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narupilled · 21 days ago

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helllooo!!! you are like a dream come true to me man so many of my fav fandoms aaa... could i req ivan (alnst) hurt to comfort? (completely up to u, but just an idea could be that they had a misunderstanding,, yk miscommunication.. </3) BUT its completely optional ofc feel free to ignore!! hope u have a great day! <3

“ stupid “

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Ivan / GN!Reader

𐙚 Warnings: hurt to comfort, reader is kinda sensitive!! theyre also very,, self deprecating ,, miscommunication (like. Really miscommunicating) probably an au idk but read it however u want <3

𐙚 You overhear Ivan, your beloved best friend whom you’ve unfortunately caught feelings for, talking to someone about his crush. Being crushed by this, you begin to ignore him to get away from your feelings …

You and Ivan are best friends !

Nobody understood why you stayed with him. To everyone else, they were off put and maybe intimidated by the quiet boy. But, to you, he was the sweetest ever.

You two were attached by the hip, even after he adapted to ‘normalcy’, even after everything you two have been through, your friendship never weakened.

Though, your feelings for him transcended friendship.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid..’ was the only thing that you could hear in your head right now.

You shouldn’t have been there. You shouldn’t have heard it.

“I think I like them. More than I should.” Ivan’s voice echoed in your head. His voice was much softer, like he felt himself at ease with the mere thought of the person. It hurt.

You had spent so, so long trying to push down your feelings, to convince yourself that he would never see you that way. But even with how much you tried to tell yourself that— he made it so hard.

“Don’t be stupid, I don’t think they even see me that way.” Ivan admitted to the man he was talking to, his laugh sounding almost pained. “I mean.. why would they?”

Even just thinking about it, it stung. You didn’t know why you were being so sensitive about it. It was so stupid.

You felt stupid.

All those moments, all those fleeting touches, the way he always sought you out first— before anyone else.. you had let yourself believe that he could, just for a second, that maybe… just maybe…

But no. It had never been you. It was never going to be you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

After that, you started pulling away from him.

You weren’t mean about it, though. But you never gave your interactions with him your all anymore. Ivan wasn’t naïve, he noticed it almost immediately.

Though, he did let it drag on. It was fucking painful. You didn’t give him those cute big smiles when you saw him, just a small one. You weren’t clingy with him anymore, the list could go on and on.

Ivan couldn’t take it any longer. Without you, everything felt dull. The things that used to ground him, the little moments that once felt effortless—none of it felt the same.

You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t know why!

All he knew was that he needed you. And yet, every time he reached out, you only seemed to pull further away.

You’ve only made things worse for the both of you by just flat out ignoring him at this point. But what choice did you have? Clinging to someone who already loved someone else would only hurt more in the end.

As you tried to avoid him another day, he snapped.

He stood tall infront of you, he was always so soft. Now he just looks… down.

“You’re avoiding me.” Ivan’s voice wasn’t angry, it wasn’t full of rage. It was something worse. It was hurt.

Seeing him up close like this made your heart skip a beat, even after all the quarantining you did from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” the shittiest excuse ever spilled out of your mouth due to your nervousness. You mentally beat yourself up for that.

“Bullshit. Don’t pull that on me.” Ivan’s raised his voice. You flinched.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes— his eyes... they held something raw. Something desperate.

“I don’t understand..” His eyes pierced through you, leaving you nowhere to hide. “Please just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was softer, desperate, even.

It was too much to handle..! Your vision blurred as you directed your gaze to the ground. “Ivan— I..” All the emotions you’ve been trying to hide cracked through your fake exterior—

His expression softened, clearly concerned over you. “I’m sorry— It hurts so much. Do you— do you know what it’s like to love someone who will never look at you the same way?” With the tears blurring your vision, you couldn’t see how he was reacting to all of this.

“…To spend every second wishing—begging—that maybe, just maybe, you’d see me the way I see you?” Ivan was perplexed. The person of his dreams, confessing to him, but in this way? He didn’t like it. He wanted to see you smile.

You swallowed, your breath unsteady as you finally lifted your head up and forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“I tried to ignore it— I told myself it didn’t matter, that it was better this way. But then you’d look at me like I was everything, and I’d let myself believe it. I let myself hope—“ Your voice wavered, the ache rising through your throat. “And that was my biggest mistake.”

Ivan remained silent, even though he so desperately wanted to kiss your tears away, tell you that it was always you all this time, he let you vent everything out.

“I was so stupid... I should’ve let go a long time ago.” You fidgeted with your fingers, “I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

You stepped back. For the first time in forever, you wished you’ve never loved him at all.

Ivan, despite his silence, suffered deeply inside. The person he loved, the person he wished he could spend the rest of his life with, was breaking down because of him.

He wanted to reach for you, to pull you close and tell you that you were wrong, that you had always, always been the one. But he had waited too long. He had let you believe in your own made up lie, and you suffered because of it

Now you were looking at him like you regretted everything. Like you wished you had never caught feelings for him.

The thought nearly destroyed him.

“Stop,” he took a step forward to you, barely recognizing his own voice.

Ivan swallowed hard. “You’re not—You were never a mistake. And you were never wrong for hoping.”

“I thought—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “…I thought I was protecting myself. I thought if I told you—if I said it out loud—I’d lose you.”

You tilted your head. All the things he’s been saying, all the different feelings were getting you all confused.

Ivan’s voice wavered, but he forced himself to continue.

“I love you.” The words came out hoarse, unsteady, but undeniably true. “I have loved you. Every second. Every moment. It’s always been you.”

Your breath hitched. You just stared at him, eyes wide, disbelief written all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“…I was talking about you that day. Not someone else. I was too much of a coward to tell you it face to face.” His fists clenched at the sides. “And because of that, I hurt you. I should’ve told you the truth.”

His voice was softer now. He was desperate. He didn’t want some small miscommunication to break everything. “I dont care if you hate me. Atleast just know…” His hands cupped your cheek, rubbing away the fresh tears that had fallen during his declaration of love to you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you. I love you.”

Silence hung between you, the atmosphere heavy and fragile.

Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away.

Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away. “..Again. I’m sorry. I overreacted. Definitely.” You sighed, you wrapped your arms around him and he reciprocated.

“I’m sorry too.” For the very first time in weeks, he was at ease.

With you in his arms, the miscommunication problems behind you two, and with something new — something fragile yet full of promise and affection blossoming between you, Ivan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

And as he holds you close, the weight of his past doubts and heartbreak fades away, replaced by something lighter, something real.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

Author’s Note: HIII HI im so. Sorry this took so long.gang it was kinda bad opening this acxount the week i my final exams are happening… hey…………. School ends like. Next week so…. 🙏🙏 ill be free!!! This was so rushed too im sorry :( anyway!! Ill post my other requests soon <3 love u guys!! OH BTW ANON UR COOL I LIKE YOU

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you for reading !!! <3

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jenosfairygirl · 1 year ago

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y/n being fucked by haechan and jeno after dance practice.

(this ones a little longer- bc I forgot to upload it <3- enjoy)

"that's a wrap everyone" the choreographer shouts loudly with her voice booming and echoing off dance room walls.

you had been invited by jeno to watch the boys dance because they had a huge award show performance coming up and jeno was ecstatic for you being there, giving you puppy eyes when he first made the proposal.

mark filled the room loudly with his laugher over something jaemin and renjun had said, but you where to distracted watching jeno to pay attention to their conversation.

he sported black sweat shorts and over sized while t-shirt today, with a low baseball cap covering his cool silky black hair. jeno decided he wanted to grow his hair out in a shaggy like cut for your likes sake. it made you absolutely feral.

haechan notices you sitting on the floor and walks his way over you holding out a bottle of water, you notice this and glady accept the cool drink from the boy. haechan was one of the most cherished and loved members, so how could you resist?

"haechan, jeno- where going to go watch a movie at chenle's, wanna join us?" jisung says loudly with his deep voice bouncing off the walls.

by this time, most of the staff & dancers had left and the only people are where their personal management and the boys themselves.

"hmm im going to stay behind with jeno for a bit- ill meet you guys there" haechan says while plopping himself right next you against the cool glass mirror.

mark didn't question haechans repsonse and the rest of dream piled out the door with marks laughter following suit.

jeno went to back to practicing in the center of the dance floor, and you couldn't help but admire his physique.

you kept staring at him- biting your lip and squirming slightly until you where abruptly snapped out your thoughts.

"helllooo- earth to y/n...hellooo" haechan states waving his hand in your face.

"im sorry haha, I got lost in thought" you say, adjusting your lower half, feeling your thighs ruled with wetness.

"no sweat haha, if I where you i'd look too" he says staring off at jeno like a wildness thought.

you feel the wetness in your thighs grow- you never had thoughts of other dream members until jaemin and now...haechan? I mean he was like your best friend.

you ignore what he says and stand up to stretch only for haechan to reveal your embarrassing mess on the floor.

"uh..y/n, did you uhm.." he trails off, staring down at the wet spot left on the cream colored dance floor.

"oh my god" you say softly, with your pinkish cheeks heating up with embarrassment, you then cover up your face with your hands and slightly chuckle to yourself.

jeno notices and makes his over to you both - just to also see the same wet spot on the floor- "this is so embarrassing" you mutter quietly.

jeno and haechan shoot deep eye glances at each other then haechan lets out a low deep chuckle.

"hmm you know y/n, I know all about last week" he says standing up making his way over to meet you and jeno.

you look at jeno and shoot him the 'oh no you didn't spill' look, but to your surprise jeno grabs you by your arm and presses your body against his-with your ass against his bulge.

he was so hard, so thick and his cock was practically coming out of his shorts.

you where now facing haechan- a horny embarrassed mess- with your hair falling in front of your face.

haechan slowly stands over you, using his hand to slide your hair behind your ear, grabbing you by your chin with soft delicate fingers.

he bends down and inches himself near until his warm soft lips are touching your ears. you felt the warm breath come from his mouth and that sent tingles and shivers down your spine.

"jaemin couldn't stop talking about tight you where" he says softly and deeply -making you squirm between the two men.

"je-jeno" you slightly moan. you could feel his dick poke out of his pants, with your free hand you grab it and began stroking the boy behind you, hearing his breath hiss as he feels your cold hand on his angry hot tip.

"do you want me and haechan to fuck you baby? do you wanna see how much of a slut you truly are?" jeno spits in your ear- making you moan instantly. you nod your head profusely and slightly begin begging under your breath.

"hmm I can't wait to see what you look like bouncing on my cock baby" haechan whispers softly in your other ear.

jeno then quickly slides his hot hands under your hoodie- grabbing your tits and feeling your nipples harden. he then begins kissing your neck roughly- biting and sucking every area, letting everyone know you where his.

"hmm let me see how wet you are pretty girl" haechan spits roughly- he then yanks your shorts down, only to find out- today you weren't wearing any underwear

"no panties baby?" jeno asks deeply still continuing to play with your tits.

then without words you see haechan get on his knees in front of you, spreading apart your sticky wet thighs your honey, he then kisses up your legs making his way past your knees and biting your thighs. the warm wet salvia from haechans mouth made a even bigger mess as he began working his soft bites and kisses near your pussy.

with jenos dick still in your hand- you speed up, jacking him off at steady yet fast pace. jeno moans in your ear and lifts up your hoodie to expose your tits to the cool air of the room.

"fu-fuck please- fuck me please" you stammer out- almost crying due to the edging your enduring.

you then feel haechans mouth on your pussy- sucking and laping circles into your clit as fast as possible.

you let out a soft yet harsh moan, squeezing jenos dick in your hand- begging for some time of stimulation from them.

"fuck this-" jeno states, undoing his tangle around you- taking away haechans mouth from your throbbing core.

"what do you have in mind?" haechan says to jeno- now laying down on the cold floor- stroking his long fat cock.

you never thought in a million years that haechans dick would be so long and big..would it even be able to fit inside you?

"on top of him-now" jeno spits at you- grabbing you by the back of your neck and nudging you towards haechan.

you do as you where told and climb on top of him, feeling dick right at the entrance of your pussy.

you then feel jeno behind you- bending you over in doggy with his cock at your ass entrance.

"baby..I-" you mutter softly- not being all so sure you can handle the boys at the same time.

you feel jenos weight fill itself into your back and his warm sweet breath near your ear-

"if you want us to stop, just say the word baby" he says kissing your ear again softly.

you open your eyes- not even noticing they where closed to see haechan staring at you.

his cheeks where pink, his hair was all over the place and you notice his pupils where dilated. you never looked at him this way, but my god did he look delicious.

without warning-both boys slip there cocks into you, stretching you out and filling you up like a donut.

they then begin to move in rhythm like drummers- with one bouncing after the other.

the sounds of their balls smacking against you and your moans filled the air. you look up to see yourself sandwiched between the two men and that sent you into over drive.

"mo-more. please h-ha-harder" you moan out loudly, with your nails digging into haechans shoulders to keep your stable.

"mm you like this don't you? you're such a fucking slut my god" haechan mumbles while sucking your nipple. you bounce yourself fast aghast the boys- feeling jenos finger tangle themselves in your hair. he yanks your head back to force your eyes land on the mirror in front of you.

"look at yourself. getting fucked by me and my best friend" jeno spits putting his fingers around your throat and squeezing roughly.

"god- fuck! can I cum- please" you beg softly while still bouncing at full speed. you arch your back more so you can feel them go deeply inside you, you let at cry at how good it felt.

the slapping of wetness and moans filled the air and it made you see stars. you couldn't help but start begging for it- begging for something- you wanted to be like this for all of eternity.

"can I cum inside you doll?" haechan asks while slapping your nipple roughly, you nod and muster out "please- please please" you moan

"who's slut are you? who do you belong to?" jeno asks while restlessnessly pounding into your ass.

'you! jeno I belong to you!" you scream loudly- noting that anybody would be able to hear you at this point.

"fuck- fuck im gonna cum-" haechan says squirming beneath you then he using your hips slamming into your pussy at maximum speed.

"fuck- ah shit" jeno moans- noting that he's about the cum- grabbing your ass cheeks roughly- spreading them apart to look at his and haechans dick going in and out your abused holes.

"cum for us us baby" they both said simultaneously and with those words it sent you spiraling.

you felt the world around you collapse and your vision became nothing more than a hazy bubble with birds and fairies dancing around your head.

you felt their cocks twitch inside of you filling you lip with their warm sticky cum.

they stop moving with their dicks still inside you-using this moment to catch their breath and wipe the sweat off their foreheads.

haechan was the first to remove his dick- with the exist of it leaving a 'pop' sound as it it was opening champagne for the first time.

jeno then followed suit- taking his cock out of you- leaving you trembling and shaking in pain.

you then plop yourself into haechans warm chest- to tired to move your body or speak at all.

you feel jeno grab you and slowly begin to put your clothes on. he slides his over sized white tee and slides it onto you- filling your aura and bubble with his warm vanilla/burbon scent.

you snuggle in the shirt and you fall asleep in jenos arms.

"I hopes she's going to be okay.." haechan asks while fixing his pants and slides on his pants walking towards his duffle bag full of stuff.

"she'll be fine" jeno states in a shy tone-while stroking your pink flushed cheeks.

"nothing a little sleep can't fix" he says while holding you closely, kissing your forehead at you laid there fast asleep.

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zafill · 27 days ago

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Helllooo I dont rlly know if ur inbox is open so... feel free to deny!

Giyuu and 14 yo sister! Ok sooo his sister has Mitsuri's Personality! She is a kinoe rank like Tanjiro and others!

SISTER!?!?

oh em gee i love this, i had the story in draft for so long, i forgot to post it, :d -----

The tension in the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was thick enough to be cut with Nichirin steel. Tanjiro knelt on the stone floor, restrained by the Hashira, his face marred with dirt and worry. His sister, Nezuko, was locked inside her box, her very existence as a demon putting her at risk of immediate execution. The Hashira surrounded him like a council of judgment, their powerful presences bearing down on him.

Obanai Iguro sneered. “A Demon Slayer traveling with a demon? You must think us fools.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa scoffed, gripping the hilt of his sword. “You’re lucky we haven’t killed you already.”

Before anyone could say another word, the door to the courtyard suddenly burst open.

“OI! GIYUU! YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!”

A girl barreled into the tense scene, waving a carefully wrapped bento box over her head. She had a bright, sunny aura—completely out of place among the brooding warriors. Her wide grin was enough to throw even the most serious Hashira off guard.

“Geez, you’re hopeless sometimes,” she huffed, stomping over to Giyuu, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation. “I swear, if I don’t keep an eye on you, you’ll forget to eat and just drop dead one day.”

Silence.

The Hashira collectively blinked, stunned by the abrupt intrusion. Even Tanjiro looked up in shock.

“M-Mitsuri…?” he murmured in confusion before quickly realizing his mistake. No, this wasn’t the Love Hashira. The girl certainly had the same bubbly energy, but her uniform bore no Hashira markings. She was young—probably around his age—but there was something sharp in her eyes despite her bright demeanor.

Giyuu, still impassive as ever, sighed. “Y/N. Not now.”

Y/N pouted. “What do you mean ‘not now’?! You always forget your lunch. Do you know how long I spent making this? I even made your favorite! Look, I cut the rice into little bunny shapes—”

Her voice trailed off as she finally took in the scene around her.

The Hashira. The boy on the ground. The tension so thick it could choke her.

“…Oh.”

Rengoku’s hearty laugh suddenly broke the silence. “Ahaha! What an energetic young lady! And who might you be?”

Y/N straightened her posture, beaming. “I’m Y/N Tomioka! Kinoe-rank Demon Slayer, at your service!”

Several of the Hashira raised their eyebrows. A Kinoe? Despite her playful attitude, she was at the highest rank before Hashira. That was no small feat.

Tanjiro’s eyes widened. “Y/N?! I remember you! You helped us during the Spider Demon incident on Mount Natagumo!”

Y/N turned to him, tilting her head. A beat passed before recognition lit up her face. “Ohhh, you’re that guy with the forehead of steel! Yeah, I remember now! I thought you were pretty cool back then! But, uh…” She leaned forward, lowering her voice into a dramatic whisper. “You’re kinda in a lot of trouble, huh?”

Tanjiro gave a nervous chuckle. “Yeah… You could say that.”

Shinazugawa groaned, rubbing his temples. “Enough with this nonsense! You’re telling me this idiot is your brother?”

Y/N froze for a moment before slowly turning to Sanemi, her once playful demeanor shifting into something much sharper. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as her eyes narrowed.

“What did you just call my brother?” she asked, her voice unnaturally sweet—but her aura was anything but.

Sanemi met her glare with equal intensity, cracking his knuckles. “You deaf, brat? I called him an idiot.”

Y/N’s smile twitched. “Ohhh, okay.” She let out a small laugh, but it was anything but friendly. “Cool, cool, cool. So, uh…” Her fingers flexed as she cracked her own knuckles. “You wanna say that again so I can knock your teeth out?”

The tension skyrocketed as the two Slayers locked eyes, both practically radiating the desire to throw hands.

Sanemi’s smirk widened. “Hah! You’ve got a lotta nerve, brat. You really think you can take me?”

“Oh, I know I can take you,” Y/N shot back, rolling her shoulders. “You’re all bark and no bite. Just because you scream the loudest doesn’t mean you’re the strongest.”

Sanemi’s eye twitched. “Oh, that’s it—”

He stepped forward at the same time Y/N did, both ready to swing, when—

WHAM!

A firm hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s uniform and yanked her backward, halting her in place before she could launch herself at Sanemi. Giyuu held her by the collar like an unruly cat, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“Y/N,” he said flatly.

“What?! He started it!” she protested, flailing slightly in his grip.

Sanemi scoffed. “Tch. Figures. You’re just as annoying as your brother.”

Y/N stopped struggling. Her head slowly turned back toward the Wind Hashira, her eye twitching.

“Oh, that’s it—PUT ME DOWN, GIYUU! LET ME AT HIM!”

Giyuu didn’t even blink as he held her firmly in place, ignoring her kicking and squirming. “No.”

Mitsuri giggled behind her hand. “Aww, Y/N-chan is so passionate! But maybe fighting Sanemi here isn’t the best idea…”

“Speak for yourself,” Uzui chuckled. “This might actually be entertaining.”

Muichiro yawned. “I don’t care.”

“Come on, just one punch!” Y/N begged, still trying to wriggle free. “Just one! He deserves it!”

Giyuu sighed, finally setting her down, but kept a firm hand on her shoulder. “We’re not here to fight the Hashira.”

Y/N sighed dramatically as Giyuu finally set her down, but she still looked like she was itching to throw a punch. She crossed her arms, kicking a small rock on the ground as if that would somehow vent her frustration. Her bright eyes flickered over to Tanjiro, and she tilted her head, still clearly toeing down from her near-brawl with Sanemi.

“So,” she huffed, narrowing her gaze at him. “What did you do?”

Tanjiro gulped slightly under her intense stare, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “W-Well… It’s not really what I did—it’s about Nezuko…”

Y/N blinked, then looked around at the scene again, finally fully piecing everything together. She squatted down to be at eye level with Tanjiro, resting her chin on her hands. “Sooo, lemme get this straight… These guys wanna kill your sister because she’s a demon, but you’re saying she won’t hurt anyone?”

Tanjiro nodded, his face determined. “Exactly! Nezuko hasn’t eaten a single human! She even resisted blood when she was injured. She sees humans as family, not food!”

Y/N’s nose scrunched up. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” Shinazugawa snapped, still annoyed by her presence.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I mean, that’s the whole reason you guys are acting like he just killed a bunch of people?” She scoffed, throwing her hands up. “Pffft. Wow. And here I thought it was something serious.”

The Hashira collectively twitched.

“IT IS SERIOUS, BRAT!” Sanemi barked, his temper flaring again. “A DEMON IS A DEMON! WE CAN’T JUST—”

Y/N held up a finger. “Ah, ah, ah—tell me, oh wise Wind Hashira, do you have proof that his sister’s dangerous?”

Sanemi grit his teeth. “I—That’s not the point!”

“Ohhh, but it kinda is.” Y/N grinned. “Y’know, Master Kagaya always says we should think before we act, right? So, if you don’t actually know she’s a threat, then you’re just making assumptions.” She poked the side of her head. “That’s not very logical, is it?”

Sanemi’s eye twitched violently.

“Y/N,” Giyuu said in that calm, firm tone of his.

She sighed dramatically again, standing up. “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up. But I still think you guys are making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.” She turned back to Tanjiro, hands on her hips. “Don’t worry, Forehead Boy. If they try anything unfair, I’ll back you up.”

Tanjiro blinked in surprise before offering a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N-san.”

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The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in deep shades of blue and violet. A gentle breeze rolled over the Butterfly Mansion, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly made rice. The once-tense atmosphere from earlier had finally settled, and now, Tanjiro and Y/N sat side by side on the rooftop, quietly munching on their onigiri.

Y/N swung her legs lazily over the edge, her usual energetic demeanor slightly dimmed as she focused on eating. “Man… What a day,” she mumbled through a mouthful of rice.

Tanjiro chuckled softly. “Yeah… I thought for sure they were going to kill me on the spot.”

Y/N scoffed. “Pfft. As if I’d let that happen.” She took another bite before glancing at him. “Seriously, though… you’re crazy for pulling something like that.”

Tanjiro swallowed before replying. “I had to. Nezuko is my family.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment before she smiled, nudging his shoulder with her own. “You’re pretty cool, Forehead Boy. Stupid, but cool.”

Tanjiro laughed. “I could say the same about you.”

She gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Wow. Rude.”

Tanjiro simply smiled. Despite her teasing, there was something about Y/N’s presence that made him feel at ease. It reminded him of Mitsuri in a way—warm, reassuring, like the feeling of a familiar home.

Y/N leaned back, resting her hands behind her. “Y’know… Giyuu doesn’t talk about people much, but I can tell he doesn’t hate you.”

Tanjiro blinked. “Huh?”

“I mean, he’s always quiet, but he lets you stick around,” she explained, tilting her head toward him. “That means he at least thinks you’re decent. And trust me, that’s a big deal with my brother.”

Tanjiro thought about it for a moment. He had always felt a sense of gratitude toward Giyuu for protecting Nezuko and giving him a chance when no one else would. But hearing this from Y/N made it feel… different. More meaningful.

“I respect him a lot,” Tanjiro admitted. “He saved me and Nezuko. I owe him everything.”

Y/N hummed, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, he’s like that. He doesn’t say much, but he cares. I just wish more people saw that.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of chirping crickets filling the air.

Then, Y/N suddenly grinned. “Oh, by the way.”

Tanjiro turned to her. “Hmm?”

She held out an extra onigiri, her eyes glinting mischievously. “I totally stole this from Sanemi’s plate earlier.”

Tanjiro nearly choked on his rice. “W-What?! Y/N-san, he’s going to kill you!”

She laughed. “Worth it.”

Tanjiro let out a nervous chuckle as he cautiously accepted the stolen onigiri, glancing around as if Sanemi might suddenly burst onto the rooftop, sword in hand. “You’re really not afraid of him, huh?”

Y/N shrugged, popping the last bit of her rice ball into her mouth. “Nah. He’s just a loud, angry cat pretending to be a lion.”

Tanjiro smiled at that, but after a moment, his expression softened. He glanced at her, his voice quieter this time. “Y/N-san… can I ask you something?”

She turned her head toward him, tilting it slightly. “Sure. What’s up?”

Tanjiro hesitated before carefully choosing his words. “You’ve talked about Giyuu a lot, but… what about you? I don’t know much about you.”

For a moment, Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the question. She wasn’t used to people asking about her.

“Well, you already know I’m the cooler Tomioka sibling,” she said with a teasing grin, but when Tanjiro remained quiet, she sighed and leaned back on her hands, gazing up at the stars. “…There’s not much to tell, really. I grew up with Giyuu, obviously, but… we had an older sister too.”

Tanjiro’s eyes widened slightly. “You did?”

“Mm-hmm.” Y/N nodded, but her expression turned thoughtful, almost distant. “Her name was Tsutako. She… died a long time ago, when I was just a baby.”

Tanjiro’s heart clenched at her words. He knew the pain of losing family all too well.

“I don’t really remember her,” Y/N admitted, playing with the fabric of her sleeve. “Not her face, not her voice… but I do remember a song.”

“A song?” Tanjiro echoed.

“Yeah.” She smiled softly. “Giyuu told me that before everything happened, Tsutako used to hum it to me whenever I was fussy. I guess it worked, ‘cause whenever I hear it, it makes me feel… safe.”

There was a brief silence, the wind carrying the quiet rustling of leaves through the air. Then, gently, Y/N started humming.

It was a simple tune—soft, slow, almost like a lullaby. It was warm, nostalgic, like something meant to ward off bad dreams and soothe troubled hearts.

Tanjiro closed his eyes for a moment, letting the melody settle around them. He could almost picture it: a young Giyuu, a baby Y/N, and an older sister who loved them both enough to sing them to sleep.

When Y/N stopped humming, she let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. “Pretty, right?”

Tanjiro opened his eyes and nodded, his gaze gentle. “Yeah… it is.”

Y/N smiled, a bit more genuinely this time. “Maybe one day, I’ll hum it for Giyuu. I don’t know if he remembers it, but… I think he’d like it.”

Tanjiro smiled warmly at Y/N’s words, imagining how Giyuu might react to hearing that melody again. But before he could say anything, a loud, furious voice shattered the peaceful moment.

“OI, YOU DAMN BRAT!”

Both Y/N and Tanjiro nearly jumped out of their skin as Sanemi’s unmistakable roar echoed through the Butterfly Mansion.

Y/N blinked, then slowly turned her head toward the source of the voice—only to see Sanemi standing below, glaring up at them with pure rage in his eyes. He held an empty plate in his hand, his grip so tight it looked like it might crack.

“DID YOU STEAL MY ONIGIRI?!”

Tanjiro paled, instinctively scooting away from Y/N.

Y/N, on the other hand, had the audacity to smirk. She casually leaned over the edge of the roof, resting her chin in her palm. “Huh? Ohhh, you mean that one I ate like an hour ago?” She gave a dramatic gasp. “Wait, was that yours? Oops.”

Sanemi’s eye twitched violently. “YOU—”

Before he could finish, Y/N immediately shot up to her feet and took off running across the rooftop. “WORTH IT!”

“GET BACK HERE, YOU DAMN GREMLIN—!”

Tanjiro watched in horrified amusement as Y/N cackled, dodging a very real attempt from Sanemi to actually climb onto the roof after her.

From inside the mansion, multiple voices rang out.

“Sanemi! Stop trying to break the building!”

“Y/N-chan, what did you do this time?”

“Tomioka, control your sister.”

Giyuu, who had just walked outside, sighed deeply at the sight before him. “No.”

Tanjiro simply shook his head, letting out a small laugh. For all the chaos that surrounded Y/N, there was something comforting about it. He had a feeling things would never be quiet with her around—but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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satoruhour · 1 year ago

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Helllooo!!!! I hope you're doing well<33 I'm not sure if you're taking requests so this can be taken as a random rant as well. (I'm in my exam week-depressed-stressed era lol) but is it just me Or the animated version of choso and the mans voice actor just doubled his hotness!?? Hence why me is here to ask if you could do a choso street racer au, could be anything from him meeting at a race or him taking them drifting? Idk but I just need more racer choso au's😭😭😭

LUCKY DIME

a/n: oh no my love i hope your exams went well and that you’re resting comfortably now ❤️ OFCCCC i planned to write a racer!choso for so long i just didnt have any motivation / tagging @screampied

wc: 3k

warnings: racer!choso, reader is ‘dating’ a weirdo, fem!reader, threat of sexual assault (from weirdo guy), threatening harm, flashback, unsafe driving tendencies (dont follow them in this fic lol pls drive safely), semi-public sex (parking lot), car sex, slight nipple play, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, finger sucking, implied multiple rounds and p -> v sex later on, n*sfw under the cut

choso hasn’t always been open about his origins — moving from the shimotsuma district to shibuya just two years ago in need of quick cash to send back to his struggling mother. it was a hard decision on both ends, with his mother advocating more for him to leave for a better life than the one she could offer. he acquiesced with a promise to earn enough to send back to her every month in return for the secret stash she provided for him and that promise meant everything. he was going to get money no matter what.

even if it meant meddling with the local yakuza, doing petty little tasks of collecting money, escorting the people important to the oyabun to their meeting places, being on lookouts while gambling and prostitution happens indoors. choso would never write back to his mother on what he’s been doing to get so much money, but if he’s able to send a hefty amount back to her on every 29th, he’s satisfied.

that is until he’s met with a couple arguing as they walk along the alleyway, creating such a ruckus that choso’s sure they could power the whole of shibuya — well, more of the man, anyways, saying something about racing and cars that he’s not even sure he catches on.

“well, if you just listened to her and opted for a flat-plane rather than use a cross-plane, maybe you wouldn’t have lost the race!” you’re throwing your hands up, struggling to walk behind in these new heels you bought while you navigate the dark alleyway. for a boy who’s expressed interest in you, he wasn’t doing well in trying to keep you one bit. you’d say he’s rather annoyed that you know so much about cars, trying to genuinely help him while he just sees it as attacks.

“yeah, well, if you kept your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have embarrassed me about losing to noritoshi.” you roll your eyes, unaware you’re passing a dangerous area with dangerous activities behind the door choso was guarding, nor do you notice the way the bodyguard perks up at the name of noritoshi, who sounds awfully familiar.

you scoff, “trust me, you embarrassed yourself the moment you tried to challenge the dude,” it was meant to be a harmless comment; noritoshi could never measure up to the famous four, but he practised his drifting hard enough and put in the hard work, stayed humble. he was everything that your “man” wasn’t, and it was only deserved that he didn’t win. ultimately, you didn’t expect much from a man in the illegal racing scene who only cared about who had the nicest engines and paint finishes.

“what’d you say?”

choso keeps a close eye on the both of you.

“it was nothing—” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his arm to get him to stop shouting so loud when you notice the person standing in front of a shady door — twin pigtails hairstyle with a dead look in his eyes and a tattoo across his nose, dressed up in a suit. it was scary enough walking through a dimly-lit alleyway, but your fear heightens when your eyes fall upon the surroundings of ashes of late night campfires, dried blood along the walls, and used condoms on the floor.

“no, no, tell me what you said, just so i know that i heard you right,” your “man” insisted, stepping up so close to you that your nerves were on high alert from the proximity and the possibility of that someone just a few feet away inflicting harm on the both of you.

“it was nothing! i just meant that you didn’t have a chance against noritoshi from the st—” it’s like you hit a sensitive nerve, because the next thing he’s doing is grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, not aware of how choso perks up even more, ready to leave his post. it borderline hurts with the way he grasps at your skin, paired with the discomfort of your heels and outfit, you can’t just wait to get home and rest up.

“ohh, so that’s what you said!” the man continues to tug you, not heeding your pleas for him to stop, “might as well just leave you here with the yakuza to see whether you stand a chance.”

that’s what the man was guarding . . wait.

a shout wretches out of you when you notice there’s no shadows at the door that’s lit simply with fluorescence at the same time the mysterious man has one hand each on your arms.

“who are you—” your “man” has the gall to speak first, shocked at the stronger grip of the other when he tears the fingers away from your wrist before stumbling back. the mysterious guy simply tugs you into his hold, levelling the other with just a stare from his eyes that’s got him babbling and stuttering in fear. you hate to admit that once the man beside you speaks, your body curls into his side — it’s like a smooth cup of coffee that you gravitate towards.

“do you want to repeat what you just said?” choso puts you behind him as he approaches the other, one step taken while the cowering one takes one step back. “because i can always open the door i’m guarding and let them take care of you, instead.”

“t-that wouldn’t be necessary—” he’s adamant on his threatening, taking out a flip phone and dialling numbers one by one, no doubt the number of his boss. he doesn’t even look at you, eyes trained on the pigtailed man as he continues to dial the number and pressing call. if choso’s being honest, he’s about to shit himself just as much, never having called his saiko-komon personally before so he only fakes the number, thanking the heavens that someone somewhere decided to call his boss’ phone just at the same time.

they all hear it, the familiar nokia ringtone from behind the door, but in choso’s ear, all it says is that it’s an invalid number that garners no answer. he talks over the operator’s voice anyway.

“yeah, i need you to take care of this guy. just outside here—” that’s enough for him to go running away, puddles splashing and his voice crying out for civilisation, although you’re not too happy yourself, afraid for your own fate. kept like a pet for the yakuza? made to work for them to pay off this small helping hand? commit—

you sit up from the hood, “you called a fake number?!” it’s hard to say when that fateful meeting turned into this over the past few months, asking choso to recount the night the two of you met out of curiosity when you realise that your yakuza-accountant boyfriend had dialled a fake number the whole time.

“i had just joined! i wasn’t going to phone my boss . .” he sheepishly says with head turned to you, and while you’re giving him brutal smacks on the shoulder (“what! if! he! hadn’t! run! away! were you going to let a phone operator beat him up?”), you’re still thankful he decided to step in at the right time even if his heroic act had been brought down a notch by this revelation.

it’s then that he asks about the whole racing thing you were involved in but you’re taken aback by the fact that he wasn’t going to make you do anything in return. even if the alley had boasted its dubiousness, you realise than the man standing in front of you was not much older than you, a childish sparkle in his eyes when you entertained the question. with a random number in your phone, it was up to you if you wanted to text him, but after a few races, you think that he was just too handsome to pass up.

choso picked up racing and drifting fast, joining your small group of friends of yuji, megumi and nobara who were all rising up the ranks. it was difficult, knowing the famous four, but it didn’t hurt trying to build a reputation in the underground scene. he practised around the docks, crashing into crates, sending the seagulls flying, and almost sending your scrap car over the edge.

“tokyo is pretty at this time of night,” choso mumbles as he sits up, too, liking the way you scooch closer to him on the hood of his 1967 Ford Mustang.

“tokyo is cold, i’m lucky i’m not freezing to death.” you tease him even when you’re wearing his warm jacket, squealing when his cold hands make it under the jacket and your shirt.

“how are you cold, that jacket’s wool!” he nestles his face into your neck, freezing nose touching the skin there and you giggle, trying your best to push him away. choso says that, but he’s happy to see you in his jacket while his arms tingle with both frost and lovesickness. “you’re just extra sensitive to the cold.”

before you can retaliate, though, he’s pulling away from your body heat to look you in the eye; it was a wonder he even got you, a girl who’s just so passionate about cars and who taught him everything he needed to know about it. six months down the road, he’s writing about something other than living paycheck to paycheck again, getting in some extra money from racing as well.

��wanna drive?”

you grin, hopping off his hood before jumping into the car beside him and he only laughs at your enthusiasm, hopping in after you and starting the ignition. you wish it was like this before every race: you beside him in the passenger seat as he gets ready to race against his opponent. the rev of the engine always excites you, knowing you contributed to the many modifications of his Mustang. but choso always says it’s dangerous for you — so you’re left to watch from the sidelines.

but now, as choso drifts down the mountain, you can’t help but stare at him as he changes gears every few seconds, hair blowing everywhere from the wind outside before he reaches the base and races off into the main road. you’re shouting in excitement, music blasting loudly from the cassette player while you dominate the streets at night.

“d’you think i can break 190, sweetheart?”

your jaw drops, “while drifting?” he nods, “you’re insane . . yeah, do it.”

choso’s laughter feels infinitely heavenly, stepping on the accelerator on a fairly empty road. he’s familiar with the traffic of the roads too, so at 4am, it’s basically deserted when he speeds down the gravel while he tries to break the speed limit. you feel on top of the world, a pretty road full of green lights on every turn; there’s a couple of sharp screeches from his tires as he navigates shibuya.

“hear that increased throttle response . .” you whistle when he presses his foot into the accelerator again, Mustang speeding off into the streets while you look over to him: hand holding the stick shift and one hand on the wheel. he’s as pretty as you remember him six months ago and his beauty truly hits you in the moment that you unconsciously rub your thighs together.

“all thanks to you, baby,” feels like the final blow, not knowing the effect he has on you until you’re waiting until he slows down to place your hand atop his on the steering wheel. there he lets you steer where you want to go, face melting into recognition at the place you’re taking him to.

“you’re nasty.” in the abandoned car park, he giggles when you’re shushing him as you make your way to the backseats, levelling him with a stare that begged him to hurry.

“yeah . . whatever, you like it.”

choso grins, switching off the ignition and climbing in after you, making you forget all about the cold season of japan in mere minutes. his lips collide with yours and his body naturally pushes yours to the leather seats, driving you crazy just with his mouth. his hands make quick work of your skimpy outfit, inching past your tight halter top and to your tits. you gasp softly into the kiss.

“may i?” even after all this time, choso still asks for permission, pulling down your top and bra when you nod.

his mouth is both warm and gentle when it meets with your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud and eyes looking up at you just to relish in the hooded lids and soft moans you give him. his free hand fondles your other, squeezing and playing, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“just s’soft . . always,” he hums into your chest, kissing you down bit by bit and making you wait for it with each teasing journey he makes. there, he manoeuvres himself onto the floor, kneeling on the carpeted finishing as your knees hook onto each shoulder. the car is filled with your laboured breathing, watching him slowly undo the straps to your uncomfortable heels. it’s excruciatingly slow, pulling at the strings and removing each shoe before his lips leave fire along your shin, up to your thighs and to your pulsing core.

“choso . .” you whine, hips bucking off the leather.

all he does is laugh, hands spreading your legs before he’s licking his lips at the mess you made in your skirt, panties and back of the fabric soaked right through. your boyfriend pulls you forward with a certain fervour that makes you yelp and you match him with a nervous grin as he tugs away the underwear and marvels at the arousal that just sticks to your pussy, pretty and dripping right in front of him.

you have no warning before choso indulges himself in your cunt and you cry out in surprise, hand tangled up in the mess of his hair that falls from his pigtails. his warm tongue laps at your clit like a man starved, slurping up all of your arousal into his tongue. the cold weather is just the cherry on top, cold wind wafting through the walls and the windows, making you extra sensitive.

“c-cho—” you hum, one hand lost in his black locks while the other clutches tightly onto the seats for any sort of anchor while choso only pushes his face further in between your legs. he can feel your pussy clench around nothing, switching between sucking and flicking his tongue with a relentless pace that threatens your sanity. “t-too much . .”

all he does is laugh into your centre, eyes flitting to meet yours while he continues his ministrations, arms wrapping around your thighs. choso moans at how good and sweet you taste, a curious hand moving from your legs right to your hole where he plays with your folds. gently, he pushes past your walls and you whimper from the intrusion, clamping down around his finger.

“relax, darling, i got you,” he softly says, relaxing his pace just a bit as he starts to thrust his finger. while slow, his tongue doesn’t stop, however, still continuing to make the lewdest noises.

“pussy so damn sweet,” he groans, nuzzling his face right into your sloppy core before teasing a second finger; it’s easy to slip in but he still warns you wordlessly, inching them right in until they reach the knuckles, “and so tight, too—”

the car is filled with the smell of sex, the sounds of your pussy and your endless moans as choso starts to pump his fingers in and out, reaching so much deeper than any of your toys can and stretching you out just right. your hips buck uncontrollably as you feel that coil in your stomach, knowing that you were only going to get even more of this before choso properly fucks you — but it’s all he promises, that to make sure you’d cum on his fingers and tongue thrice before he even thinks of railing you like you deserve.

“c-choso, your fingers—!”

“yeah?” it’s breathless, bottom half of his face all soaked and wet, but he goes right back in.

“mmfuck— cho, cho, p-please . .” your words are jumbled up, babbling through your teeth while his fingers gathers all of your juices, “i’m g’nna—”

choso thinks you’re just perfect like this, moaning as much as you want in his Mustang and spread out just for him to eat. he cannot keep his eyes off you, curling his fingers just a bit to find your sweet spot as he flicks your bundle of nerves as his eyes stay on the way your lips part for little pants to escape. your eyes have fluttered close by now but he doesn’t mind as you continue to push his head towards your cunt.

“cum on my fingers, my love,” the other groans, words muffled a little, “cum on my tongue like a good girl.”

“cho— f-fuuck . .” you writhe around on the leather seats as you reach your peak, voice descending into a silent scream while your jaw hangs open. at his peripheral he can see and feel your thighs tremble while you chant his name like a prayer, over and over until you think your voice is hoarse. his seats are wet, no doubt, and you wince seeing your cum decorate the leather, but choso quietens your worries as he leans up to give you a kiss. you can taste yourself.

“taste good?” you’re ruined despite it being your first orgasm, answering half-heartedly before slumping, a soft moan leaving you when he removes his fingers and strings of your arousal stick to each digit. his hand naturally gravitates towards your mouth, fumbling with your lips before he pushes in — distracted, he takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto your cunt again and you mewl loudly.

“that’s just the start,” choso grins, laying a long stripe up your pussy and groaning softly at the way your tongue swirls over his fingers, “i’m sorry in advance . . hope you’re able to get out of bed tomorrow, baby.”

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dreamdragonkadia · 4 months ago

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Helllooo me again 😉

another idea i had was maybe comfort for percy after tartarus nightmares. Again mortal reader and her not really understanding but still supports him unconditionally.

Or her writing a love letter for him in full greek since she knows it's easier for him for his birthday and him just loving her for it. And maybe a sally cameo and just her seeing her boy being in love and being loved inreturn

Or annabeth meeting mortal reader and her just being a protective best friend and seeing mortal reader carrying ambrosia for percy and how loving their relationship is and annabeth giving her approval

Again no pressure !!

If you need any ideas I'm definitely your girl

Have a lovely day/night

That first idea is just so cute, so don’t mind if I do!! 💕 If you ever have more ideas or little prompts, don’t hesitate to send them my way—I live for this kind of stuff! My inbox is always open for suggestions, thoughts, or just a chat. Hehe, thank you for reading! p,jackson x mortal!reader

It was strange, something you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. What could press so heavily on Percy’s mind that it haunted his sleep? The way he would jolt awake from a nightmare, his chest heaving like he’d been running for miles. Or how his body twisted and turned in bed, as though he was trying to escape something terrible in his dreams. Then there were the times he cried. Silent, heart-wrenching tears that you’d catch only because you stayed awake longer than you should, reading by the dim light of a bedside lamp.

Those nights, you were always there for him. You didn’t understand what plagued him, not fully, but you didn’t need to. The scars of his past, invisible though they were, weren’t something you needed him to justify. You never pushed him to talk about it if he wasn’t ready.

There were moments you’d try, cautiously, to ask. “Do you want to tell me about it?” you’d murmur, your voice as soft as the moonlight filtering through the curtains. And when he withdrew, retreating into himself like a tide pulling away from shore, you let it go. You held no grudges for his silence. Instead, you’d gather him in your arms, his head tucked beneath your chin, and press kiss after kiss to his hair, each one a quiet assurance that you were there. Your fingers would trace slow circles on his back, a rhythm that said everything you didn’t have the words to express.

It didn’t happen every night, but it happened enough. Enough that you noticed the pattern. Enough that you knew something dark clung to him—a scar so deep it refused to heal. There was one night, though, when he muttered something in his sleep, his voice broken: Tartarus.

You didn’t ask him about it the next day. You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But the fear of prying too deeply, of pulling him into memories he wasn’t ready to face, held you back. Instead, you let it sit, another piece of the puzzle you didn’t need to complete to love him.

And then there were the good nights. Nights when his soft laughter filled the room as the two of you lay tangled on the couch, watching bad movies and eating burnt popcorn because he always left it in the microwave too long. Or when he’d ramble about the ocean, his eyes lighting up like the waves under the sun, and you’d find yourself smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

You knew the nightmares were part of him, but so were these moments. And maybe you couldn’t chase the monsters from his dreams, but you could be his anchor. You could remind him, in the quiet of the night and the brightness of the day, that he wasn’t alone. That whatever Tartarus was, or whatever battles raged in his mind, he didn’t have to face them by himself.

You’d remind him, with every whispered word, every gentle touch, every second spent by his side: he had you. Always.

#✨️by yours truly✨️#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo #percy jackson x y/n #bookish #percy jackson x you #pjo x reader

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charlottes-diary-entries · 11 months ago

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HELLLOOO :) could I request a wolfstar x reader where there’s an upcoming exam that r is super stressed about and how the boys would help or comfort them? (This is indeed self indulgent bcuz I’m stressin for finals 😭)

oh my god darling, i'm aware this is two MILLION years late, but i fear i was ALSO stressin for finals :( i hope all of your exams went completely swimmingly and if they didn't then here is a little comfort for the start of your summer <3

"academic avalanche" poly!wolfstar x reader, very fluffy, mostly comfort

This was it. You'd considered it might come to this, but today seemed to make it official. You were now living, to eventually die, and then rot forever, beneath a wall of books in the library that completely obscured you from view. It was ridiculous. One gentle breeze and you'd be a victim of an academic avalanche.

As you once again desperately tried to cram information about the giant wars of the 19th century into your brain, tears began to slip down your cheeks. Hopelessly, you thumped your head against the horrid tome before you and let the tears fall. Hiccups and sobs also began to escape before you could stop them, and soon enough, you were trying as hard as you could to break down quietly as to not disturb the peace of the library.

They would write your name and death date on your gravestone, paired with the phrase, "Killed by History of Magic."

"Dovey?"

At the sound of a familiar, endlessly comforting voice, you wished you could pull yourself together and only fell apart more. A miserable moan left you from your place faceplanted in the evil textbook.

"Is that you tucked away there, darling?"

One of the shorter stacks was shoved aside before the voice cooed and you were suddenly shoved by an overly-aggressive hug. The voice chided your attacker with a quiet, "Sirius..." but was ultimately ignored as you were squeezed within an inch of your life.

"What have they done to you?" Sirius pulled you upright and gasped at the tears that still flowed down your face. "Scratch that, how did we let you hole up here like this?! Oh, dovey..."

You hiccupped through another sob as Sirius shushed you, pressing kiss after kiss all over your face in attempt to cheer you up.

"I think-" You began, "I think this exam is going to kill me. Actually kill me, I can't do this."

Remus perked up from where he had begun to deconstruct your cavern of books. "Alright dove, it's okay. Why don't we take a break, hm?"

This only served to upset you more as you moaned, flopping completely into Sirius's arms. Frustration only continued to bubble up and out of you as Sirius cradled you.

"I've got to pass this exam. I think I'm going to fail otherwise and I can't fail. I hate this stupid professor, I hate History of Magic, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!"

Sirius cooed and pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you tighter. "I think passionate declarations of hate are a pretty decent sign you're due for a break. Just a little one love, and then we'll help you study after, yeah?."

"I second this plan, besides," Remus said, now a little sheepish, "we've missed you dove."

"Missed them! Missed them, he says!" Sirius scoffed, "You've been holed up in here for nearly a week and your absence has actually taken a toll on our health! I swear, I've never felt so sick as when you're stuck studying!"

At this, you sniffed and smiled a little up at Sirius, who only grinned down at you, allowing himself to kiss your forehead.

"Starting to feel better now, though."

You giggled and Remus rolled his eyes fondly, having now successfully returned most of your books to their respective shelves. Sirius then easily pulled you up and you didn't have the energy to resist. Now with you on your feet, he began to speak before you were tugged away from him and into Remus's bone-crushing hug.

Whatever dramatic protest at you being stolen from him died on Sirius's lips as he watched you deflate even more in your boyfriend's arms. A few more tears rolled down your face as he joined the hug.

"C'mon dovey," Remus said as he eventually pulled away, leaving his hand tightly entwined with yours, "let's all go cuddle for a bit, yeah?"

You nodded and let him pull you along, Sirius attaching himself to your unoccupied arm. You continued to hang off them as they walked you back to their dorm feeling endlessly grateful for their ability to carry the weight of the conversation on their own.

There was something indescribable about the comfort that came from Remus holding you on his bed with Sirius on your other side telling you both about some muggle band he loved. You felt loved. Completely surrounded by love, actually.

And exam be damned, there was no where you'd rather be.

this isn't very long, but i hope you enjoyed love! <3

#poly!marauders x you #marauders x reader #poly!marauders x reader #marauders reader insert #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #wolfstar x reader

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wyervan · 4 months ago

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helllooo!!! here to say happy holidays to you (and the slasher boys i will send them a truck full of presents as soon as im not broke) and also i absolutely adore your art sm <3 (also perchance be on the look out for a little oc for your slasher au because im so obsessed with them) anyways!! sending good vibes to youuuu have a wonderful day/night :3

Me watching you like this

Excited to see who will be joining the team~~~Your colors are mcfrickin *spunky* 😜

If you think that Sun and Moon haven’t been too naughty for Christmas presents…. Sun loves coffee mugs with god-awful puns and Moon is in desperate need of socks. All of his have holes in them and it drives Sun absolutely batty.

#ask #dca slasher au #it crimbma!#murry crimbus xtrebody 🥴

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awriterinthenight · 8 days ago

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Helllooo!! To begin, I would like to talk about how much I enjoy your other writings! The way you write is just so delightful. The little details here and there with the characters yet not at all out of character is just ✨👌chef's kiss

Moreover, I would like to make a reader x Percy Weasley (kinda) request!! Takes place before the war but after Percy disowns his family. His position in the ministry is still high but not to the point of being busy all the time. Perhaps it's curiosity or perhaps he wanted to take his mind off the magic world, but he found himself walking around muggle towns at night. Something unfamiliar yet refreshing. Being the nerd he is, his first place to go is the library. A muggle librarian (reader) immediately grew accustomed to the ginger haired lad. She found it strange that he always had this quizzical furrow on his face, like he hadn't a clue on what library computers were. One day, as he was checking out his book, she engaged in conversation with him.

That'll be where I leave off. You could also either leave it there or continue, whatever suits you best :]

While I do hope for romance in this request, platonic moments are not unwelcomed, in fact, it'd be good to see how chemistry is there in the first place.

Lastly, I wanted to ask about the background of your Tumblr bio. The cat's such a cutie :>> Is it yours or did you find it elsewhere? Either way, I think it fits your aesthetic very well!!

Have a nice day <3 keep up the good work!

requested: yes

words: 667

warning: none

a/n sorry this took me so long, I'm still trying to get out of my writers block, so I'm hoping this blurb will help

summary: Percy starts visiting a muggle library where he meets a muggle librarian

Being a librarian wasn't your first choice of job, but it was a good one. You got to spend your days helping people look for books, sort books, and spend your free time reading. The job paid well for a college student like you, and you enjoyed meeting the people. Particularly a certain ginger boy.

He started to visit the library frequently, looking for books, or reading a weird newspaper you'd never seen before. One of the first times he came in he couldn't figure out what the library computers did, so you had to help him. Which was odd, since he looked like someone who would work in an office and know how to use a computer. Nevertheless you helped him navigate using the computer.

The first time you had a real conversation with him was when he was checking out one of your favorite books. Not many people picked it, which was what piqued your interest in him.

"This is one of my favourites actually, the author's writing style is fantastic, and the plot is even better," you commented, checking out the book for him.

He smiled, looking awkward, and partly nervous, "I read some of it and it seems, umm... interesting," he said, not meaning it to sound rude, he was just unsure about what to say. He wasn't used to pretty girls talking to him about books, especially muggle girls.

"It definitely is one of its kind," you responded, handing back the book, "You'll have to tell me how it is next time you're here," you said, as if trying to hint at something.

His voice seemed to catch in his throat, "Yeah, I definitely will," he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"Good to know I'll see you again..." you trailed off looking at his name on his library card, "Percy," you finally said with a smile.

Percy nodded again before speaking, "I'll see you later, Y/N," he said, reading your name off your name tag.

The next time you saw Percy was later when the library was almost an hour from closing. He'd come in, in what looked like his work clothes, looking tired. He saw you at the front desk and quickly walked over to you.

"H-hi," he said, awkwardly, clearing his throat to get your attention.

"Hey, Percy," you responded, elated to see him again, "How was the book?" you asked, excited for his feedback.

He took the book out his bag, placing it in front of you, "It was brilliant, the author's writing is rather fluid, and the characters seemed almost as if they were real," he rambled, an awkward smile on his face.

You couldn't help but smile at his compliments to the book. You rarely found anyone who read it, or understood its meaning enough to enjoy it.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, "What did you think of the plot twist?" you asked, looking up at him from behind your desk.

"It was rather unexpected, but I think it made the story all come together," he told you.

You and Percy continued to converse about the book, not watching the time. You thought Percy's takes were riveting, and a whole new perspective to the writing. Soon enough the library was closing and your conversation had to be cut short.

"This was great, but I have to close up," you said, standing up from behind your desk, "Maybe I'll see you another time?" you asked, hopeful he would say yes.

Percy froze for a moment, gathering confidence to ask his next words, "If you're not busy after closing, we could maybe grab a drink, and talk about the book more," he offered, before adding, "But only if you want to."

You considered it for a moment before nodding your head, "I would love to," you accepted, flustered by him.

You'd grown fond of the ginger boy you hadn't known for long. But you planned to be around him more to know him better than before.

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onskepa · 7 months ago

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Helllooo, could I get a Rapunzel AU fic? In this universe Spider would be the rapunzel of the story, he gets stolen from his family, the Sullies, at a young age (he was adopted by Jake and Neytiri a couple of months after his dad’s death, although he really isn't) Quaritch would be the mother gothel of this AU, keeping Spider in a tower because his magic hair is what is helping him keep being alive. Then Loak would be like Flynn, but in this case a prince going through a rebellious phase, so he stills his older brother crown ( he doesnt really know Spider, cause he was a baby when he was kidnapped) his thief name is “Tulkun” and his partners in crime are Lyle and Z-Dog.

Quite the intersting idea I gotta say, none the less! I hope you enjoy this one!

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Our sun

The sun gives life to all, brings warmth and comfort. With its bright radiant light, it guides everyone to their path. Brings happiness and provides. A great gift humanity has ever gotten. For centuries, humanity has shown their gratitude in many ways. Praising, worshiping, believing the sun is their god.

A god that is powerful and strong. The Omatikaya kingdom knows that better than anyone in the world. Festivals, sigils, legends, their symbol of the kingdom, all were dedicated to their sun.

For centuries the kingdom has never wavered their belief in the sun. Remaining strong and true. Always grateful and never greedy. And so, the sun god who was also grateful for the people the sun provides to, believes they deserve a gift.

A drop of sunlight fallen from the sky has touched the Earth. Gifting the king and queen of the Omatikaya their beautiful sunshine child.

That is what the story says of course.

“He is beautiful…” Jake Sully, King of the Omatikaya kingdom, gently coos at his believed son. Beside him was his queen, his love, and mother of their golden child, neytiri.

“He is perfect,” Neytiri smiles as she rubs her nose gently against their sons button nose. He gives light giggles in satisfaction. Their son, their beloved child. A gift from the sun. His beautiful golden curly hair, bright blue eyes that can rival the sky. And his smile, so radiant and infectious. Their son, the kingdom's golden prince.

Wrapped in the finest silk with embroidery intricately designed to that of the sun. The young baby was very much snuggled in great comfort.

“My lord, my lady, it is time” tsu’tey, their closest friend and top chief of the Omatikaya army, tells them.

“Come on, we dont want to keep our people waiting” jake gently leads his wife towards the top balcony that oversees their people.

“Yes my love, our people shall know of our sunny prince,” Neytiri says while she boops her baby’s nose.

“Have you chosen a name for him?” tsu’tey asks as he follows closely behind. Neytiri chuckles as she shares a look with jake.

“Spider, we chose to call our son, spider”

The people cheered and roared out in happiness once the royal couple had presented their son. Many were in awe at how such an adorable child could ever exist. Truly a gift blessed from their sun.

Many threw flower petals, confetti, horns blowing out, little children waving their flags. The crowd was booming with noise. All eyes on the prince. Including one set of icey blue eyes. Glaring at the royal family.

No one noticed him. All too busy celebrating. A tall menacing man with a dark cloak to hide his face. The man glared with hate. Just how dare they?

How dare the king and queen lie to their people? How dare they lie that their ‘son’ was a gift from their light above? How dare they lie and say the boy belongs to them? Lies, all lies.

But Quaritch knows the truth. That baby, the child the royal couple holds is his son. His blood! His ‘wife’ was a foolish woman. Giving away their child to the royals. She is at fault in this mess too! Too bad she is dead otherwise quaritch would have given her a piece of his mind. But it is not too late. Good thing he still remembers the ins and outs of the palace. After all, he used to be their top chief. The king’s once right hand man. Now replaced by that snarky brat.

Quartich will have his revenge soon enough. He will have his son back one way or another.

Night came, and silent as an owl, quaritch entered the royal bedroom without a squeak. Quietly and effortlessly he passed by the couple who were sleeping soundly. Beside them was the cradle where HIS son was sleeping. The cradle was elegantly crafted with golden trims and plush pillows. Only a few days old and he is being spoiled rotten. Cant have that.

Grabbing his scissors, quaritch goes for the baby’s golden locks. His hair will be a dead give away if anyone finds him. However, just cutting a small strand, the piece of hair turned dark brown and the baby began to cry.

There was no time.

When Jake and Neytiri awoke to the cries of their child, they were too late.

In their eyes, a dark hooded figure stood at the balcony with their baby in his arms. Before Jake can reach him, the hooded figure jumps off and into the dark forest.

Neytiri cried, not believing what just happened. Jake was quick to call out the night guards. Alarms were sounded, tsu’tey was quick to gather his army to search for the thief who stole their sun.

18 years later

“Get your ass over here!” Z-dog, a professional female thief, growls at the little brat who seems to be taking his sweet ass time. Opening the top trap door that led straight down to the golden crown that was heavily guarded. Lyle, her partner in crime, was also getting impatient.

“Just a sec….wow……this view is nice, very nice…..guys I want my own castle” a young boy spoke. Age 14 and already making a long list of crimes against the kingdom. This will be the biggest one yet.

“When we do this job, you can have you own castle” lyle grits his teeth as he yanks lo’ak back to the missions. Tying the rope on his waist, they lower lo’ak down to the crown room.

Quickly he shoves the gold crown into the satchel until one of the guards sneezes loudly.

“Ugh, day fever?” lo’ak asks.

“Yeah” the guard answers casually. Until he realized what just happened. Looking up, he and the other guards saw lo’ak being pulled back up and quickly make a run for it.

“What a great day to be aliiiiiiiiiiiiive!!” lo’ak shouts as he, z-dog and lyle run across the bride that connects the forest and the kingdom.

The three ran fast at top speed. They already knew the royal guards were on their way to hunt them down. Capital punishment awaits them. tulkun might get some leeway. He really only wanted adventure, but for sure he does not want to really suffer the consequences.

As they ran for it, they halted to a dead end. Hearing the soldiers nearing, acting quick was needed.

“Give me a boost and I will pull you both up,” Tulkun said in a hurry.

Z-dog and lyle looked at each other and then at him.

“Give us the satchel first” z-dog says as she reaches for it.

Looking quite offended, Tulkun places a hand over his chest, “I cant….after all we have been together, you guys still dont trust me?”

Dead looks was all he was given.

“Ouch”

He gives the satchel to z-dog and the three were quick to holl up lo’ak. Purposely stepping in z-dogs face as he reaches the top.

“Now help us up, pretty boy” she demands while reaching her hand up.

“Sorry, but my hands are full” tulkun smirks while holding the satchel and makes a run for it.

“What the- TULKUUUUUUUUUUN!!”

That was close, way too close for tulkun’s liking. Tsu’tey was close to seeing his face. If he did then its game over. For now, he will have to lie low, no doubt his family will be worried to death about him. His parents are way too protective. They will be even more once he gets back. Not something he looks forward to.

For now, he found a little cave that was actually a little entryway to a tower. How long was that there?

Not giving much thought he was quick to climb the tower and shut the doors[?] windows. Finally being able to be at peace, he opens the satchel to see the golden crown. Sighing in relief.

“Hello at last-”

Darkness was all he saw.

“Who are you and how did you find me?”

Miles demanded to know from the young stranger. Tied to the chair, miles made sure his long dreads were enough to make sure the invader didn't escape. Who the hell was he to just climb into someone's tower unannounced? And talking to themselves?

Father was right, there are crazy people out there.

“Is this….all hair?” the stranger asked as he looked at his long dreads.

“Hey! I asked you first! Answer!” miles shouts. Holding the pan tightly, he points it at the stranger. His little friend, payakan climbs on the pan, looking dead in the eyes of the stranger.

“Is that a blue lizard…?” the stranger asks another question. Do all strangers keep on asking questions?

“Hey! I get to ask questions here, not you! Got that?” Miles narrows his eyes trying to look as threatening as possible. The stranger rapidly shook his head agreeing.

Miles starts to walk around the stranger while swinging his pan.

“So stranger, have you come for my hair? Cut it? Sell it?” he begins to accuse.

The stranger looks at him confused.

“What? No! Look, I came here to hide because a horse is on my ass! And now I have to-wait wait! My satchel! Where is my satchel!?”

Crossing his arms, confidently smiling, miles responds “I’ve hidden in, somewhere where you will never find it”

The stranger looks to his left, “It's hidden in that pot, isn't it?”

BANG!

Tulkun woke up once again, this time feeling something wet in his ear. Turning he sees the weird blue lizard outstretching his long tongue in his ear. Feeling grossed out, he shouts, “STOP THAT!!” startling the lizard.

“Now I’ve hidden it somewhere you’ll never find it” the weird boy says.

“Now back to the main question, how did you find me?” the boy asks again.

“Look, in all honesty, I was running through the forest ok? I have an army at my ass and a horse! Just give me the crown back and I will leave. Alright?” tulkun replies honestly.

The weird boy, or guy since he looks older, stares at him confusingly.

“Wait, you don't want my hair?” he asks.

“Why on earth would I want your hair? Actually, why do you even want your hair this long? Don't you have a knife or scissors in this place?”

The weird guy didn't say anything. Walking away at some distance to talk to his blue lizard friend. Whispering some stuff he couldnt make out. However, using that time to try and free himself. No use, the guy tied him up pretty dang good.

“Alright, it seems you are saying the truth. Now to important matters, look over here” the guy says as he shifts his hair for the chair to move, making him land on his face.

Lifting a curtain aside, the boy reveals a beautiful painting on top of an empty chimney. It showed a dark blue sky with lanterns floating up in the sky.

“Do you know what these are?” the guy asks.

“The lanterns? Yeah, they do that for the lost prince” tulkun says automatically. No real emotion behind it. Holding in his indifferent feelings for that specific day. His face is starting to hurt against the floor. Trying to push himself up, he couldn't hear what the guy said. Until suddenly he was being lifted up.

“I have a deal I want to make,” the weird guy said.

Take him to see the lanterns and in return he gets the crown back. No big deal. Seems simple enough. Except for one thing.

“WOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!

“What have I done?”

“I LOVE THS!!”

“What if he finds out??”

“I DONT CARE!!”

“I am horrible”

“I FEEL GREAT!!”

“I'm going back, i'm a horrible son”

“I AM NEVER GOING BACK!!”

Tulkun didn't think he would also be a babysitter. Damn, and he thought his sister was terrible with mood swings. This weird guy clearly is older than him yet acts just like his baby sister who is 3.

After what felt like centuries, the weird guy calms down but not in high spirits.

“It seems you seem to be in turmoil. Look, it does seem a lot. But from the bits I heard, it seems you got a protective father, leaving without telling, talking to a stranger whom you never met and now going somewhere that you need to rely on said stranger to get there. This is pretty serious stuff you know”

The weird guy just stares at him.

“Part of life you know. Kinda late but it seems you are going through what I like to call “fuck the rules” phase. Personally I hope it's not a phase. Normal stuff” tulkun continues to say while simultaneously shoving the blue lizard off his shoulder.

“Really…?” the guy asks.

“Yup, but this might make your dad upset. Hell, break his heart and crush his soul even. But its fine”

“Wait, you are gaslighting me aren't you” the weird guy was picking up on what tulkun was trying to do.

“I tried” tulkun answered honestly.

“No, we are going to see those lights,” the weird guy says, standing up for himself.

“Oh yeah? What I don't want anymore?” tulkun mocks him.

“I will use this” the pan was pointing at him again.

“Ugh, fine”

“Miles”

“Hm?”

“My name is miles. I forgot to tell you my name earlier” miles says.

“Oh nice….”

“What is your name?” miles asks.

“......its tulkun”

Miles heard that slight hesitation. Perhaps its not his real name.

“Cool, this is payakan. My one and only friend”

Payakan stands on miles’s left shoulder, glaring at tulkun.

“He really doesnt like me, does he?” tulkun eyes at the reptile.

“Eh, he will warm up to you. Now, what was that place called again?” miles claps his hands, getting a little hungry.

“It's called recom port. Best steaks and cold drinks. Hits the spot all the time. And the folks there are super friendly” tulkun says. Smirking inwardly. Surly that place will scare miles back to his little tower.

Wherever miles goes, tulkun can't help but notice how it was so easy to bring in people. The recom outcasts were super friendly towards him! And they hated tulkun! The hell?! Even worse, miles managed to have them all sing for hours non-stop. Tulkun is just so done. He wants the crown and go back home. Screw with whatever punishment his dad will give him. He can take it.

Even worse since miles somehow tamed that demon of a horse.

“Awe, such a good girl aren't you….zeze!” miles coos at the light blue horse. Reading the collar the fowl beast has.

Zeze was wagging her tail like some dog. Ready to comply with whatever miles tells her.

“You cant be serious, that thing is capable of murder!!” tulkun tries to reason with miles.

“Did she kill?”

“Umm…no but I wouldn't doubt it!

Miles rolls his eyes and continues to pet zeze.

“Look, we are tired from walking and zeze seems to have a lot of energy. Why not ride her the rest of the way? It's a win-win. What do you think, big girl? Want to blow off some steam?” Miles suggests to the hell beast who neighs in agreement.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me” tulkun rolls his eyes. He would rather walk on hot rocks than deal with her.

“Come on, it will be easier. Look, I can tell you both dont get along but please just until we get to the lights? Please?” miles pleads.

Zeze seems to side with him, offering her hoof, she and tulkun shake in agreement.

“Wonderful! Now lets get on!” miles says happily as he climbs on zeze. Payakan sitting on zeze’s head getting a good view and tulkun sits behind miles.

“Have you ever rode on a horse before?” tulkun asks.

“Nope, first time! HIYAH!”

Zeze takes off, letting the winds hit their faces and excitement filling their lungs.

It was amazing! Miles has never seen this many people before! And they all live together in smaller yet wider towers? So cool! And the food! So delicious! More books to read, new music to listen to. It was so perfect.

A kind lady even gifted him a small flat with a sun design and a flower. He admires the pretty flower until he sees other people laying their flowers in front of an interesting mural.

“It's for the lost prince” a child says to their baby sibling.

Lost prince?

Miles takes a good look at the mural. There stood two proud looking people. A man and a woman, wearing fancy looking clothing. In the woman's arms was a baby. A child who is smiling and have lovely golden hair and blue eyes.

“Poor baby…” miles mutters. He places his flower on the base of the mural. Whoever the baby is, hopefully he comes back to his family soon.

Night came and tulkun managed to get a small boat for them to the surrounding moat. The lanturn festival was about to begin. Tulkun look to see miles not smiling anymore.

“Hey, you ok..? Feeling excited?” he asks.

“Feeling kind of terrified actually…” miles confesses.

Tulkun tilts his head, “how come?”

“All my life, for as long as I can remember I look at my window and see beautiful stars in the sky. Always wondering what they were. And here I am, about to see the truth….I'm scared to be disappointed”

Tulkun, understanding his new friend, places an arm over his shoulder.

“Nothing wrong with being disappointed. In the end, you will get to see what is more than the stars as you call them”

Miles smiles a bit, “and what if they are? What then?”

“That is the fun part I guess. It opens a path for a new journey”

Neytiri straights jake’s outcoat, making him presentable. Her eyes meet his. Sadness and sorrow are all there is. No words are needed to be said. She knows. What is supposed to be a joyous day has now become a sad tradition for all.

They meet their children on the balcony, all holding their own lanterns. Yet, neytiri and jake notice their third son is missing. It was just putting more salt on the wound.

Taking the lead, they light up their lantern and together they let it go. The royal children followed. Moments after, all of the kingdom let go of their lanterns. The darkened sky now filled with lanterns, all goes at their own pace.

Neytiri and jake hold each other close while holding their children. Their hopes depleting each year. The hope that one day, their first child would return home. That hopefully their son would find these lanterns and use them as a guide back to them.

But its been 18 years. A grown adult by now.

They make sure their children know of their big brother, and how he would have loved each and everyone of them. Their children never doubted that.

“He will come home this time, right mama….?” The first princess asks her mother as she stares at the lanterns. Every year she asks the same question. Every year, neytiri answers the same thing.

“He must”

Miles was in awe. The lanterns were so beautiful! Each one was different yet all burned brightly.

“I finally know the truth…” he says.

Tulkun hears this……

“Lo’ak” he speaks.

“Hm?”

“My real name is Lo’ak, tulkun was just a disguise name…” lo’ak admits.

“Why?” miles asks, curious to know.

“My family….well my parents to be precise. Are very protective. Like super protective. Cant go anywhere without someone spying on me or my siblings…” lo’ak says with what sounds like defeat in his voice.

“You see….I have an older brother and two younger sisters. My parents however, had a son before my big brother neteyam. Spider was his name. My parents said he was only 3 months old before a dark cloaked guy took him away. They never knew who he was or why the stranger took him. That night traumatized them for life. Dont get me wrong, it is sad. He would have been 4 or 5 years old by the time I was born. Its just….” lo’ak couldn't continue.

“So that is why you are rebellious…wanting to get out of their tight hold. Needing to breathe and just take risks for the fun of it” miles finishes for him.

Lo’ak looks at miles’s long hair.

“Yeah…but what about you? You never told me why you lived in that tall, isolated tower” lo’ak asks, wanting to change the subject.

“My dad….he too is overprotective. Growing up, he tells me all of the dangerous things that happen outside of the tower. Baby stealing ghouls, men with sharp teeth, diseases, blood sucking monsters. I was terrified. But in reality…he kept me there because of my hair…”

Miles moves his dreads to the side to reveal a short dark strand of hair.

“My hair….is what is keeping me alive. If cut, it affects my health. He doesn't know why, niether do I but…something like that, it has to be protected”

“So….you never left that tower?” lo’ak was astounded. Miles, a grown adult at this point, has never seen what life has to offer?

Miles nodded.

“And you still want to go back…?”

Miles looked to be contemplating on that question. But before could be said, near the dock was two unpleasantly familiar people.

“There, it will be just like it never happened” his dad says.

Miles was back at the tower. Any traces of him being outside was gone. Lo’ak left him and took the crown. Leaving him vulnerable to two dangerous strangers who wanted to cut his hair for higher value. If it wasn't for his dad finding him, who knows what could have happened.

“Hey, I will make that coup you like so much, that will lift your spirits up” his dad was exiting his room.

“Look son, I know it seems unfair but you have to understand. Not everything is bright and good. Terrible people who sees any trace of goodness, they will destroy it no matter what” with that, he goes downstairs.

Leaving miles alone. He stares at the paintings he has done on the ceiling. Why do they look familiar?

Pulling out the little flag he still kept, he compares the sun to the familiar shapes.

“What the…?” why do his painting have the sun symbol?

Suddenly, he got a massive headache.

Memories of a past he didn't know he had came flooding in.

“WAIT WAIT DAD!! YOU DONT GET IT!!” lo’ak shouts as he tries to fight back his uncle figure tsu’tey. The other night he was knocked out by z-dog and lyle, tying him on a canoe with the crown. Now being punished, he was to be sent to a neighboring kingdom as a form of punishment for stealing a royal crown.

Jake, having had enough of his son's lies, false promises, and fake sympathy, didnt want to hear him anymore.

“Hopefully this will teach you a lesson son. You knew how important that crown was. Stealing was the last straw "Jake says. His family beside him, none wanting lo’ak to go but it was necessary.

“NO!! YOU DONT GET IT!! THEY TOLD ME!! HE IS ALIVE!! DAMN IT!! IM SORRY UNCLE!!” with a quick hit with his head, lo’ak managed to free himself from tsu’tey. Acting fast he made a run for it.

“ZEZE!!” he calls out. The majestic yet beastly horse answers his call, he climbed onto her.

Tsu’tey calls his soldiers to follow lo’ak, his family yelling to come back. “HE IS ALIVE!! SPIDER IS ALIVE!!” was all lo’ak said before zeze ran faster, heading straight to the forest. This whole time, this whole time! His big brother is alive!! He has a lot to make up for right now, lo’ak needs to get him out of the tower and away from the stranger miles calls ‘father’.

There was so much blood. Miles didnt know how to heal him. He wanted to save lo’ak, save him, tell him of his newfound revelation! Yet his dad has him tied to chains like some feral animal.

“That is enough! You are going somewhere far more hidden! Somewhere where you won't even see the sunlight!” his father says. Miles can hardly recognize him anymore. All he sees is a scary, tall man who sees miles as some golden item rather than a human being.

Yet miles fought back, as best as he could. Lo’ak is dying,he needs to do something!

“Let me heal him please!” miles begs. Tears ran down his face.

“Let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Just like we always have. Please dad, let me save him”

His dad saw lo’ak laying still, thinking he won't last long. He ties a chain to his ankle, just incase the brat gets any ideas of following them. Miles was quick, panicking but doing his best to close the wound.

“Miles…” lo’ak whispers weakly, “dont…I can let you…” he tries his hardest to say,

“I cant let you die…” miles whispers, more tears falling out.

Lo’ak gets closer as if to tell miles something, however, in a surprise move, he cuts miles hair.

“Lo’ak!! What did you…!!” his was was quick to turn a dark brown, his dreads also losing their golden color.

“NO!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?” the mad man shrieks. In a hurry he tries to collect the hair, not carrying where he is stepping. He tangles himself in the dreads, unknowingly wrapping himself. In a daze he trips.

Over the tower’s window.

Falling to his death. His screams are now silent.

Miles couldn't comprehend what just happened. Yet he had to focus on lo’ak.

“Im sorry….brother….” lo’aks arms went limp, his eyes closed.

“No no no!! Stay with me lo’ak! Please!!” miles cries out loud. Now he truly is alone. No friend, no father, no one. Just himself. He lets his tears fall on lo’aks wound.

“Please save him…!! I beg you!! Save him!!” miles didnt know to who he was calling to. To himself? To some holy being? Perhaps he was already losing his mind now that he lost his golden hair. Or perhaps, not all is lost…

Bright light flooded the tower from the outside. Its light radiating warmth, reminds miles that of the lanterns. Bright yet gentle. It was like being swaddled in a blanket. The light surrounded him and lo’ak. His hair, although now messy, its golden color returned. The light touches lo’ak’s wound, sealing it, healing him.

Just as it has appeared, the light has dispersed. As if it never did.

Holding in his breathe, miles looks over at lo’ak, hoping to see something.

A cough was heard, more coughs, and a scruff.

“Oh fuck…did I hit something?” Lo’ak asks as he sits up.

Miles shouts in happiness. Hugging lo’ak tightly, he says his thanks to the mysterious light that saved his friend. His brother.

Quickly, neytiri and jake along with their children make haste to the balcony where tsu’tey said was where he was waiting.

They all hold hands tightly, reassuring one another that this is real, its not a dream.

Opening the doors, they see lo’ak. Beside him was someone jake and neytiri thought they would never see.

A young, tall man with short yet very familiar golden hair stood before them. Wide, sparkly blue eyes that can rival the sky. His familiar smile, his aura radiant of warm happiness. This is him.

“Spider…” neytiri whispers, getting closer to him. Touching his cheeks, his hands, his ears, hair, everything.

“It is you…my spider, my son” she confirms. A mother could never mistake her child.

Hugging him close, she cries out in joy. Jake followed soon after her. Holding his son after so many years. Kissing his head, hearing his heartbeat. Their son has returned.

“You did find him…” jake says to lo’ak.

Lo’ak smiles, joining in the hug, not saying much as to let his parents have this moment.

“Come come my children, meet your big brother! He is home!” neytiri gestures her three other children, neteyam, kiri and tuk. The three join in one massive group hug.

This is what miles, or now, spider, wanted. To feel truly loved. This is his family, may take some time getting used to, but spider truly felt at home with them. For they are warm and radiant, like that of the sun.

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all liked it! Until next time! See ya!

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Chapter 6

Summary: Vision attempts to make a threat to Y/n. Tommy and Billy start a new activity. And Y/n is debating on exploring a romantic relationship but is worried about the consequences.

A/N: HELLLOOO!!! I've FINALLY been able to finish writing a chapter. So sorry it took so long! Hope y'all are well. Lemme know what you think! Enjoy!

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On Sunday afternoon, Wanda is anxiously waiting for her kids to arrive. To avoid a messy situation with Vision, she sends Pietro out to pick up food from a place an hour away that her boys really love to eat from. You continue to work as she paces around the house. Adjusting decorations here and there, fussing over every little thing since Luna is sitting at the kitchen table being entertained by her tablet. A rare moment that Wanda actually wishes that her niece was being a distraction.

As it gets closer to the time they're meant to be dropped off, Wanda begins to work herself up. Ranting to herself she gets angrier and angrier by the second. Saying that he's the reason their marriage fell apart. That he's the one that left her for a child. That she shouldn’t be worried about how he's going to act after what happened last Sunday since it was his unacceptable behavior that caused the incident in the first place.

“Wanda,” you call out firmly to stop her on her tracks. She looks at you with a glare that's meant for her ex and you smile at her. Despite how terrifying that glare is. “Can you help me hammer some nails in? Put some of that energy into good use.” You hold the handle of the hammer out to her.

“Sure, uh,” Wanda blinks a couple of times to clear her head. “What do you want me to do?” She takes the hammer.

You set up two pieces of wood that don't really need to have nails in them but figure since they're useless to you they can be useful in this moment. “Just imagine these nails are your ex-husband.” You lay some nails out on the table next to the piece of wood.

Wanda walks over and stands in front of you. Her anger blinds her from all that she was taught as a young girl and she raises the hammer a little too high for your liking. You grab her wrist, wrapping your body around her from behind, to stop her as she starts to bring it down. “What?” She snaps.

“Last I checked, you need your thumb. Go at it slowly at first. You want to get the nail sturdy before you go crazy on it so that you don't lose your fingers,” you explain yourself and demonstrate the pace she should start with by guiding her hand that is holding the hammer. “See? He's already taken your sanity, he doesn't deserve your fingers,” you say jokingly and it makes Wanda laugh a little.

“Aw isn't this sweet,” Vision says as he hands Tommy and Billy their duffle bags. You step away from Wanda and clear your throat because you're not sure how that might've looked to Vision. More so what it looked like to the boys.

Wanda hits the hammer hard causing the nail to split the wood and she drops the hammer on the table. “Vision, you're late.”

“Well, I figured since my time got eaten into last week, you wouldn't mind if I took some of yours in exchange. Besides, I was getting the boys new gear.” Vision explains as he steps closer. “By the looks of it, I probably should have come a little later. I do apologize for interrupting, but please. Not in front of the children.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Whatever you're thinking was happening, it wasn't.” She smiles for her kids and gets to their level. “What gear did you boys need?”

The twins show their mom what Vision got for them as they excitedly open the duffles to reveal all of the new martial arts gear that their dad got for them. “You should be getting an email of their schedule soon. They start this week,” Vision explains. Then he walks over to you as Wanda gives her full attention to the boys as they unpack their bags. “My boys wouldn’t stop talking about you and your daughter all week. I hope that we can come to an understanding that nothing complicated happens between you and their mother. I’d hate for them to lose a friend,” he says in a low tone and your eyebrows crease in confusion.

“Vision,” you start awkwardly, not really used to saying his name. “I’m only here as a favor to Pietro. There is nothing romantic happening between Wanda and I.”

Vision tips his head to the side and pulls his phone out, “That’s not what it looked like the other night.” On his screen is an image of you and Wanda smiling at the restaurant. Other than being creeped out that he somehow acquired this picture, you can’t help but be impressed by the quality of the image.

“Hey that’s pretty good,” you pull out your phone, “if I give you my number do you think you could send me that? I don’t normally photograph this well.” Vision is thrown off by your response and he isn’t sure how to continue this conversation. He was expecting you to ask how he got the picture and then he was going to say that he has eyes everywhere in a threatening tone and you were supposed to be afraid of him. Not requesting him to send you the picture. He planned this all out the moment he got the picture. Vision is offended that you have gone so far off of the mental script he had. “Oh you know what, send it to Wanda. She has my number.” Vision steps back and clenches his jaw. There’s no way his ex can know that he has the photo. “That isn’t a problem. Is it?”

“No, no, it's uh, there’s no problem.” Vision puts his phone into his pocket and clears his throat. “That seemed more than friendly,” he states, trying to gain some sort of control in the conversation. You shrug.

“I’m sure it does. I mean, a picture can be worth a thousand words and all that but those words depend on the person who is seeing it. When I look at it, I remember the situation that the two of us were laughing about. You see a romantic date. I'm sure whoever took the picture thought it was worth sending to you for the same reason.” Vision's face starts to turn red and you aren't certain from what but you continue. “I can tell you the truth all I want but you have your picture and an idea of what's happening there. It doesn't matter what I tell you.”

“Is everything alright over here?” Wanda asks as she approaches. The boys are running up the stairs behind her so they can put away their new gear in their room.

Vision smiles and pats you on the back, “Everything is perfectly splendid. I was apologizing to your friend here about the scene I may have caused last weekend. I was highly emotional. Virginia and I are expecting a girl and well,” he doesn't continue after the dark expression that passes over his ex's features. Vision clears his throat and steps away from you. “I will see you next Sunday, Wanda.” He walks out the front door.

You watch Wanda and can tell she is struggling with something internally. You want to ask her the significance of what Vision just said but you don't want to pry. “When do you think Pietro will get back?” You ask in order to snap Wanda out of whatever was starting to eat her up.

“Um… um… I'm not sure,” she is fighting to come back to the present. She doesn't want to live in the past anymore. She doesn't want to fall into herself again about something that wasn't meant to be. She has her boys. They are enough, she doesn’t need more than them.

“The twins seem excited about martial arts,” you say conversationally, trying to help her leave her head. “I think I'll be back here fixing holes in the walls in no time.”

“Why’s that?” She asks as she tries to stay grounded to the conversation.

“Well you never know, they might become super ninjas and start punching holes in the walls,” you make funny motions and noises to get a reaction out of her and Wanda does smile a little.“Then they might start karate chopping your tables and well,” you make the chopping motion with your hand and Wanda lets out a laugh at the image. “Sure, you can call your brother to fix those things but come on. Once this addition is done, you know you'll look for any excuse to get me back in here.”

“Oh is that so?” She challenges with a smirk.

“Oh yeah,” you wink playfully. “You’re going to miss me taking forever to get the job done.” Wanda shakes her head and takes a deep breath as she is finally free from her head.

“Thank you,” she says as she reaches for your hand to give you a soft squeeze.

“Anytime,” you squeeze back. When the front door opens the both of you quickly pull away. As if you'll be caught doing something wrong again. Pietro comes in with bags of food and calls for his nephews to wash their hands and come down stairs. You follow Wanda to the kitchen and stand by her as she washes her hands in the sink as you wait for your turn. Once your hands are clean, you help her set the table despite her insisting that you didn't have to.

Because you don't have Rachel with you, you stay to work a little bit longer than last time because you hate how empty your apartment is when she isn't there. “As much as I appreciate your dedication,” Wanda starts as she crosses the duct tape line to hand you a water bottle. “I think you should head home. Besides, I need to get these kids to bed and loud saws and drills don't really help with that.”

You check your watch and your eyes widen at the time, “Oh wow, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. Let me pack up and I'll be out of your hair.”

“It’s okay, really,” Wanda says as you pack your equipment that you'll need for work tomorrow. “You got so focused I almost didn't want to stop you,” she admits.

You didn't really hear her as you weren't very graceful in packaging, you keep dropping things and making way more noise than normal. “Thank you for letting me stay after Pietro left. I'll see you next weekend?” You ask as you're stumbling towards the door with your gear.

“Would you like to see me sooner than that?” Wanda asks as she holds the door open.

You nearly lose your grip on your bags when she asks. A wave of nervousness comes over you and you aren't quite sure why. You know she isn't interested in dating… wait. No you don't. You think she isn't but she hasn't ever blatantly told you that. “Um sure, if you and the boys have a free day, I think I can convince the ex-mrs to come out with Rach,” you offer.

Wanda shrugs with an odd expression, “Yeah, we could do something like that.”

“Alright then,” you respond awkwardly, “I’ll uh get in touch with you sometime this week.”

“Okay,” Wanda nods once. “I’ll see you later.” She shuts the door once you're at your truck.

When you get home, you're surprised that you're not ready to fall into bed and crash for the night. You check the time again and figure that it couldn't hurt to give Phil a visit. So you grab your coat, wallet, and keys and make your way to The Hub. Walking in, there isn't much life around and you notice that there isn't anyone behind the bar but you take a seat on one of the stools anyway and wait for someone to appear. Hoping that your old boss is still around so that this visit isn’t for nothing. The wait for someone to come out from the back is longer than you anticipated it would be. You know that when you worked here, no one would have gotten away with this. That is until she is standing in front of you. She’s not who you came here to see but she’s someone that you've been debating on seeing more of.

“You know that I gave you my number so that you could call me, right?” Daisy says as she grabs a glass to clean.

“I like to talk face to face,” you shrug, “I guess I'm old fashioned that way.”

“So you did come here for me,” she returns the glass to its spot under the bar and leans on the counter. “Two days isn't too bad. I've waited by the phone longer and for much less.”

You laugh, “Daisy, I can't date you without talking about it with your dad first.”

She scoffs and steps back, “I’m not a child, I don't need his permission. I don't see why you do?”

“Come on, I respect your dad. He helped me through a rough time. I wouldn't feel right asking you out without his blessing.” You explain and look around the bar.

“Wow, you are old fashioned,” Daisy mutters.

“Is he here?” You ask as you tap your fingers against the counter.

“No, he went home after posting the schedules for the week,” she explains. She looks around the establishment to scan the customers before landing her eyes back on you. “Is that really why you came here?” She asks, a little shy. The girl was being bold in giving you her number but she wasn't expecting you to use it or actually be interested in her. The fact that you might've come here to get permission to ask her out has her mind spinning.

“Might be,” you respond, unsure yourself about why you came here. Maybe a part of you does want to explore something with Daisy. “But he's not here so I should go home.”

“Or you can stay and we can chat like we used to,” she leans against the surface between the two of you again as you’re reminded of when the positions were reversed and you were on the other side of the bar. You were around the age she is now. Maybe a little older. On slow nights she was allowed to sit and do her homework at the bar. Especially when she was grounded. Whenever she was going through something tough during her senior year in high school you would talk to her and give the best advice that you could. The reminder of how young she was when you first got to know her makes the idea of dating her uncomfortable to you. However, as you look at her now, you don't see her as a child as you once did. She looks more mature and as she had pointed out, she is an adult now. Would it be so wrong to explore something with her? She is only five years younger than you.

“Still having boy troubles in school?” You ask with a teasing expression.

Daisy scoffs with a shake of her head. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back. “First of all, I never had boy troubles in school.”

“Right, it was girl troubles,” you quip with a grin.

“I think I'm going to take back that offer,” Daisy mutters as she tries to hide her growing smile.

You shrug, “If that's what you want to do. By all means. A person is allowed to change their mind.”

“Ugh, you're no fun. You're not going to let me know how you feel at all before you talk to my dad?” She steps forward and grabs another glass to clean with a rag in order to keep her hands busy.

“Oh, were you trying to bait me?” you laugh a little to yourself. “Daisy,” you start.

“I like the way you say my name,” she interrupts.

You shake your head a little bit and don't pay further attention to her comment. “Daisy, no matter how a person feels about you. Never let them use those feelings as a weapon to manipulate you into staying with them. If you want out, you're allowed to have an exit. You're allowed to change your mind about a person.”

Daisy nods as she accepts your advice that she didn't know she needed. “Don’t bite my head off for this question. But is that something you learned from your divorce?”

You sigh as you consider how to answer that. “Maybe,” you look at your hands with a frown, “I’m not proud of myself but I… Well, one day Jean admitted to me that she had fallen out of love with me and I convinced her to stay married to me in the hopes that she would feel that love for me again some day. Give me a chance to save our marriage.” You sigh as you remember that time in your life that you don't think about anymore. “It was the most miserable year of our lives.”

“Wow,” Daisy has moved on from cleaning glasses to wiping down the counter. “Is that why she's married now and you're not? Because she stopped being in love with you but you didn't with her?”

You are a little thrown off by the deeply personal questioning but you're not against answering. Even when she apologizes and tells you not to answer. “No, it's okay to be curious. I think that even the people that knew us from the beginning have that same assumption. But no, that's not why I'm still single. I held onto that marriage a year longer than I should've only because I didn't want to admit that I had also fallen out of love with her. Especially since I had dreamt of marrying her since we were in the third grade.” You look Daisy in the eyes as you continue. “I couldn't let go of the fairytale.”

Daisy nods as she falls deep in thought, “I could see how that would be hard to do.” The conversation gets lighter from there and the two of you talk for a couple of hours until you have to call it a night. It makes you feel better about talking to Phil about dating her. You never saw yourself in this position but you think back to Kate encouraging you to go for it. She has a gut instinct that you trust a little bit more than your own.

When you return the next evening after work, Phil is there. You ask to speak to him privately, he takes you to his office and he worries that you might be in financial trouble again. You quickly reassure him that isn't the case and he relaxes. “I never thought I'd ever ask you this but here it goes,” you clear your throat as you think of how to phrase the question. “Well, you know that I have nothing but respect for you, sir. You're like my second father.” He thanks you and asks you to get to the point because he has a business to run. “Right, um, when I was here the other day, Daisy gave me her phone number. She has since told me that she wants to explore a romantic relationship with me. I had never seen her as a potential partner until then and I didn't want to do anything without you knowing, Phil. If you don't want me to date your daughter, I swear to you that I won't do it.”

Phil crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “What about that girl you brought here? The two of you seemed pretty cozy,” he points out.

“We are just friends,” you correct, once again. “She needed a night out, I mean her ex is a piece of work.” You shake your head at the reminder of the drama that man causes.

Phil nods, “So you're doing free work for her out of the kindness in your heart? No ulterior motive?”

“Come on Phil, you know me. I would never do something like that,” you reply, a little offended by the accusation.

“Do I know you,” he asks with a scowl. “Because I never saw this conversation coming. Not from you,” he sits forward on his desk. “You used to babysit her.”

“Phil, I have wrestled with this since she asked me out. I can't explain it, we were talking last night - just talking - and I think that we might have a connection. This isn't about an inappropriate relationship, because it wouldn't be it's…” you sigh as you fail to find the proper words with his disappointed glare distracting and insulting. “I know that in your eyes, no one is or ever will be good enough for her and I'm not saying that I am, but… she is an adult. And I think, correct me if I'm wrong, that you trust her enough to make her own decisions. You haven't said a definitive no yet so something tells me that you're not against the idea. Unless I'm wrong and I'm giving you another opportunity to say no and I won't ever bring it up again. I swear.”

Phil sighs and looks at the picture of him and Daisy in his desk. It's an old picture of the two of them going down the slide at a park. He wishes that she could have stayed that small but you were right. She is an adult now. “Do you love her?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the photo.

You rub your face, “I don't know yet. I've never thought about her that way before but… I'd like the chance to find out.” You truthfully admit because the last thing you're ever going to do is lie to him.

“Okay, I will allow it,” he looks in your direction as he talks. You are shocked but filled with relief. “You better not mess this up, you only have one shot at this.”

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate it, really.” The two of you hug and he kicks you out of his office telling you to make plans with his daughter when he isn't around. She didn't work today so that wasn't a problem. You walked home a little excited about the idea of dating again.

Later that week, while you're cooking dinner you get a phone call and answer frantically as you're completely ruining your meal. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight?” The familiar voice asks over the phone. The smoke alarm goes off as the pan catches fire and you drop the phone on the kitchen counter.

“Hold on!” You shout as you cover the pan with the lid, run to open the windows, turn on the fans, and wave the kitchen rag in front of the alarm to keep the smoke away long enough to shut off the horrible noise. Once the beeping stops you breathlessly pick up the phone and see that it was Wanda calling. “Hey, sorry, what were you saying?”

You are met with uncontrollable laughter from Wanda that makes you cackle a bit as well. “I’m sorry, it's not funny,” she says as she tries to contain her laughter. “Are you okay?” You confirm that you are but your food isn't. “Perfect!”

“How so? I don't think that almost dying of asphyxiation is perfect.” You throw in sarcastically.

“No, I just mean since you have nothing to eat and I have more than I can eat that it's perfect! You can come over here for dinner,” she invites happily.

“Are you sure?” You say looking at the time and figuring that you don't have a lot of time to prepare anything else and you really don't want to get takeaway.

“I wouldn't have called if I wasn't,” she says with something in her mouth.

“No I'm sure you wouldn't but um, what about Vision?” you ask carefully. “He hardly likes it when I'm around the boys when I'm working. I'd hate for his private investigator to report to him that I was there when I wasn't. Especially since you have the boys this week.” You explain yourself as you check your burnt food and think of the best way to dispose of it.

“It won't be a problem,” Wanda says with a grumble in her tone at the idea that her ex-husband is still making it difficult for her to have friends. “The boys made some friends at their karate practice and I guess the class has a sleepover for the new kids whenever they join to make sure everyone gets to know each other well. I don't know. All I know is that my house is empty when it shouldn't be and I could really use the company. I was hoping that maybe you could too?”

You understand how it feels when Rachel has a sleepover on a night when you have her. It's a crummy feeling because on the one hand, you're happy whenever she has friends and gets to create those fun memories that come with sleepover adventures. On the other hand, you only get so much time with her that you don't want to share it with anyone.

“Alright, I'll be right over,” you say as you grab your keys. She cheers over the phone before hanging up. You grab a bottle of wine that you think she might like as you leave your apartment. It was a gift that you otherwise wouldn't drink yourself. Wanda answers the door with a glass of wine in her hand and you laugh as you hold up the bottle that you brought with you.

“Oh good, you brought your own. I really wasn't in the mood to share,” she says jokingly as she lets you inside. You smile and set it down on the dining table.

“And here I thought it was going to be a gift for you,” you walk into the kitchen and grab yourself a glass.

“Hold on now, I didn't say I didn't want any,” she says as she sets her glass down on the counter in order to make you a plate. You pour yourself half a glass from the bottle she already had open and move to get out of the kitchen. “Is this too much?” She turns to show you the plate but she almost knocks into you, “I’m so sorry!!” She says abruptly and you laugh it off telling her that you're fine. “Are you sure?”

“Come to think of it, there must be something wrong with me since I'm here having dinner with you.” She swats your shoulder with the back of her hand and tells you to shut up before handing you the plate with your food on it. Your stomach growls loudly as the aroma finally enters your senses. “This looks amazing, thank you for the invitation.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Wanda says. “Sit, make yourself comfortable.” She tries to direct you out of the kitchen.

You look to her back door and think about how she gets so many more stars here than you do. “Hey, do you mind if we eat out there? I mean, it's such a great night,” you ask and Wanda looks out the window from the door and agrees.

“You’re right, it is a nice night,” she grabs her glass from the counter and opens the door for you. You thank her as you pass by and get yourself settled on the outdoor furniture. Wanda joins you shortly after with a plate of her own. The two of you enjoy the meal together under the stars with two bottles of wine. When the food is gone the two of you are still chatting. “So what happened to making plans with us and your ex and Rachel?” Wanda asks as she pours the rest of the wine from the second bottle into her glass.

You cringe at the question as you remember that you told her you'd hang out with her and the boys. “I completely forgot, I'm sorry. This week has been… honestly there's no good explanation. I'm sorry,” you say as you finish your glass of wine. “I’m glad you called me over here.” You make eye contact with her as you say this. Wanda’s smile is warm and inviting and you realize that you never thought you’d have a chance to see this side of her. She is a very beautiful person and you start to feel lucky to have the chance to know her.

“Do you dance?” Wanda asks, breaking you from getting lost in her features. You didn’t realize she had freckles before.

“Uh, not sure what you mean by that,” you pinch your eyebrows together but neither of you break eye contact.

She giggles, “It’s not a trick question. Do you dance?”

You look away for a second then look back at her. “I suppose it depends on who’s asking,” you reply as you blink slowly.

Wanda rests her elbow on the armrest and sits her head on her fist as she leans a little closer, “I’m asking.”

You nod and frown your lips a little before smiling again, “Then yes, I dance.”

“Perfect,” she says before she finishes the last bit of wine in her glass. She grabs her phone and taps the screen as she stands up and picks a song to play on her outdoor speakers that she hardly ever got to use. “Stay right here,” she tells you as she runs inside to turn the device on.

You stand and look up at the stars, the weather is perfect for a summer night. Usually it’s unbearably hot and humid. But tonight it’s a perfect warm temperature with a slight cool breeze. The moon is full and providing more light than usual. Though, lighting isn’t a problem as Wanda’s porch lights also shine bright. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose and enjoy the refreshing scents of grass and trees. Then you hear the soft rhythmic strumming of a guitar and you turn around with open eyes as Wanda is rejoining you on the deck. Your heartbeats a little differently as you watch her walk over to you. There isn’t a time that you have ever felt so calm in the presence of someone but she has brought that out in you. You give the credit to the wine because anything else feels dangerous.

“Hi,” you say as you offer your hand to her.

“Hi,” she says as she takes your hand and the two of you seamlessly begin to move together. Her free hand resting on your shoulder and yours resting on her waist. The two of you dance to the music, at first facing each other and having light conversation that mostly consists of compliments on movement. Then the two of you fall silent, just enjoying the moment together as you hold each other close and continue to sway along to the melody.

As the third song ends, you look at her cheek and consider placing a small kiss there but as you move forward she turns to look at you, almost making her lips the target. You clench your jaw as you stop yourself. Wanda leans her head further into your shoulder. “Thank you for spending time with me tonight,” she says in a soft broken whisper. Not that she needed to whisper, she just didn’t feel like her normal volume would be appropriate at this distance.

“I can’t think of a single place I’d rather be than here right now,” you admit. Wanda hums as she closes her eyes. She doesn’t want to break this moment but she doesn’t want something to happen. Neither do you. Not when you have been texting everyday since Monday with Daisy. That’s when it hits you. Daisy. Sweet, sarcastic Daisy. You follow Wanda’s lead and close your eyes and continue to sway. You don’t look at her, you don’t say another word. You just hold her until the next song ends. And the next. And one more after that until the music stops.

The two of you break apart and she goes inside to figure out the problem. You collect the dishes and bring them inside to wash. When she still hasn’t returned after you have the dishes put in the dishwasher, you wander around the house until you find her. She is on the phone with her boys. She is singing softly to them. You walk away as you think about how great of a mother she is. You start to wonder what kind of role Daisy would be able to play in Rachel’s life. You can’t believe you never considered this before. She’s young and free, would she be a good step-mother? As much as you don’t always get along with Anna, she is a decent person to co-parent with. Then there’s the Jean of it all. Is Daisy someone that you could bring around Jean? You don’t know yet. But something tells you that there wouldn’t be a problem bringing Wanda to Jean.

“Hey, sorry about that,” Wanda says as she finds you sitting and facing the torn down wall. She joins you on the sofa. “They were getting anxious about spending the night and they wanted to be picked up. But I’m a little drunk so I had to convince them to stick it out.”

“That’s precisely why I haven’t left yet,” you admit with a laugh.

“You don’t have to leave, I have a guest room that is always ready to use,” she tells you. Wanda yawns as she checks the time. Her eyes widened at her watch, “It’s gotten really late. Wow, where did the time go?”

“I have no idea,” you say refraining from saying something flirtatious. “If it’s not a problem, I could stay,” you say as you look at her. “But I probably won’t see you in the morning because I’ll have to head home pretty early in order to make it to work on time.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem at all,” she says as she gets up from the couch. “I’ll show you the way,” she waits for you to stand and you follow her up the stairs. Wanda leaves you with a goodnight hug and you thank her for letting you stay. In the morning, you leave a note on the refrigerator so that you don’t leave without some form of goodbye.

Chapter 7

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