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talaok · 2 years ago

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Hey. I have an idea for pedro and reader

The reader's ex calls her in the middle of the night begging her back to him and the reader gets out the bedroom trying not to wake pedro up and avoid any fight but he wakes up and gets jealous and angry

Jealous Pedro is my own personal curse lol, I genuinely don’t get why you like him. But for you? Anything babes. Also, happy ending won in the poll, but thanks to an anon I've decided to write both endings bc I'm an asshole

warnings: jealousy, angst

Pt.2

Oh fuck please not again.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you didn’t even need to look at the caller to know who it was.

Only one person would call you at 4:45 am. the same one that had been flooding you with texts and calls for a week now.

You had been ignoring him, telling yourself that “It’s just a phase” and “it’ll pass”, but god, had you been wrong.

You and Jason had broken up two years ago now, and casually, just when you had finally made your relationship with Pedro public, he felt the need to connect with you again.

That's not how Jason had always been, he was once caring and fun and everything you needed... until he wasn't.

He hadn't taken your breaking up with him well, and you tried to be understanding of it, god knows you had been in the same position too once or twice, your heart broken, your mind confused- but then when after two months he'd still call you crying, you decided to give him a little tough love by texting him something that could be summarized in "I know you're hurt but this is getting kind of ridiculous at this point" and by blocking him.

Somewhere after that, for some godforsaken reason, you had decided to unblock him, and to really show off your decision-making skills, you even answered the phone when he had called you last week, finding him in tears, begging for a second chance.

If you were anyone to judge, this call wasn't gonna be much different, but this story had to end at one point, and as you got up from the bed, sneaking out of the room as Pedro breathed soft snores into the air, you decided the time had come.

"Jason?" you whispered, tiptoeing to the living room.

"baby? Oh my god it's really you, I've been trying to call you"

"yeah I saw" you stated, not short of sarcasm

"Oh t-that's ok, you were busy I jus-"

"no Jason I wasn't busy, this is inappropriate"

"Wha-what are you talking about baby, I love you"

there went the tears again

"Jason I'm sorry alright, but I don't, I have a boyfriend, I'm happy"

"no you don't understand babe I can't live without you, I love you more than life y/n, more than anything... I- I need you"

"Jason we broke up a long time ago. It's over. It has been for a while now"

"you don't mean that baby, we love each other, remember how good we were together? I know you do"

"stop calling me baby and stop calling me in general Jason. I don't love you and I don't want to get back together" Your voice raised to a whispery-yell as you got more frustrated.

"Why are you whispering- Is he there? Let me talk to him"

"why would I do that? What would you even want to tell him?"

"I'm sure I can make him understand, man to man y'konw-"

"oh shut up" you rolled your eyes "Jason stop calling me"

"but bab-"

"No. No buts, it's over. we're never getting back together. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to sleep, and I suggest you do the same"

"y/n please- I love you, I need you I-"

"goodnight Jason. Don't call me again" You didn't give him time to finish as you hung up, throwing your phone on the couch and closing your eyes as you took a very well-deserved deep breath.

Fuck this shit man.

"Who was it?"

You jumped on your feet, a shiver of fear running down your spine as you turned towards the ominous voice.

"Pedro-" you sighed, taking in his sleep-filled expression.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" he apologized, with a soft chuckle "Who were you talking to?"

shit

"uh- don't worry, it was no one"

"I don't think it was no one if you got up at 4 in the morning to answer, did something happen?"

"no-no nothing like that, it's stupid, don't worry"

He frowned as he studied your expression, clearly confused at your secrecy.

"Who was it?"

Your eyes focused behind him at the glimpse of your room the opened door granted.

Everything was fine just 10 minutes ago...

"It was Jason"

Pedro paused a moment, taken aback by your answer

"Jason as in your ex-boyfriend Jason?" he asked "And why exactly was Jason calling you in the middle of the night?"

"it's not what you think"

This was why you didn't want him to know.

He had a history with unfaithfulness, the woman before you had cheated on him multiple times and left him hurt and bruised, and it was hard for him to fully trust you - or anyone for that matter- after that.

you didn't want him to close off again, you trusted each other, and you feared this would have given him a reason to get back to old habits.

"It's not? 'cause it sure looks like it"

"no, let me explain-" you got closer to him.

"I'm so fucking stupid" he huffed, not listening to you

"no you're not, just-listen to me" you said, putting a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down

He watched you, hurt and anger in his eyes, but he took a breath, nodding as he grumbled a "fine"

"He's been calling me for a while-"

"is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Baby, let me talk" you reminded him, and he gave you another non-enthusiastic nod "He's been calling me since I made our relationship public, saying that he wants to get back with me and that he loves me..." you paused, glancing at the way he tightened his fists by his side "and I've been ignoring him because-" your lips turned into a soft smile as you reached for his hand "...well because I've got you, and I don't want anybody else in the world except you"

You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your mouth to leave a quick kiss on it.

"and the only reason why I answered tonight is because I was sick of it, and I wanted to tell him once and for all that we're done because I love you, and only you Pedro" You stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek "I promise"

You saw the way your words affected him.

And as much as he tried to fight it, you were always the only one able to calm him down, even when his worst fear came to life. Because he loved you, but most importantly... he trusted you.

"are you telling the truth?" he finally asked, as if in his mind he wasn't praying for you to be doing just that.

He didn't want to lose you, he couldn't.

"I am baby. I swear"

His eyes left yours for a second as he took a deep breath

"why didn't you tell me? I would have done something, I would have gone have a talk with that asshole"

You let out a small laugh

"yeah, a talk" you teased, raising your eyebrows "And besides it didn't matter, it was just a stupid thing not worth your time"

he took your other hand in his, shaking his head

"if he, or anybody else, does this again you tell me, ok?"

As much as you wanted to joke about how many crazy exes he believed you had, you decided this wasn't the time.

"ok" you smiled "I promise"

"good" he nodded, bending down to ghost your lips "Now let's go to bed so I can remind you of a few things I'm sure I'm better at than Jason"

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or... (angst with no happy ending)

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"It's not what you think"

"It's not? 'cause it sure looks like it"

"It was just a phone call Pedro, just let me explain"

"A phone call with your ex-boyfriend"

"yes, exactly my ex-boyfriend"

"This is unbelievable," he huffed, passing a hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture "I fucking trusted you. You made me trust you, and then... then you go screw that fucking asshole behind my back"

"I'm not screwing anybody"

"sure you aren't" he turned to walk away, but you grabbed his arm.

"Listen to me"

"To what? more lies?" he snapped

"No Pedro I can explain if you just let me talk"

"I don't need an explanation, I know exactly what's going on, just- leave me, I'll go"

"Just like that?" you questioned "You don't even wanna hear me out for a second? You so easily lose all the trust you had in me?"

"Can you blame me?"

"This is ridiculous, I've answered the phone to tell him to stop calling, that's the only reason why! I'm not cheating on you" you spoke, your tone getting louder "And the fact that you came to that conclusion so quickly is fucking insulting"

"right" he snickered "so you answered the phone at four in the morning to tell him to stop calling, very believable y/n" he shook his head "and to think you're a fucking actress"

"fuck you Pedro" you spat out "You know what? I deserve someone who trusts me, who lets me fucking speak and explain myself, not someone who at the first mistake throws me out like trash"

"And I deserve someone who's not a cheater. Guess we both deserve better"

"I guess we do"

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cherry-romper · 7 months ago

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gen narumi x medic reader, where his vice-captain and platoon suddenly realizes why he gets injured so often (to see reader)

Gen Narumi X Medic!Reader

Warnings; Mentions of blood and injury

Contains; fluff, angst(?), GN!Reader

Word count; 936

For a guy who classes himself as “the best”, he sure gets injured a lot.

He was never grievously wounded, but he’s always need stitches – this just so happened to be your department.

His platoon often made fun of him, jesting at how he’d “fallen off”

It got so bad that he’d been called into the Director’s office, many were concerned as to why he was suddenly getting injured so often.

No matter how small the cut, he'd always end up at your door. His platoon teased him relentlessly.

Ignoring them, he waltz into your office and man-spread in your chair.

He'd stare you down as you worked, unflinching as you cleaned and dressed his wounds.

You’d shift uncomfortably under his gaze, looking up to him a couple times, irritated.

You felt very judged, like he was scrutinizing your every move.

Even if the gash was on his back, he’d crank his neck round to watch you while you work.

After the first few times, you got used to it and voiced your irritation: “Stop watching me while I work.”

“Why should I?” you didn’t even have to look at him to hear the smirk that tugged at his lips.

Frustrated, you set down your needle and thread with a clank. “You make me nervous; my hands shake the more you stare. I could hurt you more.”

“I can handle it.”

“Or stop getting injured, then we won’t have anything to worry about, would we?” you counted, sarcastically.

He scoffed as you got up, shifting his weight in the chair.

For the third time this week, you bandaged another part of his body.

He’s gonna run out of limbs to injure soon, you thought to yourself.

He didn’t say thank you as he left your office.

You tried to not let it get to you, he had a reputation for being rude.

It was only two days till he was back again, some pathetic cut on his pinky finger.

You were a professional, to laugh in his face wouldn’t be right, but it was hard not to with him stood there, cradling his hand like it had been cut off. At 2 am no less.

“Bandage,” was all he said, almost demanding.

Cocking a brow at him, you looked from his face to his hand. There was barely any blood, you couldn’t even see the cut.

“What did you do?”

“Papercut.”

“Narumi…go to bed.” You turned to close your door, but his foot stopped it.

Using just he leg his pushed your door open again, making his way over to his usual spot and held out his hand for you to examine.

You were shocked but thought it best to entertain him. Quicker you gave him a plaster, the faster you could get back to sleep.

Grabbing what you needed from your cabinet, sat across from him. Taking his hand in your own, you can feel his familiar gaze on you.

Wiping it down and wrapping a plaster round it, you tapped on the back of his hand, “there you go, now can I go back to bed?”

“No,”

Puzzled, you looked back to him.

“I actually have this weird mark on my ass,” without hesitation, he shifted in the seat onto his knees.

“WOAH!! Not my department, buddy!” you scrambled to stop him moving any further.

He laughed, “I’m just joking”

You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry, you were too tired for this.

He saw himself to the door, “thank you…and goodnight, Doc.”

A week had passed since you’d last saw your favourite patient. Until your peace was disturbed on a Wednesday afternoon.

Once again, Narumi had some meek slash on his abdomen. Not deep enough to cause issue, but enough to warrant stitches.

Conveniently, his suit didn’t complete the healing process, again.

Your usual routine unfolded. Him staring and you just trying to work.

However, for the first time, he flinched. Not at the needle, but at your touch.

Taking a step back, you asked if he was okay. No matter who your patient was, their comfort and health were your top priority.

He just nodded, nervously biting his lip. Unable to meet your gaze.

You made sure he was okay as you continued to weave the thread in and out of his flesh.

He winced a couple times, jolting as your hand grazed over his bruised torso.

His body temperature had risen, and you could feel the sweat forming on his body.

Looking to his face, you could see the beads glistening on his forehead and the blood pooling in his cheeks.

“God, Gen. You’re burning up.”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, “don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

“Of course I’m worried about it!” You knew form your years of experience it was best to finish one task before starting another.

Completing the last few stitches, you pulled them tight.

A gasp escaped Gen’s lips. He launched forward, grabbing a hold of your wrist.

He was hunched over in the chair, his hair covering his eyes. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face.

“Are you okay? Talk to me, Narumi!”

He let out a weak chuckled, “you’re really loud, Doc,”

His hand still gripping your wrist tight, he meets your eyes.

His lips were pale and his eyes sunken.

Panic immediately washed over you.

“God, you’re bleeding internally,”

Calling for extra nurses to assist you, he slumped against you.

“This is what I get for wanting to see you, huh?”

Perplexed, you try to lift his weight off you and move him into a safer position, but he wouldn’t budge.

Resting his head on yours, he whispered in your ear “I’m sorry, Doc. I just didn’t know how else I’d get to see you.”

“Gen Narumi, you idiot.”

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atinylittlepain · 2 years ago

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June - Part One

joel miller x f!OC

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ dark themes surrounding suicidal ideation and attempt, eventual smut, angst

a/n | well, I'm a bit nervous to share this one. as I mentioned before, this is going to be quite different than anything I have put out before. Each part is going to be much shorter than my usual fare - anywhere from 2K to 2.5K. Again, please take care reading this, I am touching on very tender topics. I also need to thank @wannab-urs and @jksprincess10 and @beskarandblasters for supporting me through writing this, so much gratitude for you both.

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Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me

My mind is filled with silvery stars

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

"Radio Cure" by Wilco

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She’s a difficult woman. When she wants to be. And he supposes she does. He supposes she’s angry at him. She had made that clear enough. He had taken something from her, a choice, an escape, a way out. But she had taken it from him too. They hold each other’s lives between their teeth, waiting for the other to bite down, to show mercy, to bleed out.

They won’t let her go outside the gates anymore, no patrol shifts. And they have her staying with one of the doctors in town, a watchful eye. From what he’s heard, it isn’t going well. From what he sees, it isn’t going well. Joel isn’t sleeping these days because she isn’t either. He follows her, a shadow, not daring to get too close lest she decides to snap at his presence.

Most nights, she circles her cage like a despondent animal, fingertips running along the wall that keeps her from doing it again. And he follows after her, willing her to turn over her shoulder, to look at him, to offer him anything. He would take anything she’s willing to give.

And then he does something to upset her even more. It comes up between him and his brother on patrol. The doctor she’s staying with is at her wit’s end with her. Coming and going at strange hours, silent and snarling. So he offers up the spare room in his house and suddenly she’s stomping up his porch with a backpack and a scowl.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” He has to admit, it’s a good question. One he’s not sure of the answer to.

“You need somewhere to stay, and I have the space.”

“Because your kid doesn’t want to live here anymore?”

“She ain’t my kid.”

“Yeah right.” He’s just content to have her looking at him again, even if she is trying to dig her claws in. But her eyes flicker away fast.

“It’s only for a month. Then they’re gonna let me have my apartment back.” “Whatever you say, June. Your room is upstairs, second door on the–”

“It’s not fair, you know.” “What’s that?”

“The only difference between you and I is that I got caught. And now I’m stuck in a fucking cage. You may have played hero, but I know why you were out there.” She doesn’t give him a chance to respond, shouldering past him into the house and trudging upstairs.

For the first time since Ellie left, he starts cooking. Mostly because she’s not eating. Or at least he never sees her eating, no trips to the dining hall, and she only passes through the kitchen to get upstairs. So he starts cooking, albeit simply, leaving plates outside her closed door, happy to see them cleared in the morning. His pants start fitting better again, belt not done on the tightest notch anymore. And he’d like to think she starts looking different too, a little brighter after a few weeks of square meals.

She doesn’t wander at night anymore. He’s always waiting on the porch to see her come home. She’s even started to mutter a low goodnight when she passes him to go inside, something beating and flickering inside his ribs when she does.

He knows from Maria that she’s started working at the garden, and one night she comes home with a basket, a few ears of corn, pale and silky in their husks, and strawberries bright enough to make his mouth water. She sets the basket down at his feet, her eyes not meeting his, though she gives him a curt nod before going inside, the light click of the screen door shaking him out of his stupor.

Sliced into bleeding slivers, how Sarah liked them, with a drizzle of honey where he would have sprinkled sugar, how Sarah liked them. But instead of setting the bowl down outside her door, he decides to knock, and she decides to let him in.

They sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to hold the bowl between them, their fingers staining sticky from the sweet syrup of the treat, saccharine singing down their throats. And when all the berries are gone, they pass the bowl back and forth, lapping up any remaining sweetness, mouths smacking with want. Her lips are red, swollen from the way she licks at them to chase up what’s left of the taste, and his eyes dart from them to her temple, a much darker red, still healing, still raised and scabbed.

“Stop looking at it.”

“I’m not.” “Yes, you are. Everyone does.”

“You wanna look at mine?” Her eyes widen, and he’s already turning his head, running a finger along the sliver on his temple.

“You–”

“I missed, just like you.”

“But you weren’t gonna miss this time, were you?”

“No, I wasn’t. I’m glad you did though.” It’s the exact wrong thing to say, and he can see the way she shuts down, furling back in on herself, turning away from him, covering the side of her face with her palm.

“Goodnight, Joel.” A long sigh, slipping through his fingers.

“Goodnight, June.”

…

At the end of the month, she doesn’t leave. There is no conversation about it. She simply doesn’t leave. And Joel has to swallow down his elation at that.

Soon, her baskets laid at his feet turn into her helping him in the kitchen. They settle into silent rhythms, hips bumping as fat sizzles in the pan, the dull chop of vegetables and the savory sear of meat cooking. They eat together on the back porch, sitting side by side, taking in the lingering light of summer as they fill their bellies. An act that promises permanence. Her scar is quickening, new skin, new, new, new. And when he reaches out for her, his fingers skating over that arced line, she lets him.

“Can I see yours again?” A nod, a tilt of his head, and a shiver when her fingers press over his scar.

“I’m glad you missed, Joel.” She kisses angry, her fingers curling in his hair, swallowing up his groan when she tugs too hard. All teeth, nipping, clicking against his, and he wants more, more, more. He goes greedy with it, hands pulling at clothes, pressing her closer, as close as he can, pulling her into his lap and she’s warm, sharp, softening her snarl only slightly when he licks into her mouth. But she’s gone in a flash, pulling away with a gasp, stumbling down the porch steps, all but falling onto her ass as she wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes wild and wide. And Joel aches because he had her, he had her, and it felt so good and she’s already snapping back and away.

“I– I’m sorry, June.” She doesn’t offer him anything else, darting past him and back inside. He sits there, slack, long after the sun dips down below the mountains, a shiver setting on him in the chill of the night.

But she stays. She gets quiet again, cagey, no longer eating with him, only clipped greetings when they pass each other. But she stays.

He’d like to say something, anything, but in the fleeting moments he sees her, he finds himself choking on words, his throat constricting and she’s already gone. So it’s a surprise when one day, she comes home and wordlessly sits down next to him on the porch. He doesn’t move, barely even breathes, a hummingbird beat away from her disappearing.

“Why doesn’t your kid live with you anymore?”

“She ain’t my–”

“Fine, why doesn’t not your kid live with you anymore?” An inhale and an exhale, he has to clear his throat before he answers.

“I lied to her. And did a lot of things she didn’t agree with.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“I was trying to protect her.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?” “Protect her?”

“I suppose I did. Reckon if this is the price I have to pay– for her to be safe– I’m fine with that.”

“Is that why you were out there that night?”

“Yes.” She hums at that, the both of them still looking straight ahead. He can feel the warmth of her from where her thigh rests so close to his.

“Why haven’t you tried again?” He finally breaks, turning his head to squint at her, her eyes finding his.

“What do you mean?”

“They don’t think you’re crazy. Not like me. Nobody would blink twice if you went back out there. So why haven’t you tried again?” It’s pure curiosity, no emotion behind her question, an honest and open desire to know.

“Because I’ve been busy keeping you from trying again.” It’s not the truth, at least not the whole of it, and he can tell she knows it, her lips curling into a smile. She’s just as good at this game as he is.

“Can I see yours?” Her hair has grown out more from where they had to shave it, and she has to tuck some of it back to show him the full line of her scar, still dark and jagged. He’s not sure if she’ll flinch, jerk away if he reaches out, but it’s a relief when she doesn’t, pressing her temple into the cup of his palm.

“I’m sorry, Joel.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, June.” He hopes that if he moves slower this time, only taking what she gives, that she won’t pull away. And she doesn’t, letting his lips brush against hers, a fluttering little thing. He swears he can hear it, something cracking in his chest, ribs breaking to make room for this new swell of warmth as she presses her lips to his again, a little more certain, a little more insistent. Her hand comes to rest at the collar of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric when he sweeps his tongue along her bottom lip, a question that she responds to in kind, opening up to him with a sweet sigh.

Sweet, sweet, sweet. No snap, no snarl, just a simple slip of her mouth pressed to his. He’s going to have to ration it, this sweetness, willing himself to pull away before she spooks. His hand is on hers, and her hand is on his, thumbs sweeping, back and forth, back and forth, tracing the secret they share.

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to make dinner?”

“Okay.”

She’s always not really hungry. He knows by now that it means nothing. And sure enough, he has to hide a smile when she pockets a perfect cherry tomato in her cheek as they start on dinner.

“There's extra blankets in that closet if you need them. Since it’s getting colder at night and all.” Dinner had been a silent volley of glances, punctuated by long sighs. And now, standing in the hallway, somewhere between his own room and where she’s standing in front of hers, Joel feels completely adrift.

“Okay, thank you. I think there’s a draft in my window actually. It’s been cold in there these last few nights.”

“I’ll trade for some caulk tomorrow. Get that fixed for you.” Something passes over her face, a quick fall that he finds his mind hurrying to figure out. Oh, oh.

“Would you– my room is plenty warm. I can take the couch.”

“I don’t want you to take the couch.”

“Okay.”

He’s already under the covers when she pads into his room, wearing a large sweater and a pair of leggings.

“Are you really that cold?” “I run cold.” He has to bite back a laugh at that, simply nodding, keeping his hands clasped over his chest as she slips into bed on the other side. She’s quick about it, rolling onto her side, facing away from him and tugging the sheets up to her chin.

He tries, he really does, his hands itching in resistance. It feels like a leap, a moment of freefall when he reaches across the mattress, settling his hand on her shoulder. But she catches him, bringing her palm to rest over his, fingers furling in a gentle tug. Come closer, I will not bite, I will not run, not this time.

The gap is closed with a simple curl of his arm over her waist, his chest slipping snug against her back, rising and falling in time with her thrumming ribs.

“Your feet are really cold.”

“I’m sorry, I told you.”

“That’s okay, June. I don’t mind.”

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller x oc #joel miller smut #joel miller series #joel miller fic

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rebelliousstories · 1 year ago

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Tidal Wave

Relationship: Nick Burkhardt x Reader (Platonic), Monroe x Reader (Platonic)

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 5,743

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Part 2: Hearts of Sea Stone

Summary: When a series of suspicious drowning show up in Portland, Nick Burkhardt is called in to investigate a naiad. He quickly finds out there is more to his tale than he knows.

“But they hurt me so,” said the little mermaid.

“Pride must suffer pain,” replied the old lady.”

“Vic’s name was Jason Aquati. Water made it difficult to get his wallet out safely without damaging the contents but we made it happen.” Sergeant Wu passed the wallet over to the two detectives that had just arrived. Nick Burkhardt and Hank Griffin made their way from the car to where the CSU were busy processing the scene.

“Another drowning victim in the Willamette in the last week? Seems like this guy is just getting started.” Hank commented on the scene, dropping himself into a crouch in front of the body. He was utterly puzzled by this string of murders they had gotten.

“Well, lets see who next of kin is, business, the works. There’s gotta be something that connects him to the last one. This is just too specific.” Nick added on, pausing to observe the pale watery body that was left there. Something odd caught his eye. Something in his hand. Grabbing a glove, not bothering to put it on properly, Nick gently moved the hand around till he caught a clear look of what he was hold.

“Can I get a baggie please?” The detective called to no one in particular. His eyes followed the object that was now resting on his glove. Nick felt his partner come to look over his shoulder and hand him the evidence bag.

“What is that?” Griffin questioned, watching his partner drop the small object into the bag and seal it up. Burkhardt stood to match the other man, and their eyes were both trained on the bag.

“I have no clue.” A small stone rested amongst the plastic. To the untrained eye, it looked like a regular stone, but one of these men had the eyes to see the unimaginable. He saw the swirl of blue inside, a pale brilliant blue, that quickly died out. Nick’s eyes went back from the stone, to the man before them, trying desperately to find out how these two were connected.

The precinct was as busy and bustling as ever. There was so much excess noise and chatter that threatened to pulled Nick away from his screen; he was almost about to tell the entire building to be quiet just so that he could work. But that would not happen, and he knew that.

“Hey Nick, check this out.” The excess noise was cut out and Hank’s voice came to him sharply. Getting up from his chair, the detective walked over and peered at the screen before him. After being here for so long, the bright screen and small dark letters blurred together.

“Alright. What am I looking at?” His hands rested on the table and back of his partner’s chair, trying desperately to make sense of what was on the screen.

“That stone we found in the guys hand today? Well, I thought since the guy last week also had a similar looking stone in his possession that I would have them tested. Listen to this: it is aquamarine. A type of sea blue to greenish stone.” Hank rattled off happily.

“Okay. So we know what type of stone it is. How does this help us?” A headache was starting to worm its way into Burkhardt’s head, and he could do without the small talk.

“Well, here’s the thing. Inside the stone, there was a foreign substance. Initial results were inconclusive because they were quote, ‘fish scales with human DNA.’ That’s weird right?” Nick was trying to rack his brain for knowledge that would explain the foreign substance in the gemstone.

“Very weird. Listen,” he cleared his throat, “I’m gonna head home. I don’t think I can look at another screen tonight. Goodnight Hank. Go get some sleep.” Nick patted his friend on the shoulder, and collected his coat before leaving.

On the drive home, many thoughts plagued his mind. Was there a type of wesen that preferred to have those kinds of gems? Or a particular type of water wesen that he should be looking for? Dinner and Juliette would have to wait. First, Nick needed to make a detour.

His car pulled into the driveway of Monroe’s humble abode, shutting off the engine and sitting there for a moment. Nick searched his car for a drink and some painkillers but found none. This headache was getting worse. Maybe his friend had some inside? Hopefully he did, otherwise his drive home was going to be a lot worse. The detective did not realize that he was already at the door and knocked before he heard a muffled voice calling out for, “just a moment.”

“Nick, hey buddy. What brings you by at this time of night? Shouldn’t you be home?” The taller blutbad moved out of the way to allow the Grimm into his home, but was confused at Nick’s uncharacteristic quietness.

“You okay, Nick?” Monroe asked, starting to be concerned.

“Do you have any painkillers? I’m sorry. Just got this nasty headache and I don’t have anything.” Nick scrubbed his hand over his face, pinched his eyes shut, and let out the deepest breath he could to try and muster through the pain.

“Yeah. Yeah, I got some. Come here.” Going into the kitchen, the detective smelt and saw the remains of dinner. It reminded him of his girlfriend that was at home right now, waiting up for him so that she could make him a hot plate.

“Thanks Monroe. I’m sorry to impose like this on you.” The wesen waved off the concerns as he was shaking his head, still rummaging through the cabinets for something to ease his friend’s pain.

“Don’t worry about it man. I don’t have anything traditional. Well, no. It is traditional, but it’s not modern medicine. Ah! Here it is.” Monroe pulled a jar from his cupboards, with something in German written on the label. Taking a teaspoon, he put a single spoonful of the contents of the jar in a mug. It was then that Nick noticed the kettle heating up on the stove, and watched as his friend poured scalding water over the mystery powder. Was it even a powder? It looked more like tea.

“Give it just a few minutes to steep and cool down. After that, bottoms up.” Monroe looked pleased with himself, but Nick was just confused.

“What is it?” He questioned, looking between the other man and mug with uncertainty.

“Alles Heilen. It’s a type of ‘cure all.’ My grandmother used to make me that anytime I had any sort of internal ailment. Headaches, flu, stomach aches. She even made me drink it one time to help flush out some poisonous berries I had accidentally eaten. It’s really good stuff.” Nick sniffed the mug, and took a small test sip to test temperature and taste before he took a more proper drink.

“So I’m assuming you didn’t just pop over here for a German style medicine for your headache?” Monroe asked, watching the man before him he appeared to finally have some sort of relief as he rubbed his temples.

“No.” Nick stated plainly. “What kind of wesen are part fish, or really love water?”

“Whoa. Okay. Not what I was expecting. Um, I’m not sure. The only ones that are coming up are naiades but they’re only fish in the sense that I am a wolf. It’s not enough to classify or anything like that. Why do you ask?” Now, he was confused.

“There’s a series of homicides I’m investigating. Both bodies were holding an aquamarine stone that held fish and human DNA inside. It sounds like something weird enough to be wesen.” Nick stared off into a blank spot of the kitchen as he let the tea, if that is what you could call it, take effect.

“Aquamarine and weird DNA? Have you consulted your books?” Leaning against the counter, Monroe watched Burkhardt closely. However, the man just shook his head.

“No, I haven’t. I thought you might point me in the right direction.” They sat in silence for a moment, just letting the day take its toll.

“Hey,” Monroe gained Nick’s attention yet again, “maybe Rosalee knows what you should be looking for. Why don’t you give her a call in the morning?” A nod was given by the Grimm, who finished the contents of his cup, and made to leave the home of the blutbad.

“Yeah. I think I will. Thanks for your help, Monroe.” The gentlemen shook hands, and went to go for the door.

“Anytime, Nick.” Watching from his front door, Monroe could not help but feel like this was just going to get worse for Nick if he could not find out what it was that he was looking for. Nothing can cause insanity quite like searching for something that you do not know where to start.

Rosalee flitted around the shop, pulling volumes upon volumes of knowledge from her shelves. Her face looked upset, which did not bode well with Grimm in her shop.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I can’t find anything that would explain what you found in that stone. Do you know what kind of wesen was holding it?” Her face scrunched up in confusion and worry.

“No,” the detective shook his head and threw his hands up in the air, “I don’t even know if the guy was wesen.” He was getting more and more frustrated as time went on. His gut told him that this was a wesen case, but Nick could not find anything to prove it.

“Okay. What were the victims names? Maybe I can find out for you.” A pad of paper and pen appeared in the Fuchsbau’s hands as she prepared to jot down the names.

“First vic was Stacie Wesser. She was a spa owner downtown, and the second was Jason Aquati. He was studying to be a marine biologist at the Oregon Institute of Marine Biologist.” After she wrote down those names, Rosalee took a pause. She let out a shaky breath, and her expressive face revealed pain.

“Are you sure it was them?” Her whisper came.

“Positive ID on both. Did you know them?” Nick was concerned and approached the woman in front of him. A tear managed to escape her eye that she rubbed away fiercely.

“Yeah. I knew them. Stacie came to me for specialty items for her shop, and James for a specific cream to use.” Burkhardt got out his pen and paper to jot some of this down.

“What else could you tell me? Is there any way that these two knew each other?” While he was busy writing the information, Rosalee tried to rack her brain.

“It’s possible that they may have interacted in her spa, but now that I think about it, they both mentioned going to see a show recently. The same one even though they weren’t in here at the same time.” Nick’s head perked up immediately at this information.

“What show was this?” She looked nervous now. Rosalee wrote a name on the piece of paper and tore it off.

“Take Monroe with you. It’s not exactly a place you would be welcome in.” The man nodded and graciously accepted the piece of paper. However, just then, Nick’s phone rang. Pulling it out, he barely had time to check caller ID before answering.

“Yeah, Burkhardt. Okay. Alright. I’m there in ten.” He hung up the phone as quickly as he answered it. Turning back to the woman, he stashed the paper in his pocket and gave her a nod of thanks, before exiting underneath the chiming bell.

“Another body. This guys cooling off period is shrinking drastically.” Hank met up with Nick once he arrived on scene.

“What have we got?” He asked his friend, and was brought over to the body.

“Name was Stephen Matthews. Forty-four, never married, no children. Works at the Portland animal facility. This now makes the third body. This guys has gone serial.” Griffin walked near his parter towards the victim, and pulled a baggie from another officers hands.

“Found another stone in his hands. If I had to guess, it’s the same one as the

others.” Everyone was puzzled in this case.

“You know, drowning is not the easiest way to kill someone. Guns, knives, even bare knuckles work better than drowning. So why has he chosen this method?” Nick posed the question that no one answered. The sound of a car approaching, and subsequent opening and closing of the door caught the attention of everyone there. Their captain had just arrived on scene.

“This the same killer?” He asked, hands resting on his hips as he looked at the scene.

“We believe so, Captain.” Nick informed him, walking up and standing close by. A second set of eyes locked onto the bag in the young detective’s hands.

“What’s that?” He questioned, holding out his hands to accept the item.

“It’s a stone. Two similar ones were found on the other two bodies. It’s aquamarine but the forensic report shows human and fish DNA inside it. So we have no clue what we’re looking at.” Sean’s eyes stayed locked intensely on the stone in the bag that was no bigger than a quarter. He could hear Nick talking but his mine traveled back in time. Back to when he was young and had just arrived in Oregon. Back to when he had met her and-

“Captain?” The hand on his shoulder startled Renard out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and handed the evidence bag back to his detective.

“Good job, Nick. Keep it up. I want this guy found before he can kill anyone else.” And with that, he left. No more words spoken, no more updates needed. Burkhardt turned back to the stone in hand. What was it about this stone?

That night, Nick called up Monroe and asked if he would accompany him to the place that Rosalee had written down on the piece of paper in his pocket. The blutbad was more than willing to tag along and made sure to tell Nick about it on the way there. They made sure to park nearby, and on the walk over to the front door, Monroe would not shut up about the place.

“Dude, this is like an amazing club. Well, not really a club as in you know techno and partying. More like a supper club or a lounge. There is just this energy in there. It’s wonderful. Really takes you back in time to a much simpler life.” The nondescript black door with the name on the front would be able to be overlooked by a normal person, unless you knew what you were looking for.

“So this is, what? A speakeasy?” Nick continued to walked forward as Monroe seemed to have a revelation in the middle of the street.

“Yeah. Yeah it is. I never thought of it like that.” The closer they got to the door, the more Nick’s nerves were lighting up. He hoped that whatever he needed to solve this case was in this place.

Getting inside was no issue. Just a check for ID, pay a cover fee, and they were there. The lights of the stage were dark, while the ambient lighting was brighter. A poster caught Nick’s eyes that was plaster on just about every surface in the building.

Hometown Performances by the Portland Princess, Sirena!

The picture of the woman caused him to pause. She was obviously gorgeous, but there was a certain, almost mythical, quality to her appearance. Burkhardt felt someone come up behind him, and a hand laid itself on his shoulder.

“Oh yes! Sirena is in town. She’s amazing. Kind of a legend in our world.” Monroe gushed. Just then, the lights in the room dimmed, and the lights on stage went completely black. Whoops and cheers came from all around, and Nick saw many different kinds of wesen woge throughout the room.

A singular spotlight lit up the stage, and the woman from the poster stood in front of the microphone. Monroe was right; this really felt like a portal to a different time. Old timey microphone, and the woman was decked out in old Hollywood fashion. Listening to her sing, it felt like a trance. She interacted with the crowd and seemed to make up songs on the spot, or at least it seemed improvised.

She worked her way through the front row and had everyone hanging off of her every word. It was unlike anything Nick had seen, even in human clubs. This was totally different. Probably like most thing in the wesen world, this seemed to be steeped in tradition. Unlike, however, the last time he was in a club like this, the woman in stage paid no attention to him, and never realized that there was a Grimm in the audience watching her.

Singing her final note, Nick did not realize that she was signing off and saying goodnight until the spotlight died and the lights returned to how they were before.

“Monroe, what is she?” He asked his friend who seemed to be in a daze from the performance.

“She’s perfect.” Nick shook the blutbad from his thoughts. “Oh, right sorry. She’s a naiad. She might know who to look for.” Monroe was hauled to his feet and dragged through the club towards the back.

“Sorry. Sirena is not doing a meet and greet at the moment.” A tall, brunette man stopped the duo before they got too far into the back. Nick hated to do it, but he whipped out his badge for the man to see.

“I need to speak with her. She might have insight on an investigation.” The man scrutinized the badge he held, but eventually let him pass through with Monroe. A door with “Sirena” plastered across the front was the third door on the left side of the hallway the traveled down. Nick knocked loudly, and waited for a response.

“Just a second.” A soft and sweet voice called out from behind the door. Just a moment later, the door opened a little bit, and the same woman from the stage appeared a little bit more relaxed. As soon as she saw Monroe’s face, though, her weariness faded away.

“Roe! I didn’t know you’d be coming. I hope you have brought Rosalee.” Her voice did not lose any of the dreaminess as it picked up in volume.

“Can we come in? Please?” He asked, looking behind him at the Grimm. she nodded and moved out of the way to allow the pair into the room. Only, she did not realize that it was not Rosalee behind Monroe. Once the men stepped in, it was exactly 3.5 seconds for her entire demeanor to change. She squeaked and pressed herself as close to the door as she could. Monroe pushed Nick to the other side of the room as he tried to calm the woman down.

“You… you brought a Grimm here. You sold me, Monroe! How could you? What did I do?” She wailed and wailed, trying to keep the blutbad just as far away from her as the Grimm was, but he ignored the shoves and hitting.

“No. No, Si. He’s not like that. This is Detective Nick Burkhardt with the Portland Police Department. He’s not like the other one. He just wants to ask some questions. Please. I wouldn’t sell you like that.” Her panicked eyes shifted from the man in front of her to the man behind him, and back again. She finally started getting her breathing under control to where she could talk again.

“Just ask some questions?” It almost sounded like a whimper as she stared Nick down. He kept his hands out of his pockets so as to try and make her realize that he meant her no harm.

“Just some questions. If that’s okay. Monroe can stay the whole time.” Unshed tears collected amongst her lash line while she nodded her agreement. Her hands went to her eyes in pain and she bent over a basin of water in the room. What came out as a tear drop, landed in the water as a fully formed stone. Taking a moment to collect herself, she fixed her eye makeup, dabbed her eyes and turned back to the men.

“My apologizes. I try not to cry on land for that reason.” Her voice was soft and sweet, just as before, but her eyes stayed trained on the Grimm.

“It’s okay. Are those aquamarine?” He was instantly curious at the glittering bowl.

“Yes, they are. How did you know that?” Now, the singer was curious. She had yet to lose the edge that she was trembling on.

“We found three identical stones at three separate homicide scenes. Now, I’m not asking as a cop. What are you?” That Grimm stare scared the young woman. The pitch blackness of his eyes made her tremble and lose her facade for a second. In an instant, a silky sheen encompassed her entire body. Blueish-green scales shone in the lights of the vanity, and gills appeared at the side of her neck. Vibrant, electric blue eyes pierced his, and the almost doe-eyed quality she had taken was interesting to him.

“I’m not a normal naiad. I’m what they refer to as a Tödlicheslied.” Her woge state stayed as she explain.

“Are you serious?” Monroe piped up for the first time in a while. His eyes looked like he was a kid in a candy store.

“You’re- you’re a, a Tödlicheslied? I’ve only heard stories about you. I didn’t think you guys existed anymore.” The blutbad continued to look at the young lady, not as if he was judging her, but in disbelief.

“Tödlicheslied? What does that mean?” Nick asked, allowing his eyes to stray from the woman for a moment to turn to his friend.

“Literally translate to, ‘Deadly Song.’ They were the original sirens. An ancient breed of naiads. You Grimms might be a boogeyman tale to us wesen, but these guys? These are pure legend. They’re believed to be extinct. How are you out of the water?” Monroe explained, finally letting the information process. Burkhardt turned back to the woman and looked confused.

“My people usually don’t leave the water. We’re a rare, ancient breed of wesen like Roe said. Leaving the water for us is painful and can sometimes cause death where we literally suffocate. In our aquatic state, we behave like any other marine life. Oxygen in the water passes over our gills,” she motioned to her own with a webbed hand, “and that’s how we breath. But coming out of the water, we have difficulty turning back to our human form because we completely change our organs and structure.” Well, this was surprising to Nick. Just when he thought that his life could not get any weirder.

“We drink a tonic that helps, but it’s super specific. Only a few people know how to make it.” This was going to make for an interesting new addition to his book.

“Do you have an alibi for the past two nights and for last Friday?” Her body returned to normal, the half woge leaving her and allowing her to appear perfectly normal.

“The past two nights I’ve been here and haven’t been anywhere other than my hotel. Last Friday, I believe I found a late night bookstore to go to after the show. I’m unsure if that place has cameras, but I know my hotel does.” The detective took in her words and allowed himself to look around. There was a picture on the vanity, with a necklace draped atop it. The pictures were in black and white, but he knew that face. There was no way he could forget that face. Standing, Nick went to the vanity and attempted to grab the photo to get a better look when a hand slapped his. Rubbing the now stinging hand, he looked and saw pain and fury in the woman’s eyes.

“Apologies. I just don’t like people touching my stuff.” She did not look the least bit sorry, but that was neither here nor there.

“Would you be willing to come down to the station while we confirm your alibi? Just as a precaution, plus it makes it easier for us to get information.” Nick turned his full body to the young lady before him. She was only dressed in a silk robe, long hair flowing down in waves. However, she nodded.

“Would you allow me to get changed into something presentable? I’d much rather not be out there in just my robe.” Shifting from foot to foot, her hands wrung themselves together in front.

“Of course. Take however long you need.” Nick turned his body away from the young woman and stared at the wall, while he encouraged Monroe to do the same. And by encourage, he means that he slapped the man on the arm and made him turn away from the dressing window in the corner of the room. She disappeared behind the makeshift wall that was set up, and tried to put herself in normal clothing as quickly as possible. There was some rustling, and a couple of knocks as she finagled her way around. However, she was soon on her way out with her shoes in hand.

“You can turn back now. I appreciate you doing that.” It was almost a whisper as she sat down on the stool in front of her vanity to take care of her shoes. The men followed her request and waited patiently for her to be done.

Once the shoes were on, her attention was turned to the jewelry on the table and in the dishes before her. Rings found their place on her delicate fingers. Much less flashy and large than what she wore on stage, but none the less high quality. Nick had a sneaking suspicion that everything she wore was pure silver and built to last. However the one piece of gold that was present on the table, was the necklace draped across the picture frame. There was a pause as her hands faltered to reach for the object, but eventually, she was able to grasp it. Her expression was sullen, as if relieving a specific memory that she wish she could have forgotten. But, that necklace, with a heart shaped locket and several rings found its way to her neck. The one piece of gold clashing against the silver, including a secondary silver necklace that looked identical to the gold one.

“Ready to go.” The wesen took a deep breath and spun around. Grabbing a long, wool coat, she headed for the door and allowed the men to leave first before she locked the door to her dressing room. Leading them out of the building, Ashe stopped only for a moment to chat with her security guards and owner of the venue to let them know where she was going and that she would be back late.

Nick held the backseat door open for her, and offered a hand to help her up into the vehicle. He tucked her coat in to make sure it would not be caught in the door, and made his way to the driver’s door. Checking that everyone was buckled in and secure, he began the journey away from the club.

“Just gonna drop Monroe off first and then we’ll head to the station. Is that okay?” Burkhardt kept an eye on the siren in his back seat. She nodded, yet said nothing. It was silent. Eerily silent the entire drive back to the spice shop. Thankfully, it was not that long of a car ride so Nick was just hoping that maybe he could get some answers at some point tonight. It seemed the spice shop was even closer than he realized, or maybe it was the zoning out and trying to pass the time faster with no noise. But he shook hands with Monroe, and unlocked the car to let him out.

“Stay safe, Si. Okay?” The blutbad tried to comfort the tödlicheslied in the backseat. She smiled genuinely at her friend and nodded.

“I will try. Come out to the show soon with Rosalee please? I’ll get you guys in for free. We can go have dinner.” Her offer made the man smile.

“You got a deal. See ya kids.” And then there were two. Wesen and Grimm just driving down to the police station. Nothing weird about this on a Friday evening. No one made a move to speak, leaving the care in the same eerie silence from before.

“Can I ask about the picture and locket?” Nick broke it. Her startled expression almost made the detective retract his statement, but she relaxed soon after.

“What do you want to know about it?” Her gaze turned out the window, like she could not look at the Grimm while discussing this.

“Who’s the man that is in them?” He was curious about the answer she was going to give him.

“He’s dead.” The red light ahead had excellent timing, allowing for Nick to turn his head around in shock to stare directly at her face. She tried to reign in her emotions, but Nick could see tears threatening to fall. He handed her a set of tissues that were still in the car, and turned back to the now green light.

“How?” His choked whisper came. There was a deep sigh that was released from the backseat.

“For me to tell you this, there’s a lot you need to know first.” A beat of silence.

“Tödlicheslieden don’t come on to the surface ever. Well, almost never. The last time someone lived to tell about us was Christopher Columbus. Although we were swimming with the manatees so who knows what those stories were inspired by.’

‘Our family never allowed the children near the surface alone. They would only take us near there when we needed to eat. Unfortunately, that part of siren lore is true. However, one day I was near the surface and was caught in a rip current. It pulled me so far away, I didn’t know where I was going or even what direction I came from. When I came to, I was washed up on shore along the Willamette trying desperately to breathe.” A small smile appeared on her face as the story continued.

“There was a young man along the shore who found me. He helped me through the change to a human like state. I was so scared,” she chuckled, “but, he just draped his coat over me, and spoke soft and slowly.” Her hands now fiddled with the necklaces.

“Come to find out he was a zauberbiest. Imagine my shock. But he proved to care about me and my well being so I trusted him. He used to take me out, every night, to the river to see if my family was close. After a full lunar cycle though, we stuck to once a month. On the full moon, when the tide is highest and light is brightest. He did everything he could to make sure that I was taken care of. Gave me clothing, showed me a human store to shop in, what tonics to take and when. He was the first person to find out about my tears.” Nick stayed silent throughout the entire story.

“After twelve lunar cycles, I begun to accept my surface life and the possibility that I would never see my family again. And we fell in love. That was a big no-no, even back then. But we didn’t care. It was us against the world it seemed. He made us these necklaces so we would never be apart.” The locket open underneath her delicate touch, and she was lost in a trance.

“But, nothing lasts forever. My family did eventually find me, and they tried to convince me to come back to our pod. But I couldn’t leave my lover behind. When I asked for time on my decision, they came after us as we sat near the water. They dragged me underneath, and made me,” her voice choked, “they made me listen.”

“Listen to what, Sirena?” Nick questioned with profound empathy for the woman who could not have been much older than him.

“Please, Sirena is a stage name. It’s easier to hide in plain sight when no one knows your true name.” She chuckled out, trying desperately to not cry.

“They made me listen as they beat him to death.” Her statement jarred Nick a bit in his seat. They were not too much further from the precinct, but he hoped the story would have something for him to work with.

“I had to listen to his grunts, groans, and cries. It was too silent after. They brought me this as proof,” her hand held up the gold chain with a matching locket on it, “I knew he would have never let them take it off of him had he been alive. It was another twenty-four lunar cycles before I managed to get away for good. I came back to the Willamette, back to Portland. I tried so hard to find an obituary or anything that would tell me where he was buried or something, but I have yet to find anything in almost twenty years.” Nick parked his truck, and jump out to help the lady out of the car. With her hand in his, he stayed at the vehicle for a moment more.

“What was his name?” She was confused, but her eyes appeared haunted. “What’s his name? If I have a name, I can look him up in our database and give you a definitive answer.”

There was a deep sigh, allowing for a lengthy pause. A Grimm and a wesen stood out in the cold Portland air. Her head moved side to side in a negative motion, and her eyes suddenly found the ground much more interesting to look at than the man in front of her. She was trying to reign in her emotions and keep from crying out in the freezing air. After whaat seemed to be an eternity, her misty eyes went to Nick’s as she had her internal struggle.

“His name was Sean. Sean Renard.”

#rebelliousstories #writing #grimm #Grimm imagine #nick burkhardt imagine #nick burkhardt #nick burkhardt x reader #monroe grimm #Monroe x reader #Sean Renard x reader #Sean Renard #Sean Renard imagine

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sdmnpact · 4 months ago

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˗ˏˋHow Harry met Y/N ˎˊ˗

Part 1

Saturday ~

He pulled back and looked at me. He didn't say anything but just sat back down. I stood their in shock. I have no clue why I didn't immediately pull back. Was it because I haven't had a boyfriend in ages? Maybe I just feel lonely, so lonely that I could confidently just kiss a stranger-

"Hmph" I look towards him and he's slumped over, passed out. We'll I don't know what to do with him. No one is coming in, I'm just gonna go look for literally anyone. I leave the kitchen and see Jules grinding on Tom and Max flirting with some girl. Who the fuck is George Clarkey? Why is no one going to the kitchen? I went back to the kitchen and saw the guy on the floor now. Oh my gosh I hate this. I poked him and he just made a noise. I just sat there on the ground next to him hoping someone would come in.

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"Y/n?" I woke up to someone calling my name. I looked up and it was Jules. "Oh hey, what time is it?" I asked trying to get up but not being able to. I looked down and saw a man on my lap.

"Who is that!?" She said in a sort of happy tone. I tried to get him off but he was too heavy. "Honestly, I have no clue but can you help me get him off me" she pulled on him and I pushed, finally getting up. I'm so sore I was propped up against a cabinet so my neck and back hurts.

"So what are you gonna do with him?" She asked me. "Me? I don't even know this guy! Where's everyone, where's Tom?" I asked. "Tom passed out on my bed and everyone left."

"Well where are his friends?"

"I don't know." I sighed and looked at him. I poked him again and this time he woke up.

"What's going on?" He asked, stretching.

"You are at a party and have passed out, everyone is gone, go home!" Jules said.

"Maybe we should just let him sleep here tonight on the couch." I said checking my phone. It's 3 am! "Actually I'm gonna sleep here too." I said grabbing my purse.

She nodded and left to get some blankets and spare clothes. I looked at the guy and he just stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, just- what's your name?"

"Y/n. What's yours?"

"Harry."

"Okay, we'll you can sleep on the floor in the living room and I'll sleep on the couch."

I told him as we made our way to the living room. He nodded and sat on the floor as Jules came back with blankets and pillows. She handed me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I went to the bathroom to change. When I came out Harry on the ground wrapped up like a baby. It was kinda cute honestly. Anyways I made my way to the couch, and Jules told us goodnight as she headed off to her room. Although we kissed, he acted like nothing had happened. He didn't make it awkward or mention anything about it. Maybe he doesn't remember, and it was a drunken mistake.

"So" He said sitting up. I looked towards him rubbing my eyes since I was struggling to stay awake at this point.

"Do you wanna hang out some time?"

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A/n

did not think people were actually gonna read these. I haven't written fanfics in 5 years and felt like writing some Harry fics and blurbs. I hope you enjoy them!!

#harry lewis fic #wroetoshaw #harry lewis #wroetoshaw x reader #fanfic #sidemen

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lovelykil · 2 years ago

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「 All Nighter 」

main 4 x reader older ver.

cw; silly 😭😭

note; someone requested this and I am here to deliver, also this is what I would see with the main 4 lacking slumber from an all nighter... chaotic

Your eyes hung low, blinking slowly.

Kyle's eyes twitched, his hair in a mess looking like he was going insane.

Cartman fell onto Kyle's shoulder closing his eyes to rest but then opening them back up and shook his head awake.

Stan was spiraled out on the ground, his eyes looking up at the white ceiling in thought soon letting his eyelids close on their own while Kenny read through a playboy magazine, laying down with one leg over his knee 'oohing' every once in a while with a flip of a page.

It was around 3 and it looked like 2 or maybe 3 people were going to throw in the towel.

"Cartman stop laying on me."

"I'm not even laying on y‐"

"Yes you are quit it and go sit somewhere else!" Kyle poked Eric's shirt with a harsh tone. Fighting the urge to get some sleep in was making him crankier than ever.

You rubbed your face chuckling a bit, "Yall all are like an old couple fighting all the time." You snickered, sitting up on your bed. The two looked at you almost like you were insane.

Kyle just rolled his eyes as Cartman folded his arms.

"He started it."

"No fuck you, you did."

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Nuh u-"

The ginger groaned out loud having enough, he pushed Eric away from him causing him to tumble off the small bed.

He crashed to the ground with a thud that was so loud it immediately made Stan wake up from the noise and the floor shifting some bit.

"YOU started IT FATASS"

"AYE! WHAT THE HELL KAHL?"

"What the HELL WAS THAT?"

"BAHAHAAH" the sound of cartman hitting the floor so rough made you burst out laughing to the point where you couldn't breath, curling up into a ball as your stomach ached.

Lord the lack of sleep was really getting to you lmafo (me)

"I- CANT.. BREAATHHH-"

"WHYD YOU PUSH ME ASSHOLE?" Cartman picked himself up, standing infront of Kyle. Kyle explained himself yelling at the fatass which made Eric yell back pointing his finger in his face. They both went back and forth, using the last of of their energy to bitch at each other.

You rolled around in your bed holding onto your stomach for dear life hollering for help.

Stan rubbed his eyes, groaning from all the rucks, he gave up on the all nighter challenge and just deciding to crash but now he wanted to leave your house and sleep on the street than deal with this shit.

With tears in your eyes you pleaded to Stan for help, Kenny was quite literally in his own world at this point being so unbothered by what was happening behind him.

"Oh my god.. Y/n stop laughing please."

"I AMM-... FUCKING.. TRY- INGGG HELP MEEE PLEASE." Stan watched as you held out your hand for him to grab. He looked at your hand then at you.

Blinking slowly, his movements slow and tired.

"No."

"WHAT"

"goodnight, I'm sleeping in your bathroom. Kenny wanna come?" Stan walked passed Kenny, his hand motioning him to follow along. Kenny shrugged, getting up to follow the emo with the magazine in his hands.

"I call tub!"

"What? no I want the tub."

"I called dibs on it first though." Kenny ran passed Stan to reach the bathroom first. Stan ran after him after standing still from shock.

"KENNY I SWEAR"

"You even got YOUR DROOL ALL OVER ME STUPID!"

"You are such a LIAR, FUCK YOU"

"NOOO, FUCK YOUU"

Eric and Kyle began to swing hands on each other now, the both of them standing up then falling onto the floor together.

You gripped your stomach, dying on your bed with tears trickling down your nose and onto the sheets.

"LORDD I'm gonna die here on this BEDDD"

Lesson learned you should NEVER have another all nigher sleepover with these 4 IDIOTS

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#one time i laughed so hard i saw the light i am jot even joking #i was dying 😭😭😭#south park #south park x reader

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skymoral · 1 year ago

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GAME NIGHT 2 - U N O

🩵 Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader W/ MK1 Friends 🩵

Summary: You already knew how this would turn out, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Tags: Competition, competitive, aggressive, stacking is fucking evil, arguments, family time, game night, you like to win, war

A/N: It may have a good end or it may not lol

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Today was another family game night you planned again. After begging your husband, and you promised you’d be present at this one

Because the last one went a bit astray when you were absent for a short moment.

You were all in the palace hall, sitting at the round table. It was You, Bi-Han, Tomas, Kuai, Kitana, Johnny(in place of Liu Kang who was busy), Kung Lao, Harumi, Rhonda(Your girlfriend), and Kenshin.

“I’m glad you guys came, especially my ladies.” You said cheerfully as you shuffled the cards.

Your two daughters were sitting in Bi-Han’s lap giving him long French braids. Johnny looked in amusement.

“So are you gonna get mani pedis next?” Bi-Han glared at him, the only reason he didn’t react or say anything. Because of his girls, as he held them.

“Johnny refrain yourself from provoking my husband. I said you could only come in Liu Kang’s place if you promise to do the fucking least.”

“Of course, anything for you doll.” You rolled your eyes passing out the cards. You saw Bi-Han about to say something but you interrupted him.

“I love your hair grandmaster, it suits you.” You smirked at him. He just looked away.

“Thank you for extending your invitation Grandmistress Y/N. I’m deeply honored.” Kitana thanked you.

“Of course! And I didn’t want to be the only lady, so I’m glad my girlfriends joined my family events every now and again!” You sat down next to Bi-Han.

“Friend I’m always down for a little fun, especially when there is a little cutie present.” Rhonda lend over to Tomas blowing him a kiss. He looked at your friend nervously.

“Up you go girls, adult night.” You grabbed them, they whined before kissing there parents goodnight and leaving.

“So everyone remembers the rules from earlier!” You clapped your hands together looking around, everyone nodded.

“Perfect! We will start with Harumi, then proceeds going to the right.”

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Whose next to Who

Harumi - Kitana- Tomas - Rhonda - Kung Lao - Johnny - You - Bi Han - Kenshi - Kuai Liang and then back to Harumi(who is on her left)

Everyone looked at their hands, you smirked but hid behind your cards.

“I’ll put down a blue six.” Harumi put her card down.

Kitana put down a blue one, “UNO!” She yelled excitedly.

“Ooh girl no, you only say uno when you’re on your last card. Because if you don’t you’ll have to draw one.” You laughed.

Kitana deflated with ‘oh’ as the game continued, and it was nice and quiet.

A/N: This is where it becomes toxic lol

“I’ll be back, I’m just grabbing my blanket real quick.” You got up and ran to you and your husband’s room.

Kung Lao put down a draw 4, “draw 4 little cage, and the color is green.”

“Ha! Yeah not happening. Colors red.” Johnny put down a draw four.

“Who the hell told you niggas we we’re playing stacks?” Rhonda looked at the cards.

“Stacks?” Kenshi questioned.

You came back wrapped in a big blue warm fuzzy blanket your husband gave you on your birthday. You grabbed your cards and looked at the cards.

“I AM NOT DRAWING EIGHT FUCKING CARDS! Y’all are fuckin trippin!”

“Sis were we playing regular or stacks?”

“What are stacks, if you don’t mind me asking?” Kenshi asked.

“Stacks is where if someone put down a draw card and you have a similar one. You stack yours on top, along with the next person. Until someone doesn’t have it, they will have to draw the amount of cards that we stacked.”

“Sounds interesting! Let’s try it!” Kitana chimed.

“Are you guys sure?”

“Yeah it could be fun, and it’ll be faster to.” Tomas added.

“I agree with my man Tomas, let’s play stacks.” Rhonda lend closer, shoulders touching batting her eyelashes. Tomas tensed, face turning red

“Rhonda behave! Sooo alright… fine… stacks it is… Baby I’m sorry in advance.” You looked at Bi-Han patting his biceps.

You put down a draw four, Bi-Han looked and only smirked. He put one down, then Kenshi, Kuai, Harumi, Kitana, Tomas, Rhonda, and now it’s back to Kung Lao.

“Are you KIDDING ME! I am not pulling 40 DAMN CARDS!”

“Those are the rules broham.” You smiled.

“Screw these rules, you did this on purpose. With your shuffling!” Kung Lao looked at you.

“ME! I asked everyone are you sure you want to do stacks, AND YOU ALL AGREED! Isn’t that right babe!?” You looked at Bi-Han

“Yes.”

“Asian Jack Frost would agree with you on anything.”

“I’m warning you cage! You talk as if you know every little thing, but the only thing you know HOW to do is fail in life and PISS ME OFF!”

“You wanna go French braids!?” Johnny grinned at him angrily.

“This is why yo ass should’ve left it at regular Johnny boy.” Rhonda chimed watching the four of you all argue.

“Listen happy meal, no one asked for an extra two cents. So stay out of it.”

“What you call me NEGRO!?”

“You shouldn’t speak to a lady like that Johnny.” Tomas interjected.

“That’s right tell him babe.” Rhonda smiled.

“You know how about we just take our cards back and do normal?” Harumi tried to ease the flame.

“I don’t think that’s how this work dearest” Kuai told her.

“Yeah, Kung Lao you’re being dramatic.” Kenshi told him.

“Exactly! Just grab the damn cards, after that no more stacking. Alright, JOHNNY?”

“I think that’ll be a good idea.” Kitana added

Everyone nodded, as well as Johnny. Everyone sitting back down, Kung Lao being reluctant.

“Hurry UP!” Bi-Han barked, still a bit fiery because of Johnny.

“Relax beloved.” You tried to soothe him, rubbing his arms up and down.

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Kung Lao put down a draw four, you drew four. Despite your slight grumble, but at least you weren’t Kung Lao.

Going down turns, it reached Kitana. Who put down there card, she noticed she only had one. “OH UNO UNO UNO!” Kitana jumped from excitement. You chuckled.

“Okay girl we gotchu.” Rhonda said smiling.

Tomas took his turn, then Rhonda. Now on Johnny who put down a skip card.

“Really Johnny!?”

“Yep.” Johnny smirked, looking at his cards

You drew a card, then Bi-Han pulled a blue card with arrows. “What does this card do again my love?”

“OOH! That’s a reverse card, so when you use that card it’ll skip Kenshi’s turn and reverse back to me.” You smiled at him sweetly.

He put down the card and, you cackled wickedly loud. Dropping a skip card, then Johnny and Rhonda started dying laughing.

“That’s it I’M OUT!” He dropped his cards, showing what he had remaining was numbers. Which made you laugh harder holding on to your husband so you wouldn’t fall out the chair.

It continued, till Kitana said uno and out. Which officially ended the game.

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The ladies thank you for inviting them, Kitana clearly enjoyed herself and wanted to do it again at your next one, as well as Harumi as she loved seeing you and the family.

Your girlfriend Rhonda kidnap Tomas to supposedly speak to him privately. After everyone left and you cleaned up.

You were relaxing in a nice hot bath curly hair in a bun with your husband. Your back leaning against his chest, he gave you a soft kiss against your neck.

His nose rubbing against it as he inhaled your scent, “Did you enjoy yourself my darling?”

“I did! I like these kinds of things, and having chaotic fun with everyone.” You turned around wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you for indulging in my gaming events, and taking the time out of your busy schedule to spend this day with me. My darling grandmaster.” You smiled.

“Anything for you my beloved grandmistress.”

You both shared a lovely and passionate kiss. Bi-Han deepening the kiss. As his grip around your waist tightens.

Then one of the kids knocked on the door, interrupting whatever ya’ll was doing could lead to.

You slowly broke the kiss, “Guess that’s our cue to get out.”

“Well I guess we can finish in the room. When they go back to sleep.

You definitely like that idea, and soon enough when the kids were back to sleep. Bi-Han stood on his word and continued where y’all left off in the bathroom.

A/N: I had fun writing Rhonda and Kitana!💅🏾

#mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #fem reader #reader insert #bi han mortal kombat #fanfic #bi han mk #black reader #bi han x reader #bi han fanfic #family fanfic #black fanfic writer #black family #toxic game nights #uno #mk1 kitana #mk1 harumi #earthrealm #outworld

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olivia091108 · 1 year ago

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Human popsicle

Summary:y/n is apart of wildboyz and thsi epsode they’re shooting in Antarctica

Word count:1245

Pairing:steve o x reader

The travel was worth it once we got off the boat I looked around and I saw white mountains it looked like a winter wonderland it was gorgeous. While we’re here we’re renting a small house 10 minutes from the town.

We all go and find our rooms I chose one with a huge window obviously and started unpacking when I first packed I thought that these clothes would keep me warm but I might need to go into town and get some warmer clothes.

After unpacking me and Chris go into town to get some things. I go to a shop and get this really cute outfit of white earmuffs and a white puffer jacket with matching snow boots and a couple more clothes while Chris got some food for us.

We all had some food before sitting around and getting told the plan for tomorrow. We aren’t filming tomorrow so we are going to ski and probably just chill before we have to do the crazy stunts the following day.

I was getting pretty tired so I said goodnight to everyone and went up to my room and tried to get a good night sleep.

TIME SKIP

Yesterday I was boiling i layered my clothes so I was wearing a vest a top a hoodie and the jacket and even after taking off my jacket and top I was still hot so today I just decided to wear just my bra and knickers underneath.

We are going to the beach wich I didn’t even know they had here and we were messing about and then we saw some penguins that were so cute but I did get a bit scared when they got too close. Steve o got bit on the thigh by one of them for a stunt wich looked like it hurt and it was probably worse because of the cold.

We were on the boat and It was my turn for my stunt where I jump into the water and swim for as long as I can.they checked the water and it was 4 degrees. Normally Chris would be wearing his life guard bikini but it’s too cold he said so I guess if I drown then I won’t be saved by him.

I got my scuba goggles on and took off my clothes so I was wearing just my underwear and I immediately wanted to run and sit by a fire but I had to do this first. I put on some flippers and went to the edge of the boat and the safety manager started to explain what could go wrong and what I would do.

I tried to listen and I know I should of but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Steve o he was wrapped up in his coat and had a cigarette hanging from his lips and every now and then he would bring his shakey hands up to it and take it out.

“Y/n we need to get the cameras right and Steve o fix her Camera while we get ready.”Jeff said passing him the small Camrea to clip on to my bra.

“God y/n I don’t know how your not an icicle already I’m cold just looking at you”

“Oh believe me I am but I’m gonna just get in and just try and get it over with.” Steve o clips on the Camera easily even with his shakey hands. He then started to run his hands up and down my arms in a sweet attempt to warm me up.

“Ok ready y/n?”jeff asked “mhm” “ok go on” I slapped myslef round the face to amo myslef up before turning to the Camera

“I’m y/n and this is human popsicle” I pull the goggles over my face and fall backwards off the boat and at first you didn’t really feel the cold until it felt like little needles going into me and before I could even register anymore cold something out the corner of my eyes swam past.

I thought I was done for and a whale was going to swallow me whole but when I turn around I see a seal and it swam towards me and circled my left leg I would have lived to stay down there forever but I needed some air.

I break the surface and lift my goggles up So I can see properly and Jeff and everyone is peering over the side of the boat.

“You alright y/n”jeff asks looking worried

“I’m doing great I even made a friend down there” as if on cue the seal swam up and rested itself on my chest and having a break from swimming

“Your like a seal whisperer” Chris says excitedly

“I want to keep it” I stroke its wet fur and keel myself up before the cold hits me like a moving truck. I start swimming over to the ladder and the seal slowly gets off my chest and floats on the salty water.

As soon as I’m standing on the boat Steve o rushes over with a thick towel and wraps it round me and pulls me into his side. And one of the cameras come right up in my face

“How was the swim?”

“Cold”I manage to say with my chattering lips. We start driving the boat back and I stay close to Steve o and use him to get warm and Chris on the other side of him. Just as we’re getting closer to shore I slip on my jacket and trousers which help to cover me up.

“Omg look at my hair.” I shout out as I walk back over to Chris and Steve o.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Its fucking frozen”I flip my head around and my hair stays stuck in the same position like Lego.

Chris leave over and scratches it and it sounds like a weird asmr thing and after a while he starts trying to make music using my hair as a drum. As soon as we get into the house I run to the shower and have a boiling shower and hope that my hair won’t fall out.

I don’t know how long I was in there but I heard banging on the door but their voice was all muffled. I turn off the shower wrap myself with the towel and unlock the door and the first thing I see is Steve o staring down at me.

“I get you swam in like freezing water but I had to wait in the freezing cold and your gonna waste all the hot water y/n”he whines and he’s still wearing his coat but I still feel really cold.

“Then join me” his face drops and he then starts to laugh “wait your not serious are you?”

“Im dead serious Steve you coming or what?”i walk back into the shower dropping my towel and climbing in to engulf myself in the warm water.

Steve o then slides the shower curtain open before staring down at my body then back to my face and steps in behind me. I turn to face him and god he looks hot for someone who is complaining about how cold they are

“Did you lock the door?”

Sorry I didn’t post for a few days I’ve been really busy and also I’m running out of ideas I’m always here for a request

-live

#liv’s writing #jackass x reader #steve o #steve o x reader #wildboyz

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reysdriver · 2 years ago

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New Horizons | Keys

Keys falls in love... with the new Animal Crossing game — keys x gn!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.7k

a/n: am I really writing more keys fanfic after my last one flopped even harder than i ever imagined?? yes.

Keys had been waiting so long for the new game to come out. You had already heard him express his excitement a thousand times and it just made you happy to see him so happy.

"The original and Wild World were my childhood, you know? I used to get on those games as soon as I got home from school and I wouldn't put them down until my parents made me go to sleep!" He would tell you several times in the lead-up to the new release. "I didn't play New Leaf as much though. But one of my college dorm mates did have it so I played it sometimes to de-stress."

He had ordered it in advance, so all he needed to do on the release date was go to the local games store and pick it up. When he came home a few minutes later than usual from work last night, you remembered why when you saw the plastic bag in his hands.

"I got it, babe!" He said with an ear-to-ear smile.

His face was so happy that you just felt his excitement pass on to you. You suggested ordering a 'New Horizons release day dinner' as if that was a thing anyone was doing, and you called in a delivery order from your favourite Thai restaurant just a few blocks down.

He started loading the game onto the switch connected to your tv after you placed the order and you made him promise to take a break when dinner gets here. You knew better than anyone that Keys will get into something, then put every single drop of his focus into it, blocking out everything else—besides you, of course; he could never ignore you.

Once the game was loaded and ready to play, Keys started designing his character in the game. He tried getting all the colours right to make sure it looked perfect to start with, even though you reminded him he could probably change it later.

“See? And you can make a little version of you after and our avatars can be just a little version of us!”

After he finished making his character, you decided to take a break and go have a shower since you figured it would be worldbuilding and exposition for a little bit, and you knew your boyfriend would just explain all of that to you later anyways.

After you came out in a pair of striped pyjamas that you put on to avoid getting dressed in real clothes again, you saw that Keys had brought in the takeout, eaten his portion, and was already running around the island doing random tasks to pay off Tom Nook’s surprise loan.

Throughout the evening, Keys gave you turns using his character to fish and catch bugs and help him start off the game. It was fun and you loved having him teach you all about everything related to Animal Crossing, but you got tired after a while.

You kissed his neck and mumbled a goodnight to him. “I’m gonna head to bed, and I’m hoping you join me so don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“Okay, babe. I’ll shut it off soon.”

He did not shut the game off anytime soon. You knew this because you woke up to something he was angrily muttering to himself in the middle of the night. All you could hear of it was something about a ‘goddamn sea bass’. You trudged out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

“I thought you said you’d be done soon.” You said, sitting down next to him on the couch.

“I can leave now. What time is it?” He stood still in the game until the clock showed up in the corner of the screen. “Oh my god, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise how late it was. I just got distracted trying to start the perfect island life for us.” He pressed a button on the controller in his left hand to save the game and he turned off the screen.

You smiled at him, then took his hand so you could both go to bed together. “You can see a perfect apartment life with me if you don't stay up all night playing video games.”

#walter keys mckey #keys free guy #keys mckey #keys x reader #keys x y/n #keys x you #free guy keys #keys fluff #free guy #free guy fanfiction #free guy fluff #joe keery #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery fluff

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iamskadhi · 10 months ago

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Story of a villain - Epilogue

Goodnight, Dabi stans.

I hope you're all fine because I'm fucking not since yesterday when I found MHA leaks about the finale of the hellish Todorokis. I'm not gonna rant about that (but Horikoshi, when I catch you Horikoshi) but I decided to post the epilogue since I wasn't that wrong about Dabi's ending... and yeah, it destroyed me, it's my fault for getting attached to psychotic characters but what's life without a little drama, am I right? Mmm... I don't have much to say, I had an extended version of the epilogue but I made up my mind, I think epilogues should be shorter than a normal chapter and go straight to the point (which is ending this fucking series) but I had this opened finale and I wanted to keep it that way because, well, I guess I'm a big masochist.

This has around +900 words, and I hope you like it.

Final part

“I can fix him.”

“Hana” I whispered.

“I’m serious, I can, just give me enough time and food and you’ll see, I can… at least like… before this… you know what I mean?”

I shook my head and she sighed. Three years passed since the great war ended in Japan, by now I had around 90% of my memories back, the other 10% was filled with things I wasn’t sure if they were real or just dreams that I had of him. I divorced Geten, and I gave my baby his father’s last name by reaching out the Todorokis. I didn’t want to be a part of their family though; I was just trying to hold onto the last glimpse of his existence in my life.

I touched the glass in front of me as if it was his face, he was dying after good three years tied to a bed, connected to bunch of machines to keep him alive; he was about to die, and I didn’t want to see him like this, but I had to say goodbye.

I didn’t bring our son Touya because I didn’t want him to meet him like this, but I asked Hana to come for emotional support. I took a deep breath and the machine started beeping a little faster.

“What’s that?” I asked terrified.

“It’s his heart rate, I think he’s waking up” Hana said and put her hand on my back.

My heart raced like crazy as he opened his eyes and stared back at us.

“I’ll give you a minute of privacy” Hana murmured and tried to walk away; she only gave two steps when he spoke to her:

“Hana, thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me, asshole?” she turned around with tears rolling down her face like a cascade. “I didn’t do anything for you, you kept yourself alive without my help, you tough shit.”

“You found her” he said, “thank you.”

She cleaned her face with the back of her hands.

“I told you I’d find her, didn’t I? If you would’ve stayed and helped me none of this would’ve happened, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Hana, how dare…?” I was going to reprimand her, but I saw in her eyes that she wasn’t serious. I sighed.

Hana sobbed a little too hard and continued to claim insane shit she’d never say if she wasn’t so hurt:

“Say goodbye and wait for us in the other side, alright? Don’t you dare reborn without us, you little bitch. I’ll be your sister next time, I’ll take better care of you two, I swear.”

“You talk too much” he said and tried to laugh.

“I’ll leave you alone already. We’ll meet again, Touya.”

I looked back at him and put my hands on the glass, I saw past his injuries and the devices; he was still the love of my life.

“I want to touch you” I told him, and his heart rate increased.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know what to say” I admitted.

“Don’t say anything” he said, “just let me see you, your hair’s long now, did you erase your scars?”

I rolled my sleeves up to let him see my clear skin, Hana fixed most of it.

“You’re gorgeous” he whispered, but I heard him.

“I love you, Todoroki Touya.”

“I love you”

Despite the med’s forecast, he seemed fine for now, we had enough time to talk about us, about Touya, and even about his family. He wouldn’t die today, or at least not in front of me. At the end of the day, he told me to never come back, therefore I didn’t and just waited.

I waited for a call, a message or even a letter letting me know that it was over and that he passed away. I lost my appetite and track of time, lacked focus and desire to live, Hana said it was normal since meeting him again brought back some PTSD effects.

“I just want to be okay again” I told myself one night before falling asleep only to wake up in the middle of a deep sleep by my phone’s ringtone and Hana’s rushed steps, she opened the door dramatically as I put the phone on my ear and heard my heart shattering into a million pieces.

Hana sat by my side and hugged me gently.

“He… he said… I’m the love of his life” I bawled, “about a million times. What about my life? Hana, what’s going to happen with my life now?” I wanted to know but she didn’t have an answer, instead she held me tighter and patted my head.

The funeral was the easier part, coming back home with a vessel filled with his ashes felt like carrying the weight of the world. Our Touya was just a baby and didn’t measure reality the way I did, so every time he’d say: “good morning dad”, “good night, dad” or “I’m home, dad” to that vessel, my heart ache a little.

One day, when I arrived after work, Touya was playing in the living room and sneezed so hard he jumped, leaving a trace of blue flames behind and scared the hell out of me.

“Touya?!” I yelled.

“Mom?!” he echoed, he was nowhere to be found, I checked every room. “Mom, I don’t see you.”

Then he screamed terrified, and I felt shivers down my spine, freaked me out.

“Touya, what happened?! What did you see?!”

“Holy shit” that wasn’t my son’s voice, that was a mature and raspy male voice, I ran back to the living room and saw him through some kind of portal. He was holding my son and stared back at me.

He didn’t have any burn marks, but he had some piercings and the same white hair and blue eyes as my son.

“What the fuck?!”

#dabi #my hero academia #touya todoroki #bnha #boku no hero academia #todoroki toya #fanfiction #story of a villain mha fanfic #toya todoroki

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bibiwrld · 2 years ago

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The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previously: –six.

–seven.

MIGUEL’S POV

The dishes took no time to finish. We both awkwardly walked up the stairs, getting ready to part ways.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” She announced.

“I am too.” I replied, fingers running through my hair. “Do you need anything to wear?”

“Maybe just a shirt, I didn’t walk with pajamas.” She pouted, displaying more of her pink plump lips.

I kept my gaze fixed on her. “I can spare you a shirt, I’ll give it to you after my shower.”

“Thank you, Miguel.” She turned on her heels and went down the hall.

I retreated to my room and headed straight for the shower.

I kept my eyes closed, massaging my scalp and raking fingers through my hair. I wondered if she was done showering now and she’s waiting for me, in her towel— sitting on the bed patiently, just for me.

Fuck. I was hard now.

I washed out the shampoo in frustration and turned on the cold water.

I sighed to myself, I’m so damn pathetic.

After my shower, I walked over to the guest room in a t-shirt and loose fitting shorts, while drying my hair with a small towel and the shirt for Kenedi over my shoulder.

I exhaled, then knocked on the door.

“Kenedi, it’s me.”

“C-come in!”

I opened the door and she was just getting up. She was waiting for me just how I imagined. Towel wrapped tightly around her slim body, that innocent and nervous look on her face, while still trying to cover herself.

I was staring too long, like a creep. I put my small towel over my face and held out the shirt for her. “U-uh, the shirt for you. It’s one of mine so it’s gonna be big.”

Her voice trembled. “Thank you.” The shirt left my grasp and I heard some shuffling.

Is she changing in front of me??!!!

I should go.

“I’m..I’m gonna go now, goodnight.” I turned around with the towel still on my face, hoping I didn’t bump into anything.

“Miguel.”

I stopped in my tracks.

I heard her giggle. “You can turn around and take the towel off your head.”

I pulled off the towel and turned around. She stood innocently in front of me with my shirt on, just a little pass her thighs.

“Did I make you uncomfortable when I changed into the shirt?” She frowned.

“N-no, I just wasn’t expecting that.” My eyes continued to linger along her perfect doll-like body.

The sleeve hanging off her shoulder, showcasing her silky smooth skin. Her nipples poked through the shirt— oh my God.

I cleared my throat. “It looks nice on you.”

I am so fucking awkward.

Her brows creased and she laughed. “Thank you and sorry for that, I promise I didn’t strip naked, I put the shirt on over the towel and pulled the towel off from underneath.”

I nodded my head, understanding what she meant. “Oh, I understand.”

“Yeah, I won’t do that again, I promise.” She rubbed her arm with an ashamed look on her face.

Don’t make that face. “It’s okay, really. Did you need anything else?”

She suddenly got shy. What was on her mind?

“The shower woke me up and I don’t think I’ll fall asleep anytime soon—” She played with a single braid. “And I wanted to know if we could watch a movie?”

My face brightened up. “Of course, I’m pretty wide awake too. We can watch it in my room, if that’s okay with you?”

She nodded with that pretty smile of hers.

We headed over to my room and I suddenly grew nervous.

“You can go on the bed, it’s fine.” I assured her, seeing as she was looking all over the room for somewhere to sit.

“O-okay.” She crawled on the bed, giving me a view of her ass.

I inhaled sharply and looked away.

Breathe Miguel.

I walked over to my bed and sat beside her. She was pretty close, I could smell the body wash she used.

Coconut.

“What movie do you want to watch?” I picked up the remote.

“I want to make you choose.” She switched positions on the bed, her head now beside my legs and she flopped on her back so I could look at her, giving me a smile.

“I’m not much of a movie person, I mostly read books.” I probably sounded like a fucking nerd, an old fucking nerd.

“That’s cute.” Her smile got wider. “So you’ve never seen The Virgin Suicides? You’ve never seen Girl, Interrupted?” She sat up, tilting her head to the side. “You’ve never seen Clueless?”

I gave an awkward chuckle. “No, you seem like you know more movies than I do.”

“I really love movies, I recently saw Barbie.” She smiled, playing with her hair.

I smiled back. “You can choose a movie, next time, I’ll choose one.” I handed her the remote.

She smiled wider and turned to the TV. “We’re gonna watch, Bones and All.”

🎀

Next part: –eight.

#my works💌🌷#miguel o'hara #astv miguel #spider verse #dilf miguel #soft miguel o’hara #dad miguel o'hara #original character #blackfem

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llliiinnnaaa · 1 year ago

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Reprisal | Chapter Three

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

She’s home by nine o’clock, quietly tip-toeing in after realizing her husband had already gone to bed.

Approaching the dinner table, she lifts the silver lid of the plate cover, seeing steak, some asparagus and a baked potato before quietly replacing it…

It’s when the lamp in the formal living room snaps on, capturing her attention as it illuminates the face of her father that she nearly jumps out of her own skin — her mind already riddled with enough guilt tonight.

“Ah!” A sharp but short scream leaves her throat.

Her hand rests over her pounding heart, taking in deep breaths as he offers a warm smile. “I forgot that you and mom were coming to stay for a little while.” She admits before it hits her fully.

Oh, shit.

The house isn’t ready, the groceries, her mental capacity to handle her parents…

“We just got in about an hour ago — Dyess fed us, don’t you worry.” He keeps the smile on his face despite his daughter’s appearance.

Exhausted and clearly scatter-brained.

The same as she was when he and her mother visited for the night a little over a month ago.

She had crept in well into the middle of the night, heels in hand, skirt on backwards, makeup smeared, hair a mess…exhausted.

He had kept his mouth shut, then, and he does so, now.

“I’m gonna go to bed. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.” She informs him quietly, kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight, dear.” He replies sweetly, watching her disappear behind her bedroom door, the both of them huffing out heavy breaths once they're out of sight of each other.

"Everything alright?" Dyess asks, still awake, book in hand as Tawny steps to him, crawling onto the bed and on top of him to lay on his chest. “Did Snow go easy on you?” He adds, not taking his eyes off his book.

She wants to scoff at the question.

Snow never goes easy on her — or anybody for that matter. In any aspect of anything.

“I still have a job. He told me we’d go over it tomorrow.” She mumbles, closing her eyes, deciding to leave off the part where he had her backed against the door, leaving her with no option but to dig her nails into her palms and bite her teeth into her tongue to keep from getting on her knees, falling at his feet.

“What about your aunt?” He asks it cautiously, eyeing her reaction.

“She just sat there and let me ramble on. She didn’t say a word to me until I went to go and she told me we’d discuss it in depth tomorrow.”

“So…meet with Snow tomorrow, and your Aunt?” Dyess asks, terrified at the agenda himself.

But he knows Tawny will face it with a stiff lip.

She’d always been the better of the two of them to pull up her bootstraps and just push through.

“They’re going to rake me over coals, Dy.” She whispers, dreading the lectures.

“They’re like cats that bat around a mouse until it dies but never actually eat it. They’re bored and need someone to pick on. This time it’s you.” He mumbles, sighing out as he turns a page. “It’ll pass once they get bored again and move on to a new victim.”

“I don’t know what to do. It’s easy to fix things when you know what needs to be fixed. All the problems start from nothing, it seems.” She thinks it aloud. “I started doing this because I believe in the Games. I believe they’re good, and justified. Everything I’ve done has been for our girl, but this last year…especially these last months…”

Trailing off, she swallows the lump in her throat.

“You have two of our best Gamemakers on your side. If they weren’t, you’d be gone already. Just take a breath, think of tomorrow as a new day, and let it be for tonight so you can get some rest. Alright?”

She nods, accepting his lips pressing to hers but she recoils when his hand finds the small of her back and tries to drift lower.

“Not tonight, Dy, I’m really stressed.” She sighs out, earning a chuckled out, “That’s what I’m trying to help relieve.”

“I don’t need anything relieved right now with my mother in the next room.” She grasps his face in her hands. “Okay?”

He nods, smiling gently at her.

“Okay.” He nods, to which she kisses him one quick time before heading to the bathroom to shower, and go to bed.

The next morning, Dr. Gaul and Coriolanus stare at the empty syringe that’s perched in a labeled, air tight bag, staring right back at them.

“I want to keep this between us for now, Mr. Snow. I’ve ordered a discreet investigation into her other failed cases.” She says, her voice shaky with anger and irritation.

“…It was in his office?” Snow asks, lowly, studying the evidence before him.

“In the trash. The DNA on the needle matches that of the mutt Tawny was working on just yesterday.”

“Liver failure due to too much iron.” He echoes what Dr. Crane’s students had told him the day before.

“Implemented by her own husband, apparently.” Dr. Gaul mutters. “More than likely not the first of many of her cases he has sabotaged.” She adds.

“Have you devised his punishment?” Snow hisses, anger cradling his words as blue eyes nearly puncture the evidence itself from how hard he’s glaring at it.

Volumnia doesn’t speak a word.

He slowly looks at her, letting out a breath.

“Dr. Gaul.” He says in a grit, his mind running wild with his own vivid reprisal.

At first it’s the basic instinct to punch him until his face caves in, yelling, screaming, cursing…

Then it turns to more appropriate manors of revenge.

Crane didn’t outright slaughter mutts or burn down any plants that his wife had tried her hardest to create and maintain, no.

He was more discreet, more contrived, patient, planned…sneaky.

His mind immediately drifts to Casca Highbottom, what feels like eons ago, knowing he carefully took his last breath by Snow’s will.

No.

A bloody and obvious murder wouldn’t be in the cards for Dyess Crane.

Coriolanus has to play this just as Dyess is.

It wasn’t that he was offended for Tawny, had it occurred to anyone else he’d still be infuriated if it possibly affected the Games in any way.

They had deadlines, statistics, test runs, meetings, a certain amount of hours in the lab that needed to be met weekly, grievous schedules and agendas to make sure all went perfectly and keep everyone on their toes and try to maintain impeccable results.

Scientists and Gamemakers alike were both on the same team. Their goal is to achieve and deliver a more entertaining and interesting Hunger Games than the year before.

And someone on the team is fucking it up for everyone — to what end, exactly?

He envies his wife?

He scorns her for being the same intelligent woman he married?

It almost makes him scoff.

Of course. He’d known this. The evidence had practically been there to anyone to see if they looked a smidgen closer at the Crane’s relationship.

Tawny had confessed it in the aftermath of one of their times together.

Dyess Crane didn’t marry her because he was in love with her or her intelligence.

Coriolanus furrows his brows, rolling his jaw.

“ We got married because I got pregnant ,” She had whispered it to him, her delicate fingers fumbling with the gold wedding band on his left hand.

Snow – in the lusty haze that followed his satisfaction that couldn’t quite be quenched when it came to her – had nearly admitted that his own marriage to Livia was out of convenience.

He enjoyed her compliance, and beauty, and her ability to ask as little questions as possible. She was smart enough to have good conversations with, they shared the same opinions of Panem and how it should be.

They were compatible, so he proposed. They married a year later, and were still happy enough eight years later.

The way Tawny had spoken of her marriage, she’d been trapped for fourteen years.

Fourteen years married to Dyess Crane.

He wrinkles his nose at the thought.

He would’ve already taken a deep dive off of a short roof if he were her.

He never felt trapped with Livia, nor did he ever feel the need to do any extra-marital activities until the last few months of working directly with Tawny.

He feels tempted to inform her that not only did her husband marry her solely because she got pregnant, but he married her with the hopes of her staying at home and raising their child while he got to run with the big dogs.

“I want him dead.” He speaks it clearly, casually.

It’s not him asking permission.

It’s him informing Dr. Gaul that Dyess Crane will die.

“Wait for the investigation to conclude, and then we begin our game.” She says to him dreadfully, the promise of demise in her tone pulls his eyes to hers. “Until then, this debacle stays between us. Not a word of this will be mentioned during your time with her this morning.”

“You want me to lie to her?”

He’d never had to before, and he liked to think she hadn’t lied to him, either.

But omitting the truth…that line was thin, but not too thin for him to walk on.

“She is going to want to retrace her steps, as she always does with her failed cases. She’ll order an autopsy and will receive the results and then eventually will put together that someone sabotaged her. She’ll be so consumed with fury that she’ll act irrationally — unbecoming — of someone in our profession.” Dr. Gaul says it as if knowing full-well how her niece will react.

“I want you to keep her dumb to the idea that the man she loves is trying to make ruin of her career…of her future as a part of my Games.”

I want you to keep her dumb…

Keep her distracted .

His mind roams at the thought.

It sounds like an order, one he silently wonders has creative liberties as he gets a brief picture of a few ways to keep Dyess out of Tawny’s mind completely.

Go about things as usual .

He merely nods, taking in a breath as he steps from her lab.

An hour later, Snow waits impatiently for Dr. Crane, seated at his desk glancing over the past five of her failed cases — excluding the most recent.

He checks his watch, huffing out an irritated breath.

She’s nearly fifteen minutes late.

Down the hall, Tawny and Dyess slowly step toward Coriolanus’ office.

“…I don’t want those people in my apartment, Dy.” She mutters.

“Tawny, be nice, now.”

“They’re district.”

“They’ve wisened up and chose correctly.” He replies, optimistically.

Strabo Plinth — an inherited friend of Dyess whose dead rebel son was in the same class as Dyess’ dead sister who might as well have been killed by a rebel — and his wife had been invited to dinner by Dyess and Tawny’s parents…who also adored the Plinths and the ground they walked on.

“And that’s why their son was hanged for conspiring with rebels out in 12?” She remarks. “Because they’d wisened up?”

He sighs out, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before he stops and pulls her aside.

“I know you’re still angry. I know you’re still resentful, and you have every right to be. But the Plinths have been nothing but good to all of us. They can’t help that they weren’t born Capitol.” He says quietly. “Your parents enjoy their company, I enjoy their company, and they haven’t gotten the opportunity to come to our house in the fourteen years we’ve been married. It’s long overdue.” He adds, raising his brows. “I thought you’d be happy to have more people to celebrate fourteen years together with.”

She exhales, rubbing her full lips together and he awaits her answer.

Ah, yes, ringing in their fourteenth anniversary with the Plinths and her parents.

There’s no other way she’d rather celebrate.

“Okay.” She relents, mumbling it to his amusement.

“Okay?”

Nodding, she offers a little smile as he kisses her chastely, glancing over her shoulder when they pull from one another.

She’s about to turn to go when he stops her, bringing his lips back down to hers.

“Dy, I’m already late.” She giggles but doesn’t push him away or deny him, allowing him one last kiss before they’re both breaking it.

“Good luck.” He says to her with a wide grin that he wears as the blue-eyed blonde approaches them.“Good morning, Mr. Snow.” Dyess states, not looking away from his wife until she turns to see Coriolanus standing a few feet away, platinum curls styled perfectly, reflecting the light above their heads.

“ Dyess .” Snow says cordially, digging his hands into his pockets to keep from balling them up into fists as his gaze shifts to Tawny. “Dr. Crane, you’re late.”

“We’ve had an eventful morning.” Dyess interrupts, Tawny’s face blushing slightly at his hint of utilizing the fact her parents had gotten up early and gone out for breakfast, leaving the two of them at home alone.

“Well, no sense in wasting more of my time.” Snow blatantly blurts, stepping aside and motioning to the door of his office as he glares at Tawny despite maintaining his polite expression.

“I’ll see you later, Sweetie.” Dyess tells her and she nods, walking toward Snow’s office.

They don’t bother further entertaining the silent dick measuring contest that’s happening between them, the two men turning their opposite ways and going on.

“I’m sorry.” She says to Snow when he gets in his office, shutting the door behind him.

“You do realize I have every right to dismiss you and report you for tardiness, right?” He threatens in a sharp hiss.

“I didn’t realize what time it was.” She honestly states.

“You can’t get fucked and read a clock at the same time?” He doesn’t even try to disguise the root of his anger as he walks to his desk.

“Are you angry because I’m late, or because I was getting fucked?” She gives it right back to him, using the same degrading tone, her irritation matching his perfectly.

“I’m angry that I’m trying to help you, and instead of showing up on time, you screw around — quite literally — and take advantage of my grace.” He speaks as if she’s a clueless child.

“If you want to dismiss me and write me up, you can.” She assures him. “I didn’t mean to waste your time. Everyone in Panem knows that your time — above everyone else’s — is so precious after all.”

He grinds his teeth.

“It is, actually. Quite precious.” He raises his brows. “But you know that, of course.” Referring to something else entirely, and she takes in a deep breath, peeling her eyes from his.

She has to.

“Are we going to go over my cases?” She changes the subject, shifting in her seat, trying to keep her breaths under control as he opens his desk drawer and pulls the few files from it, tossing them to the desk without a word.

Sitting with a sigh and opening the first file, he thumbs through it and taps his fingertips on the heavy wood under the folder.

His blue eyes narrow as he reads over her notes, his mouth pulling downward when he realizes it’s one Dr. Gaul even assisted her on.

As far as he can tell, it should have worked out…

Assuming this is one of the ones Dr. Gaul referred to being a part of the investigation they've opened, he keeps his mouth shut on it and closes it, picking up the next one.

“…Is something wrong?” Tawny asks.

He doesn’t answer, scanning this one briefly before huffing out in frustration.

Fuck, Crane. You slick bastard , he thinks to himself, closing this one and opening yet another.

He wonders how far back this sabotage has been occurring.

By the time he has to close this one without offering a word to her about it, she’s marching toward him and reaches for the small pile he’s working through, only for him to grab her wrist, stopping her.

“None of it’s even good enough for you to want to discuss it with me?” She questions.

“None of it's worth discussing when there’s nothing to discuss.” He replies. “It looks fine so far.”

“If any of it was fine they wouldn’t have failed.” She retorts.

His eyes go back to the page before him, ignoring her words and releasing her wrist.

After another moment, he stands, tapping his finger on one line of writing in particular.

“Come here.” He says to her.

She eagerly goes, wanting to see his finding, hoping it will help to answer the root of some of her confusion and frustration.

He steps aside for her to read over the line, leaning over his desk as she does so, her hand taking his to move it from her way.

Her dark brows furrow as she reads the sentence, then re-reads it again.

He sees the struggle on her face to make sense of what exactly he’s talking about, until he lowers his lips closer to her ear and quietly, flatly states, “You used the wrong tense of ‘too’.”

Brown eyes meet blue, noses almost brushing together when she looks at him, over her shoulder, infuriated with his behavior.

Petty and dismissive.

She knows he doesn’t care for her, nor love her, nor does he truly care about what her husband does with her or to her, but he seems curious enough when he nearly whispers out, “Does he know?”

Does he know?

Does he know I’ve had you in the car he bought you? In his house? In his bed?

No. Dyess didn’t know.

Her head shakes slightly, plush lips parting to breathe somewhat easier but all that does is grasp ahold of his gaze.

“No.” She has to speak to break his attention from her lips. “Does Livia know?”

“No.”

He thinks of his sweet wife, always gentle and easy with him, so he tried to be just that with her as well.

It would be too obvious if he snapped and treated her as roughly and ravenously he treated Tawny in their time together.

“Would you like to come eat dinner with my family and the Plinths this Saturday night?”

“That sounds like torture.” He doesn’t hold back, needing a drink even imagining them all around a table.

His make-shift parental figures, his mistress, his wife, his enemy, and his mistress’ parents.

Then he thinks of Dyess’ face when he answers the door, seeing Livia and Coriolanus.

He’d pay good money to see Crane try to mask that rage.

“I’m sure it will be for everyone involved…but I’m going to need a buffer between the Plinths and my parents and Dyess is only so good for so long. You can invite your cousin since she helped her old boss with my wedding gown. Having a few other people there to hold their attention will help me not want to bang my head on the table.”

He thinks about it, looking back down to the paper they’re standing over.

“Philo will drop off a new case for you to work on this afternoon. Your last one before the Games.” Snow moves from her, black eyelashes resting against her cheek from her briefly closed eyes. “Make sure it’s somewhat successful. Meeting dismissed.” He adds and she gives an acknowledging nod of her head before she moves from him, too, back to the other side of his desk to head to the door. “What time is dinner?” He asks as she reaches for the door knob, stopping in her tracks, a little hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“Eight o’clock.” She replies softly.

“I might be there. It depends on how generous I’m feeling.” He admits, seeing her eyes roll before she opens the door. “Oh, Dr. Crane?”

“Yes, Mr. Snow?” She asks, raising her brows.

“Don’t say a word of your new assignment to anyone. Not your students. Not even your husband. It’s imperative it stays between you, myself, and Dr. Gaul.”

He sees the way her brows twitch in slight confusion, her mouth pulling somewhat downward, the many questions swirling in her eyes, but all she says is, “I understand, Mr. Snow. I won’t tell a soul. I promise,” before she leaves his office, shutting the door behind her.

I won’t tell a soul. I promise.

The same words she’d whispered when they swore their affair to secrecy before agreeing to stop.

He looks down at the folders, each one perfectly planned out, notes dated exactly, steps drawn out…and not a success in the bunch.

His mind drifts back to that syringe Gaul showed him.

Dyess could be charged with destroying Capitol property, malpractice, misconduct…Gaul would ensure he suffers more than anything and if by some abnormal chance she didn’t, Snow would.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x oc #coriolanus snow x gaul oc #coryo snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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Three hearts combined ….

Pt.4

A/N: for this story there’s gonna be a huge time skip so yes all the issues with sky ppl in the first movie has been skipped for the sake of me and my sanity😭 grace and trust are passed in this so they didn’t make it, i decided to keep Tsu’tey in here😭 the only reason I don’t have grace alive in this is Bkuss of kiri so yea👀😭

Contains| Fluff/angst/PPD/ miscarriage/ depression

Neyitiri smiled as she watches our baby kick a few times, me and her are not the pregnant but neytiri is 8 months and I’m six months and a half carrying a baby boy, neytiri decided she wanted to be surprised with gender when she gives birth, I couldn’t wait. Jake walks inside with a bowl of fruits “yay” I squealed grabbing the bowl, and starting eating down my little happy dance, “your son is really active,” I said, “oh he is is he?” Jake rubs my belly, I nodded giggling, the baby moves again kicking his feet “oh yeaa he’s moving alright, he’s doing his lil dancey dance with mommy,” I giggle smiling.

Neytiri smiled rubbing her belly. The night crept and I limped to where mo’at was, my feet were of course swollen and hurting telling me I have no business walking but I don’t listen. “You should be resting not walking melanie,” mo’at spoke, “I know I know,” I chuckle, “you snuck passed your mates to get out didn’t you?” She asks I nodded, for eywa’s sake she knows everything, “better get back before you’re in trouble you know how my daughter gets,” she says with an amused smirk.

I chuckle “night mo’at,” I said, “goodnight dear,” I begin to leave but an angry neytiri stomps her way over to me, I frown “ka! What are you doing out here melanie! You need to be resting you know you’re feet hurts,” she hissed “okay okay my love I’m going back to rest now,” I said, Jake walks over with his arms crossed “for you to be six and a half months with swollen feet you managed to get this far quite quickly,” Jake said I roll my eyes, Jake picks me up “Jake” I pouted “Aht aht-I don’t wanna hear it hush your mouth and sleep,” he says, I huff whining.

As we slept Jake was still up, he rubs my belly and neytiri’s, thinking he was going to be a father, he never thought he would be, he doubts of him being of a father, feeling like he isn’t that type of material but he’s going to try his best. Melanie whimpers flinching in her sleep causing Jake to glance at her, her face contorted uncomfortably and in pain. He frowns but rubs her belly softly to try and see if it will help. “O-ow!” She whine in her sleep as her hand clings to her belly.

He starts to worry now, he felt this wetness up against her leg when he touch it and looks down to check her leg and there was blood he leans up quickly and checked her his heart instantly sinking “babe-baby!” He wakes her up, neytiri wakes up in confusion, “oh my god no, no no no” Jake panics “what’s wrong?” Neytiri asks, “what’s going on? Jake?” Melanie asks, neytiri gasps, Jake frowns deeply as neytiri has tears in her eyes “we need to take her to max,” Jake says “what’s going on? Why am I bleeding oh my god?!” She freaks, Jake bites hard on his lip before speaking “I..I think you’re miscarrying,” Jake said her eyes widen “no-no I’m not, please tell him I’m not please!” She choked, neytiri cries knowing she couldn’t,“hey hey hey, come on imma take you to max,” he picks her up.

She cried as they headed towards the camp, but once they got their norm was already out and about “yo what’s going on? What’s wrong melanie?” Norm frowns “I think she’s miscarrying,” he froze “oh my god,” he said, “bring her inside, max!” He shouts, when they rushed inside max was already working on something. “Max I need your help?!” Jake sets me down, “what happened?” He asks but gasp when he saw the blood “oh my god,” he rushes over “she could be miscarrying, let me do a scan,” he pulls out the screen “I can’t be miscarrying nooo!” She cries neytiri comforts as max does an ultrasound scan.

He frowns, Jake lips parted when he hears nothing, just silence. “Oh no” max mumbled, “please tell don’t me I lost my baby, noooo!” She breaks down, Jake places his head on top of melanie wrapping his arms around her. The very next day melanie didn’t speak, she went numb, all her pain and anger just went blank. Jake rubs her back gently, he tried to comfort as best as he can but he feels nothing is working, she lost their baby, she feels like it’s all her fault.

Neytiri was able to get her up and walking leaving their home, neytiri hele her when we they walk through the nightly glowing forest. “Ma’Mel… look at me,” neytiri says softly, She hesitantly look up at her staring into her worried and saddened eyes, “it is hard.. but do not let this set you back, eywa has her reasons, eywa knows all, it maybe wasn’t our time,”she whispered, melanie tears up with her lips quivering “shh shh” neytiri soothes her, after a couple of days neytiri gave birth to neteyam, it felt bittersweet, she tries not let that jealous and hurt feeling get the best of her because she wants to be happy for her.

At the time of neytiri singing her songcord for neteyam welcoming into the world, menalie cried silently behind the tree during it. Jake anxiously looks around awaiting for Melanie but she wasn’t here, his eyes were up and he was tense, melanie takes a deep breath and wipes her tears. She walks out to join them but Jake already notices her puffy nose and the way she is looking that she was crying, he frowns grabbing her hand pulling her down sitting in between his legs wrapping his arms around her.

Later on neytiri held neteyam who was slowly falling asleep, “ma’mel, hold him” she said tiredly leaning up, melanie glances up at her, “hold him” she lifts him up to pass her to him, Jake walks in his eyes widen a little, she was very hesitant. “Babe…he’s your son too” Jake rubs her back sitting next to her, she leans over to hold him carefully. He squirms a bit whining making her grow scared “he’s alright he’s alright, you’re fine,” Jake reassured, little neteyam opens his eyes settling then in melanie, tears stream down her face “he’s your son too, you’re his mommy,” Jake whispered.

A little while later they found out Grace’s avatar body was pregnant, but we don’t know by who? It was a strange mystery. But, melanie grew to the baby, she was anxious and eager for the baby to arrive. They adopted their daughter, kiri. Jake felt this was a relief of her trauma with having a miscarriage with other baby boy, and she finally will feel happy to fill that void in her. Melanie happily somg her songcord holding kiri in her lap as she makes her bead, she smiled down at her daughter, later on melanie held neteyam. He held her finger while he made his cute little baby noises she loves so much. Jake watched her with a smile, Jake stood up and walked behind her humming, “how you feeling?” He asks, “never better,” she smiled, he wraps his arms around placing his chin on her shoulder “look so beautiful as a mommy, glowing” she blushed.

To be continued…

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