leave solomon's eyes and it was at your best friend's hand. all you knew in that moment was you needed to get to him, to make sure he was okay. in your heart you also knew that there was no possible way he was okay right now. either way, you needed to be there. you couldn't leave him.

"would you stop for a moment? p-please!" you could feel yourself beginning to lose your composure, your voice breaking as you begged him. you could hardly keep up with your feet as you raced after him. you nearly ran into him before you realized he had stopped dead in his tracks, a few feet away from the exit. he was scanning your face, his own twisted with concern and guilt. he saw the tears starting to pool in your eyes and lifted his hand to comfort you. instead of giving you the contact you desired, though, he quickly withdrew it, almost as if it were a painful action.

"don't cry...please?" his head hung low with shame, unable to meet your gaze like a guilty puppy. even if you could try, the wetness persisted down your cheeks, now flushed with both exhaustion and grief.

"how can i not?" his head perked up at your words. the look on his face made you feel like a terrible person.

"i did what i had to do!" his demeanor flipped like a switch. he was suddenly irate and in defense mode. "he attacked us! i had to protect us! i had to protect you--"

okay. no.

after everything you had done for him-- after he pressured you to lie to the keepers, put your education in jeopardy, and treated you like shit the entire time? he would not pretend like this was for you. none of it was for you. most of it wasn't even for anne. it was for him.

"don't you dare try to pretend that any of that was for me." with tears still rolling down your face, you had turned into the physical manifestation of reactive. "i have done everything that you have ever asked of me, sebastian. i have risked my life, my education, and my connection with the keepers for you." he looked petrified as you bore into him, but you weren't done.

"you know, i came here with no one. i thought maybe if i helped you, you would want to be my friend--"

"i am your friend!" it wasn't until he sobbed out those words that you realized he was crying. he was close to incoherent at this point.

"you are the furthest thing from a friend, sebastian. i have endured the way you treat me because i really needed someone. i needed someone, and--" you choked on your words, the lump in your throat becoming too prominent to continue.

"i'm sorry, y/n..." he sounded meek, almost like a whimper. you wiped your face and took a deep breath.

"it's too late for that, seb." his eyes finally met yours as he heard his favorite pet name from you. it broke him just a little bit more knowing that was the last time he'd ever hear you say it. he mirrored you and took a deep breath of his own.

"i know. i know i've treated you terribly and i admit to being blinded by my own desires to not realize what i already have. i understand if you want to turn me in and never see me again." his apology honestly made it worse. him showing remorse for his actions at the last possible second, when you finally show him you're serious, is something that you predicted from miles away. but that didn't make it any easier.

"sebastian, i could never turn you in..." he looked hopeful for a moment, but it was short lived. "but i think it's best if we don't speak." he closed his eyes, looking wounded.

"please," you instinctively turned to walk around him, you couldn't bare to hear his begging. "please, no wait--don't do this!" you almost plugged your ears as you trudged forward, ignoring his pleas.

"i can't do this without you!" deep down, you felt the same. going on without sebastian seemed impossible but you knew it was a necessity. the wizarding world rested in your hands, and at such a young age. you went from being a regular teenager with no responsibilities other than homework to an ancient-magic-wielding sorcerer who was solely responsible for not just one, but multiple repositories full of the most powerful magic known to wizard-kind. not to mention, an entire rebellion regime was after you. they didn't just want you for information or money or some material object. they wanted you dead.

so, you couldn't risk it. you didn't go through everything just to doom an entire world of people. even if your happiness was the price.

#sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x reader #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts oc #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy #harry potter cu #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow angst #sebblurb

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ploxpoke · 1 year ago

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Don't you dare (make me fall in love with you)

I wasn't going to finish this but thanks to @linpunny I did!

yes the title is from that one Kadyen MacKay song (LISTEN TO IT WHILE YOU READ THIS PLEASEEEE)

This is Taiju x gn!reader bc I'm in love with big soft men

it is based on a little imagine I did lolz

Tw- choking (non-sexual), descriptions of violence, mention of blood, cussing, reader briefly passes out (as a result of non-sexual choking)

Let me know if there's any trigger-warnings I missed, I don't think there's any but I could be wrong

You were by yourself in the park, your destination unknown, you were simply taking a walk to calm your nerves after a long day, as you did everyday, an your walk was going as usual until you heard a loud noise and yelling that sounded painful coming from behind a nearby building. It looked abandoned with its windows busted in and the walls crumbling.

"What is going on?" you said softly to yourself, but your words were drowned by the yelps and grunts that came from behind the building. You could hear scuffling and running as well as a bunch of cussing. You felt a pang of fear shoot up your body as well as a chill down your spine as you guessed what was going on.

You couldn’t help but to investigate and slowly approached the source of noise, walking around the corner, you saw several people fighting and your body tensed. You couldn’t help but to stare as these people fought. Your eyes drifted across the scene, settling on a tall figure with blue hair and piercing yellow eyes. He was gorgeous, and all you could do was stare at him as he sat there punching any poor soul he could get his hands on.

You could feel your stomach tighten in a way you hadn't felt in a long time, a small blush crept up your face as you stared in shock and awe at the man before you came to your sense and realized what was happening. You were watching a gang fight and your heart dropped to your feet as you processed the danger you were in. You quickly left, your heart beating out of your chest as you did.

"Oh shit, shit, shit-" You whispered to yourself as you walked away quickly, not wanting to get involved in that mess of blood and punches.

As you walked away, Taiju noticed you. He noticed as soon as you showed up. He could feel your eyes on him and once you turned around he decided to look at you, his eyes following your figure as you disappeared around the corner.

The leader of the Black Dragons, stood up and motioned for his men to stay there and wait for him, leaving the bloody scene he had started behind to follow the stranger he had seen.

“Well, well, well…” he growled to himself as he caught up to you on the other side of the building. Seeing your smaller frame quickly walking down the sidewalk made him feel something he could put his finger on. He felt the need to make you look at him but he also wanted to just let you walk away, but his pride wouldn’t let him just let you go.

As you kept walking, you suddenly heard footsteps behind you, turning back you saw the same tall man, this time closer than before. Now you could really appreciate his looks, but you also realized he had seen you.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you prepared to run or scream or both, but the man stopped in front of you and stared down at you with an intense gaze. Before he had the chance to say anything you turned around and ran. It was the only thing you could think to do.

"Nope, nope, nope" you said to yourself as you ran down the street, not daring to look behind you. You didn’t want to know if he was chasing you, but you knew he was. You could feel it and you knew you wouldn’t outrun him. There was no way you could and yet you still ran.

The tall man; Taiju, chased after you, his strides long and powerful, catching up to you easily. He grabbed your wrist firmly, spinning you around to face him and pushing you up against an alley wall with a force that left you breathless.

His hand clamped around your neck, cutting off air supply as he pressed you to the wall leaving you no room to wiggle out of his grasp. He leaned in close, his face mere inches from yours. He studied your face, his eyes scrunched in a focused sort of way that would be cute if he wasn’t choking you out right now.

"You really shouldn’t have run away…," he growled, "you’re quite pretty, I was going to be nice if you just stayed put.."

Your eyes widened in fear as you struggled to breathe, your hands clawing at the hand that was suffocating you as your vision started to blur. "Please I wasn’t gonna say anything-" you said but he wouldn't listen. You tried to reason with him, but the sound was muffled by the tight grip around your throat.

Taiju's face was twisted into a cruel sneer, his yellow eyes burning with intensity as he watched you struggle. 'This can't be happening no, no, no-' you thought to yourself as you felt the world start to fade out around you, tears forming in your eyes, you realized he was saying something to you but you couldn’t hear him over the ringing in your ears.

“I c-can’t breathe” You gasp out, but it was too late, the lack of oxygen caused you to pass out, tears rolling down your cheeks. You slumped forward and Taiju caught you, releasing his hold on your neck instantly, a look of dread and guilt on his face.

Taiju was frozen in that moment, he hadn’t realized he was being so rough with you but there you were limp in his arms. He could see the gentle rise and fall of your chest and felt relief knowing you were alive but all he could think of was the guilt forming within him.

He’d never felt guilty for beating someone up, it was just what he did but this was different. He didn’t mean to hurt you, in fact when he realized you were watching he didn’t look at you so you could get away.

Taiju carried you bridal style through the streets, his grip tightening around your waist as he made his way to a safer area where his crew waited.

The men parted to let him through, their expressions a mix of confusion and anticipation as they saw the person he was holding so tightly to his chest. He sets you down roughly against the wall, releasing you from his grasp but not before giving you one last glance

"What are you looking at? Back off, go make sure nobody bothers me!" He tells his men and he sits down across the alley from you as he waits for you to wake up.

When you opened your eyes slowly, blinking several times as you regained consciousness, the world swimming in front of you as you tried to make sense of everything.

You found yourself against a wall in an alleyway, alone with the tall man that had choked you earlier. Your breathing was ragged and uneven, and you coughed slightly, trying to regain your bearings as well as remember how to breathe properly "W-where am I...?” you asked softly, your voice cracking slightly, looking over at the man in front of you with wide eyes, tear stains down your cheeks.

Taiju walked over to you, his brow furrowed as he studied you, concern evident in his gaze despite the fact that he was the one who caused this in the first place. He reached out and brushed a finger under your chin, tipping it up so you had to look at him. His tightened in his chest as your eyes fluttered.

He admired your face, unable to help himself from thinking you were the most precious person in the world. It took all his self control for him not to squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and instead he let go of your face.

"You're safe now," he told you softly, even though you were in a back alley with a stranger. He glanced over his shoulder at the men standing guard behind him, making sure they knew not to approach any closer. He wanted to talk to you and you alone.

"Do you remember what happened? I didn't want you to panic anymore by asking you a thousand questions as soon as you woke up…." He looks remorseful as he notices the bruise forming on the side of your neck.

He bit his lip, feeling even more guilty and he crouched down in front of you. He pushed your chin up slowly and ran his finger down the bruise, taking note of how you winced before pulling his hand away.

Your voice was small and quiet, you didn't dare to look at him directly, you could feel the intensity of his gaze on you. You coughed again and you could feel pain shooting up your throat, as you put your small hand on it.

You looked at Taiju with wide eyes, and you nodded slowly. "Y-yes, I remember. I saw you and your men fighting and I panicked and ran away…, then you caught me and choked me..."

You trailed off, looking down at your knees, fidgeting with your fingers "I don't know why I deserved that... but I'm sorry..." You started to tear up again and your voice shook as you spoke "I-I really didn't mean to make you angry-"

Taiju frowned deeply, his expression softening somewhat as he saw your tears, he couldn't help but feel protective towards you. He crouched down in front of you, pulling your chin up again so he could look you in the eye.

"It's okay," He said softly, "I didn't mean to scare you like that. You didn't do anything wrong; you didn't deserve what happened. I over reacted...So I should say I'm sorry." He surprised himself with how kind he sounded and even more so when he apologized. He never thought he would but here he was.

"But if I hurt you because of something you didn’t even do, then I need to make it right somehow." He hated how he had acted towards you and how it made him feel, but something about your innocent apology made him feel even worse, his throat was tight and his chest hurt when he realized you were blaming yourself for what he did

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you protectively and holding you tightly against his chest, his large frame enveloping your tiny form.

"You don't need to be sorry at all. I shouldn't have handled things like that, but you didn't deserve to be treated like that either. It's not your fault." He wiped your tears away from your cheeks, his expression soft and understanding.

"Please don't cry-" He couldn’t stand seeing you cry and he didn’t understand why. He’s never felt like this after hurting someone so why now and why you?

After that Taiju insisted on making sure you were safe and sound. He would have Kokonoi or Inupi escort you around when he couldn’t and he made sure that nobody could lay a finger on you.

His whole demeanor changed around you, his voice quieting and the roughness he used on others was absent around you. You were oblivious to Taiju’s obvious crush and Taiju denied even liking you anytime it’s brought up. He refused to even entertain the idea and would fight anyone who dared to bring it up.

One day, you were walking home alone when someone decided that you’d be a good target to rob. A person in a mask runs up behind you and pushes you to the floor and steals all the money you have, but not before beating you up. When you arrive home in tears with bruises on your body and dirt on your clothes, Taiji's brain goes blank except for one thing.

“Who fucking did it!” He yells as he rushes over to you, doting over your injuries. He cups your sweet face that he loves so much and wipes the tears away. He sets out on a man hunt, calling in several favors and hunts down the person who dared put their hands on you.

Once he gets his hands on them he doesn’t hold back and you have to hold his hands back from killing the person. You were crying, again, and you had your arms wrapped around his arm preventing him from punching without hurting you in the process

“I’m fine! I swear I am, that’s enough!” You plead, almost begging him to stop and he does immediately lest he upset you anymore. When he looks at your face his entire body lightens and he stands up and takes a step towards you, grabbing your shoulders and leaning down to you.

He kisses you sweet and slowly, taking his time. He moves his hands from your shoulders to your waist and you wrap your arms around his shoulders for support. When he finally pulls away from you and he stares down at you with pure admiration in his eyes “How did you manage-” He pants as he lifts you up in his arms, not bothering to finish his sentence, his voice shaking with emotion

“How dare you make me fall in love with you…”

He whispered in your ear as he kissed you again. You could feel the raw emotion behind the kiss as he grabs the back of your head. Taiju deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he runs his hand through your soft hair.

He pulls back and looks down at you before cupping your cheeks and kissing you all over your face, a broad grin on his face.

"You're free tomorrow right? I'm taking you out" Taiju says it in a way that leave no room for debate.

#tokyo revengers taiju #taiju x reader #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers

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mimisempai · 1 year ago

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Quiet place

Summary

Crowley wakes up and experiences something new. For the first time he realizes that everything is quiet, everything is in place, and is overwhelmed by this realization.

And he's not the only one.

Notes

I struggled a bit with this prompt and this is the result. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Day 15 : Quiet

On Ao3

Rating G - 881 words

When Crowley woke up, he had a strange feeling.

Strange, but not unpleasant.

Like a realization, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The moment he felt Aziraphale move next to him, he knew what it was.

Every morning when he woke up, since they'd been living together, he'd had that slight uncertainty for a split second.

Waking up alone.

In his empty apartment.

In his car.

But this morning, all he'd felt was that sweet quietness.

He gently moved his hand forward until he felt the warmth of the body close to his own. Not touching.

He was no longer afraid of waking up alone.

Because now Aziraphale was there every morning and every evening.

Close to him.

In their home.

For a moment, he didn't dare touch the warm body next to him.

He didn't want to disturb the gentle serenity.

He looked at the fluffy hair buried in the pillow next to his.

He smiled as he remembered their first meeting as angel and demon, destined to be enemies, yet each time they met, they grew closer.

Who would have predicted that one day they would find themselves like this?

Anyone but them.

Aziraphale had gotten under his skin a little more each time, to the point where Crowley couldn't even remember that he'd never been there.

At times, he'd even thought he'd never see him again, but in the end, he'd always kept hope in his heart, the hope the angel had given him back at the Garden of Eden wall.

They'd come close to losing each other, several times.

With that thought, Crowley moved a little closer to Aziraphale.

After all, they hadn't lost each other, and now that the last walls separating them had fallen, they were closer than ever.

Even if it had taken millennia.

Or maybe because it had taken them millennia.

There had been their reconciliation, the first kisses, the first touches, the first hugs, the many heart-to-hearts, untangling their complicated feelings. Healing themselves, healing each other.

An endless work, but worth it, because their love was worth it.

They were so close now that Crowley couldn't remember a time when they weren't.

"I can hear you thinking."

Aziraphale's soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, so Crowley moved his hand, sliding his fingertips under Aziraphale's until the angel intertwined his fingers with his own.

Crowley turned all the way to Aziraphale and wrapped his arms around him. Their eyes met and for a long moment they just stared at each other in the warm morning light.

Then Crowley smiled, closed his eyes in contentment, and murmured, "I was just enjoying the quiet. For the first time, I woke up and my first thought wasn't wondering if I was still in my car. It was just this sense of peace. That everything was in its place. Including you and me. It probably doesn't make any sense, I know..."

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around him in turn and replied, "Yes, it does. I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I catch myself thinking I need to talk to Crowley about this when I see him and realize you're here and I can tell you right away, I don't need any pretext to see you, no need to wait, you're right here. It's amazing, isn't it?"

The demon hummed in response and brought his face close to the angel's before pressing his lips to his.

It was neither a passionate nor a tender kiss.

Filled with the emotions they felt at that moment, it was a kiss that was both new and yet so familiar.

It wasn't like their first kiss where things were unknown and sweet.

It was a kiss that broke the soul only to put it back together, piece by piece, perfect and in the right place.

Like an exchanged breath.

As they realized what they had now, what they had achieved, they also realized how close they'd come to losing it.

They held on to each other, as if neither of them wanted to break the embrace. Then Aziraphale's hands moved to Crowley's cheeks and he gently pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against the demon's.

The angel breathed, his voice full of emotion, "Crowley..." and then stopped, his throat tightening as words failed him.

Crowley, feeling the same emotion pass through him, simply replied, "I know, Angel, I know..."

They'd been through a lot and here they were, in the softness of this morning, unscathed.

The realization overwhelmed them both, and the demon as well could only breathe, "Angel..."

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around Crowley, holding him in a crushing embrace as Crowley buried his face in his neck.

They remained entwined like that for a long time.

In the sweet peace of that morning.

The sweet peace that was now theirs.

For it was really theirs now.

They'd earned it.

Their own quiet place.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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annab-nana · 2 years ago

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reminders of him - eddie munson

summary: it's your first night in your own room after all that happened. you're all alone, freshly showered, and ready for bed. but, sleep doesn't come to you as easily as you'd hoped. the only thing that fills your head is him.

warnings: mentions of death, vecna (pre, during, and post), trouble falling asleep, hella angst, fluff, pet names (pretty girl, my girl, my daring enchantress—this is eddie we're talking about, baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), making out, removal of clothes, allusion to smut (probably the closest i've ever gotten to truly writing it tbh), eddie being the best boyfriend, eddie's death unfortunately, proofread once

a/n: idk why i was in a heartbreaking mood when writing this, but for my angst lovers, this is for you. also this is kinda inspired by the song ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

word count: 6.9k+

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your sheets smelled of fresh cotton when you finally got the chance to fall into them, the scent filling your nostrils and bringing a wave of comfort over yourself that you hadn't felt in several days. it felt like it had been months. maybe even years.

since it happened, you hadn't had a true chance to just be. between spending your time at max's bedside with the sinclairs, helping out hawkins citizens at the school with steve, dustin, and robin, and just making sure everyone else was okay, you let your own needs get lost in the mix and you were exceedingly exhausted.

being in the shower felt nice. the near-sizzling droplets pelting your sore muscles forced them to loosen up from the constant tension they'd endured since chrissy died.

chrissy.

your eyes screwed shut as the memory resurfaced and you tried to rid your mind of it by giving it a light shake. your attempts were mostly futile, so you resorted to focusing on something else: getting some sleep somewhere other than a ridiculously uncomfortable hospital chair and steve harrington's couch.

once you had settled and pulled the blanket up to your chest, you turned from your side to lie on your back and closed your eyes. just when you finally let them shut, you could only see flashes of what happened while you were down there and opened them again. since you couldn't make yourself fall asleep, you'd just have to wait it out until your body fell asleep naturally like you had been doing.

staring up after so long made you realize how much you despise popcorn ceilings. but at least you could make your own constellations out of the small hills that coated it to pass the time.

huffing in annoyance at your inability to go to sleep, you turned back onto your side and take in the small details of your room. down by your desk legs were your favorite pair of yellow converse and a small yet sad smile pulled at your lips at the memory that flooded your mind.

you were wearing them when you met him.

"shit, shit, shit. you stupid piece of shit! don't do this to me now," you grumbled at the vehicle. you were almost home. you had just made it to hawkins. why did your car have to crap out on you now?

pulled over on the side of the road maybe a half mile away from the 'welcome to hawkins' sign, you turned the key over again only to hear a nasty sputtering coming from under the hood. you stopped, not wanting to make whatever the issue was any worse, and leaned your head against the steering wheel for a moment.

a short, exasperated, "fuck," fell from your lips before you lifted your head to look outside. the rain seemed to pick up even harder, almost tauntingly. you wanted to cry but felt like it'd be a waste of time at this point. you'd left your umbrella in your bedroom too so you'd have to brace this weather all on your own.

taking in a short inhale to calm your nerves, you placed your keys in your pocket and got out to begin the trek to the nearest phone booth just past the trailer park. you just hoped no weirdos found you on your way.

"hey!" someone called when you walked past some of the trailers. you were going to pretend like you didn't even hear the person shouting for you, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar. you turned at the sound of the footsteps jogging to approach you.

"yeah?" you asked, seeing none other than eddie munson stopping in front of you. you knew of the boy. he was the one a lot of the jocks liked to pick on, but you admired how he ignored them and kept on being him.

"what are you doing walking out here in the rain?" he inquired, brows pulled together in what seemed like concern for you. "are you okay?"

the rainwater that hit his head made his usually unruly curly mess of locks a bit tamer and for some reason, whether it be his caring nature or the rain drawing your attention to his features, your stomach felt fluttery. eddie munson, leader of hellfire, three-time senior, was making butterflies fly around in your tummy.

"my car broke down and i need a phone."

"you are welcome to come inside and use mine," he offered as a water drop fell from the bangs that were stuck to his forehead down his nose, and then down to the ground. why have you never noticed how cute he was until now?

"okay."

you let your eyes fall down to your shoes which were no doubt housing their own little ponds with how much water had filled them on the walk thus far. you could feel the water slosh around with each step you took as you followed eddie back to his trailer.

"let me get you a towel," he told you once you were inside before disappearing into one of the rooms—the bathroom, you assumed—down the hall and coming out with a large towel. "here," he spoke softly when he stepped closer to you to wrap the towel around your shoulders. after running his hands over the towel to make sure it was in place, he gave you a short grin before leading you to the phone.

once he saw you put the phone to your ear, he left the room to give you some privacy while the sound of the line ringing was heard on your end. in curiosity, you glanced around the place and took in the details. eddie or whoever he lived with was very seriously into mugs. the messiness was definitely eddie's doing though.

while the ringing continued, you heard a thud come from the room eddie went in followed by an, "oh shit."

you rolled your eyes and giggled until the line went dead. when you tried again, you got the same result.

"fuck."

eddie reentered the room, his hair looking a little drier and messier. "everything alright?"

"no one answered," you said after turning to face him. you pulled the edges of the towel closer around your body for some warmth and leaned against the wall behind you.

"oh," eddie started before you watched an idea pop into his head, "you could stay here if you want or i could drive you home."

the sound of the rain pelting the roof grew louder and louder by the second, enough to make both you and eddie look up to the ceiling as if the raindrops would pierce through the roof. the flash of light that came from the window and the roar of thunder that followed it seemed to mock you even further as you deflated.

your eyes came back down to meet his. "i can't make you drive in this weather."

"i can't let you walk home in this weather," he added to his point.

"then, i guess i'll stay."

within the moments that followed, eddie had given you the grand munson trailer tour—all you had left to see was the bathroom and his bedroom really—a fresh set of clothes to change into that he had tossed in the dryer for a second to warm up for you, set your shoes up in front of a box fan to dry, placed your previous clothes in the dryer, and turned the heater on so you'd be warm in his room since he refused to let you sleep on the couch.

"you all good?" he asked from the doorway where he stood.

"yes, eddie. you've done more than enough. you don't have to worry about me anymore. thank you," you told him honestly. you had expressed your gratitude to him so much tonight, but the boy just kept on giving. why he was so widely hated on at your school was mind blowing to you now that you had experienced firsthand just how nice he was.

the boy wore a bashful grin before he spoke again. "you know, i've dabbled in some mechanic work over the past few summers so if you want, i could take a look at your car in the morning to see if i can figure out the issue."

"no, eddie. you don't have to," you began to protest. "you've already done so much for me. i can get it fixed on my own, though i appreciate the offer."

"can't a man want to help a pretty girl every once in a while?" he stated, not realizing the effect the pet name had on you. "come on, let me do it. i haven't been able to get my hands dirty in so long and i miss it. it's a win-win for both of us."

as you had learned progressively throughout the night, he was damn near impossible to say no to, so once again, you caved.

"okay." his excitement over the seemingly small matter was cute.

his smile made it all worth it.

you'd give anything to go back to that night now. what had started as an incredibly shitty night ended up being not so bad.

you just don't know what you'd do if given the opportunity.

would you have ignored him to begin with as you had originally planned to save yourself the heartache? or would you take in every moment even more since you know now how the story ends?

before you can think on it too long, your eyes shift from the shoes to your nightstand, more so to the paper circle that sits next to your lamp before you lean over to pick it up.

fiddling with the object, you thought back to the night you received it.

your first date.

"what's with us and rainy nights?" you commented as you watched the rain pick up outside the diner window. this wasn't like the rain from a couple of weeks ago though. this was much softer, more ambient than agressive.

he hummed in thought for a moment, eyes still trained on the straw paper between his fingertips. "i don't know," eddie spoke thoughtfully. it was an odd coincidence, but he was too focused on his creation.

you leaned forward against the table. "whatcha makin' over there, munson?"

"none of your business, y/l/n," he retorted playfully while moving his hands under the table to continue his work in private. his eyes lifted to meet yours with a smile on his lips. you couldn't help but return his grin.

while recounting another silly memory of your coworkers, steve and robin, from your shift yesterday to eddie, you fiddled with your own straw paper, tying it in multiple knots until the sheen on a silver pig came into view. his ringed hand laid over yours to hold it gently.

the man had all of your attention and your interest was piqued. based on what you knew solely about eddie before you two became closer was that he was full of surprises and with the budding relationship between you two, that very fact had been further cemented.

he turned his hand that held yours so that your palms were facing each other. he had singled out your ring finger and brought his other hand to it, sliding on the paper ring he had made for you. his fingers situated it so that the knot he'd constructed to resemble a gem was placed in the center before he looked up at you.

"for you, my daring enchantress," he muttered, still holding your hand in his. you were so focused on the warmth that was spreading throughout your entire body at his sweet actions that you almost missed his nickname for you.

"daring?" you inquired, eyebrow raised when you met his eyes.

"of course," he stated matter-of-factly as if there was no other way he'd view you other than that. "it takes guts to go on journeys in the dead of night while a mighty storm barrels on."

you loved how he'd get into storytelling mode, the cadence of his voice rising up and falling down with the swells and dips of the narrative. you let your head rest on your other hand, ready to sit and listen to how his story continued in awe.

"i'm lucky i had a charming knight in shining leather looking out for me that night," you added with a smile. eddie shared a bashful grin with youu before his eyes fell down to your joined hands, seemingly wanting to avoid eye contact with you.

"i'm not sure if it was luck," he mumbled mildly, playing with the paper ring on your finger in a nervous manner. "at least on your end anyway."

in an instant, your heart moves from feeling fluttery to feeling tight.

you flipped your hand to hold his and brought your other to lay on top of them.

"hey," you called in hopes he'd look up at you. he did. "i guess i haven't made it very clear, but i will now. i like you, eddie. i'm kinda glad that piece of shit car broke down because if it hadn't, i would've only gotten to see you in passing at school, not really know you like i'm getting to do now. trudging in the rain and having the worst cold known to man the week after is something i'd do again if it'd get me here with you."

you relish in the way he perks up at your words. with the way he radiated confidence, you were kind of surprised to see him be a bit vulnerable and insecure, but you were ready to squash it and build him back up again.

these past few weeks you'd known eddie had been the best you'd had in a while. you weren't trying to give that up any time soon.

"alright," eddie sighed, leaning back in his seat, "i've gotta get you home. i'd hate to be on your parents' bad side before i've even met them."

the fluttery feeling returned at the thought of eddie being in your life long enough to meet your parents.

as much as you didn't want to leave, you knew that you had to. your curfew was at ten-thirty and it was currently fifteen minutes until then. after eddie paid—he insisted on it for the first date—led you to his van, opened the door for you, and drove you home, you two sat outside of your house for the last five minutes, continuing the conversation you'd been having on the ride over.

the clock reads 10:28 and you both know that you'll have to leave soon. the thing is that you really don't want to. you want to sit in eddie's passenger seat while his iron maiden cassette plays lowly in the background so you both can still hear each other when you talk.

you think eddie feels the same as you do when you meet his eye across the seat. after your eyes made that connection, it was like there was a magnetic pull between you two.

you scooted closer first, eddie soon to follow. his hand traveled up your arm to rest behind your neck while his other found your waist. your hands came to cradle his face and jacket and all it took was one look. one look that the two of you shared that let the other know that you wanted this desperately before your lips met his.

you remembered feeling on cloud nine that night. you'd fallen into the bed you lay on now, feeling giggly and warm all over.

you'd felt like the girls in movies you used to make fun of for acting like idiots after having any sort of encounter with the guy of their dreams. the ones who just had their first kiss with the guy they were in love with who couldn't wipe the stupid smile off their face and fell asleep dreaming of the moment over and over again.

you stretched to put the paper ring back on the bedside table and recoiled back to your laying position. sleep was gaining on you, but it wasn't quite there yet.

rolling back over onto your back, you grumbled lightly at your aggravation toward not being able to fall asleep. taking in a deep breath, you swore you could still smell the faint scent of weed from him. you wished he was here now to help you go to sleep. you always slept better in his arms.

you glanced to your left and attempted to imagine him there next to you like he was the first time he ever laid in your bed.

your parents were out for the weekend so obviously, eddie was staying over.

you didn't know what it was about him today, but you felt like you were ten times more in love with him than you were yesterday. it was probably the confession of love you two shared moments prior that led to the heated makeout session you two engaged in now.

it was a mess of lips, teeth, and tongue as you moved backward, letting eddie lead you to your bedroom. you weren't sure how you didn't bump into every wall and surface on your way in, but eddie was skilled at maneuvering you both while still giving your mouth the attention it deserved.

the back of your legs felt your mattress while your hands helped eddie's pull off his jacket and vest, leaving his top covered in his hellfire shirt. you gripped onto his shoulders and hair, not missing how he groaned when you unintentionally pulled on it. he felt the way your lips pulled into a smirk against his own and knew you were going to pull out that trick later on.

using one arm to hold you to him by your waist, he used his other to brace you both while he laid down with you on your bed.

"fuck," he muttered into your mouth, "i fuckin' love you, baby."

you giggled into the kiss in response until his lips moved to your jaw.

"i love you so much, eddie," you spoke in a breathy voice as you tried to get your mind back on track, but it was hard. you felt like you'd touched a live wire in the best way possible. "so much."

eddie's lips had made their way just below your ear and he started to suck on a particularly sensitive spot.

"oh shit," you breathed out blissfully. your fingers had scrunched up the material of his shirt to hold onto it before they moved down to the hem. "fuck, eddie. can i?"

he knew what you were asking for when he felt you tug at the end of the fabric and he was more than happy to oblige.

"please."

you wasted no time in ridding the boy of the club t-shirt and letting your eyes take in some of your favorite parts of him. his softness, both in his personality and physicality, was something that drew you to him from the beginning.

your hands ran down his gentle sides and up his back, taking in every bit of him. you adored the inked drawings on his skin and there was no way you weren't feeling dizzy at the sight of the trail of hair that went from below his navel and disappeared into his jeans.

"eddie," you whined as he continued his assault on your neck. you were definitely going to have to put in some work to make sure the marks he was leaving behind weren't visible to the naked eye when your parents got back.

"yeah, sweetheart?" he called to you, his voice so sultry and smooth. his eyes bored into yours when he lifted his head up to gaze at you. you'd never felt so nervous yet so at ease.

"i want more."

while eddie was delighted to hear it, he had to be sure. "positive?"

"please," you basically begged and the sound had eddie diving back down to kiss your lips until they were numb.

"can i take your shirt off?" he started, wanting to take it slow.

you, on the other hand, were too eager to feel him. you grabbed his hands in yours and led them to the bottom of your top, telling him without words to take it off. once he'd gotten it off, you made quick work to begin unbuttoning his pants.

"this is okay, right?" you inquired quickly. you wouldn't have started if you thought he wasn't okay with it, but you wanted to double-check.

"go right ahead, sweet girl. as long as i can take off this." his finger ran under the strap of your bra. your nod and continued work on his jeans answered his request so his hands slipped beneath you to fiddle with the hooks.

after that, it was a mixture of soft kisses, joined hands, whispers of love, pleasurable touches, linked bodies, and breathlessness.

once all was said and done, you curled into eddie's side, hearing his heartbeat under your ear. his ringed fingers ran up and down your bare back as he cherished the skin-to-skin contact and this moment with you. he had never felt for someone as he did for you and he'd hate for anything to tear you two apart.

"eddie?" your small voice broke the boy from his thoughts.

he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head before speaking up. "yeah?"

"please don't ever leave me," you mumbled into his skin, your arms tightening around him. it was lovely to be able to lay like this with him. you just didn't want it to ever end.

he gave you a small squeeze and lifted your face to meet his. "i would never ever leave my girl."

you were starting to get pissed with yourself. why couldn't you just fall asleep?

you sat up and glanced over to your bag, contemplating whether you should pack your bag and go somewhere else. maybe to steve's or robin's or if you waited long enough, you could wait for visiting hours to open up at the hospital and go see max. you never had this much trouble falling asleep at any of those places.

there were just too many reminders of him here and you couldn't fall asleep. when someone else was around, you could be distracted, but alone with yourself and your thoughts, sleep was proving to be a major obstacle.

slipping on some shorts and shoes, you walked out to your kitchen to dial steve's number. as you placed the phone between your ear and shoulder, you reached down to fix your shoelaces and caught a glimpse of the braided leather bracelet that circled your wrist currently. it had only been there for maybe twenty days at this point.

"i'm just saying. it's the cult of vecna. you can't miss it," eddie whined while pulling up to the school.

"you know i wouldn't miss it for the world if i hadn't already promised lucas, robin, and steve that i'd be at this game. it's the championship game, eddie," you shared with him even though he's known that for ages. it didn't mean he wasn't going to pout about it though.

dramatically, he threw his head back to hit the headrest after he parked, his hair moving wildly with his movements.

"stop it, you're going to make me feel bad," you told him once you situated yourself to turn and face him.

his eyes were screwed shut to add to the theatrics, but he popped one open to peek at you. his ridiculous behavior elicited a giggle from you and the sound alone was enough to make him drop the act and soften.

"fine, you're off the hook, but you have to give me a good luck kiss before you go."

you playfully scoffed. "like i would've let you leave without one."

you leaned up onto your knees and let your hands cup his face before your lips pressed against his. he gripped at your sides while trying to hold you close to him. he didn't want to let you go, but he was overly excited for hellfire tonight.

"just remember," he started, breaking away for a moment before diving back in, "i've got a deal tonight." another kiss. "but after that." he pulled you into his lap, a leg on either side of his thighs as you straddled him. "i'm all yours, baby."

you broke away for the sole reason of oxygen deprivation and took the moment to admire him with his messy hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. a finger of yours came up to twirl a dark curled strand.

"promise?"

"i'll call you before i leave my house to head to yours," eddie shared, eyes watching you in adoration. he swore he could sit and observe you for hours on end if you let him.

he felt you try to move off of him to head inside, but his grip on your waist held you where you were.

"wait a second." confused, you watched him with a raised brow as he fiddled with one of the bracelets on his wrist. he'd taken off the leather one—it was the first piece of jewelry of his that you'd complimented—and began to wrap it around your wrist. "been meaning to give you this for a while now. i think it suits you better than me anyway," he spoke cooly like this wasn't a big deal though you both knew it was.

you just rolled your eyes and kissed his lips again.

"hellooo?" you heard steve's voice repeat into the phone. it took you a second to get out of your head and realize he'd spoken three times before you finally responded.

"sorry. uh, it's me, y/n. did i wake you?"

you could hear in his voice that you did, but he wasn't going to let you know that.

"oh no, i was just watching a movie," he fibbed. "what's up?"

"can't sleep," you started before looking back down at the bracelet. "i don't know if i can be here. it's a little too much, you know?"

steve understood. he always did.

"you know you're more than welcome to come over here."

a light smile pulled at your lips as you nodded though he couldn't see it. "thank you."

"no problem. i'll turn on the porch light."

you would never not be proud of who steve was now. he was almost like a completely different person compared to how he was a few years ago. and now that you know more of what he had endured in those few years, you respected and felt for him even more.

when you found out about it all was probably the most stressful day in your entire life.

"what if he's not here?" robin inquired, flashlight shining against the door of reefer rick's house.

"he has to be," you responded sharply. you wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't so there was no other option in your mind. eddie had to be here.

"could he be in there?" max called over to you guys. steve got dustin to stop yelling into the house—for one of the smartest people in your group, he sure did some dumb things—and followed you and robin to the redhead.

her light pointed to a secluded boathouse which was the perfect place to hide in your opinion. you could only hope eddie thought the same thing.

once inside, you all split to look around. you, max, and robin found some food wrappers that looked to be pretty recent given their lack of dusty coating while the boys bickered and prodded some tarp with an oar.

you, entirely fed up with the entire situation of your love being missing and hunted in addition to steve and dustin's constant squabbling, walked over and took the oar from steve's hands. both steve and dustin were staring at you in wonder.

neither of them had ever seen you so angry.

"you two need to get it together. eddie is missing. you hear me? missing. he's gone. so i don't have time for all this silly shit. so, stop being pussies and lift the damn tarp like a man." you punctuated your sentence by handing steve the oar back and lifting the tarp yourself.

only you didn't get to look at what was inside before you were pushed against the wall, broken glass held to your neck. but that isn't what you were focused on.

no, your eyes were locked on the ones you called home which were now filled with so much fear that it broke your heart in two. his next question only finalized that break.

"are you real?"

you softened immediately as tears pooled in your eyes.

"are you my charming knight in shining leather?" that was all eddie needed before he wrapped you tightly in his arms. you reciprocated, hands clutching at his jacket as you held him close.

ever since you saw his trailer in the background of the news this morning, you'd been terrified not only for him but of what he could've ended up in. max shared with you guys what chrissy's body looked like on eddie's living room floor and you were afraid he was in the same state somewhere else. and if he wasn't dead at the hands of whoever killed chrissy, you were scared he'd gotten caught by someone else who wasn't going to think twice about putting a bullet in his head or beating him unconscious.

but he wasn't hurt in any way physically that you could tell. mentally was another story but physically, he was safe and in your arms and you were flooded with relief.

you pulled your face away from where you'd buried it in the crook of his neck to get a good look at him. the cool, wet lines you felt on your cheeks let you know you'd been crying.

"you are okay, right?"

he nodded. "yeah, but chrissy…"

"you don't have to talk about it. we know."

this time, he shook his head. "no. no, you don't." you hated how his lower lip trembled. "and you wouldn't believe me if i told you what happened. no one would."

max spoke up confidently. "try us."

that was when you learned all about what steve, robin, and the kids had endured over the past few years and what eddie had gone through the previous night. and now as you reached for your keys on the hook, the bracelet eddie had given you slipped down your wrist a bit, revealing the imprinted memory of the bats that tried to kill you when you were down there.

you ignored the thought as you took the keys and made your way to your car.

you hadn't driven it since the day everything happened. everything that you'd had nightmares about. everything you never wished upon anyone, even your greatest enemies.

"eddie!" you and dustin both shouted at the boy. he'd started up the makeshift rope—sheets and pillowcases that dustin had tied together previously—but then he backed down.

"what are you doing?" dustin inquired, but you knew deep down what decision he was making. he had talked the whole time since chrissy died about how he always ran away when disaster struck and was really beating himself up about it. he wasn't going to do it this time. he was going back in.

"eddie, no! stop!" dustin continued to shout. you were already climbing back up the rope as eddie kicked away the mattress on his side.

"i'm buying more time," he filled you two in. his eyes locked with yours when he muttered a short, "i'm sorry," before slashing the rope and running out of the trailer in the upside down.

he didn't even see that you'd caught yourself by holding onto the edge of the opening.

"dustin, push me up," you ordered, swinging your feet for him to use to propel you into the other dimension. you weren't going to fight eddie on not running away this time, but you'd be damned if you were going to be by his side as he did.

the fifteen-year-old wasted no time in coming to your aid. he'd learned over the course of the past few days that you meant business especially when it came to eddie.

you'd manuvered yourself to have most of your body in the upside down and your head in the original dimension. you looked to dustin one last time.

"you stay here, alright? we have this. you just wait here."

for you, it wasn't a request. you were telling him what to do before you worked on lowering yourself gently onto the ground. there was a little sting that shot up your leg when you landed, but it was easy to ignore. once you checked to make sure you had your spear and shield, you were out and running after eddie who was biking away followed by a demobat swarm.

it was hard to get close to him considering you were on foot and he was biking as hard as he could, but then, he stopped and so did your heart.

"no," you mumbled to yourself before trying to gain some speed. "eddie!"

he couldn't hear you. you knew that, but you were desperate. you couldn't lose him. you knew he wouldn't be able to stay in hawkins after everything, but you were prepared to follow him wherever. he was your everything. you felt like you were nothing without him.

as your feet led you to him, you watched him stab and swing at the bats that circled around him like a tornado. he managed to get some of them, but he was far too outnumbered and they used that to their advantage. quickly, they had him restrained with their tails and attacked at his sides. the sound of his screams pained you to hear.

when you finally did reach him, all the bats had dropped to the ground, seemingly unconscious. you would've been more curious about the miracle that was if you weren't so worried about eddie.

"eddie, eddie," you called out when you reached his side. sitting down next to him, you pulled his head into your lap and ran a hand over his bandana. the sight of him in this state made you feel nauseous. "oh god, eddie."

"bad, huh?" your teary eyes snapped up to his and you shook your head.

"no," your voice betrayed you with a quiver, "you're gonna be fine." he didn't believe you one bit, but he liked to hold onto your hope for him. "we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?"

he gave you the faintest of nods. "okay."

"you gotta help me a little bit," you told him when you tried to pull him up, "come on."

"i think i just… i think i just need a second, okay?" while you didn't have the time to waste, you didn't want to make him hurt more than he already was. you just hoped steve, robin, and nancy would be back soon to help you get him home.

"okay." eddie coughed a little before his equally teary eyes met yours.

"i didn't run away this time, right?"

that elicited a sob from your body while you shook your head. "no, no, no." your fingers pushed any stray or straggling hairs away from his face. "you didn't run."

"you're gonna have to keep an eye out for those little sheep of mine for me, okay?"

"eddie," you sighed.

you didn't like how he was talking like this was the end for him. it wasn't. you couldn't let that happen. you could save him. you just had to get him out of here. where the hell are steve, nancy, and robin? just one of them should be enough to help you.

"say it," he started, "please."

"i-" you took in a shaky breath and squeezed your eyes shut. "i'll look after them."

"good. we're gonna graduate together, you know? and then, we're gonna get the hell out of hawkins, find a place together, i'll do my own thing with music and you can do whatever you want to with your gap year before you go to school. i think it's finally my year, our year."

you listened intently while the tears continued to endlessly stream down your cheeks.

"you know i was gonna marry you."

you sobbed before speaking. "you still can."

eddie smiled and reached up to run his thumb across your cheek, pushing your tears to the side. it was useless. they were replaced as soon as he moved the old ones.

"i love you so much, my daring enchantress." you let out a tearful laugh at the name you hadn't heard since your first date. you tried not to think about how this was probably the last time you'd ever hear him say those words again.

"i love you too, my hero." earlier, eddie had mentioned how he wasn't a hero, but his actions refuted that. he was a hero and no one would ever truly know the extent of it.

eddie's lips pulled up into a small smile before he started to cough again.

"eddie…" you whispered, watching his coughs turn into him choking. he stopped a short moment later and dread filled your stomach when he stopped moving. "eddie?"

he didn't respond, only continued to stare blankly at you.

"eddie? eddie! eddie, no! eddie, please! eddie," you continued as you shook his body gently.

he couldn't leave you. he couldn't. not yet. not ever. you needed him. your hands cupped his cheeks while your eyes searched his eyes for any movement.

he remained still.

"no," you stated, sobs and cries spilling from your lips. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his forehead as a final goodbye before mumbling against his sweaty skin, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, eddie."

you didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you were certain there was more you could've done to prevent this.

you pulled into steve's driveway and turned off the engine. looking down to take off your seatbelt, you noticed how your shirt was wet before bringing your hands to your face, your fingertips coming back with water on them as well.

you hadn't cried about it since you left the upside down. in your mind, it still didn't feel real. but when you looked over to the passenger seat and saw the guitar pick necklace you'd taken with you when you came back peeking out from below your bookbag, it really hit you.

eddie should be here. he should be here with you. he should be here, holding you while you cry, not being the source of your tears. he doesn't exist anymore and that thought alone is so difficult for you to fathom. it was finally setting in and you hated it.

sobs filled the car as that deep pain in your chest you felt when he died in your arms returned. you wished you'd never gone into his trailer on that rainy night. you wished you'd never agreed to go with him to the diner. you wished you never let him in as much as you did. you wished he was only the town freak to you, not your soulmate.

your hands came up to your chest, trying to lessen the pain you felt, but it was no use. it only increased and it became harder to breathe. the worst part was that the one person you wanted wasn't here anymore and that just made it hurt worse.

you didn't even notice that your car door had opened until you felt someone's hands on you. in any other situation, you would've freaked out, but they handled you with such care and you'd recognize the watch on his wrist anywhere.

"hey, hey, look at me. breathe with me," steve's voice broke through your thoughts momentarily. he'd turned your body to face him where he was crouched down in front of you.

once you had calmed a little, you felt yourself getting all worked up again and your face crumbled when your thoughts resurfaced.

"steve, he's gone. not like he'll be back, gone forever," you sobbed. steve's hands held yours as he attempted to soothe you. he knew this was inevitable, that everything would hit you like a ton of bricks, and that you'd be in shambles. that didn't mean he knew exactly how to help you though.

the closest he had ever felt to this kind of heartache was nancy breaking his heart, but nancy was still alive and there was a small possibility of them rekindling their old relationship. that was nowhere near what you were experiencing.

not only did eddie die, but you had to watch it. you had to watch the life leave his eyes, unable to do anything about it. you had to do this all while experiencing the upside down's worst for the first time. you didn't deserve this. no one did.

you were hurting deeply and all steve had to offer was support and comfort.

"come here," he whispered and you were quick to close the space between you to wrap your arms around him. he didn't feel as good as eddie nor did his smell put you at ease as much as eddie's. but you had to learn that eddie wasn't here. he wasn't coming back. it was just going to be you and your friends.

you didn't know how you were going to live in a world without your charming knight in shining leather.

but, you'd have to find a way.

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Mere moments later, after she turned around and flew further up, Nox reached the edge of the dream, and she stepped through the door to Ty's mind to end up back in the Realm of Dreams, where she only had a few doors left to go; and with one eye on the pitch-black void, far beyond the end of the row of doors, Nox stepped one door down, and slowly opened the door that was made out of scorched bark.

Since they had been there during some of Boom's gravest moments, Nox hoped that she did not have to explain much to Light for them to understand the severity of the situation, but also, that they did not criticise themselves for failing to notice anything was amiss; for if even she did not see past the veil with which Boom had cloaked himself, she doubted that anyone could have foreseen his lies.

When she closed the door behind her, however, at first, Nox thought that something was missing, and she flew around for a little while, trying to find whatever it was that she expected to find in the mind of her Kirin friend; but it did not take a long time before Nox realised that she was worrying about the wrong thing, since she had gotten so used to finding troubles, the lack thereof felt odd.

Instead, after she let out a quiet sigh of relief, as well as a brief chuckle, she flew deeper into their mind in the hopes of finding a dream that was as calm, and warm, and peaceful as the ones she had granted to the others so far; but the further she flew into the strange contrast of colours and darkness, the more confused she grew, as she could see no bubble of a dream of any kind before her.

Eventually, to her relief, she could see a familiar figure in the distance, and she quickly flew to Light, until she got close enough to notice they were laying down, and gently resting their head on their hooves, wearing a content, yet somehow still sombre expression; and she quietly called out to them as she slowed down again, whereupon a warm and genuine smile returned to their face once more.

As the two friends embraced each other, it was clear that neither wanted to let go before the other did, so they just smiled and laughed as they waited to be let go, only for that moment to seemingly never arrive; but since Nox had little time to spare, she swiftly cut to the chase in Light's arms, and warned them that Boom had deceived them, though whether intentionally or not, she did not know.

But while she had expected Light to let go and stare at her incredulously, in response, they merely pulled her closer into their warm embrace, while their voice only grew quieter, but not graver; and after they thanked Nox for telling them now, they asked her whether that terrible corruption within Boom was wholly unable to hear nor see them within their mind, to which Nox sweetly shook her head.

Although it came at the cost of the power within the bracelet that Boom had given them so long ago, and they could not speak to him over great distances until she undid the spell again, Nox said that she had to limit his reach, and that of the Monster inside him, as much as possible; and even right outside the door in the Realm of Dreams, she had to make sure nothing could get out of Boom's mind.

Fortunately, she had already safely visited Shining, Summer, and even Courage, surprisingly enough, where she discovered that he was able to speak, leaving Light incredibly confused as she continued, without bothering to explain, and quietly said that she had only one more door to step through; but after a moment of silence, and Light briefly mumbling, they asked her if she had counted correctly.

A blush grew upon her face in return as she shyly looked up at Light with a smirk on her face, when they, too, realised, and they let go to stare at her incredulously, before they covered their mouth with their hoof in an attempt to muffle their growing laughter; but when their laughter grew silent a moment later, and tears of joy formed in their eyes, Light removed their hoof to pull Nox closer.

The quiet snickering and giggling of the Kirin around her made Nox laugh in turn, before she said:

"Don't you dare let them know that I told you this…"

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A flicker of a smile peeked through her lips when he mentioned himself knowing her, the warmth coming even when he seemingly only used his words. "I'm glad you do, Hiccup."

Being a little comforted by the fact Ruffnut did back off after, Freya hadn't fully registered what he said about Arvid until he completely finished, blinking at her boyfriend in a bewildered expression. "Wait…you're telling me that guy wanted to dance with me..?" She scoffed, waving one of her hands in the air as if shooing something away, "Maybe him and Ruffnut should've tried dancing together instead..!"

She dramatically gasped when he gave a subtle 'threat' concerning the other viking, although the amused smirk she had on went against her 'protest'. "Hiccup! You wouldn't dare..!" Resisting the urge to quickly peck his cheek, she felt pleased that the future Chief showed he had the same inclinations towards the whole situation, even if she assumed he wouldn't actually hurt Arvid. Probably.

Acknowledging that he mentioned next year, another smile made itself visible on her lips, snorting quietly to herself before answering: "I think Gobber will outshine both of us..!"

Her eyes landed on the flowers he laid out on the table, lightly touching the intertwined black tresses to discover that he hadn't even messed up her braid either. "Yeah…I usually don't like keeping my entire hair in a braid anyways…but, thank you for helping, again."

Chuckling alongside him, Freya shook her head while poking his shoulder. "Hey, you still got it!" Her hand reached for his, gaze enveloped in affection. "Also, off topic, but I really enjoy hearing you laugh. You should do it more often." She added the last part in a playful manner, although she meant it.

"Nope…maybe we should pick a day where I finally count them all." She jested, simultaneously attempting to finish marking the rest of his freckles as he looked away.

It felt..nice talking everything out, despite Freya not used to always voicing her concerns about..mostly anything. Normally, she'd keep it to herself and wait until it didn't bother her as much, but this was different. And she was grateful for that. "I appreciate you, you know."

Melting into his touch, her eyes calmly shut as he kissed her, yet another smile forming at his response. "Thank you…I was just..nervous, I guess, to speak on things like that.."

She tried to contain her excitement once the winning question came, scooting closer almost immediately as she inspected his braid. "Yup, sounds good. Sure." Thankfully, Ayla's tie still remained strong enough to reuse, much to her relief.

Freya carefully held the small plait in one hand, her other one gently untying the lace from the auburn strands before undoing the braid. Not realizing how enthusiastic she appeared by the simple action, her voice was quiet as she spoke. "Thank you for letting me do this.. I've probably said that a hundred times already but I don't know what else to say.."

Brushing through the piece of hair with her finger, she made sure it wasn't tangled or ruffled in any way before attentively interweaving it. "Even though I don't like waking up very early… I'll see if I can at least get out of here more..promptly tomorrow." It was her favorite holiday after all, so she strived not to sleep in.

Sparing a short glance at the future Chief, she felt content, even if the braid was already close to being finished. "I'm happy I get to spend this Snoggletog with you, Hiccup. It's way easier to do that than trying to avoid you all day.." She chuckled, wrapping the tie around the intertwined locks as she shifted back to examine her completed work.

"There. Done!" Freya proudly lifted her chin, placing her hands on her hips. "Pretty good, if I do say so myself.." Remembering what happened a while ago with them both, she suddenly ruffled the top of his hair. "I hadn't said this yet, but your hair is very soft."

Realizing they still had the face paint on, she stood while stretching her arms. "Well… If I wanna get up on time tomorrow, I should probably..get to bed now… Clean this paint off.." She was a bit reluctant to be the one who brought the reminder that they eventually had to leave each other's company, but it had to be done.

Nodding to confirm, he replied, "If I hadn't gotten to you when I did, he was going to move in." At her comment, he couldn't help but laugh. "Ruffnut and Arvid? I think she'd sooner punch him than dance with him! Then Tuffnut would punch him too, just to not feel left out..." The mental image of it made him laugh a little more, shaking his head at the thought.

Grinning, his voice made him sound more serious than he actually was. "I would! Can't have him thinking he could just, move in on you like that now, can I? No, I think that Toothless and I should pay him a little visit, give him a little taste of just who he's dealing with..." Attempting to suppress a smirk, he arched a brow, nodding with as much seriousness as he could muster.

Laughing, he dropped the facade, running a hand through his hair. "No, no, I--I probably wouldn't, unless he continues the way he was going tonight." The way Arvid glared at Hiccup didn't get past the future chief, and that anger could someday rear its ugly head...with himself or Freya as the target.

Finding her snorting to be kind of cute, he smiled warmly at her and answered, "Gobber outshines all of us, every year!" Laughing lightly, he added, "If I'm dancing with you, I may not even notice Gobber's moves next year..."

Giving a small nod, he said, "Anytime. I'm here for you, no matter what you need." Cheesy? Probably. But, she did say he was the only one who could get away with it...

Turning to face her, he was still laughing, "Got what? Limbs?" Holding up his arms and sticking out his right leg, he jokingly said, "Ah, yes! Three out of four! Not too bad, hey?" Still smiling, he tilted his head. "Yeah? Thanks, I uh, I like yours, too!"

Playing along, he nodded. "Sure! But," he held up a finger, "but, I wouldn't know what to do with you staring at me like that. I'm afraid the only option is for you to count them while I sleep," he spoke casually, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "otherwise, you might not get me to sit still long enough!"

The laughter having died down, he laced his fingers between hers, sitting closer. "I know. And...you oughta know that I appreciate you too. More than I can ever say."

Shaking his head, he gently brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Don't be. If we want this to work, you need to know that if anything is bothering you, I want you to tell me, and I'll do the same with you."

He couldn't help it, he chuckled lightly at her restrained excitement when she heard his request. It made him suspect that she was hoping he'd say that all along.

Tilting his head to give her better access to the braid, he was still smiling as she removed the tie. "Yeah, of course. It's not exactly easy for me to fix it myself, given the length and angle."

Keeping his head still, his eyes darted over to her. He too was glad she was no longer avoiding him. Now that they were so close, he couldn't imagine what things would be like if she distanced herself again, or they never got trapped in that cave. "Me too. You know, I was thinking..." He paused before continuing, "I was wondering, do you think we could meet in the cove for a bit tomorrow? Just the two of us? A-and our dragons, of course..."

He squeezed his eyes shut, suppressing a grin when she ruffled his hair. Once she finished, he reached up to smooth his unruly locks, "I guess it is kinda soft. Not sure what I did to get it that way, but I'm glad you enjoy it, all the same!"

His expression fell a bit, realizing they'd have to say goodbye soon, even if it was only for the night. Reaching up to touch the paint on his cheek, he said, "Right, I uh, I forgot about that..." Standing up as well, he pushed his chair back in.

"Why don't we help each other get the paint off, before I head home?"

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maid's worst nightmare - ch 35

happy early valentine's day~

previous chapters

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Bowser had no idea exactly what you were up to but he did know you were taunting him, taking off at a full sprint as you laughed. Had Peach done something to you somehow? Or, wait - did it have something to do with being teased about not falling in love? The moment she'd said it, you'd flushed with embarrassment…

He didn't dare to hope it meant what he wanted it to mean. For now, he focused on the enchanting scent of your happiness as he barreled after you; there was a sort of thrill in chasing you down, heightened by your lingering giggles when you narrowly avoided his grasping hands by ducking under his arm as you suddenly changed directions.

"Hey!" he shouted; it took him way too long to turn around for his liking.

You laughed and met his gaze over your shoulder. "Gotta be faster, big man!" Oh, you weren't taunting him; you were teasing him.

And he liked it.

"You'll run outta stamina before I do!" he threatened as he started to catch up again. This time, he was prepared for you to try the same tactic to get around him, but instead of bolting under his arm you slipped down an adjacent hallway.

You just laughed; he could hear the breathiness already. It was only a matter of time now.

His claws dug into the carpet as he rounded the corner behind you, his tail swinging out to the side to keep him balanced as he entered the long hallway.

Oh, you were so done! There was no chance to escape because he wouldn't let you dip around him again, and there weren't any offshoot hallways until the very end, so unless you suddenly gained the jumping ability of the stupid Italian brothers, he had you.

But of course you weren't giving up; he could see your legs working hard to keep ahead of him even as he neared you again. He had to give you credit for trying to outrun him… it was just too bad you wouldn't be able to.

Just as you started to almost get near the end of the hallway, he finally got his hands around your waist and snatched you up with a triumphant laugh. You squealed and squirmed, but ultimately fell into airy laughter, trying to regain some breath at the same time. There was an undeniable charge in the air between you two that he didn't plan on ignoring any longer.

"Damn," you panted softly, letting him turn you to face him, "I've run from my feelings before, but having them physically chase me was a new experience."

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he quietly turned to press your back against the wall. "Don't start things ya can't finish," he rumbled deeply, watching with a smug feeling as your cheeks flushed. He was trying to tease you, but he was also teasing himself at the same time, his tail swaying quickly behind him.

Okay. He couldn't stand it any longer. The chase (as short as it was), the fucking adorable blush on your face, the sweet absence of fear despite those round doe eyes… You liked him. Dare he think it: you loved him.

His head tilted slightly to the side and without another thought or hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours.

It wasn't a perfect fit, due to obvious reasons, but he couldn't deny the electricity that shot through him; you obviously felt the same, because instead of pushing him away, you tangled your fingers in his mane. And fuck if that didn’t make his big heart flutter. Your lips were warm and soft as you kissed him right back, not an ounce of hesitation there - despite what he knew you’d been through.

You had trusted him with one of the biggest secrets a person could carry with them and now you were starting to trust him with a sort of intimacy he’d never actually thought he’d experience. Through all the times he’d kidnapped Peach, daydreamed about a partner that reciprocated, laid awake at night in his repressed loneliness, he’d never actually imagined he’d find someone who would put up with him, yet here you were: a traumatized little handmaiden too afraid to say her real name.

He wouldn’t trade you for the goddamned world.

You cupped your hands at the base of his horns and tried to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. An involuntary deep, dominating growl pushed its way from his throat at the action. Instead of trying to shy away, you responded with a soft noise of your own that - oh fuck. Oh shit. That wasn’t just a simple little hum.

He inhaled sharply, the kiss mutually broken as you both popped your eyes open to stare at each other. Your hand came up to cover your mouth.

“You fuckin’ moaned,” he breathed. He pressed against you a little, another involuntary growl leaving him as he carefully tucked his nose into your bruised neck and inhaled your scent. “You moaned.”

You shook your head defiantly, but he could feel the shiver that shot up your spine. “It was not a moan,” you mumbled.

He kissed your neck lightly. “Keep tellin’ yerself that, baby. I know what I heard.” You rewarded him with another shiver as you exposed your neck a little, and he quite happily began to pepper your bruised throat with sweet little kisses. He was very careful not to hurt you.

“Fuck, Bows…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering lightly. He knew you were absolutely soaking up this innocent attention like a sponge… unfortunately, though, you just made something too easy for him.

“With pleasure,” he growled with a wide smirk.

You squeaked softly when he pulled you away from the wall, your eyes going wide. “W-wait–!”

“Relax, Samecca. I know you ain’t ready for that just yet.” As much as he wanted it already, he would absolutely wait for you to come to him… or, fuck it, you might make him chase you again or something. Either way, he’d let you tell him somehow when you were ready, in your own time. “We’ll take it slow. Promise, okay?”

Immediately, he felt you relax in his arms, and you nodded. You both knew the jokes would have a slightly more serious undertone now, certainly some genuine flirting, but he felt it had been important to remind you that he would keep his word about not taking advantage of you.

“I promise I’ll speak up when I don’t like something,” you murmured, then pulled him in for another kiss. He rumbled as he practically melted into it, but after a few moments something occurred to him and he pulled his head back.

“Let me clarify somethin’,” he said, and you nodded. “When ya say that… you mean if things gettin’ kinda hot ‘n heavy, and you not sayin’ nothin’ to me ‘bout stoppin’... I’m good to just keep goin’?”

You gently stroked his snout, your hands as gentle and soft as ever as they ran from his cheeks to his nose. “Exactly. I reserve the right to stop in the middle of anything we’re doing, but if I’m not speaking up, then I’m okay with you not stopping. That’s a promise.”

Good, that would actually make things very easy for him. He wouldn’t be constantly guessing if you were okay, and you were free to test your own limits while knowing that he would stop at any point for you. Certainly that sweet little moan of yours would keep him enough company in certain moments to let him be as patient with you as you needed. He figured it also couldn’t hurt to just straight up ask you about some stuff too, probably, so he decided he would start with something on the easier side.

“Hickies?” he grunted, shifting to carry you bridal-style as he headed back down the hallway toward his room.

“What about them?”

He snorted softly and glanced down at you. “Can I give them to ya?”

You blushed, hiding your face, but he felt you nod against his chest. “S-sure… but what if your kids ask…?” you squeaked out.

“Never said they gotta be on yer neck, did I?” He snickered quietly.

You didn’t respond, highly embarrassed… but you also didn’t contradict him or say no. He blinked when he realized. Before he could ask, though, his nose was suddenly tingling with a scent he’d never smelled before, and he found himself picking up his pace a little. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, just that you suddenly smelled like heaven. It was to the point that his mouth was beginning to water.

He’d have to figure it out when he got you to the room for lunch. Hopefully the food would already be waiting, which would give you two some time without the pressure of knowing the time would be interrupted. Just had to get there…

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #super mario bros

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