#I may or may not have woken my husband up by accident when I got up

[devastatedloyallute]

Bedtime cuddles

Super rough sketching doodle tonight, might clean it up tomorrow or something (legit did this in like 10 minutes)

she’s doomscrolling on her phone even though she’s got a migraine and should be sleeping

[shuugumi]

❥ "𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?"

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: gojo satoru is admitted into the hospital after a deadly accident when out on a mission. you, his wife, rushes over and something…heartbreaking happens.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amnesia, hospital, gojo x reader, angst(?), 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, established relationship, 1k653wc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: something for the best boy after these manga leaks. akutami you bitch!!!

right now you were running through the tokyo train station. the urgency to make your way to the hospital, thought after thought made you rush even more. “Please be okay..” you whispered to yourself as you got onto one of the train carts.

thankfully for the technological advancements, you were able to get to the hospital in no time. but you still rushed over. definitely gaining the attention of the other civilians.

“hi my husband, Gojo Satoru. was admitted into the hospital at uh—” you uttered, looking at your watch before telling the time when you got the phone call. “gojo-san is in surgery right now. you can sit in the lobby until he’s done.” the receptionist who looked like she didn’t want to be there said emotionless before showing the lobby. you sighed before sitting down on one of the cold metal chairs.

bouncing your leg nervously and unconsciously. you shouldn’t be bouncing your leg due to superstition reasons but in this case, it was the only thing that helped you. who cared who gave you werid looks. 貧乏ゆすり… the other visitors whispered under their breaths but you couldn’t help it. it didn’t help either when the claimed strongest sorcerer was in the hospital, getting a life depending surgery.

time passed and you swore you fell asleep just sitting in the chair. maybe the exhaustion from running from your school to the hospital finally caught up to you. but you were awoken by a woman lightly touching your shoulder. “excuse me? you’re here for gojo right?” she spoke softly and you desperately exhaled a “yes” and the nurse told you to follow her. there you were brought to his hospital room. “before we enter..he’s sleeping so you may want to be quiet..” the nurse spoke again and awiated for your nod before the nurse opened the door.

the sight was heartbreaking. he was attached to wires connected to many machines. his eyes were red and bruised. did he feel like this when i was in the hospital? you thought to yourself as you walked closer to the man who was in his slumber. the nurse excused themselves but told you to call them when he awoke..

“satoru…” you whispered under your breath as you grabbed a chair to sit over next to him. slowly and gently did you touch his hand, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. “i am glad they were able to do everything in the surgery and to help heal everything…what went wrong on the mission? but it doesn’t matter anymore..as long as your breathing i’ll take it.” you whisper as you rest your head on the edge of the hospital bed, swabbing your thumb on his hand.

“eh, i needed saving this time..” you heard that voice. the voice that you found to be your safe place rasph out, here and there coughing you jolted your head up. “satoru! you’re up!!” you exclaim, quickly wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his chest.

“who-are you?”

the man who had just woken after god knows what spoke aloud. Immediately you looked up at him, “what do you mean?—” you said perplexed as you released your arms around from his shoulders, allowing distance between the two of you. you were still situated sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. “satoru? i am your wife…y/N?” your voice faltered as a shiver traveled down your spine and the crystal blue eyes man just stared at you with confusion and when you went to grab his hand he immediately pulled back there, you felt your heart crack. 

“i- i don’t have a wife..” he spoke softly and you felt the two broken pieces of your heart shatter into a million more infinitesimal pieces. “satoru this isn’t something to joke about…” you reply rather sternly, still looking at a confused filled face. you sighed before getting up from the bed to call one of the nurses in. 

“it seems that he suffered a severe brain injury, hence the foggy memory loss..there isn’t much that we could do but what i may suggest is that, you can show him pictures of significant memories? like a wedding day picture. things that will spark these foggy memories?” the nurse mused before she went to type something on the computer that was in the room. 

your heart sank at the words the nurse said. tears had begun infiltrating the surface of your face. nerves tingle at the thought of everything you built with the man who currently laid in the hospital bed was demolished in his head. as the nurse finished up the hourly report and excused herself, leaving the two of you alone. you sat in one of the empty chairs that was in the room, sitting with your head down and the palms of your hands joining each other resting in your lap. “mrs?” the nurse called out, gaining your attention and you stood up. “we’re gonna run some more tests on him to see if there are any other underlying conditions…if you could, give us a few minutes.” the nurse said rather happily and you took a step outside the room. 

when you took that step outside, everything came crashing down. trying your absolute best to keep your composure in and out of the hospital room finally came undone when you weren’t in the same room with your husband. 

y/N?” a familiar voice exclaimed and wrapped their arms around your shoulders as you blubbered into them. “y/N what happened? is satoru okay?” the man asked and all you did was shake your head and held the man closer and tighter. “kento..satoru—he doesn’t remember me.” you shout into his chest which had already gained a big wet spot in place of your face.

“what do you mean he doesn’t remember you?” he says, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to look at him. "he’s taking tests right now…i can show you after…”

“you’re able to go and visit him again!” another nurse who exited out of satoru’s hospital room beamed with a smile. “come on.” you blurt walking into the room to see satoru sitting down comfortably, taking small sips of seaweed soup. “gojo.” nanami stated, starting satoru from his meal. “woah! nanami you came to see me!—eh that same lady is also here too..”

“that ‘lady’ is your wife satoru.” nanami clarified before taking a steps closer to satoru and his bed. “pft—that’s what they all said too…but i don’t remember having a wife…” satoru side eyed you before looking back at nanami. “she’s out of my league…no ways she would settle for less..” he then added with a breathless sigh.

you stood back, listening to the two exchange words when you heard him saying, “she must be someone elses wife…they hit that jackpot that’s for sure..” and it made you laugh at his words. you knew that this other “man” he could have been thinking of was a actual other man but actually, the man laying in the hospital is the one who hit the jackpot.

excusing yourself and taking a step outside of the room, you brought your phone out and opened the photo app. maybe show him a picture that could spark the memory of you two? and as you scrolled through your ablum of photos with satoru you landed on one that made you unconsciously smile ear to ear.

the photo was when the two of you vacationed in hawaii. the first time the two of you were able to spend time away from work; the first ever stress free vacation. the photo displayed the two of you taking a selfie on the shore line in waikiki. the golden hour of the sun hitting your slightly reddish skin from the sunburn with a yellow hibiscus behind your left ear. satoru holding the phone with the same sly smirk that he always worn whenever he was with you.

could it really work? you thought to yourself as single tears dropped from your eyes to the screen of your phone. clutching the phone close to your heart you collected yourself before walking back into the room.

“satoru?” his name rolled off your tongue smoothly and it caught his attention; you walked closer to him before showing him your phone with the photo displayed on it. “—that’s me…and is that…you?” satoru spoke with confusion in his voice, you nod, “yes that’s me and you…my name is y/N, do you remember what happened during that vacation?” satoru pricked his lips as he looked from the phone back to you, to the phone, back to you and so forth.

“you proposed to me right after we took that photo…” informing him and as he processed your sentence, he lips turned into an o shake. his face heating up and his cheeks became a slight tinge of red. “i…proposed to you? so i am the man who hit the jackpot?” he exclaimed, grabbing the phone from your hand and bringing it closer to his face. doing the same motions of looking from the phone then back to you, repeating.

laughing at his sentence, you nod once more. “yes you are silly. you’re the man who hit the jackpot…” you say as you push loose strands of his white locks behind his ear. “you’re favorite color is green…and you’re allergic to cats..” satoru whispers out, the shock took your breath away. he does remember certain things about you.

“looks like we’re getting him back.” nanami commented, startling you as you forgot he was even in the room with the two of you. “i am gonna be taking care of you…and also helping you restore your memories of us.” you declared as you grabbed one of satorus’ hands and bringing it up to kiss the top side of his hand.

“i l love you, satoru.”

© 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ; do not translate, copy, plagiarize or upload elsewhere!! all content is owned by me unless stated otherwise.

[earlgreydream]

memory.

| Steve Rogers x reader | angst |

anon requested. the reader loses their memory and like the love interest suffers because they never remember them

“Steve, she was in an accident,” Bucky stopped Steve before he could burst into your hospital room, where Shuri and Dr. Banner were tending to you. 

“Let me in, let me see Y/N!” Steve shouted. 

“You can, but there was a head injury. Y/N hasn’t woken up yet. You just need to be prepared, Steve,” Bucky spoke gently, holding his best friend back. 

Steve’s panic only heightened, and Bucky followed him into the hospital room. Shuri moved out of the way, standing to the side with Banner. 

Steve felt like he was going to fall apart at the sight of you. You laid in the bed, looking pathetic and weak. You were badly bruised and scraped, and there was a gash on the side of your head. Bucky hung back in the doorway, hurting for the both of you, the two people closest to him in his life. 

“Steve-” Shuri started, but Banner stopped her. 

“Y/N, baby,” Steve breathed, running up to you. You jerked back, pain throbbing through your entire body at the sudden movement. A monitor started beeping, indicating that your heart was racing. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” Steve tried to calm you down, shocked by your startled reaction to him. 

“Get away from me!” You cried, and Steve stepped back like he was wounded.

“Y/N...?”

“I don’t, I don’t know you!” You started to sob, frightened by the large man that you didn’t recognize. Banner sighed, and Shuri and Bucky went to Steve, pulling him away.

“Steve, she hit her head. She’s having memory loss,” Shuri explained quietly. 

“But, I’m her husband-”

“I know.”

“When will her memory come back?” Steve demanded, shaken and in disbelief.

“We don’t know. Steve, you need to understand that it may not come back.” Shuri tried to be gentle, but Steve sank into Bucky, the weight of her words nearly making him collapse. 

“Breathe, Steve.”

Steve sat beside your hospital bed. You had slipped into unconsciousness, sedated by Banner to help you heal. Steve had stayed out of your room after the frightened reaction, but he needed to be close. The sun had set, and he was spending the night in your room, holding your hand as you slept. Tears stained Steve’s face, devastated by the fact you didn’t recognize him, your injuries, and seeing you in the hospital. 

He sat up when your eyes opened, and he couldn’t make himself release your hand. You looked a little confused, and very sleepy. They had been careful to give you plenty of sedation to keep you from having another panic attack. Your heartbeat was weak, and you had a bad concussion. That was on top of a sprained wrist, several fractured ribs, and the numerous bruises, cuts, and scrapes. 

“Y/N,” Steve breathed softly, and you blinked slowly.

“Are you a doctor?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your free hand.

“No, baby, I’m your husband,” Steve whispered. 

You froze and stared at him, stunned. You looked down at your hands, surprised to see a ring on your left hand. The silver band had tiny diamonds, and Steve’s hand that held yours had another silver band. Hot tears started to slide down your cheeks, overwhelmed by the thoughts racing through your sedated mind. 

“I don’t remember you, I don’t even remember your name... The doctor showed me a picture of us, but I don’t remember anything, I barely even remember who I am,” you sobbed, and Steve felt nauseated. 

“I’m Steve, Steve Rogers. We got married two years ago, in Brooklyn. Bucky Barnes was my best man, and Wanda Maximoff was your maid of honor. Tony Stark walked you down the aisle... He’s like your dad...” Steve explained, his voice shaking as he tried to keep himself from crying. 

“Bucky...” you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut. His name sounded familiar, but every memory before waking up in the hospital was gone.

“Yes. Bucky is my best friend. Yours too. We’re really close, he lived with us for a year.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t...”

“It’s okay. All your memory isn’t going to come back now.”

“Steve, Y/N needs to rest,” Shuri spoke, leaning in the doorway.

He nodded tightly, rubbing his eyes. She emptied more sedative into your IV, helping you slip back into dreamless sleep. She dragged Steve out, and Bucky stood in the hallway, pulling him into his arms. He squeezed Steve, promising it was going to be okay. 

Steve sat with you, chatting quietly when you were awake. He showed you photos from your wedding, and pictures of your small tabby cat that you adored. Bucky snuck her into the hospital, and you pet her head shyly, hating yourself for your lack of memory. 

“Steve?” you asked, sitting up in the bed, but struggling under the weakness of your muscles. 

“Yes, baby?” he set down his laptop, giving you his full attention the moment he asked. 

“You said that Tony Stark walked me down the aisle at our wedding? And that he’s like my dad?” You asked, and Steve felt his heart sink. 

“Yeah, Tony is like your dad,” he said dryly, showing you a photo. 

“I think that I remember growing up in a penthouse with him... but only when I was a teenager. I think, I don’t know for sure. Why?” you struggled to recall.

Over the last few days, bits and pieces started to return to your mind, and you remembered cooking in a sleek penthouse with Tony when you couldn’t have been older than 17. 

“Yeah. Stark adopted you when you were ten. Your parents were in a car accident. He was really close with your father. You love Tony, he took really great care of you. He wants to come see you once we’re home from the hospital.”

You nodded slowly, taking it in. You didn’t know how to express the pain and confusion you felt, and you shyly reached your hand out to Steve. He took it, gently squeezing.

“Steve, I’m so sorry. I want to remember...”

“Don’t apologize, my love.”

Steve had assured you a million times that he could take you to Tony’s, or that he could even rent you an apartment if you didn’t feel comfortable coming home with him. Your memory had barely returned, despite little pieces and isolated moments. 

Truly, you were terrified to be alone, because then, you were left with nothing, not even memories. You felt safe with Steve, even if you didn’t remember your history together. He’d stayed up with you, showing you photos and telling you stories, and patiently answering every question you asked.

Steve drove you to your brownstone on the Upper East Side, carrying you indoors. Bucky was waiting, having moved back in to help and be supportive. The flat smelled like homemade bread, welcoming you inside. Steve mouthed a thank-you to Bucky, who nodded silently. 

You convinced Steve to let you down so you could walk and look around. 

“Can I have some of the bread?” you asked, shyly setting your hand on Bucky’s arm.

“Yes, of course, Y/N.” 

You sat down, trying not to act like you were exhausted just from walking around the flat. Steve knew, and it seemed that Bucky did too. You may not have known them, but they knew you. 

“I’m so sorry,” Steve said softly, and he kissed your head gently. 

You had hoped that coming home would jog your memory, but nothing came. It felt like the first time you’d ever been, and you started crying as you sat between the men. 

“The only thing I can remember is going to high school prom with both of you... I don’t remember anything before or anything after, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, and Steve pulled you into his arms, his own shoulders shaking. Bucky gently laid his hand on your back, trying to comfort you.

You felt lost, Steve nearly as much. There was nothing he could do, nothing either of you could do.

[ichorai]

the devil's queen ; k.yr

pairing ; forest queen!yeri x devil!reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; in which the queen of the forest seeks out the devil’s help after accidentally turning her husband to stone.

themes ; fantasy, slight fluff and angst, royalty au, devil au, magic au, forest au (?), forbidden love au

words ; 4.2k

warnings / includes ; devils obv, mentions of divorce and a loveless marriage, uhm yeri turns her husband into stone, one mention of angels, teasing banter, an absurd amount of description because yeri is gorgeous and i can't help myself, both yeri and reader are little shits, kissy kiss kiss at the end </3

a/n ; my first gg fic :D i'm rlly excited for this one !! i'm literally in love with yeri so i'm so happy to finally post this ! thank you to @doievoir for beta reading <3 also thanks to @subways-stuff and @koocycle for being gay with me :(

masterlist. | milestone celebration.

The stone of the balcony’s railing beneath the forest queen’s fingertips was just slightly cold to the touch, mellowed by the night’s sweet breeze. Her face, dappled by the moon’s gentlest luminescence, bore a somber expression, only managing to mask the panic she truly felt by a thread of her being. Pale was her dress, and paler her skin became as she grew clammy with unease. The sheer, opal chiffon of her skirts grazed the balcony floor with faint kisses in accordance to Yeri’s ceaseless fidgeting. And because of her restless movements, the intricate leaf crown propped atop her temple was now slightly askew, placed awkwardly amongst her perfectly-curled tendrils.

From where you were standing, watching the queen, worry etched into her soft features, you almost felt a shred of pity. The keyword being almost. Devils rarely ever felt remorse.

You took this opportunity to look around the queen’s chambers. After all, it wasn’t every day that you’re summoned by a woman of such importance, much less the queen of the forest herself. Gorgeous vines twisted up marble columns, white flowers scattered across the greenery. Every which way you looked, there were at least five potted plants ranging from minuscule succulents to large ferns longer than your own arm span. Even the bed had a canopy of iridescent petals and glossy leaves.

“You must really enjoy nature,” you quipped, taking slight amusement in the way Yeri jumped at the sound of your voice, spinning around with a hand on her chest. “Looks to be bordering on obsession, actually…”

The queen, having come down from her initial shock, looked upon you with a quizzical eyebrow. “I called you to help me, not to make comments on my lifestyle.” She waved her fingers in the air, conjuring a thick vine that wrapped around her waist as if it were a snake. “Besides, I’m the queen of the forest. It would be more bewildering to find my chamber void of natural elements.”

A toothy grin so wide it made you look sinister graced your lips, and you bowed your head slightly. Yeri, much to her dismay, couldn’t tell if the action was genuine or mocking.

“I like that you feel the need to defend yourself against the devil. Makes me feel somewhat of importance,” you uttered the words with a simple-minded hum, eyes glowing with mirth. “Which brings me to ask… why have you called me here?”

The silence was suffocating as she strode up towards you, an almost defiant look glazing over her irises. She was so close that you could detect a hint of her sweet scent; an intoxicating concoction of apricots and grass and the slight tang of the air just before it rained. A tad too refreshing for your taste, but it suited her well.

On the other hand, Yeri found that you were as warm as a walking fireplace, and smelled as if you had doused yourself in cinnamon and musky cologne. Though it wasn’t necessarily an awful aroma, it was most definitely strong and caught her off guard. Who knew the devil would radiate the odor of a popular dessert spice?

Yeri’s steps slowed down once she was just in front of you, near enough that her soft skirts brushed against your dress pants. You noted the way her breathing seemed to hitch, teeth slightly tugging at the plushness of her bottom lip in hesitancy. What was she waiting for?

And with a deep exhale, she reached somewhere behind you with the speed of lightning, as if she wanted to get this over and done with. Her fingers curled tightly around a fistful of white cloth cloaking a large mass, tugging on it with a mild grunt. You spun on your heel with an arched eyebrow, watching with suppressed curiosity.

As you beheld the sight, expression unfaltering, Yeri buried her face in her hands, practically vibrating in stagnant shame. You wondered if she was crying, but found that her face was dry when she pulled herself away from her palms. Either she was trying too hard to feel the comforting weight of sadness, or she was lying to herself about caring.

It was most likely the latter. The thought brought a smile to your face.

A chiseled statue stood in front of the both of you. Opal in color and sculpted with perfect body proportions, your smile melded into an intrigued frown.

“I know,” Yeri whispered without turning back to look at you. “I’m a monster.”

“Don’t call yourself a monster in front of the devil, it’s unbecoming,” you snorted in contempt. Then, you gestured limply towards the statue. “I don’t even know what this is. Did you call me here to show off an artsy escapade of yours? I’ve got far more important things to do, you know.” ‘Important things’ really meant watching two crows fight over a moldy baguette down in the village streets. You might’ve been the devil, but that didn’t necessarily mean you were busy all the time.

Disdain colored her words as she hissed out, “I turned my husband to stone,” rouge laced her cheekbones as she quickly added on, almost an afterthought, “by accident.”

Oh? You clasped your hands together behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels. Now you were starting to see the resemblance, recalling the forest queen’s marriage to a man whose only facial expression seemed to be stoically indifferent. “My, my,” you crooned glibly, “what an interesting turn of events. Are you sure it was an accident?”

The forest queen clearly didn’t take your teasing lightly.

“I didn’t even know I could,” she said in an icy tone, glancing down at her hands, one still fisted in the coversheet. After a moment’s pause, she spoke up again, turning towards you. “But I need him back.”

A guffaw slipped past you as you wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That’s no fun at all. You want me to bring him back? Your moronic oaf of a husband? I’m sure you could find a new one with the snap of a finger. Besides, it’s better to keep him this way. He seems far more intelligent as stone.”

Having said your fill and satisfied with the fuming look Yeri wore, you spun on your heel, about to head out of the castle and run your other devil errands.

A bright flower of consternation unfurled within her ribcage, and the forest queen found herself hurrying forward, curling her fingers around the wrist of the subject of her torment. Almost immediately, she let go, partly from shock at her own actions, but mostly from the fact that your skin was borderline scalding. You are the devil, after all. Yeri should have been more careful.

“Do you forget who I am?” she hissed nonetheless, glowering at your unturned back, her tone swimming in a pool of severity.

At her question, you whirled around to look upon her in bemusement.

“I’m the queen of the forest!”

You nodded just slightly. “So you’ve mentioned.”

Mouth agape and nose twitching slightly in an attempt to contain her umbrage, she whispered out, almost bristling in hostility, “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Finally catching on, I see.” You flashed her wink, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning forward. “Let me make one thing clear. You may be a queen, but you are not my queen. I haven’t forgotten who you are to the mortals, but I feel you’ve forgotten who I am.”

A genuinely wounded look found its way sprawled across her soft features. She struggled to find her voice for a minute, before turning her head away to gaze upon the moon in shame.

“What can I do to convince you?”

Though the words were quiet, you could still detect the stubborn tenacity interwoven through the question.

Instead of answering her inquiry, you retaliated with one of your own.

“Did you love him?”

Her face snapped back to you, frozen in incredulity. “What?” she asked, furrowing her perfect brows.

“Did you love him?” you repeated, this time rolling your eyes to the leafy canvas obscuring the ceiling. “You need not lie to me. I’ll know.”

With a shred of hesitancy clinging onto her, she uttered lowly, “No. It was a diplomatic marriage… he’s the crown prince of the ice mountains. And I need him back before anybody notices. You understand why I have to have him back, don’t you? This could cause a war.”

“A little foolish of you to ask a devil to prevent a war, don’t you think? We live for chaos,” you susurrated into her ear, circling her like a predator would their prey. Yeri flushed at your words. “Pray tell, why didn’t you ask an angel? Why come to me?”

She drew herself to her full height, almost as if sizing you up. You grinned at that. What an interesting character she was. “I was ashamed of myself. I didn’t want an angel to know of my mistake. Angels judge, and devils are used to despicable acts far worse than what I did. Of course I had to go with the latter.”

It was silent for a moment, the leaves rustling with the cold breeze. “Smart girl,” you hummed, impressed. Yeri cleared her throat, evidently flustered.

With a flick of your hand, the statue’s marble hue slowly faded away, color returning to the forest queen’s husband. A gasp left her throat, and she scurried across the room, almost tripping over the wisps of her skirt in the process. The prince of the ice mountains fell to the floor just as his feet loosened up, and he looked as if he had woken up from a horrid sleep, a dumbfounded expression masking his usually stoic features.

He looks stupid, you thought to yourself as Yeri knelt down beside him. Why would she choose him of all people?

“Have fun being married to somebody you don’t love,” you called out to the couple.

Yeri glanced upwards, a ‘thank you’ just on the tip of her tongue. But when she looked towards where you had been standing, there was nobody there. The wind whistled in your absence, and everything suddenly felt cold.

The forest was quiet as Yeri stormed through. The leaves stopped whispering, the birds halted their chirps, and the rivers grew muted. She was livid, so much so that small wildflowers the color of winter unconsciously sprouted in her furious trail. There were tear tracks forming rivulets down the apples of her cheeks, but they were long dried. She was too angry to cry now.

You danced your fingers along the bark of the branch you were sitting on, swinging your legs in bemusement as you watched the Queen bask in her fury.

Your landing from tree to ground made naught a sound, but Yeri seemed to sense that you were already there, for her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. Perhaps she wanted to look as if she had at least some semblance of her life put together in front of you. You weren’t quite sure why she bothered; you already knew she was in shambles.

Today she wore a plain sage button dress, the fabric flaring softly at her hips and arms. The skirt reached just below her knees; a considerate choice seeing as she was trudging through mud and foliage of all sorts. A white cloth was tied about her temple, keeping gorgeous locks of dark ebony from falling into her tempestuous eyes. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and seeing her angry conjured a queer elation within you. What’s gotten her so riled up this time?

With outstretched arms, you beamed at her scowl. “Regretting asking me to free your husband from his stony confines? I did warn you against it, did I not?”

She folded her arms over her chest. “Forgive me for choosing not to trust the devil.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” you said in a sing-song tone. “You chose to trust me the moment you asked me to fix your poor husband. What is it you want from me now? Did you call me to turn him back to stone this time?”

An affronted look colored her already-miffed features a twisted hue. She seemed to relax just slightly when she realized that you were just jesting, as you always were.

“He wants me to move out of the forest. Permanently.” She angled her face away from you so you couldn’t see the turmoil raging within her. It was fruitless, because you saw right through her words. “Says the icy mountains are far better than this infernal place.”

The unexpected sensation of your warm hands on Yeri’s shoulders conjured what felt like an inferno raging within her ribcage. The devil was touching her. Why wasn’t she mad about it?

“Divorce him,” you said, almost nonchalantly. “You don’t love him. Why stay married?”

“I told you,” she shot back in exasperation, trying her damned hardest not to look down at your hands encasing her shoulders, just a thin layer of green fabric separating bare skin to skin contact, “for diplomatic-!”

“Oh, screw diplomacy. You don’t even want to go outside of the forest. What’s the point of staying married to him?” Your words were sharp, a dagger of truth cleaving right through her skull. It was a good point you made, and it made the queen furious to know that you’ve got her beat.

Yeri was starting to think that your ability to constantly put a damper on her mood was a mastered talent. Have you had a lot of experience belittling people? She presumed the answer was yes; the devil didn’t belong only to her, this was undeniably so. Sin was an attractive flavor to mankind. Was it greedy to want the raw form of wrongdoing all to herself?

Plunged into a cavern of her own agitation, she didn’t even notice you releasing her to pace circles around the forest queen. “He doesn’t love you either, just so you know,” you whispered from behind, causing her to startle with a wince, “especially not after that rocky stunt you pulled, hm?”

Something akin to amusement danced in Yeri’s gaze as she turned her head to peer at you. It flickered away just as quickly as it came. “You’re mean,” she said dryly.

“I know, it’s kind of my job.” You rocked back and forth on your heels, leaning against the trunk of a large tree. “So why did you call me back?”

Yeri dithered for just a moment. “I don’t have anybody else to talk to.” With such a shameful statement, you were pleasantly surprised to see how she managed to say it in such a leveled tone.

“And so you came to the devil for mild chit chat?”

She bowed her head. “I did, yes. Do you have an issue with that?”

You shook your head with a slight smile. It was a truthful response; you quite enjoyed studying Yeri’s mannerisms and turmoils.

A stoic expression crossed her elegant visage as she nodded at you, and then proceeded to turn away, striding out of the forest with naught another word more, tendrils of hair fluttering airily with each step.

News of the forest queen’s divorce to the prince of the ice mountains spread quicker than a royal archer’s arrow. Some said she did so in a spectacle of dramatic tears and ring-throwing. Others gossipped that she slipped away into the woods with only a mere note to inform the prince of what was going on. And the most popular story going around was Yeri proclaiming the divorce void of any emotion, ignoring the prince when he dropped to his knees and begged her to stay.

Knowing both parties of the couple, you were sure that all three spin-offs were far from the truth.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Yeri called you back again, this time with a hint of a grin tracing her lips, a startling contrast to the previous two times she’s called you over. The duality of this woman, you thought with a shake of your head.

“What is it this time?” you asked with an annoyed facade, though it was clearly only skin-deep, for the curiosity swimming in your irises betrayed your true stand.

The queen in front of you was wearing a dress of black silk, flowing and cinching in all the right places. A white and canary flower hanging loosely from her ear, a vast juxtaposition from the darkness of her ensemble. She was the true epitome of allure.

“Black to look like you’re mourning to the simple-minded common folk,” you observed, “but the daffodil symbolizes a new, hopeful beginning. You’re not at all upset about your divorce.”

The corners of her carmine lips curled upwards. “Smart devil,” she replied, referencing back to when you had called her just the same. Devils weren’t ones to be flustered, but you supposed that was the closest thing to how you were feeling at the moment. Masking was a true talent of yours, however, because Yeri seemed not to notice at all. “I called you because I’m lonely.”

“It’s one thing after another with you, huh?” Your words lacked any bite, and you found yourself chuckling while threading your fingers through your hair. “Looking for an affair the same day you get divorced isn’t usually customary for humans. I’m not complaining, though,” you mumbled with a roguish grin, stepping closer to her and gently running the tips of your fingers against her forearms. You pointedly ignored the way the saccharine apple aroma she practically dripped of made you dizzy.

She drew a mock gasp at what you were insinuating, placing her frigid palms on your shoulders to push you back in a playful manner.

“So is it me you want or would you like me to brainwash someone to come and take pity on you?”

Dark irises rolled the leafy ceiling of her bedroom. “What if I asked you to stay?” Despite you barking out a laugh, she continued on. “I don’t need somebody else.”

Eyes flashing something dangerous, you drew yourself up to full height. “Don’t jest.”

“I’m not jesting.”

You knew she wasn’t, but you took a step backwards anyways. Much to your astonishment, she boldly rivaled that with her own foot propelling her forwards. Closer, ever so close.

“Why do you want to fraternize with the devil?”

“Why do you keep coming back whenever I call you?” she shot back quickly, leaning forward just as your spine brushed against a poster of her canopy bed. “I’m not giving you anything in return.”

The words had you reeling for some sort of witty comeback, but for the first time in your eons of life, a human had you dumbfounded. Why were you coming back?

“I…” you gaped at her earnest countenance. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” she echoed your words, almost smug.

Quiet unease filled the silence between you, and you narrowed your lids into slits. With but a gentle whistle of wind, the devil dissolved into a mass of shadows and glowing clementine-hued embers, leaving the queen alone in her chambers once more.

When the seasons change, it wasn’t a shift that happened overnight, but a feat that came with the patience of moons. Earth took its time in conversion, as did everything else. Time was a universal language everybody understood; unchangeable, solidary in its flow, ruthless and unforgiving.

Devils were no exception.

It took you time to come back to Yeri. You weren’t very sure how long. The stars shifted and the sun dipped past the horizon countless times while you waited for an answer to a question you never had the courage to ask. Quite pathetic of the devil, wasn’t it?

When the forest queen called for you a fourth time, you were tempted to decline.

But you found yourself teleporting without a second thought, materializing in a haze of dull light by the corner of her cavernous chambers.

Yeri watched from across the room. The beige turtleneck she wore clung to her like a second skin, a sheer corset cinched about her waist, embroidered flowers dancing across the fabric. A grey skirt fluttered with the wind that blew through the doorway to the balcony, singing a song of the forest. Golden jewelry dangled from her neck and ears, glinting sweetly in the fading sunlight. Her curled tresses had little wildflowers woven between the strands, rolling over her shoulders in waves. She was beautiful, and she wasn’t yours.

It took her no time to stride forward, bare feet padding silently across the smooth floors towards you. You didn’t move, standing your ground and eyeing her with indifference.

The grazes of her fingers against your blistering hot cheeks shouldn’t have taken you aback. Your pride was wounded the last time you saw her, and all a devil really had was their pride. Should you be mad at this woman for diminishing you down to a mess of discombobulated emotions and lost purpose? A twisted part of you was proud of her for doing so. Besting a devil at their own game wasn’t quite the everyday act.

Yeri hummed a pleased little sound when you grabbed at her wrist. Not to yank her away, no, but to pull her ever so close, breathing in her earthy scent. The walls of fire you once held up to closely guard your devilish heart, now doused by a simple pale of water. The forest queen did that. And you, quite frankly, were so very afraid of what she’d do with it now that it was hers.

“Took you a while to come back,” she whispered. You looked oh so bewitching in this light, a glimpse of heaven doused with the fits of hell, and Yeri found it hard to concentrate. Especially not with your searing fingers wrapped firmly around her forearm.

“Certainly didn’t take you a while to call,” you snorted, raising a brow at the queen. “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Even the flame-lit candles were envious of her radiance when she smiled, for they flickered and warbled at her mischievous beam. “I’m not ashamed to admit so. You look awful, by the way.”

“That’s a lie,” you teased, so close now that your nose brushed against her cheekbone. If an outsider were to walk in now, they would’ve thought the two of you were two lovers intimately dancing to a ghost’s silent song.

“You’re right. I lied. Thought you might enjoy that since you’re the devil, and all.” The queen looked at you with hooded eyes.

A breathy chuckle slipped past your lips. “I enjoyed that very much, yes.”

“I’m going to do something,” she uttered lowly, vague hesitation weaving through her words, “and you’re going to have to promise not to freak out.”

An off-hand sound of acknowledgement rumbled in your throat as the tip of your mouth quirked upwards. “My queen, I’m the devil. Of course I’m going to freak out. I live for chaos.”

Just as you took your time to come back to her, it took Yeri time to unfurl the folds of her heart, baring herself raw and unshielded. She trusted you with her life, and it was probably the most foolish decision she could ever think to make.

Her lips brushed against your jaw first, tentative and testing. Then the kisses trailed to your cheekbones, over to the lids of your fluttered-shut eyes, down to the bridge of your nose. When she melded her lips over yours, you knew you were done for. It was almost natural, how your arms snaked around her midriff, clutching at the threads of her corset with a yearning you’ve never felt before. The hands that cradled your jaw slid in different directions; one went to clutch at your arm in a fruitless attempt to ground herself, and the other gently scratched at the back of your neck, earning a pleased noise from you.

This was so wrong, and that was why it felt so good. If she was the fruit, you were the parasite. If she was the wine, you were the poison. If she was love, you were hatred.

When she pulled away from you with a dazzling smile reserved just for you, you swore the stars shattered and the moon collapsed and the sky broke into two. For this trembling certainly can’t be coming from you! Devils don’t tremble, for crying out loud!

“You called me your queen,” she observed, amused at your playful narrowing of eyes.

“A devil never lies, my queen,” you jested. The laugh she was about to bark out at your witty jab was stolen away from her as you kissed her once more. “I wouldn’t dare bow to somebody with a soul, yet it seems you’ve given me yours. Just what am I to do with you?”

Your words were paused to press a lasting kiss onto her cheek, right below her wide eyes, nervously awaiting your response. Studying her with mirth dancing in your irises, you crooned in acceptance, fondly nudging your nose against her supple cheek. She was yours, and you were hers. A white rose blooming amidst a tumultuous storm.

“And my, my, what a powerful pair we make, my queen.”

[angryschnauzer]

Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together. 

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

-

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat. 

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

-

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

-

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

[spike-and-faye]

Hello, I require your infinite wisdom please!! :O So I just finished cowboy bebop and I am so confused like who the fuck was Julia. WHAT was Faye's past. I literally never process tv shows and the bebop was not immune to my stupidity LMAO like... I guess the ending just really confused me, from what I gathered Spike and Vicious were friends? But then they weren't? And Julia dated Vicious but also Spike? And he? Went after Vicious even after Julia had died? I am Confusion. Please help. Thank u...

Oh BABEY I am so glad you asked! :) Be prepared for a long answer and I apologize in advance for how incoherent it will probably be.

ALSO Please note: this show is fucking complicated. I have watched it all the way through several times a year, every single year, for over a decade now, and I am *STILL* finding new shit every time I watch it. It's packed with symbols, motifs, allusions and underlying themes that are just so rich. It is so extraordinarily well-written that it could give a lot of classic literature a run for its money. I'm literally working on an in depth literary/film analysis my husband lovingly calls my Manifesto on the series right now. SO PLEASE don't beat yourself up about not catching everything on the first go round.

HEY BTW for anyone who hasn't finished the show, please know there will be MANY spoilers ahead!

Anyways ~

1.     Spike / Julia / Vicious:

The information we get on Spike's past, including Vicious and Julia, is pretty limited considering how big of an impact they have on the story. We get our first glimpse in Session 1: Asteroid Blues, then again in Session 5: Ballad of Fallen Angels, Sessions 12 + 13: Jupiter Jazz, and Sessions 25 + 26: Real Folk Blues. I recommend reviewing these episodes for you Julia and Vicious fix.

What we know:

Spike and Vicious were both members of an organized crime syndicate called the Red Dragons, which is roughly analogous to the Yakuza or the Mafia. Their positions in the organization are not clear, but there are some images alluding to them being hitmen, and they likely rose up in the ranks as they were close acquaintances of Mao Yenrai, a Capo of the Red Dragon.

Spike and Vicious were close comrades. Spike taught Vicious everything he knew about fighting, and the two had a deep trust in each other. Which Spike fucked up ….

^^Vicious looks hot asf here

Julia was Vicious' lover/girlfriend. One night in 2068 (three years prior to the time we watch in the Bebop) Spike is injured, presumably from a syndicate-related fight and he passes out in front of her door. She takes him in and nurses him back to health and he SIMPS HARD for her. We’re all but told he's in LOVE love with her. They start an affair, and Spike tells her he's ready to abandon the whole life - the syndicate, Vicious, Mao, all of it - and they could run away together.

WELL Vicious finds out about this whole affair, and is DOUBLY betrayed because his literal best friend and girlfriend have been having an affair, and tbh I think he was just as jealous of Spike's attentions as he was of Julia's. (Whether or not it’s a sexual thing for Spike … well … I have my own headcanons about that). SO when he finds out they're going to run away together, he gives Julia an ultimatum: you can either kill him, or I'll just kill you both. Spike had written her a letter about meeting him in the graveyard to start their new life together, which she tears up to hide his location from Vicious. (This is the falling ripped up pieces of paper we see in Spike's flash back in Session 5).

^^ r/gifsyoucanhear

**NOTE: There are those who disagree with this view, (looking at you Cowboy Bebop wiki) instead suggesting Vicious and Spike were buds in the past, but then hated each other once they were both considered as potential successors to Mao. That's why Vicious wanted him dead, and he was enlisting Julia (who he didn't necessarily have a romantic connection to) to help kill Spike since he knew Spike loved her. Personally, I think there is plenty of evidence that Vicious also wanted Julia, and in fact was already with her, when Spike started seeing her. If you want me to cite my sources please send an me an ask about it :)

Spike gets the idea, whether by her just not showing up or word around the syndicate being like YO Vicious wants you dead. Despite Vicious' ultimatum to Julia, he was gunna kill Spike either way. SO he sets up an ambush, and SadBoy™ Spike walks intentionally into their trap. Somehow, he doesn't die, though the entire syndicate thinks he did. (Note Annie's reaction to seeing him alive in Session 5). It’s also implied that this is where he lost his eye.

HIS EYE - possibly the most important symbol in the show so I do have to mention it. In episode 26, he explicitly explains to Faye that one of his eyes only sees the past. (PS this isn't dissimilar to Jet's arm… we can get into that another time). Basically, he's constantly living halfway in the past and halfway in the present, and describes the past like a dream he can never wake up from. Because dysfunctional or not - the syndicate WAS his family. (Again - see his relationship with Annie, Mao, and Vicious (prior to Spike's betrayal)). It's his reminder that Julia didn't run away with him, and that he'd left behind that life for her. (He didn’t know she was being threatened until the final episode). Basically Spike is hyper-fixated on what he had and what could've been.

Not long after this, Spike starts bounty hunting because like? What else is he going to do. He doesn't care if he lives or dies but if he has to be alive, he may as well be able to eat. He joins up with Jet Black on the Bebop.

TL; DR: Spike stole Vicious' lover, Julia, so Vicious made Julia choose between her killing Spike or Vicious killing them both. She instead went into hiding and Spike thought he'd been stood up. He fake died and got the hell outta dodge.

2.     What was Faye's past?

Ok let me start by saying Faye is my wife and my life. HOWEVER I hated her the first time I watched this show circa age 13 because I thought she was annoying/vain/shallow (also because #internalizedmisogyny lol am I right fam). Good news! She is all those things! But she's also very lonely and scared and an amnesiac and secretly a sweetie and she realizes she loves the crew of the Bebop like family.

SO my wife's backstory:

she was born in the 1990s (#only90skidsremember). There's some debate over her race/nationality, but due to the images of her hanging out in Merlion Park in Singapore, my bet is that she's Singaporean. She comes from a wealthy family with a big house, and we see some utterly *adorable* film of her as a child/young adolescent in Session 18: Speak Like a Child. I cry everytime </3

^^ Holla for the representation

In 2014, circa age 20, she and her parents were going into space when the shuttle they were on had some kind of malfunction/accident and it killed an unknown number of people, including her parents. At the time, the technology didn’t exist to be able to save her, so she was put into a cryogenic sleep state. Meanwhile, the Lunar Gate accident occurs, breaking up the moon and causing rock showers on Earth's surface. Most people died, moved to Mars, or settled underground.

She wakes up from her cryogenic sleep in 2068. (Also the year Spike leaves the syndicate.) She's 'woken' by the corrupt Dr. Bacchus who plans on charging her for the years and years of medical debt she's accrued. (See Session 15: My Funny Valentine.) Luckily a lawyer takes interest in her case (Whitney Haggus Matsumoto) and tries to help get rid of her debt. The two fall in love, but turns out Whitney is a Scumbag. He's actually Dr. Bacchus's nephew, and faked his death, writing Faye as the sole inheritor to his will. This means she'll take on all his debts. So baby girl has LOTS of debt at this point.

In the intervening years prior to her joining the Bebop, she gambles, cheats, gains a lot of street smarts, and adopts a very seductive character to get her way. She joins the crew on the Bebop in Session 3: Honky Tonk Women.

TL;DR: Faye is Austin powers

YIKES this is so long I am so sorry. Bitches are obsessed with this show. (I am bitches)

3.     The Ending

Okay I'm going to present this in the way, in my scholarly opinion, would be correct, though there are SO many interpretations other than simply 'Spike died :/".

To understand the plot of the last couple episodes we actually have to go back to Session 5: Mao is instructed* to sign a treaty with a rival syndicate called the White Tigers. (*He's instructed by The Van (Council of identical creepy old men) who are the actual head of the dragon. I think we only see them in Session 26.) Well - Vicious is a Bastard Man and he and his fellow mutineers blow up the White Tiger guys' ship and slit Mao's throat. Before he dies, Mao is like "Gotdamnit if Spike was still here this shit wouldn't have happened." Later in the Cathedral battle, Vicious explains to Spike he killed Mao because Mao 'lost his fangs'. He planned on killing Spike for good her, IMO, so there'd be no rival to take over as Capo for the Dragons.

^^These guys are The Van btw

THEN in Session 25, the Van basically catches Vicious and is like “you killed Mao and now you have to go to Time Out.” The Van also decides to just kill everyone associated with Vicious, just 2 B safe. That's why there's a big ass shootout at the Loser Bar where Jet and Spike are chilling, drinking, (missing Faye and Ed and Ein lol) and Shin (younger brother to Lin, who's helping Vicious overthrow the Dragon) explains all this to Spike. OH and PS JULIA IS ALIVE AND HERE IS HER LOCATION :). (**Notice Spike's reaction at this point is different than his reaction in Jupiter Jazz when he hears there's a Julia on Calisto. Much less excited… hmm…).

SO THEN you know we get some flashbacks of the past as previously explained *and* Julia just happens to run into Faye. She recognizes that Faye is one of Spike's friends from the Bebop (she was keeping tabs on him it seems) and picks her up. Faye doesn't know who Julia is but is like damn bitch I'm a little gay for you. (I mean … that may just be my bi ass projecting, but Faye is REALLY struck with her. Look at how she describes her to Jet, I mean come on.)

 Faye's like, 'we should team up' and Julia says 'no thanks but also tell Spike to meet me at *the place*'. Meanwhile back on the Bebop Spike and Jet are talking and Spike goes on about some dream woman who was his other half. (We assume he means Julia … I have my reasons to doubt this … I have a lot of angry DMs about my opinion here lol but I just do not give a fuck (: I can expand on this in another post or you can refer to the title of my fucking blog haha) Personally, I think Watanabe personally left this specific scene open ended, the same way he does with the ending and various other things.

more like SIMP Spiegel

ANYWAY Faye comes back to the Bebop to tell Spike about Julia, and Jet gets intel from a former cop buddy that there's some shit going down with the Dragons. (Again, the Van is hunting down everyone ever associated with Vicious, including your pal Spike). Bebop is attacked, Faye tells Spike what's up with Julia, and he heads out.

 PAN TO VICIOUS chained up - about to be executed - but what's that!? It's a bird!? It's a pla- no it's just a bird. (With one glowing red eye … hm … reminds me of Spike, also the drug Red Eye. Pls let me know if you have any thoughts on this). Just a bird with a BOMB! Explosion (RIP bird c. 2065 - too soon), Vicious kills the elders, his buddies show up and are ready to go fuck shit up.

this show could not be more of an aesthetic

MMMPhhh okay RAINY CEMETERY. Spike and Julia. She draws a gun, explains why she didn't meet him that day, and then hugs him. Now Spike is not *great* at showing his emotions but he literally just stands there. Maybe it's a stoic expression of how sad he is that he never knew she still cared, when it seemed like she dumped him. Maybe he's finally getting some closure on his past. Maybe the past doesn't mean the same thing it used to. (I'll elaborate later on this).

They go to Annie's to get stocked up on stuff, she lets them know she denied knowing Spike was still alive and hey also the Van was assassinated by Vicious and his guys so. Watch out for that. Then her shop is surrounded by Vicious' guys and she dies :(. Spike and Julia escape to the roof, but she's shot and dies in Spike's arms, and says 'it's all just a dream' :(. (Refer to: Spike living in a dream of the past).

Anyway Jet SAID he wasn't gunna go after Spike but. Jet's parental instincts kick in (oh yeah he was shot in the leg earlier btw) and he goes to Sitting Bull to see if he knows where Spike is. He basically says yeah Spike's about to die somewhere. (I want to do a further analysis on all the Sitting Bull scenes.) Well conveniently Spike returns to the Bebop, eats, tells his story about a tiger-striped cat. (At one point Jet asks if he's going there for her, and Spike is like well she's dead now so whatever). THEN we get to the scene where Faye is like HEY YOU CAN'T GO OFF AND DIE ASSHOLE and he's like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I 've been living in the past so I might as well see if I'm living now. (**This will play heavily into my interpretation of the ending). Faye is pissed, shoots the ceiling and he goes off to the syndicate headquarters to fuck shit up.

He basically John Wicks his way through the building, Shin dies, he and Vicious have the big boss battle and whatnot. He kills Vicious and stumbles back out down the stairs and says "Bang!" and collapses. We pan to the sky and see a star fade away.

Well that explains the plot … now here's what I think happened!!! ALSO may I mention, anon - you picked up on something I feel like a lot of people miss out on. Why *did* Spike go back to kill Vicious if Julia was already dead??

Basically, once it became clear that anyone associated with Vicious was being killed, Spike knew they'd hunt him down, and they weren't beneath Kill-Billing their way to him, (i.e. systematically destroying this companions to get to him). And for all his apparent indifference - he really loves his new found family. Jet is literally like an older brother to him. Ed is a little sister. Ein is well … a very good boy. And Faye? Well the relationship is complicated, and I'm not going to get into the 69,420 reasons I ship them here, but I think it is beyond argument that he really does care for her, even if that just in a filial way. He didn't want the syndicates to kill them for their association to him, or in order to get to him. So he did what he had to do to protect them. *AND NO* I am not saying that he didn't love Julia. But it was clear that his desire was no longer to run away with her. I think he genuinely loved and cared about her, but at some point between Jupiter Jazz Pt 2 and now, he accepted that their time together was over. Now he had a new raison d'etre, which is the Bebop.

I think at this point Spike has 'woken up' to reality (as he implied to Faye in their final conversation in episode 26: "Look at these eyes. One of them is a fake, because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I have been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other. I had believed that what I saw was not all of reality...I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over." (This is from the sub btw I'm too lazy to look up the dub transcript.) He wasn't going there to die, he's going to find out if he's really alive. This line is fucking cool and everything - but it's implications are multitude. I won't go into them all here but basically : what makes him alive now is that he's free from his past. He's alive because he has this new family and protecting them is all he really wants now. Spike was protecting Jet, Faye, Ed, (and Ein) by going and facing the entire syndicate, knowing that their lives would all be in danger.

SO - did Spike die? Well again - Watanabe has purposely and artfully left this open ended. Well, if we're following the symbolism from Sitting Bull, then yeah, the man is as dead as disco, and wouldn't that be a fitting ending? BUT at the same time, Spike always refers to having 'died' before (meaning when he was ambushed by the syndicate, and they all thought he died, and he pretty much did). Don't forget that in  movie (takes places roughly between episodes 22 + 23, and yes, was made AFTER the series but whatever) he like .. DIES dies. He goes to the afterlife and everything. He wakes up to find he's chilling with Sitting Bull, who's like nah it wasn't your time to die yet. So the fact Sitting Bull confirms Spike will die in the final episode, means yeah, Spike is pretty much dead.

BUT -- okay now hear me out -- could this death in the final episode be a death to his previous life? The person he was in the syndicate? Now that he's extinguished the Red Dragons for good, is it not possible that its merely *that* life which has ended? That's the optimist in me saying that, but if it keeps me from staying up all night crying, I guess it'll have to do. Watanabe definitely wants to leave it up to the viewer, so whatever you think, I feel like there's validity to it.

WELL any anon, sorry for the fucking lecture - and believe me, I could've said MUCH, MUCH more - but I enjoyed this question. I always love talking about this show so please all you fuckers feel free to message me or send an ask about anything any time. I am really slow at replying because #life'sAbitch.

Love you all.

SY,SCB <3

[thekatherinewinchester]

Christmas Wishes - Part 2

Summary: Jensen and Katherine are going through a rough patch in their marriage. Jared winds up in a coma from a car accident. What will happen if he never wakes up? Will Jensen and Katherine ever have a family of their own?

Pairing(s): Jensen x OFC!Reader, Jared x Gen

Word Count: 1629

Part: 2/3 (Part 1)

Warnings: hospitalization, coma, comatose brother, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (fem receiving), Jensen is a bit of an ass for a moment

A/N: divider credit: @firefly-graphics

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND NOTHING MORE. I MEAN NO DISRESPECT TO JENSEN, DANNEEL OR THEIR BEAUTIFUL FAMILY. FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC JENSEN NEVER MARRIED DANNEEL.

The days passed and the less confident I was that Jared was going to wake up. It has been a little over a month now. The only upside is that he doesn’t have as many tubes as when he got out of surgery and his color has come back. Other than that, there has been no change. I spend most days with him, If I’m not at the hospital then I’m with the kids so Gen can spend some time to herself or with Jared. If there is one positive that has come out of this, it’s that Jensen and I have slowly been finding our way back to each other. He’s back in our room and sleeping next to me. I’m getting the best sleep that I’ve gotten in what feels like years. I’m hopeful that I’m getting my husband back, now if only I could have my brother back.

Jensen and I are on our way to the hospital to give Gen a little break to shower, nap, get a little something to eat, and get some time in with the kids. My stomach grumbled reminding me that I hadn’t had lunch yet. Jensen looked over at me with a small smile, “You hungry Perse? Why don’t we make a detour to Chick-Fil-A?” He turned his blinker on to get into the next lane to get us on the road to Chick-Fil-A.

“Thanks Jens, I forgot to eat lunch before we left. I feel like a ball of nerves today and I can’t figure out why.” I told him. As we slowed for a red-light Jensen grabbed my left hand and kissed it. I blushed like a teenager with her first crush. Even after all these years he still makes feel like a schoolgirl.

Thankfully, the line wasn’t long at Chick-Fil-A, so we were quickly in and out. I hummed happily as I munched on my sandwich with extra pickles and their delicious Chick-Fil-A sauce. I fed Jensen one of my heavenly waffle fries. He thanked me with a mouth full of fry and I laughed.

My belly is getting full and having these moments with my husband, I’m starting to feel better. I may be losing hope of getting my brother back, but I am getting more and more hopeful of getting my husband back.

Walking into the hospital, I am happy to see the horrible young woman is gone. It took some time, but she is finally gone.

I walk into my brother's room and smile a little. My sweet little niece was curled up with her daddy sound asleep while her brothers were sleeping against each other on the ottoman. My gaze goes back to the bed where I realize my sister-in-law is sleeping on the bed too. My heart breaks for the woman. She looks as tired as I feel. Bless the woman though, she never failed to be optimistic about her husband waking up. I wish I felt the same way.

I quietly make my way over to the bed and gently shake her awake.

“Gen, take the kids home for a little while, I can take over for a bit.”

She yawns and nods her head. “Okay, I will. I need to get the kids bathed and fed anyway. I will come back for the last hour of visiting hours.”

I smile and say that’s fine.

Gen and kids leave and it’s just Jensen and I for half an hour before the doctor comes in to check on my brother.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Ackles. How are you both today?” he asks us.

“We’re good, all things considering. Do you think my brother will wake up soon?” I looked at the doctor with hope in my eyes.

Dr Newman let out a long sigh.

My heart dropped.

“The thing is Mrs Ackles, your brother should have woken up by now. The longer he stays in a coma, the least likely he is to ever wake up again,” he paused, “I still believe that Mr Padalecki will wake, I am just unsure when. I’m sorry that I cannot bring you better news.”

He goes about doing his routine checking of Jared’s vitals and levels, while I just looked at my husband with tears in my eyes.

I clung to Jensen as we laid in bed. We both had a crying fest when we got home. This kind of news is the kind that I had feared hearing. My worst fears just might be coming true.

“What am I gonna do without him?” I ask quietly.

“Carry on Persephone, it’s what we’re all gonna have to do. Let's not talk about it just yet,” he lifted my chin so I would look at him, “let’s continue to hope that he will come back to his family.”

As I look into my husband’s eyes, I have never felt more in love with him than I do at this moment.

I lean up and softly kiss him. He kisses me back. We make out like teenagers for a while.

Jensen’s hands begin to lift my t-shirt off to reveal my naked breasts. He slowly kisses his way down to them before taking my left into his mouth. I moan loudly. It’s been so long since I have last felt his mouth upon my breasts. He flicks his tongue around my nipple before suckling on it like a newborn babe. His other hand grabs the breast that he’s not tending to. Once he feels my left breast has been suckled enough, he switches his attention to my right breast. I run my fingers through his hair as I bring him closer.

I can feel my panties dampen and I need friction to get a little relief. I start to thrust my hips into his.

I whimper in frustration.

I can feel Jensen chuckle into my breast.

“All in good time, Perse.” He begins leaving a trail of wet kisses down my large stomach and pauses when he reaches my pants.

He undoes them slowly, knowing that the slow pace will frustrate me. Asshole.

He’s finally taking them off and then I realize that the bastard left my panties on.

He gets in between my legs and begins to teasingly make-out with my pussy through my panties. I grabbed his hair roughly and try to press him closer. He stays where he is.

After a moment, he moves my panties to the side to better lick at me. He licks at me like a little kitten before he begins penetrating me with his tongue.

He fucks his tongue into me and then he moves to my clit. He sucks and licks at me until he knows I’m close. He slides in two fingers as he sucks my clit harder. He pistons his fingers until he feels me convulsing around them. My back arches and I let out a load moan. His mouth doesn’t let up on my clit until he knows that my body has calmed down.

I lie in bed like jell-o as he removes all of his clothes.

Once he is bare to me, he comes up the bed and kisses me. I don’t mind the taste of my juices on his tongue, not when I can mostly taste him anyway. He pulls away to stroke himself before positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes and all I can see is his love and adoration for me in them. I begin to tear up at the intensity of his feelings for me. It’s been so long since he’s looking at me like this. He tells me that he loves me as he’s pushing slowly into me. I respond in kind with a fierce kiss. He bottoms out and stays like that for a moment. It feels so good to feel full of my husband again.

Neither of us is in a rush to find completion. We’re both just content to feel this physically intimate connection of our bodies. We continue to kiss until our bodies begin to move of their own accords. We’re just going with the flow and taking our time.

Both his hands find mine and places them above our heads. I love the feeling of being trapped by his larger body on top of mine.

All too soon, it feels like, Jensen is thrusting faster to spill his seed inside of me. I’m getting close too. He takes one of his hands from mine and begins to rub at my clit to help me reach my climax. I’m silently screaming my release after I feel his. There is something about feeling him spill inside of me.

Jensen collapses on top of me and I cling to him like a monkey, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. I kiss the back of his head after he lays it on my shoulder as we get our breathing back to normal. I’m not ready to feel to emptiness of his cock quite yet so when he tries to pull away, I squeeze my thighs tighter and mumble not yet. He followed my wishes and allowed me to keep his cock warm for a little while longer. He knows how much I love cock warming –sexual situations or not.

Half an hour later he made me release him so that I could go use the restroom. As much I hate to feel the emptiness of no longer having his cock inside of me, I would hate to receive a vaginal infection even more. After using the bathroom like women should after having sex, I climbed back into bed with my husband. Neither of us bothered to put any clothes back on before falling sleep.

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[everywhereallofthetime]

Some Girl ... Part 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None.

Notes: This fic used to be entitled "Unexpected", in case any of the few who read it when I initially posted it stumble across this again.

// * // * //

Saturday / 17 July 2021

It was a gorgeous, mid-July, Saturday afternoon in suburban Toronto. Warm, but not as humid as Ontario was known to be during the summer. Charlotte was at her aunt Elisa’s house, the house she herself had lived in during her high school years.

“I said I’d come over early to help, not do all the work while you play with Bash,” she chuckled, tucking a loose strand of her long, wavy, chocolate caramel hair, behind her ear. Sebastian, or Bash for short, was Charlotte’s six-month-old son.

“He’s my first grandbaby,” she said.

“Who you just saw two weeks ago.”

“He has already changed so much in two weeks,” she murmured against Sebastian’s chubby cheek, making him giggle. “Do you think his eyes are going to stay blue, like yours?”

“I’ll see what his pediatrician says at Monday’s checkup, but yes, I think so.”

Sebastian wasn’t technically Elisa’s grandchild, but Charlotte never corrected her. She may as well be. Elisa had taken Charlotte into her home when Charlotte and her brother Jonah’s parents were killed in a car accident the summer before she started high school.

Jonah hadn’t moved in as he was going into college. Instead of postponing for even a semester, he chose to throw himself into college life as his way to cope with the loss. She wished he would have been there for her for that first five months; she had been grieving, too.

Elisa was her mother’s younger sister. She had quickly become a second mother to Charlotte, and Jack, Elisa’s husband, had been like a surrogate father. Jack’s son Mason, who was going to be a sophomore at York that fall, was more of a younger brother to her than a cousin.

// * // * //

Charlotte entered the living room with Sebastian on her hip. He had just woken up from a nap and had been fed and changed. Elisa was moving the liquor from the cabinet to the tray on the console table.

“We’re a little low on liquor,” Elisa mused.

“It looks like enough to me,” Charlotte said. “Who else is coming?”

“Aside from the four of us and Bash, Beth and Lyle, Annie, Didi and Will, Josh, Dougie, and Rob. Zak and Tori said they might stop by, but you know them.”

“Yes means maybe, maybe means probably not,” she chuckled. “No Valerie?”

“Girls weekend with Abigail and Morgan. They really should have asked you; we could’ve taken Bash for the weekend.”

Charlotte shrugged. “I’d much rather be here with all of you, than with Valerie and the twins.” Which was true enough.

Valerie was Diana (Didi) and Will's daughter, sister to Josh and Doug, and the only female cousin she had near her own age. Abigail and Morgan were twin sisters, and Valerie’s best friends. It would be nice to at least be considered every once in a while, but in all honesty, they hadn’t really been close since they were young.

“I’ll take Bash for a walk over to LCBO,” Charlotte said as Elisa dropped a kiss on his head.

“Oh honey, he can stay here. Your uncle should be back soon.”

“I’d actually like to take him out. It’s so nice today and he loves walks. Besides, you still have to make your spinach dip, and mix your marinade for the steaks. And Jack will have things to do, too.”

As Charlotte got Sebastian settled into his stroller, he starting babbling in excitement.

“Are you good if we take our time?”

“Yes, you’ve been a tremendous help,” Elisa answered. “Thank you, Sweetie.”

“So, what all should I grab?”

“Some Belvedere or Grey Goose, Patrón, and a bottle of good rum.”

“Vodka, tequila, and rum. Gotcha. Text me if you think of anything else... Come on baby, let’s blow this joint,” she said, giving Sebastian’s belly a little tickle.

// * // * //

Charlotte sighed. She was 5’7”, but still had trouble reaching things on high shelves. She was afraid if she tried reaching any further, her sundress would ride too high, and she’d treat everyone around her to a glimpse of her lacy underwear.

She was about to go in search of a store employee when she heard a pleasant, masculine voice ask from behind her, “Can I help?”

She turned to see a tall, dark-eyed young man in black gym shorts and a white V-neck t-shirt. His dark curls were pulled off of his forehead by a headband and a few days’ worth of dark stubble covered his cheeks and chin, with a little above his upper lip. He had amazing lips. Even though he looked a little worse for wear, she wouldn’t deny that he was still incredibly attractive. He stood over six feet and would be able to easily reach the top shelf. “Just one?”

“Yes, thank you,” she smiled. He pulled the bottle of Belvedere from the shelf and handed it to her. “It’s not for me. I mean, I might have a drink. My family is getting together tonight.”

“You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I appreciate that. People see a young mother with her baby in a liquor store and make assumptions.”

He reached down and ran his fingertips through her son’s dark, wavy hair. Sebastian looked up and gave the young man a two-toothed smile. A return smile flitted across a face that seemed to have almost forgotten how.

He was insanely beautiful when he smiled. She knew that because she knew him.

“Can I help you with anything else?” he asked.

“You don’t have to. But thank you.”

“I honestly don’t mind.” He graced her with another small smile.

“Well, in that case, I also need tequila and a good bottle of rum.”

// * // * //

The young man looked truly delighted when Sebastian reached out and wrapped his small hand around his pinky finger.

Charlotte, standing before the shelves of rum, noticed, and offered, “His name is Bash.”

“Bash?”

“Short for Sebastian. He’s a good judge of character,” she smirked. “And I’m Charlotte.”

“Shawn.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Shawn,” she smiled.

// * // * //

Shawn followed Charlotte to the register. He must have been craving some sort of connection with someone as he hadn’t left her side all through the store. She didn’t mind being that for him. He was still a little broken; if she could help him in any way, she was happy to.

“Are you not getting anything for yourself?” she asked when she saw that he was empty-handed.

“I was thinking about it, I walked in intending to, but no. I’m good.” He found he truly meant that. In that moment he felt more like himself, the way he used to be.

// * // * //

Pausing just outside of the store, Shawn built up the courage to ask Charlotte, “May I walk with you for a while? I’m sorry; is that a weird thing to ask?” he wondered. “If I’m making you feel uncomfortable, please tell me.”

“I’m surprisingly not uncomfortable. And that would be nice, but are you sure you don’t have better things to do? Somewhere else you’d rather be?”

“Honestly, no. I’ve just been out walking. I needed to clear my head.”

“My aunt’s house is only a few blocks from here, but I was planning to take the long way back through the park. Bash loves his walks, and I certainly wouldn’t mind the company.”

She could see relief in the slight upturn of his mouth and contentment settle in his eyes as he fell in step beside her.

“Do you live in Ajax too, or nearby?” he asked.

“We live downtown, at the LakeShore.”

“What? That’s crazy. I live downtown, at Reve.”

Shawn had looked at a couple of the condos at the LakeShore before he settled on Reve.

Charlotte had said ‘we’, but did that mean just her and her son? He was almost afraid to ask if she lived with her husband, although she wasn’t wearing a ring. Maybe a boyfriend? Sebastian’s dad, most likely. But why wasn’t he here then? Was he back at her aunt’s house waiting on them? He didn’t know why the possibility of her having a significant other even slightly displeased him.

It seemed as though she could read his thoughts when she said, “It’s just Bash and I.”

He felt the blood fill his cheeks. He was about to ask her how she knew what he was thinking when she continued, with a small laugh, “It’s all in your eyes. I can usually read people well anyway, but I don’t know; it seems really easy with you.”

“I will never be able to lie to you. Is that what you’re saying?” he smirked.

Charlotte was so pleased to see him smiling. If she could say she helped Shawn Mendes get his smile back, her heart would be happy.

“I don’t believe you’re much of a liar to begin with, but no,” she smiled back. “What are you doing in Ajax if you live downtown?”

“My family is in Pickering. I was visiting when I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I even left my dog behind; I don’t usually go anywhere without him...

“Have you ever had those moments?”

“I think we all have those moments from time to time.”

// * // * //

Shawn and Charlotte continued to chat while they made their way to the entrance of the park. Simple things. Nothing too personal. She let him guide the conversation.

Shawn took over pushing Sebastian’s stroller when Charlotte paused to pull her hair into a messy bun. He couldn’t help but notice her legs when the hem of her dress rose to mid-thigh, and the graceful length of her bare neck now that her hair was up.

Just inside, Charlotte took a deep breath and smiled. “It’s so beautiful here. Would you mind if we sat for a few minutes?”

“Not at all.”

They paused at a park vendor and grabbed a couple of bottles of water before settling on a bench, nearly hip to hip. Shawn turned the stroller around so Sebastian was facing them.

Charlotte couldn’t help but notice Shawn’s mouth, jawline, and neck as he drank down a third of his bottle at once. He was so handsome she was having a hard time not reacting to him. She tore her eyes from him and concentrated on her kid instead.

Shawn started making faces at Sebastian and tickling his neck and belly.

“You look like you want to hold him,” she grinned.

“I do,” he chuckled.

“Go for it.”

He unbuckled the stroller belt and lifted Sebastian into his arms and onto his lap. “I love babies.”

“No, really? I couldn’t tell,” she smirked.

“How old is he?”

“He’ll be six months in four days.”

“He’s adorable.”

“I agree, although I could be biased,” she tittered. “Do you want kids someday?”

“Absolutely. I always thought I’d be a good dad.”

“Somehow I know you will be,” she smiled softly.

// * // * //

Part 2

[mrs-harkness]

Run To Me (Part 4)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 2.5k

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

TW: Brief mention of vomiting. I don’t want anyone getting triggered, so I would rather be overly cautious!

A/N: If you would like to be on a tag list for this fic, please add a comment below or shoot me a message! Excited about the next chapter, things are coming. Again thank you for the love. I am having so much fun writing this and it means even more when you have people who enjoy reading it!

Even though it had been four whole days since the accident, you were not feeling better. Diane had said that the day after was supposed to be the worst, but it seemed like you felt weaker each day. Diane was keeping a close eye on you though, making sure you weren't running a fever and that the road rash and cuts weren't getting worse. She said if you got any weaker, she would bring you to the local urgent care to make sure something serious wasn't going on.

Though you weren't feeling well, you enjoyed the days spent with Diane in the quiet little house, just the two of you. You had learned a lot about each other in the past few days, developing a routine with one another that always ended the day with a cup of that nasty ass tea, but deep and sweet conversation.

You hadn't gone into too much detail about your past quite yet, about your mother or father or what it was like in the foster home. You shared mainly surface level things and funny memories that were light hearted. You knew the heavier stuff would be discussed eventually. Although you were choosing to keep the painful memories of your past to yourself for the time being, Diane had opened to you almost immediately.

You found out she didn't have parents either, her mother dying when she was a child and she was married when she was very young, to an abusive husband that left her for another woman only a year and a half into the marriage. Soon after she found out she was pregnant and she decided to not reach out to her ex-husband and to just raise the baby on her own. Unfortunately she developed high blood pressure and delivered the baby too soon, and she died in Diane's arms before she even had time to discuss options. Her name was Chloe and Diane chose to live a quiet life after that. She moved to Washington only a few years ago and put herself into teaching, science, and her garden. She always wanted a child, but she was just never able have one again.

When she told you that, your heart broke for her. Of course she was so willing to take you home with her. She was lonely! She had promised to take care of you, but you knew as soon as you were back on your feet, you were going to try and care for her too. In whatever way she would let you. You weren't Chloe, and you could never be Chloe, but you could love her with all your heart.

It had been another rough day, as you had suddenly developed a bad headache and had felt queasy for most of it. You didn't really eat much of your dinner, pushing it around your plate. You didn't want to tell Diane you had vomited up breakfast. If she knew you were barely keeping things down, she may get worried.

Diane cleared the plates from the table and brought them to the sink. She noticed you didn't eat more than a few bites. She didn't say anything but turned to you and smiled.

"How about you go ahead and sit on the couch? I'll be there in just a minute," she said quietly. Her voice had seemed to grow more gentle towards you each day.

You smiled wearily and went to the living room, lazily sitting down on the couch. It could have only been a few minutes, but you somehow managed to fall asleep. You were constantly tired and wanting to nap. Diane said it was a good sign because it meant your body was trying to heal itself.

You were woken up by the couch dipping under Diane's weight. You opened your eyes and saw her smiling at you, holding a bowl of something brown. It smelled sweet and you looked at her suspiciously.

"What's that? No tea tonight?" you asked, hopeful.

Diane chuckled and pulled out two spoons, sticking it into the bowl.

"No, no tea tonight. I don't want you to get too much of those herbs and vitamins. And this, it's brownie batter. Me and my friends as teenagers would make a bowl of it and eat it as we talked about boys and school and our dreams," she said, picking up a spoon and licking off the chocolate from it.

You couldn't help but smile as you took a spoon and licked at it cautiously. You had never had the stuff and it was intoxicating. You shoved the whole spoon in your mouth, ready to inhale the entire bowl.

Diane laughed and pulled the bowl towards her.

"Alright, alright speedy... don't eat it too fast. You'll get sick."

You forced yourself to go slower, but the moment Diane turned around you would be sure to put as much of it in your mouth that would fit. This was worth getting sick over. Diane stared at you, drinking up the image of you enjoying the treat she had brought.

"You know," Diane hummed, "I always thought I'd do this one day with my daughter. Make it a tradition and she'd tell me her secrets and we would be best friends."

You're heart ached in your chest. You knew she meant Chloe and you knew she would rather her be on the couch than you. Suddenly the batter didn't taste as sweet. You put the spoon into the bowl and left it there. You looked up at Diane and saw she was almost beaming at you though.

"I'm glad I get to do it with you," she said, picking up the spoon with her other hand and letting you eat off it.

You felt really confused, but happy at the same time. You knew you weren't her daughter, but sometimes the way she said things or looked at you, it was like she wanted you to be. As if that's how she saw you. You weren't sure if you saw her as a mother though, you didn't really know what that felt like. It was complex for you.

"So, Y/n, tell me. What did you do with your friends? Did you have any special traditions with the girls?" Diane asked, eating another spoon of the batter, it dripping onto her lips.

It broke you from your anxious thoughts and had you now thinking about your past. It wasn't that much better but at least it would keep you talking.

"Well, I really wasn't in one place long enough to make any traditions with my friends. But me and my foster sister, the one who lives in town, we would go and sneak out of our group home and head to the woods behind it. The woods had fireflies in them and we would go see the 'light shows' and talk about a bunch of different things. What our families could have been like, what we were going to do when we aged out, the issues we had at the home."

You remembered those nights fondly, some of the few good memories you had growing up. You wondered if there were any woods in the area and if they had fireflies. Maybe you could go and see a 'light show' for old times sake. You would ask your sister when you saw her. But you needed to call her first.

"Uh Diane, could I possibly use your phone?"

Diane suddenly stiffened, the spoon thudding back into the batter. Her face seemed to harden just for a moment before quickly returning to the warm look she often gave you. It took her a moment to respond, making the air between you thick for some reason.

"Sure. Are you okay?" she said, her voice sounding concerned.

She seemed like she was worried and you wondered if she thought she had upset you.

"Oh yeah! I'm fine. I just actually wanted to call my sister and let her know I made it here and that I'm safe and see when she wanted to meet up," you said in a confident tone, hoping to ease her mind.

Her face seemed to twitch and she swallowed hard, clearing her throat. She smiled at you though and you just shrugged off her strange reaction. She pointed to the kitchen where the phone hung on the wall. Diane had phones with chords still in her house, which you found charming, but also a little inconvenient that you couldn't step outside.

"You're welcome to call your foster sister," she said, saying the word 'foster' strangely, "I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for bed to give you some privacy."

She smiled at you and brushed your hair behind your ear before getting up and heading to her room. You waited until you could no longer hear her footsteps before leaning over the brownie bowl and quickly stuffing your mouth with as much batter as you could. As soon as you swallowed it all, you realized you may have made a mistake, but you could regret it later.

You walked over to the phone and pressed the buttons to the number you had memorized by heart. You felt nervous suddenly even though nothing had changed and you had just talked to her a week ago. Your heart race increased with each ringer, anxious to hear her voice.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice on the other side of the phone croaked.

"Mandy? Mandy, its Y/n."

There was some rustling on the other side of the line and you were pretty sure you had woken Mandy up, but you knew she wouldn't mind.

"Hey! I was wondering when I would hear from you. I was a little worried. You were supposed to call me like two days ago," she yawned.

"Yeah I'm sorry. I had a little set back. But I'm here in town and I'm staying with a woman I met-"

Mandy cut you off with a very obnoxious "Ooooohhhhhh!"

"Shut up. It's not like that. She's just a really good friend that I was lucky enough to meet. Now before you say anything else stupid, when and where do you want to meet?"

Mandy chuckled on the other end. She knew you hated being picked on and anytime she sensed even the possibility of making you uncomfortable, she had to crack a joke.

"Well, I have class tomorrow, but I am free after lunch. There is a nice little coffee shop book store on Howard. You can meet me there at like 2PM. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, that's perfect. I can't wait. I've missed you so much Mandy," you said, tears prickling at your eyes.

"I've missed you too lighting bug. So tell me, who is this lady you are-"

Suddenly Mandy's voice cut off. You pulled the phone away from your ear, not even hearing a dial tone. You messed with the phone for a moment before realizing the line was dead.

"Diane?" you called out, sticking your head around the corner.

Diane was right there, breathing heavy as if she had been running. She startled you and you stared at her, mindlessly passing the phone to her.

"Your phone line went dead," you mumbled.

Diane put the phone to her ear and pressed a few buttons before hanging up.

"I'll call the phone company in the morning. Sometimes someone hits a line and the whole thing goes dead. Were you able to call your friend though?" she asked, leaning against the wall.

You noticed she said friend this time, but you brushed it off. She didn't know the bond you and Mandy shared.

"Yes! I did. I'm going to meet her tomorrow for lunch."

Diane didn't hid her discomfort this time.

"Y/n, I don't think that's a good idea. You're still very weak. You didn't even eat dinner. I don't think you should go out by yourself. Maybe I should go with-"

"No. It's okay. I'll be fine for a couple of hours. I won't be running a marathon, just having a coffee with my sister."

You wanted to spend time with Mandy by yourself and while you appreciated the thought of Diane going with you, you were still an adult no matter how young you looked. It didn't help that at the moment the brownie batter was now fighting against you and you were hunched over slightly.

"Well maybe consider letting me drive you to town? I need to run some errands anyway so I can drive you and that way if you feel like you need to lay down or rest I wouldn't be far."

You would need a ride to town, but you just weren't sure.

"Let me sleep on it. I hate to think I would be using you just for a ride. And-" before you could finish, you start having a coughing fit. Coughing was nothing new to you thanks to the asthma, but this wasn't that. This was the batter.

You tried to keep it down, but it was too late. You threw up, all over yourself, all over the floor, and even on Diane's slippers. You expelled everything you had eaten that day and more and it took a moment before you stopped gagging, laying in a ball on the floor.

Suddenly fear over took you as you saw yourself and the floor covered in vomit. You know your mom would be so mad when she saw it and you would get punished. You didn't want to be punished. You began to cry and you scooted away until your body hit the wall.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to," you cried. You forgot where you were and suddenly you were back at home. You didn't like going back.

Diane quickly ran over to you, not phased by the vomit and held you in her arms. You fought her off at first but she shooshed you and smoothed your hair, holding you close to her. She knew a flashback when she saw one. She held you and whispered in your ear. It took a moment but eventually you came back to present day. You still felt sick, you now smelled awful, your head hurt, and you were embarrassed. For the first time since you had met Diane, you felt tears prickle you eyes and instead of hiding them, you let them flow.

You cried in Diane's arms as she rocked you back in forth, and you apologized over and over again. You weren't sure if you were saying sorry because you had thrown up on her or if it was because she lost her daughter or because you were the mess of a person she felt fate brought her. She kissed your head and took your face in her hands. She wiped your tears with the pads of her thumb and looked at you with tears in her eyes too.

"Hey. It's okay. Stop apologizing. You're safe now Y/n."

She pulled you back to her chest again and wrapped her arms around you tight as if she would never let you go.

"I've got you," she whispered, over and over.

"I've got you, and I'm not letting go."

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Finding Tomorrow - Chapter 5

MASTERLIST

Overview: It started with a chance meeting, a bold request, and a book. With a past full of loss and a future centered on searching for something more, one person may make all the difference in what tomorrow could bring.

Pairing: DylanxReader

Word Count: 2,053 (this one’s a bit of a filler chapter, more action to come later ;)

Warnings: language

Soundtrack for Ch5: “Seven” by Sleeping At Last

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It takes him a few seconds to remember where he is when he wakes up.

Dylan blinks the sleepy haze from his eyes and sits up on the couch, arms extending above his head in a stretch. Y/N and Zeke are nowhere to be seen, but the dinner plates from last night have disappeared, and in their place sits a bright pink sticky note.

He picks it up with a smile and reads -

Coffee is in the fridge.

He stands up and scans the room for a clock to determine the time. A manual one in the shape of a dinosaur hangs above the mantle and informs him it’s about half past six.

Dylan makes his way into the kitchen and pauses upon seeing another sticky note on the fridge. He pulls it off -

I know we just met a few days ago. I know we don’t really know what this is. But...

He flips the note over, but nothing is on the back. He opens the fridge and sees a cup of coffee on the top shelf with a third note attached to it.

...I know I want you to stick around.

He picks up the mug, and a final note appears from underneath it.

I’m out in the garden.

He closes the fridge with a smile, finds his almost dry shoes, and heads outside.

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I’d woken up well before Dylan did, curled up against his side, his arm around me and mine draped over his stomach. I’d laid there for a long time, watched the sun start to make its way through the blinds as his chest rose and fell evenly alongside a steady heartbeat.

Peace. It’s the only way I can describe it, a peace I hadn’t felt since I got the phone call from the hospital that day telling me my husband had been in an accident. But it’s also an uneasy sense of settlement, because the tangibility of Dylan feels ephemeral, like he can and will disappear at any second.

My brain was wide awake, so I’d stealthily slipped out from underneath his arm, made some cold brew coffee, left a trail of notes for him to find upon waking up, and went to sit with Zeke in the garden to process through my many thoughts.

“Hey.” I look up as he walks over and joins me on the bench, one arm immediately finding its way around my shoulders while the other hand holds his coffee. “I’m surprised I fell asleep.”

I relax comfortably against his side and adjust the blanket I’d brought out with me around my bare legs. “I don’t even think I made it to the end of the movie.”

“Yeah, no, you definitely didn’t.”

I crane my neck to look at him. “Wait, did you make it to the end?”

“Of course, it’s ‘Gladiator’. The ending is the best part.”

I speak in concurrence with my brain’s processing of his words. “So… you chose to stay.”

He takes a sip of his coffee and then pulls me closer into his side. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“What does that mean?”

He pauses, thinking. “I don’t know. I just know I wanted to stay...so I did.”

It’s a fair answer. Honestly, I don’t know how I would have answered my own question. I know that I love spending time with him, talking to him, just sitting here with him. I know he helps still my restlessness, and I also know that deep in my bones there’s still that itch, that drive forward, the desire to move towards something else before what I’m currently existing in becomes tainted, a new adventure to counteract the possibility for stagnancy.

“I’ve been making plans to travel to Colorado for a few weeks, once I got the van fixed,” I say quietly, “and now…now I’m not sure if I should go anymore.”

“Why not?” he asks, pulling away slightly so he can see my face better. “That sounds awesome, and I’ll be stuck in Canada soon for filming, so it’s not like I’d be around here to see you.”

My teeth find my bottom lip, chewing gently. His hand is suddenly on the side of my face, a few fingers under my chin tilting it up, brown eyes intently capturing mine. “Hey, you should never give up something like that for me, for anyone. If that shit makes you happy, you keep doing it, and don’t let anyone or anything stop you.”

I nod, not trusting my voice, and he drops his hand to draw me back against him.

I swallow and manage the next few words as a whisper. “Do you want to stay? Do you want me to stick around? Because it wouldn’t be hard for us to disappear from each other’s lives. It’s only been three days.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s just… I don’t want to complicate things for you,” I say, growing more adamant with each word. “I don’t want to be a burden, a regret. Your life is about to get really busy, and I don’t want to be the one who holds you back in some way. So we can end this, now, while everything is on a good note, and then we won’t have to-”

“Wait, wait, wait, slow down,” he interjects, setting his coffee down. This time when he lets go of me, he turns so that he can grasp both of my shoulders in his hands. “Do you want that?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want-”

“Actually, it really fucking does.”

I avoid his determined gaze and look down, and that’s when I notice pink paper sticking out of the pocket of his shorts. I pinch the edges of them with my fingers and lift them out, holding the notes up for both of us to see.

“This is what I want. I meant it.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Stick around?”

“Hell yes.”

He’s smiling, and my cheeks mimic his. “So… what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’ll be at Comic-con,” he reminds me, releasing his grip on my shoulders.

“Shoot, that’s right.”

A pause, then-

“Come with me.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Go with you?”

“Yeah, why the hell not?”

“Um....” I immediately think of a dozen reasons why I shouldn’t go with him, why I can’t go with him. And then I look at his expectant face, at his unsure smile, at his eyes, watching, waiting for my response. “...Okay?”

His grin becomes more confident. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, trying to sound self-assured, “why the hell not?” Zeke comes into my peripherals, rolling on his back in the grass. “Shit, I don’t know if my dog sitter will be able to watch Zeke on such short notice.”

“Call her,” Dylan says. “Where’s your phone at?”

I reach into my pocket to pull it out and am reminded that it’s not the only thing I have in there. “Oh, hey, I have your phone. The rice did it’s thing.” I place it into his hand and go into my contacts to pull up the number for the local college student I’d found who watches Zeke for me from time to time. I dial and hold my phone up to my ear.

“Hello?” Her voice comes through the speaker after the second ring. “Y/N, what’s up?”

Dylan nudges me with his elbow, prompting words to form. “Hey, Melody, I have a really inconsiderate and kind of desperate request.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, could you maybe watch Zeke this weekend?”

“Umm…possibly? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yes, everything is fine. I just got a last minute invitation to go somewhere and I can’t take him with me.”

Dylan leans in my direction, “Tell her you can pay her double.”

I give him an incredulous look, but he just gestures for me to keep talking. “And, uh, my associate here is authorizing me to pay you double the normal rate.”

“Man, you really are desperate. Okay, let me move some things around in my schedule. I’ll text you in a bit, but I can make it work.”

To my surprise, it’s a feeling of anxiety, not relief, that begins to creep in on me. Because this is actually about to happen, and I’m not entirely sure if I’m crazy for doing it or if I’m even ready to try.

“Thanks, girl, you’re the best. I’ll Venmo you the money soon and leave the key in its usual spot.”

“Perfect. What time are you leaving today?”

I look to Dylan to answer that one. He holds up one finger, checks a message on his phone, and then three more join it.

“Around four. I’ll feed him before I go. And there’s leftover casserole in the fridge, so help yourself to that and anything else you find.”

“Sounds good, Y/N. I’ll text you in a bit to confirm everything.”

“Great, thanks so much.”

“Sure thing. Bye!”

I end the call and let out a deep sigh. “I guess I need to go pack. And shower. And probably run Zeke. But not in that order… backwards from that order. What exactly should I be bringing? Do I need to book a hotel room? They probably won’t even have one available this late in the game. What city are we going to again? I want to check the weather for rain. And I have a shift at the coffee shop and the bookstore that I’ll have to call out of.”

“Okay, um, one question at a time would be great,” Dylan says. He looks me over, and I wish I could hide the anxious creases around my eyes that I clearly feel. “You good?”

I nod a few times too many. “Yeah, just processing.”

“Alright, well, let’s start by getting inside, eat some food, and we’ll take it from there. Don’t worry about getting to Comic-con; I’ll be here at four to pick you up. And for the hotel room, I’m sure you can crash in mine or with the girls.”

“And by the girls, you mean Holland and Shelley.”

“Crystal should be there, too. Pretty sure the whole gang is going to make it out for this one.”

“Oh god.” The anxiety grows as the thought of meeting the entire cast becomes an enlightened reality. Part of me has always wanted to meet them, but that was the fantasizing part of me, where it was just a nice scenario in my head. Now the real me, the one about to actually live it out, just feels nauseous.  

“Come on-” he stands from the bench and offers me an extended hand- “we’ve got this.”

“But do we?” I sound a bit sick. Hell, I might actually be sick in a minute. From excitement, nervousness, anxiety? A bit of all of the above.

He tugs me inside the house and we forage for breakfast. I go through the motions of feeding Zeke, changing into athletic clothes, and lacing up my sneakers for a run while Dylan dresses in his dirty clothes from yesterday and waits for me by the front door.

The three of us walk out together, and for the first time I see the vehicle that he’d driven over in.

“It’s the Jeep!”

He laughs and swings the keys around on his finger. “Yep. Best damn thing I could have taken from the show.”

“I’ll say.” I run my hands along the metal hood and peer inside. “This is awesome.”

“I’ll have to take you out for a drive in it someday.”

“Um, yes please.”

He opens the driver’s door and hops inside. “So I’ll be back at four. Text me if you need anything before then.”

“Text? You mean message. On Twitter?”

“Nope,” he says with a mischievous grin.

He starts the Jeep and backs out of my driveway before I can ask him anything else. I open my phone and go into the text messages. There’s a new one there, Dylan’s name on the banner.

You look cute when you sleep.

Right below the words is a picture of me with my head on his shoulder, half of his face in the frame smiling cheesily at the camera.

I zip my phone into my pocket, tighten my hold on Zeke’s leash, and take a deep breath.

“Alright, boy, let’s do this.”

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 7

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 6 | Chap 7 The Accidental Family 

Disclaimer: fluff and mild bit of angst

Word count: 1.790

Author’s note: Okay, this was so much fun! And, I know it’s a little early, but let me hereby send you my well wishes for the new year. May the new year be accident-free, healthy, happy..and hopefully involving some much missed hugs with friends and family!  ❤️

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How much can change in three months? Apparently everything. Just three months ago Henry had been the lead actor in a successful tv hit-series, father to a brood of children at home whom he barely ever saw in between shoots. Then, one unfortunate accident on his motorcycle later, he forgot about the life he had led the past 5 years, the scars beneath his hairline reminding him that it wasn’t a dream; this was real. One day he was a single man, the next he was a husband and dad.

And now here he lay, in bed, four kids sprawled atop him, a slight sheen of sweat covering his hairy chest as he woke from a restless dream, his limbs all tangled with his children who were still fast asleep. 

It was the end of summer and they sure felt like tiny little furnaces, their hands and feet poking awkwardly in his ribs and thighs. 

Not that he’d ever complain. 

They had been the most happy little outcome of one not so happy accident; where he had dreamed and wished and hoped for a family five years ago, here it was. All feet, clingy, sweaty hands, and drooling, snotty noses that prevented him from moving, even if he wanted to.

Trying his best to reach out his right arm, he blindly searched for the soft skin of the other adult in this bed; another happy outcome of the accident. A wife, her fingers entangling with his as she slowly sat up a little, Piper, one of the twins clinging to her neck like a little koala bear.

‘Hey,’ She murmured, squeezing his hand.

Henry grumbled something indiscernible, Phoebe’s chuckle warm in Henry’s heart as she slowly shook her head, falling back into her pillow. All the while, Piper could not give a damn about her mother waking up; she remained completely knocked out, arms hooked around her mom’s neck as she dreamed about becoming an elephant trainer..or perhaps an equestrian - the strong headed little girl hadn’t quite decided yet. 

‘We need a bigger bed.’ Henry yawned, trying his best to stretch out his legs, only to be welcomed with groaning children and even meaner hands fisting into his chest hair. ‘Ooooph. Okay. Max. Maxxy-max. Wakey-wakey.’ Henry tried.

‘No.’ The youngster said, smiling with shut eyes as he kept his hand firmly fisted into his father’s chest hair.

‘Yes.’

‘No.’

‘Well, what I say goes. And it’s a yes from me.’

Max finally opened his blue eyes, his lips jutting out in disagreement. ‘But you told us we could be in bed ALLLLL day.’

‘I said all morning. Since you all slept the whole night through, the lot of you. But now it’s time for some food. And Kal needs a walk - as do you.’

‘But he’s a big dog,’ Max whined, splaying out his limbs, hitting little Cole smack-bang in the face.

‘WAAAAAAAAA.’ The young one cried, but Max didn’t care, continuing undisturbed:

‘..and big dogs can take care of themselves.’

‘Ah, so you did listen yesterday. Haha. Now..Is this you telling me you’re going to make us breakfast? Are you a big boy?’

‘No!’

Henry snickered as the young boy shot an annoyed look at Cole who was crying his eyes out. Cole seemed to have an endless supply of tears - and every single little thing could get the toddler to show just how good he had gotten at crying. 

‘Pfft dadddyyyy.’ Max sighed.

‘Yes?’ Henry smirked as the boy let go off his chest hair. 

‘Only if its pancakes.’

The other children also blinked open their eyes; ‘PANCAKES?!!!’ 

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Yawning with mild exhaustion, Phoebe shuffled into the kitchen, being welcomed by the smell of pancakes, freshly ground coffee and something sticky that was now dragging behind her slipper.

‘Shit,’ She mumbled, looking down at the sticky wrapper that had stuck to her slipper, smearing something honey-gold over the kitchen floor. ‘dammit.’

Looking up, she wanted to ask Henry for a wet cloth to clean up, only to notice that he had totally zoned out, slightly melancholic eyes staring out at the kitchen island as he leaned into the kitchen counter.

‘Babe?’

Henry looked up, blinking away his thoughts.

‘You okay?’ Phoebe kicked off her soiled slipper, walking with one bare, one slippered foot towards him, the children all somehow keeping it relatively quiet at the kitchen table as they snacked on their favourite breakfast.

‘Yea..’ Henry’s melancholic eyes wrinkled as he forced a gentle smile, hiding what was going on being those crystal blues.

For a moment Phoebe felt her heart sink at the sight of this. She knew there could be relapses. That it was still very likely that Henry would become overwhelmed, forget again or decide this life was not for him.

With a hesitant hand she touched his arm, his eyes looking down at where her fingers traced his skin, burning him with the gentlest of touches.  

‘I could have died that day.’ He said softly, looking at the long trail of honeyed residue that had smeared out over the kitchen floor. He sighed. ‘I could have never woken up. Left you alone in this mess.’

‘Hey..where’s all this coming from?’ Phoebe quickly looked at the kids sweetly munching on their pancakes, their faces messy with powdered sugar, before hinting they’d best have this conversation in the hallway.

‘No, no. It’s…’ Henry sighed and opened his arms for her to melt into, her body eagerly doing just that; she could never get enough of his hugs, especially now she had to savour every moment she got with him - the gnawing fear of him leaving her was present everyday, especially now the kids were back home. It wasn’t easy to fall into a life of taking care of four very demanding kids. Let alone suddenly having a wife.

Even if he might have always wished for it, it could still be too much. Would he tell her if it was too much? 

‘Feebs..don’t worry. I just, I mean. I was thinking, this morning, in bed, with the kids in our bed, I...’ He sighed and let his hand trail over her cheek, brushing a rough thumb over her smooth skin, some blond hair catching between his fingers. He looked at the gold in his hand, twirling it a little through his fingers as he felt his wife’s arms tangle around his back, pulling herself even closer to his chest.

Perhaps it was better that he lost the Witcher gig. Had to look for a different career. Perhaps he could be..home more. Could..

His eye caught the movement of one determined four year old climbing off his year, mug of juice precariously held in chubby little fingers. Anddd…

‘Sam!’ Henry called out for him, but it was too late, blue eyes looking up from his little task of walking over to his mom and dad, to miss the slipper that his mom had discarded in the sticky residue, his little mouth making a comical little “o” as he tipped forward, plastic mug falling from his fingers and…

Henry snorted out laughing as the juice flew all the way up to Phoebe’s legs, her lips letting out a little squeak as she quickly looked around.

In moments the calm kitchen was chaos again, the other kids wanting to leave the table, Sam crying out loud for thinking he had done a bad thing, Phoebe trying to clean up the mess and Henry squatting down to console the crying wee one.

‘Hey hey hey - it was only an accident. I’m here...daddy’s here.’ He wrapped his large paws around Sam’s little shoulders, pulling him in for a hug that was eagerly accepted.

Sam snottily nodded into Henry’s shirt; it was like laundry day never ended with four kids ruining every piece of clothing one could own. But, in that moment Henry didn’t care, his arm lifting up Sam before he looked back at Phoebe, who was now rinsing out the juice-soaked cloth, her midnight blues looking back at him with curiosity.

‘And in case you wondered; I’m not going anywhere mama-bear.’ He stepped in and waited for Phoebe to dry her hands before he could lean in for a kiss. 

Phoebe hung the drying towel back on it’s hook, mischievous eyes looking back at him.

‘You better not. Memory or not..you did kind of knock me up with four kids.’

‘Mommy..what’s knocking up?’ Sam blinked up at Phoebe, who now used both hands to grab Henry’s jaw and pull him in for a kiss. Henry half chuckled into the kiss, his face leaning back again so he could look down at Sam, Sam’s mouth and nose a mess after something that must have been close to inhaling the marmalade he had smeared onto his pancake.

‘Matter of fact..I think I can’t remember, either.’ Henry’s face kept a playfully unabashed facade and Phoebe couldn’t help but gasp. 

‘OH! No you…’

‘Maybe mommy could refresh my memory when we have some alone time again? Hmm?’ Henry cheeks turned up in a most mischievous smile.

‘And accidentally get me knocked up..again? Hmm? You want that?’ Phoebe laughed as Henry shrugged indifferently, not minding the idea one bit - what else was he to do with all this free time? Leaning forward she kissed him again, Sam squealing now he felt it was just a bit TOO much mommy-and-daddy-PDA for the moment.

‘Who said THAT was an accident?’ He grinned, before swiftly adding: ‘Later?’ Henry winked, carefully putting Sam back down on the clean floor. Clean for now.

Phoebe laughed and pulled him back in for another delightful mommy-daddy snog, shirts covered in kiddy drool, marmalade and what not.

‘Mmm..Sounds like a plan. I’ll make sure to ..refresh your mind.’

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Henry tugged down his shirt to be somewhat presentable after having spent most of his Sunday stretched out on the couch, reading. He wasn’t sure who’d be at the door, but he had a hunch it were the neighbours who wanted to apologise for the slightly too loud birthday party they had yesterday. 

Honestly, he hadn’t minded it one bit; he enjoyed a little bit of life in his ever quiet house. 

Turning the lock, he swung open the door, expecting the apologetic face of Rita or James..but it wasn’t either of them. Instead he was greeted by a very different apologetic face, golden locks making his heart do a confused little flip in his chest. 

Biting her lip, the blondine - Bee, was it? - shyly shuffled on her feet. 

‘Hi.’ 

Henry quickly straightened up, scolding himself for looking so terribly disheveled in his sweatpants and wrinkly white t-shirt. 

‘H-hi..Bee.’ 

‘Remember me?’ She smiled - she didn’t wear any make-up and he liked it.  

‘Of course. Ha..Eh..’ Henry felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks. ‘Want to come in?’ 

Bee smiled. ‘I hope I don’t interrupt any..-.’

‘Oh no. Please..’ He stepped away to let her inside and blabbed on: ‘I was rather bored actually. Home alone..the usual. It’s nice to see you, I thought -’

Bee halted before him, raising her eyebrows as she waited for him to quiet, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. And Bee? She laughed. Of all the scenarios that had played out in her head, this one was the sweetest, funniest, bestest thing that could have happened. For a moment she didn’t scold herself for getting much too drunk three months ago. For a moment she thought that perhaps this one tiny accident in one bathroom stall at an after party, was the start of something good. 

‘Tea? Wine? Eh...’ 

‘Oh! No wine...no..wine.’ Bee quickly followed Henry out into what she learned to be the kitchen. And what followed next was the most life changing cup of tea she ever had. 

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The End

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Remember

Pairing: Reader x Sam or Dean (Reader’s Choice)

Word Count: 3,525

Warnings: Amnesia, brief description of car accident

Bingo Square Filled: Amnesia

25 Days of Tropes Prompt: Temporary Amnesia

Summary: The reader is recovering from a car accident that caused her to temporarily lose most of her memory. She’s on her way home just in time for Christmas with her husband, whom she’s hoping will answer some of her questions.

A/N: I realize that it’s December 27th, but this is part of the 25 Days of Tropes series/collection and is also a submission for the 2020 SPN Christmas Bingo ( @spnchristmasbingo​)! In this, the reader is not American but her ethnicity is not specified. 

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“I’m sorry,” you murmured, and the man who’d barely left your side since arriving at the hospital two days ago—your husband, you reminded yourself—let out his umpteenth sigh of the hour.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“I know, I know, but—”

“Y/N,” your husband interrupted, his voice firm. “It’s okay.”

You looked down at your lap. The man continued to lace up your boots for you in silence and you only lifted your head when the nurse came in with the wheelchair you were supposed to ride down to the car. 

“Are you almost ready, Mrs. Winchester?” she asked and you nodded when she gave you a kind smile. Thankfully, she didn’t seem as nervous around you as the other nurses and doctors seemed to be, and you appreciated that she was calling you by your name. The others had just referred to you as “ma’am”, which was oddly formal, even if they were just trying to be respectful.

Your husband stood and grabbed your bag from the end of the hospital bed before you could, shaking his head at you. “I got it,” he said. “Doctor said you should take it easy.”

Scowling a little, you got to your feet and went over to the wheelchair, allowing the nurse to help you sit again. “I only hit my head. I’m not helpless.”

The nurse gave you another good-natured smile and squeezed your shoulder. “Everyone’s like this when their loved ones are recovering, sweetheart. Cut him a little slack,” she quietly told you.

The three of you left the room after that, and you noticed that you didn’t head towards the elevators you’d seen all the other released patients use to get down to the lobby. Instead, the nurse wheeled you to a smaller, staff-only elevator on the other end of the hallway.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

Your husband shifted the bag on his shoulder as the nurse pressed the button for the lower level of the hospital. “Down to the car.”

“But everyone else always takes the other elevators.” You turned in the seat to look up at him better and he gave you a tight, tired smile. 

“Yeah, well, we’re taking these. It’s closer to where we parked,” he explained.

Even though you felt like there was some valuable piece of information missing from that explanation, you sat back in the seat and waited for the doors to open again. After all, you were missing a lot of valuable information. You could remember bits and pieces of your life but it wasn’t enough to create any substantial story for you to grasp onto. You could, however, remember the things you’d bought your husband and his brother for Christmas. Apparently your brain had decided that was valuable information when it locked up the rest of your memories after the accident.

Shortly after your arrival at the hospital, you’d woken up in a panic after being unconscious since hitting your head. The first thought in your mind had been your husband. You couldn’t remember his name, but his face was crystal clear in your mind and you’d sobbed in relief as soon as he’d arrived. He was more than willing to hold you as you cried and tried to figure out exactly what you remembered from before the crash. The meager memories weren’t helpful in piecing together who you were, who he was, or anything major about your life. It was all just scattered moments from across the years. Some were happy and some were sad, but it was altogether frustrating whenever someone asked you a question and you didn’t know the answer.

Your car had hit a patch of black ice, according to the officer who’d come to get a report the day after you’d checked into the hospital for more testing. You hadn’t been able to provide him with anything useful other than that you were fairly certain the two Christmas presents you’d gone out for were in the trunk of your now totaled car. The officer had reassured you that no one else had been hurt, and for that you’d been thankful. He’d also mentioned offhand that the driver of your car was doing fine as well, which had confused you. Were you unable to drive? You were pretty sure that you remembered driving, but maybe that was something your brain was making up.

When the elevator doors finally opened, the nurse wheeled you through a dim hallway towards a set of double doors that opened outwards into a parking garage. There was a uniformed man on either side of the doors, and as you neared them, the one on the right lifted his hand to his ear and spoke quietly before dropping his arm back down to his side. They opened the doors for you and you blinked against the bright December sunlight that flooded into the basement hallway.

“I don’t understand,” you said as the nurse pushed you down the ramp into the garage. It was empty except a black car with dark, tinted windows. Another man in a suit was standing beside the back door of the car and he opened it as the wheelchair was parked a few feet away.

“It’s okay,” your husband reassured. He nodded politely at the nurse, and when you glanced back at her she was straightening up and heading back into the building with the fourth uniformed man you’d seen since getting off the elevator. 

“What is all this?”

Your husband handed the duffel bag off to the man who’d opened the car door, then took your arm and helped you stand. You were still a little dizzy and you quickly clung to his arm as someone pulled the chair away from you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Keeping your eyes closed, you gripped his arm tighter and hummed in acknowledgement of the question as you waited for the world to stop spinning.

“Y/N?”

“M’okay. Just need a second,” you mumbled.

Everyone waited silently until you opened your eyes and met the gaze of your husband. He was watching you with heavy concern and you offered him a weak smile.

“I’m okay. Just got a bit dizzy,” you said. “Car?”

He nodded and carefully helped you over to the backseat of the car, where you slid in and got comfortable on the far side of the seat. You buckled in and looked around while your husband said something to the man holding the door open, then got in himself.

The inside of the car was luxurious, with dark leather covering the seats and another seat that faced yours. There were track lights along the floor and the ceiling and you looked around in silence, taking it all in. A divider separated you from the front seat and whoever was going to be driving, which made you wonder if you were wealthier than you realized.

“You okay?”

Nodding a little, you looked over at your husband as the door was shut behind him. “Yeah. Is this our car?”

He nodded and gave you another tired smile. “Yeah, but it’s not the one you were in before. That was a different car, and it’s a different driver, too.”

“Oh.”

The back of the car fell silent and you folded your hands in your lap as you listened to someone get into the front seat and start the engine. Shortly after, the car jolted forward and you watched out the windows as the parking garage disappeared and was replaced by the city, then by long, winding roads lined with fields of snow on either side. There were barren trees farther off in the distance and you watched for a few minutes as the car sped past. Occasionally, a dark flock of birds would swirl through the air before settling on the tree branches or flying off towards wherever they spent their Christmas holiday.

“So we don’t live in the city?” you asked. You looked away from the window and your husband glanced up from his phone to nod at you. “That’s nice. I never liked the city.”

“I know. You always say that you feel like you can’t—”

“Like I can’t breathe, yeah,” you finished. Hesitantly, you reached over to touch his wrist when he looked back down at his phone. “How long have we been together?”

He turned off his phone and slipped into the pocket of his jacket. Your husband was well dressed, you noticed, but you quickly focused yourself back on what he was saying instead of how he looked (even if you did appreciate the way he looked).

“—years now. We met when your family was on vacation in the States,” he was saying. “That’s where I’m from. I grew up in Kansas, if we’re being specific.”

“Oh. And you moved here to be with me?” He nodded. “Did I not want to live in the States?”

Chuckling softly, he slouched down in the seat and took your hand in his, squeezing once before letting go. “It’s a little bit more complicated than that.”

You were about to ask what he meant by that when he glanced out the window and cursed quietly. Reaching forward, your husband picked up a plush black blanket that you hadn’t seen resting on the seat opposite you.

“I need you to do something and I need you to trust me. Can you do that, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you instantly answered. You may not remember much about this man or your relationship with him, but you knew that you trusted him wholeheartedly and that you were deeply in love with him. You could feel it deep down within you.

“I want you to lay down on the floor and put this over you,” he said, holding out the blanket. “Don’t sit up until I say it’s okay.”

You took it and did as he asked, confused but willing to do as he asked. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, Y/N. Just stay down there for me, please,” he replied.

A moment later you heard a crowd outside the car. People were shouting and you heard something hit the window, and you curled up into a ball underneath the blanket. All the noise made your head pound and your heart speed up in your chest and you squeezed your eyes shut as the car slowed to a stop. The people outside grew louder for a moment until finally the car started moving again. It took a few minutes, but the noise dissipated into silence once more and you heard your husband let out a sigh. He reached down and touched your shoulder and you carefully sat up to look at him with wide eyes.

“What was that?” you asked, and you couldn’t stop your voice from trembling as you spoke.

He gave you a sympathetic look and carefully removed the blanket from over your legs, tossing it away from you before helping you sit back up on the seat. “Nothing you need to worry about, I promise. They’re gone now.”

Nodding, you watched him for a moment more before looking out the car windows. You gasped when you saw the expansive estate that had suddenly appeared all around you. All thoughts of the noisy crowd that had seemingly surrounded the vehicle fled your mind as you took in the sight. There were cobblestone paths that wound through patches of empty ground, ones you could only assume would be teeming with life if it weren’t the dead of winter. Thick evergreen hedges bordered the paths. There was a stone fountain around which the paths all met, and several people were stringing up lights on the fountain, several barren trees, the hedges, and a white, snow-capped gazebo on the far end of the wintery garden. When you leaned over your husband to look out his window, his hand slid over your back and rested there, but you were too busy marveling at the enormous manor that was similarly decorated with strings of lights and lush green garland. It was clearly an older building. Maybe you’d inherited it? Either way, it was almost as big as the hospital and it stretched wide in either direction. A tall fir tree stood in the center of the circular driveway that would take you up to the front door. It reached up into the evening sky, and as the driver pulled the car around it, you smiled wide at the gold, silver, and red decorations that covered every inch of every branch. They glittered in the setting sun and the light cast by the black iron lamps that were around the driveway and the paths of the estate.

“This is where we live?” you wondered aloud, and you sat straight again so you could look over at your husband for an answer.

He smiled at you, clearly amused by your reactions even if it was painful for him to see you like this. “It is,” he replied.

“Are we billionaires?”

He laughed at this question, then reached over to squeeze your hand as the car rolled to a stop. “No, though I’m sure people think that. I promise I’ll explain, I just want to make sure that you’re settled first before we start talking about stuff.”

You nodded dumbly. Before you could say anything else or go back to admiring the Christmas tree out the window, the door on your husband’s side opened up and he climbed out, then reached back in to offer a hand to you. You took it and let him help you out of the car, where you were greeted by two straight rows of uniformed men and women. As you stood, they all dipped down into bows and curtsies.

“What—”

“Your Majesty,” the closest man said as he stepped forward. “It’s good to see you looking so well.”

You stared at him, bug-eyed, before swallowing hard and looking over at your husband. He still held onto your arm to support you, but he was glaring at the man who’d addressed you.

“I’m…” you trailed off, looking around you as you tried to put the pieces together. “I’m a princess?” As it left your lips, you frowned. The word felt wrong coming from you, somehow.

The man who’d spoken had the good sense to look uncomfortable, and he quickly stepped away as your husband moved to block your view of the two lines of people. You looked up at him, at a loss for words.

“No,” he told you. His voice was soft and sure, but you sensed his hesitancy. “You’re not a princess. You’re the Queen, Y/N. I’m sorry, I planned on telling you myself so it wasn’t such a shock. I was hoping you’d have remembered on your own by now.”

“I’m the… I’m the Queen?”

He nodded and kept his gentle, yet apologetic, gaze focused on you.

“So when you said that you moved here to be with me…?”

“It was because your job is here, yes,” he answered. “I wasn’t born royal. I was an American citizen.”

“And the crowd we drove through?” you asked.

“Reporters who were hoping to snap a picture of you on your way home from the hospital. We’ve done that before, usually because we’re sneaking back from a secret date. I’m surprised it didn’t trigger a memory.” The corner of his lip turned up slightly when he spoke about taking you out.

You swallowed hard and stared at the knot of his tie. “What do we do now?”

“Now I dismiss the staff and we go up to our apartment for dinner. I’ll make you something to eat, if you’re hungry, and then we can talk or you can go to bed. Whatever you want to do.”

“Do I need to… Do I have to do anything?”

He shook his head in response. Nodding back at him, you let out a sigh of relief and allowed your husband to lead you into the building through a large set of double doors that were opened for you. He moved you swiftly into an elevator. You barely had any time to take in your lavish surroundings before the doors were closing and he was sticking a key into an opening in the button panel. When he turned it, a button near the top of the panel lit up and the elevator started moving.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Our apartment. When you became Queen, you didn’t like the idea of any staff member being able to wander into our home whenever they felt like it, so you had the special lock installed. People can only come in if we let them in or if they have a key, and only one or two other people besides us have one.”

“That’s smart,” you murmured.

“Well, you’ve always been the smart one out of us.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks at the compliment. You felt as if you barely knew the man you were married to, but somehow he still made you feel as if you were his whole world.

“Somehow I doubt that. You seem like a pretty intelligent guy,” you said as you climbed off the elevator.

The apartment you stepped out into was nothing like you’d expected. It didn’t look like someplace you would expect a queen to live. It was simple and homey. Even the Christmas decorations were a far cry from the ones you’d seen on the way into the estate. You noticed as you got closer that on the tree was an eclectic collection of homemade ornaments, ornaments from various places around the world, and sparkling lights mixed with strings of popcorn. It was exactly the kind of decorations you liked, and you briefly wondered if you’d done the decorating yourself or if your husband had helped. What did he do while you were doing your work? What exactly did you do? What happened to your people if you couldn’t remember how to do your job? Would they fire you? Could you even fire a queen?

Reaching out, you pulled an ornament from one of the branches in an attempt to focus on something other than your racing thoughts. It was a small metal picture frame with holes dotted in it. They made tiny constellations and you quickly identified the Big Dipper and Orion.  The picture was of you and your husband. You were both laughing and his arm was around your shoulders. A memory tugged at the back of your mind as you hung the ornament back where you’d found it and turned back around to look for your husband.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“What do you want for Christmas?” you asked in response. 

He frowned, confused. “I just want you to get better. Don’t worry about Christmas right now.”

“No, tell me,” you insisted, shaking your head. “I need to know.”

“I—”

“You wanted a new watch, didn’t you? Because you’ve had that one since you were in college and you’d been complaining that it wasn’t working as well as it used to! That’s what I went out to get you but I couldn’t find it because… Because...” You searched your mind for the answer as he stepped closer, one hand outstretched as if he was readying himself to comfort you if you couldn’t remember. “I couldn’t find it because the driver went to the wrong store! I remember!”

A wide smile lit up his face and he took both your hands in his, squeezing gently. “That’s great, Y/N. That means that coming home was the right decision. You’re starting to remember things.”

You shook your head and ignored the bit of dizziness that came along with the movement. “No, I remember everything! I remember this—” you turned and picked up the ornament you’d put back on the tree “—because I remember that we were laughing at your brother’s reaction to the gift you’d gotten him! And I remember that we had to move the party here last minute instead of flying back to the States because there was that contract with the national union leaders that I had to take care of and we didn’t know how long it was going to take! And this year I was so worried that something else was going to come up that I rescheduled one of my meetings so that I could go get the watch for you myself. I didn’t want to have to rely on someone else to pick out the perfect gift for you, so I left the palace to go Christmas shopping!”

Laughing, your husband pulled you into his arms. He squeezed you tight and you squeezed back.

“I was so worried,” he half-laughed, half-sobbed. “I was so worried I wouldn’t get to spend Christmas with you, at least not all of you.”

“Well, you do. It’s okay. You’ve got all of me now,” you replied. You pulled away enough so that you could cup his cheek in one hand. He was teary-eyed, as were you, and you gave him a watery smile. “I’m here. Coming home was just what I needed.”

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This Week in Gundam Wing 6-12 June 2021

Here’s this week’s roundup! June 6th -12th!

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Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@destinysblackrose​

Losing my Breath https://destinysblackrose.tumblr.com/post/653297355731435520/fic-losing-my-breath-gundam-wing-heero-x

F/M, Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian

Rated M for mature. Contains smut and angst.

Before his ‘reconnaissance mission’, Heero had been coaxing her, week after week. Waiting for her to become comfortable with this aspect of their relationship. Their last 'exchange’ gave him hope that maybe, they were getting closer.

The patience of a sniper. He used to hate it. Waiting. Watching. Aching. Breathing. Boring.

At least nothing about waiting for Relena was dull.

@lemontrash​

Pride Day 5 https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/653269838365638656/pride-day-5

5 It Used to be a Different Game - 1x5 SFW - UST.

After a war and a rocky experience with ambivalent heterosexuality, Wufei is not entirely sure what to make of this situation.

@noirangetrois​

Gundam Wing Diaries https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653438898421284864/the-gundam-wing-diaries

May 8, 2000 (Monday)

Episode 46 - “Milliardo’s Decision”

May 9, 2000 (Tuesday)

Episode 47 - “Collision in Space”

Gundam Wing Diaries https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653714468147265536/the-gundam-wing-diaries

May 10, 2000 (Wednesday)

Episode 48 - “Takeoff into Confusion”

May 11, 2000 (Thursday)

Episode 49 - “The Final Victor”

Of the Sea (Ch. 11) https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653792472043077632/of-the-sea-chapter-11-archive-of

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, fairytale my way, Meroctopus!Dorothy, Slow Burn, Multi POV, POV Third Person Limited, merman au, MerMay, Fantasy Politics, mentions of abuse, Unnatural November

Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?

simulacraryn

Friday, I’m in Love https://archiveofourown.org/works/31705282/chapters/78469714

F/M, Gen, Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Hangover, Alcohol Mentions, Explicit Language, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - College/University, 1995 college au, khushrenada family has more issues than a magazine, background Treize being a gremlin, unbetaed - we die like men here

[College AU, 1995] Zechs is well aware of the upcoming social obligations that come with being friends and sharing a home with a "snob". The issue is when said friendship is actually cramping his own style, then it's time to enlist his girlfriend in order to help the friend find a better coping mechanism for the upcoming activities.

@thaiteaaddict​

Reincarnated As A Minor Villiainess and I Survived Past My Death Scene (Ch. 28) https://thaiteaaddict.tumblr.com/post/653740109010747392/i-reincarnated-as-a-minor-villainess-and-i

M/M, F/F, F/M, Heero x Duo, Trowa x Quatre, Wufei x Meilan, Dorothy x Relena

Full cast

Teen, AU - Fantasy, AU - Isekai, POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator

After being killed in a traffic accident, Duo wakes up in a medieval fantasy novel - except he’s woken up as one of the novel’s minor villains who was supposed to have died in a main character’s backstory. Intent on righting the wrongs of his novel counterpart, Duo sets out to change his fate and just maybe improve the relationship between himself and his estranged husband, Duke Heero Yuy. (Duo is isekai’d into the body of a novel’s villainess character and runs with it.)

@zaganthi​

Catered https://zaganthi.tumblr.com/post/653846550482665472/catered-zaganthi-caffiends-tzigane-gundam

M/M, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Blindfolds; Demisexuality; Dinner; First Kiss; Hand Feeding, GW Pride 2k21 – Day 13, Blindfolds; Day 17, foodplay

“I would like you to do a blind taste test.” Quatre sat down across from him on the cushion, smiling that serene little smile that he only used when he was up to something. He’d done stranger things. That smile made him a little paranoid, though. Anyone with the least bit of sense would be paranoid when Quatre looked like that.

“All right.”

“Thank you.” Wufei could see the smile, but he could also hear it in Quatre’s voice as he moved behind him.

Gnossienne https://zaganthi.tumblr.com/post/653752431378890752/gnossienne-zaganthi-caffiends-perryvic

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Aged-Up Character(s) Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Preventers (Gundam Wing); Team as Family; Domestic Bliss; Friendship; Friendship/Love; talking with exes; Double Penetration; rompy sex; Aftermath of Violence; Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery; Awareness of the trouser legs of time; Talking about Therapy; Dinner Party; Swordfighting; Enthusiastic Consent

It was as if his words constituted permission because Quatre’s smile was blinding then as was his emotional reaction - figuratively and literally because he damn well started glowing as he said in a reverent whisper “Sandrock,…”

His Gundam impossibly powered up there and then right in front of them even as Quatre literally ran towards it. This time around he really got it, he could feel Sandrock as Quatre felt him - and it was a him strangely. Just as he felt that Deathscythe was more than just metal and technology, Sandrock had a presence. How, he didn’t know but it was like seeing him reunite with a beloved family member.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@alphaikaros​

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/653299730884050944/late-mermay-post

Dorothy/Quatre, fanart

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/653860625645256704

Relena/Heero, fanart

@anukisart​

https://anukisart.tumblr.com/post/653291417640304640/first-anime-crush-right-here

Heero Yuy, fanart

@babygray-dam​

https://babygray-dam.tumblr.com/post/653427876479303680/a-sketch-of-duo-maxwell

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@cloakandfire​

https://cloakandfire.tumblr.com/post/653518473738305536/milliardo-peacecraft-lucrezia-neuenheim-noin

Millidardo Peacecraft/Zechs Merquise, fanart

@duointherain​

https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/653647734686072832/a-new-duo-render-from-violet-in-tooth-and-claw-i

Duo Maxwell, render

@gundayum​

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/653389873532796928/im-just-gonna-copypasta-from-ao3-lmao-sorry

Relena & Heero, fanart

@idrawprettyboys​

https://idrawprettyboys.tumblr.com/post/653393436572106753/duo-in-a-crop-top

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@twillpoint​

https://twillpoint.tumblr.com/post/653752343129636864/until-next-time-afternoon-tea-booth

Duo/Quatre, fanbook

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@cuteciboulette​

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653254092113723392/doujinshika-sango-show

Destiny, doujinshi

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653344695287775232

Duo & Heero Book, doujinshi

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653707101846306816/cuteciboulette-tsuki-no-kodomo-vol-3-full

Act 3, doujinshi

Head Canons:

@bryony-rebb​

https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653352279647371264/lemontrash-bryony-rebb-bryony-rebb

Trowa & Cathy, headcanon

@lemontrash​

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes​

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/653552300665782272/duo-kinda-gay-to-make-a-wanted-poster-duo-why-do

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/653642909168631808/duo-im-hella-fucking-tired-but-i-need-to-go-to

Duo & Quatre

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine​

Rhythm Generation 2021

Meet the Mods: https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/636708854145613824/come-on-over-a-meet-your-2021-zine-mod-team-head

Check out the blog for the Zine schedule!

@gundam-wing-pride​

Gundam Wing Pride 2k21 https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/648237909672083456/incoming-transmission-faq

A Beautiful Rainbow of Prompts https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/649898271517573120/a-beautiful-rainbow-of-prompts

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, ! [starting back up next week!]

In need of Summer/Fall(Autumn) prompts!

@gwshootingstars

Shooting Stars Online Convention https://gwshootingstars.tumblr.com/post/653339481502564352/hey-everyone-guess-whos-back-with-a-brand-new

This has been tabled for future action.

https://gwshootingstars.tumblr.com/post/653641678082752512/hi-all-thank-you-so-much-for-the-response-and

Latest news.

@oztober-rust

Welcome to Oztober Rust

We’re an up and coming Gundam Wing event with a slight twist! This page is still a work in progress, but you’re welcome to join us over on discord and get a feel for the event.

Have discord, will fan. https://oztober-rust.tumblr.com/post/647568110262566912/i-see-a-nice-and-steady-following-we-do-have-a

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer Event Prompts Needed https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/652830126852177920/alright-folks

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

[thatdamncutegirl]

Wifey Chapter 6-The Union

Warnings: Never ending fluff. Some smutty thoughts. Mentions of lack of sexual education.

Word Count: 6277 until the smut part

Pairings: Clark Kent x Mia Rose (Rosa) (Original Fictional Character)

When Clark woke up the next morning, his little love baby was in his arms, holding him tightly. Her legs were tightly wrapped around him, and her arms were trying to wrap around his shoulders. Every now and then, she would tighten her arms around him. He kept looking at her. this was his Omega, made to mold into him, to become his wife. She was his. His to love. His to cherish. His to hold. His to kiss. His to breed. He grinned at the thought. He did want children. It was his dream to have some mini Kals or some mini Mias around him. And to impregnate her. see her filled with his seed to the brink. And then have a small bundle that she can dote on. In his internal musings, he didn’t realize that Mia had woken up. As soon as she woke up, she saw him. And that brought her immense joy. He had his large arms around her and his thighs were serving as her bed. And his chin was set atop her head. The blanket was warm and nice. And tis was the best scenario. Having her Alpha in bed with her, sleeping. Her alpha. Hers to touch, smell and to cling. He was hers. Her husband. Her lover. Her man. Her protector. And every day, he would come back to her. he would turn to her for comfort. Hers to kiss, hers love. And hers to ……. have children. She had always desired children. She was eleven when she asked her Mama for a brother. Because she wanted a little baby of hers. To care for. To dote on. But her mother couldn’t. and by the age of 14, she knew that what she desired was not a brother or a sister. It was a child. A child of her own. Someone whose life will be roped with hers. When she felt him shift, she looked up? There he was, looking at her. when their eyes met, it was like meeting for the first time. He had light stubble on his face, his lips were full and eatable. And his eyes had a sense of happiness. The look made her smile. He also smiled seeing the woman he now called his life. He almost gasped looking at her. her dark hair was falling down in tumbling curls. Her eyes were gleaming with the hope of a new, more enjoyable life. Her nose was a little button, which had turned red due to the chill. It was December 1st. shit he had to report at work. He wanted to call in sick. But he had been stalling Superman duty as well. So, he raised the question.

“Mia? I may have to leave today.”

“What?! Nooo!!!”

With that, she hugged him tighter and started crying. It hurt him to see her like this. She yearned to be with him. And here he was, leaving her to go to Metropolis. He gently explained it to her.

“Baby. I have to report in my office. And it’s a festive season. There are more chances of accidents to occur. I cannot keep stalling it off. I promise I’ll be back at night. Hmm?”

Mia nodded slightly. She knew he had a lot of work.

“Will you stay with me at night?”

“Of course. I don’t think Ma will let you go anywhere”

“No. I meant at my home. You have not been there”

Clark agreed. He had wondered what the place looked like. How his omega’s nest looked like. He nodded and got up to change. After he was assured that she is okay and getting a scolding from Martha about how he was being annoying, he flew off. When he was in air, he looked down to find Mia staring at him with awe in her face. He smiled at her and waved. She waved back at him both arms and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and placed it on his chest. He heard and saw her giggle. Once he flew away, she returned inside, as standing outside with only her Alpha’s shirt on was both embarrassing and unhealthy.

When Clark reached his apartment-he used to call it home but now it didn’t seem like one since his Omega was not here- he felt an unusual emptiness. As if he was a soldier who had to leave his family behind for work. As if he had come away even though Metropolis was his home too. Shaking the sad thoughts away, he quickly sent a text to the JL Ai system, which let everyone know that he was back. He opened his work phone to find a lot of pending work and more than a dozen texts from Lois. Most of them were texts that would make it seem that she was still his girlfriend. And others were really adult texts. Like nudes and a game of what she would like to do to him. Now he wasn’t against sexting. When he is away from Mia, he would love to sext with her. but with Lois? No! He blocked her again and called Perry.

Perry: Hey, Kent. How have you been? How did it go?

Clark: amazing. She actually turned out to be my Omega. But don’t tell anyone. I want to surprise them with the invitation card. Also, I don’t want her to know.

Penny: hmm. I get it. So, are you coming?

Clark: Yes, I am. But no overtime. I have to return to Kansas again at night.

Perry: Oh. I guess you have a clingy one. (laughs) Okay. Take an early leave today. I would hate to be on the wrong side of the soon to be Mrs. Kent.

With that, he cut the call. Clark smiled. Mrs. Kent. Mrs. Mia Clark Kent-El. His wife. And he knew, for the rest of the day, he will have a silly grin on his face. After freshening up, he left to the office. As soon as her reached there, he received a call,

(Number): Alpha. I missed you. I took your contact from Ma. :’(

Clark: Baby, please don’t cry. I will return home tonight. And did you just call my mother ‘ma’.

Mia: Yes. She is my mother too. Where are you?

Clark: I am in the office sweetie.

Mia: ok. Please take care. And have lunch on time. I placed a box of pasta in your bag, before you left.

Clark: yes, I saw baby girl. But it was quite big. Why?

Mia: So that it can keep you going for the whole day. I made separate sections of different flavors. There must be 8 different flavors.

Clark: yes. And thank you for that. I hate my office canteen food. And can you make something for me when I come home?

Mia: I am in the kitchen right now. I am preparing a dinner for you?

Clark: why so early?

Mia: big meal

Clark: okay love. I have to go. Please take care. And take a nap too.

Mia gave a hum. He cut the call and went to his cubicle. His friends asked him general questions, like how was his weekend. After talking to them for some time, he went to work. The day passed mundanely. There were no incidents. But what actually tired him was Lois. She had shamelessly hung around him all day. Looking at everything, trying to feel him up and unlocking his phone with his finger. In the end, he had asked her to leave him the fuck alone. She had huffed and walked off. When at 6 pm, he was finally let off, he saw the JL waiting for him outside. He walked towards them, with a grin on his face.

Arthur: here comes the soon to be groom.

Diana: hey don’t mock him. Trust me. Once you see his wife, you will envy him. She is angelic.

Clark: yup. The most perfect omega I could ever ask for.

Bruce: I hope you have not made the wedding arrangements yet. Those are my responsibility.

Viktor: and the music and recording will be mine.

Barry: I will make sure there is a grand buffet.

Arthur: and I will help you in becoming the best groom ever. Maybe become the Best man.

Bruce: excuse me? I was the one who brought him in JL. I would be the most preferrable candidate for the Best man.

Viktor: I always fight alongside him. Moreover, we are quite close, so obviously I will be the Best Man.

Barry: Actually, I have always idolized him. And always been at his service. So maybe, I should be the Best man.

Diana: I don’t know, I already talked to her this morning, she asked me to be her Maid of honor.

Arthur: She did what?

Diana: Yeah. I got to go prepare my dress and her entry etc.

With that, Diana excused herself and left to make the arrangements.

Arthur: Okay. Here’s my point. We all know I have a liking towards Diana. So, hear me out. Make me the Best Man. That will give me chance with her. and Groomsmen are also equal to Best Man.

They all nodded in agreement. When Clark went home, there was a small ping. He pulled his phone out to find a text from ‘Life’. He opened the text to find a “where are you? The food is ready”

He cursed and quickly shot off towards Kansas. As soon as he reached his home, he rushed in and went to his room. He took a quick shower, using a lot of shampoo. As soon as he was done, he toweled himself and wore a black pair of jeans. He donned his white T-shirt. But due to the size of his biceps, the shirt almost seemed like a tank top. He wore his most shiny shoes and styled his hair a bit. He rushed to the background sound of his mother shouting at him to hurry up. He went out and ran to the Rose Residence. When he was outside, he calmed himself and checked his breath. He pressed the doorbell and heard a small chime. He heard some gentle footsteps. But it seemed like someone was walking on cushion. The door opened to reveal his beautiful and sweet Omega. She had a short Sun Red bodycon dress on. It had elbow length sleeves and went down to her Mid-Thighs. It had a slim belt with a silver buckle. Her feet were bare. Her both wrists had clear pink glass bracelets. And her long neck was adored with the necklace he gave her. she was also wearing a thin white apron. He tried to walk forward but his feet bumped into something soft. He looked down and saw something astonishing. The entire house had cushions for floor! The walls were also covered in cushions. The stairs too. The cushions were all in light colors like lilac, purple, baby pink, white, yellow and light green etc.

Mia: You have to remove your shoes outside. Or Papa would get angry.

As if on cue, Jacob walked in.

Jacob: remove your shoes. The dirt contains a lot of germs. They may harm my princess.

His voice was stern and strict. And Clark was already scared of him, plus it was home. He quickly removed his shoes and placed his shoes on the rack. He washed his hands and took the slipper bag Mia offered him. He took the slippers and stepped in. She led him towards the dining rom where Carol was setting the table. She turned as soon as she heard him and moved to hug him. He hugged her back and basked the love she gave him. He parted and helped her set the table. Mia moved to bring the food in but Jacob made her sit down. He brought in the entire fest that Carol said only Mia has made. He grinned at her and she blushed. The very first bite he took was heaven. Be it the cabbage Frankie or the Manchurian, or the mac and cheese, it was all really perfect. So much so that he forgot he was sitting with his future In-Laws and started gobbling the food that was served to him. As soon as the food would end, Mia, who was seated next to him, would serve more. It felt like he had never eaten for the last thousand years. He didn’t even look up. But he didn’t just swallow the food. He relished all of it. While Carol was amused, Jacob was not giving any noticeable reaction. While Mia was happy that he was liking her food. She had spent the entire day from morning to night preparing the food. She had cooked so much that all the bowls were occupied. From the spicy fried rice to veg. soup. He gobbled it all. And she was happy serving him. They were done during his second serving. The parents moved to the living room. She tapped his shoulder, and asked him.

“Did you like it?”

That’s when Kal looked up. His face had some traced of food on it. He saw that the parents were gone. He nodded at her and pulled her in his lap. He hugged her as much as he can. She moved to placed more food in his plate. He started eating again and used one hand to hold her. he kept eating until the food was actually over. Mia was both astonished. The amount of food he had eaten right now was enough to feed a family of six for a month. But she wasn’t disgusted. She was actually happy. A lot. Her parents didn’t eat that much. But she loved cooking. And the fact that he had finished every grain of food that she served. Once he was done eating the remaining mashed potatoes, he looked at her. she poured a tall glass of water for him. He took it and drank it down. He turned to look at what he had down. There was a giant table that had used containers on it. He looked at her sheepishly.

Mia: Its fine. I am actually happy that you ate it all. I was worried that the food will go to waste. But you ate it all.

Clark: That’s ok. But what will your parents think? They will think that I am monster. And they will also worry that I will tire you out making you cook.

Mia laughed.

Mia: actually no. they both were quite happy. They knew that I love cooking, be it in bulk or in variety. And please maintain your appetite. I would love to keep serving you food until you are tired and filled to the brim.

Clark laughed. But he had eaten so much that he cannot even move. So, he just sat there like a whale. After some time, when he could muter some power to move, he got up. She led him to her room which was the most beautiful room ever. He moved and fell on the extremely soft bed and pulled her along with him. She fell on him and laughed. He again laid there like a whale. She couldn’t help but laugh. He laid there holding her. some time later, his eyes fell on a photo. It was a photo of Mia, around 15 in age. She had her one leg on the land, and the other opened in a split. He asked her if she was a gymnast. At her affirmative nod, he almost gasped. Here was his future wife, who was also a gymnast. His mind went straight to the idea of folding her into a pretzel. Just fold her and fuck her ruthlessly. And then fill her. Her legs were quite long (as long as they can be with her height) and sexy. He just wanted to fold her every way, and breed her. All his kryptonian blood travelled down south. He couldn’t shake the image from his mind. But Mia also felt it. She felt something slowly starting to poke her. she experimentedly placed her hand on his member. He gasped. She gently roamed her hand around him. She gave an experimental squeeze. Kal felt like he would come just from her plays. He didn’t realize she had him so fucked up. Hearing his gasp, she withdrew her hand, thinking she had done something wrong. But when she saw his face, she realized he liked it. That’s hen they heard a knock.

Carol: Clark? I would like to talk to you.

When they both went to open the door, Carol was looking at them with a shy expression. She gestured Clark to follow her and Mia to stay in the room. She took Clark out to the Yard. There, she turned to him.

Carol: so, I wanted to talk to you about Mia. And well, Sexual Intercourse.

Clark: what?

Carol: now before you get all worked up, let me explain. I know you must have gotten the talk. But Mia didn’t. we could never bring ourselves to tell her. what happens after marriage. She only relates the word ‘sex’ with gender. Now, you must be thinking that we are really bad parents who don’t even teach their children. The thing is, she was way too innocent. She could never understand. And now, she will get married in just 3 days. And she will need to know about it. And now you have to teach her. we couldn’t. but now you have to. Another thing is……...well……. ummmm……ummm

Clark: Don’t worry. I am like your son. You can say it.

Carol: the thing is, Mia is built really small and tiny. And well, you are quite huge. And if everything is in ratio, I guess, you are huge………there as well.

Clark almost choked. He didn’t know where she was going with this.

Carol: now, I also got mated for the first time by Alpha. And well, it does hurt a lot. And Mia is quite smaller than me. And you are also slightly bigger than my Alpha too. So, I just wanted to say, be gentle with her. okay? She gets hurt really easily. Also, please make sure she never gets even a single scratch. Her father has done a lot to keep her safe. Until she was 12, she had to walk clinging on his hand. As soon as she would start to stumble, he would raise his arm, preventing her from falling. He had treated her like a princess. She once coughed more than 5 times on a call, and he came from Bulgaria to here, rushing. He has doted on her. and now he expects you to do the same. He may have asked you to call him Pa or father, but he just cannot trust anyone when it comes to his little baby. Nor can I. so I just want you to keep her safe. Now, I think you should go back to her. or she’ll get angry at me for keeping you away from her.

Clark asked her to tell Mia that now he has to go back home. She nodded and he shot off for Metropolis. To first catch a good amount of sleep. And then plan what he has in his mind.

Next Morning, there was snowfall. But apparently Kal had anticipated that, and made plans accordingly. After a whole day of work, when he went to pick Mia up, he knocked on the door. It was 11 pm at night. The weather was not much cold, but the snow was continuous. She opened the door. And just as he had instructed, she was dressed in one of her best dresses. A red dress that went mid-way to her calves with full sleeves. She had long thigh boots on with light makeup. Her hair was open and free. He grinned at her as she gently came and took his offered hand. He picked her up in his arms bridal style and slowly rose up in the air.

For mia, this was like heaven. Here she was, in the air, with her Alpha whom she can rely on. He slowly moved forward and she took the time to admire him. He was in suit. The Superman Suit. The accents of blue made his eyes come out and red made him look both angelic and devilish. She used her fingers to get a feel of the cape. It was incredibly soft. Even the bed sheets that her Papa would call from other countries for her were not as soft as it. She also admired his face. He had a look of happiness on his face. But there was something missing. His stubble. His face was clean shaved. She didn’t have a problem with a clean-shaven face so she asked him,

“Can you please keep a beard. A stubble only. I liked it”

Clark nodded smiling. She started looking around. The night sky was beautiful. There were some clouds, and some stars were really bright. The moon was gibbous. On their wedding day, it will be a full moon. Now Clark was slowly getting down. She looked down I anticipation and they landed gracefully. He set her down and turned her away from him. She was met with a filled arch of flowers. It had all red and pink flowers. The arch was white in color. And some white roses were placed in a way that they were spelling out something. ‘Mia’. She realized. He parted the curtain of flowers to reveal a beautiful seating arrangement. The was a giant log, serving as a table while two small logs were posing as chairs. There was a small meal prepared on the side and there were around 10 different types of fairy lights strewn around. He nudged her towards the seats and sat her down. He slowly served the food. It tasted so good that this time, it was Mia gobbling the food. Albeit her diet was quite small so she only ate around 1/8 of what Kal had eaten last night. Then he held her up and slow romantic music played in the background. It was the song Laal Ishq. It was one of her favorites. Then there was Wajah tum ho, another Wajah tum ho, and then her most favorite song, AAJ PHIR. He played it on a loop and they danced for hours. There was a large fire keeping them warm. Around the 17 time the song played, Kal stopped. Mia looked up. He backed away a bit and said,

“Mia. My Omega. My future wife. The future mother of my future children. I had always waited for you. Or I tried to. After 27, I presumed that there was no one for me. And then that day, you walked in. looking like a fresh breeze. And so angelic. So beautiful. I still haven’t found words for how beautiful you were. I always wanted a pretty housewife. But I was worried. I believe in women empowerment, so I didn’t have the heart to make a woman stay at home forcibly. But then I saw you. Serving dinner, making the bed, doing household chores and making a set of four walls into a home. And how you dreamed of having children. How you have grown up, being doted and spoiled. Because I intend on spoiling you a lot. And I may not be as god as you, I will try to be as lovable as possible. And your affection can get me by an eternity. I know, that you are already set up to be Clark Kent’s wifey. But I would like ask you as who I actually am. So, here I go.

(bending down on one knee)

Ms. Mia Rosa, will you be Kal-El, Superman, the Son of Krypton’s Wifey? And will you make me the happiest being ever by becoming my mate?”

He pulled out a small box from behind his cape. He faced it to her and opened it. Nestled there, was a ring made out of diamond and platinum. The band was made from platinum and diamond with little chunks of gold trapped in them. The main gemstone was a diamond with a ……...Mia gasped. The diamond had a heart of ruby inside it and a sapphire was nestled inside the ruby. She was brought to tears at this beautiful sight. When her friends were slowly finding their mates, she had gotten quite sad. She never thought at that time that her Alpha would make such a grand proposal. She was so shaking that she didn’t answer. When she saw his smile fall, she quickly said a breathy “yes”. Kal perked up at that. “Yes?” “Yes!”

He moved forward and placed the ring on her finger. As soon as he did that. Something glowed behind them. The glow was coming from a small device she didn’t recognize. Kal waved his hand and a screen lit up. It was a woman who looked in her 50s. she looked a lot like Kal. “my mother”, kal explained. She gasped. She was face to face with her Kryptonian Mother in Law, Lana-El. She bowed at her.

“Oh dear. You don’t have to bow. Let me explain. He came to his ship last night. He asked the ship to try and locate Krypton and contact us. For the first time, the commoners saw the face of the Son of the planet. I have been placed as the royal queen of Krypton as he is my son. When I saw him. I was beyond Happy. But he wanted Krypton to see his bride. His mate. So, asked me to connect to earth in a way that we can see. So, the ship gave him this device. It allows him to communicate. We were all too pleased to witness it all. Right now, the entire Krypton is celebrating because their Hero found their mate. And I make because I will finally get Grandchildren. Also, as the current head of the noble house of the El family, I welcome you in the family as the bride of the house. And now off you go. Make children.”

“Actually mother, we will wait until after the wedding.”

“But why? She’s so beautiful. And also, she’s built perfectly to bear children. Her body literally passes all the standards to bear healthy and strong children. And you don’t even need an amniotic chamber”

“Yes mother. But she’s quite young. And untouched. So, I would like to give her the time. Also, the wedding would give her a sense of assurance”

“OK. As you wish son. But remember, I am waiting for Grandchildren. Bye”

With that, the screen closed. Mia turned and hugged Kal. He hugged her back. The music was still playing. She whispered, “Dance More?”

He nodded and they started swaying again. They kept dancing until Mia fell asleep. He carried her to her room’s window and placed her in. he didn’t set himself down and hovered midair. He was worried that he will get the carpet dirty. After wrapping her in a blanket and giving her a long kiss, he moved out. There in the Yard he saw Jacob. The Elder man gave him a smile and a curt nod and Kal knew that now he had his Father in Law’s trust as well. He went to Metropolis and roused all the Justice League Members so that they would help him create an Arc. He decided that he will hold two receptions. One as Clark in Kansas so that his work friends can also attend. And the second one will be in the fortress. Not the Ice one. He had another fortress on the Land where he will keep Mia. As both his wife and his Omega. And she will the life of a queen.

4th December. The wedding.

Clark was puzzled and confused. He had spent the entire day yesterday moving Mia’s stuff from her house to the fortress. He had bought an entire wardrobe for her. and with the help of Carol, he bought a lot of clothes for her. new dresses. New heels. Even innerwear. Though Diana had handled the innerwear part. Buying the comfiest sets. The new clothes were placed in 5 new almirahs. While there were 10 more almirahs. 3 of which were occupied with her old clothes. All her makeup had been also placed there as on the wedding day; she will use brand new makeup. For the reception, she had a long baby pink mermaid that hugged her curves beautifully. While he had a white pant and shirt set with a matching suit. Her makeup was done light and her hair was pulled in a half up half down look that framed her face beautifully. There was a thick pink necklace on her neck with the necklace he gave her. her ears were bare and she had her proposal ring on.

During the reception, all his friends had arrived. Everyone did a double take on her. and for a very rare occasion, Diana was not being ogled at. Thus, giving Arthur full custody of her. who made good use of the occasion and asked her out? She happily agreed and were in their own bubble. While Clark and Mia were greeting the guest and talking to them.

Tom: Congratulations Kent. And Mrs. Kent. And Oh My! What a beauty you have stolen. She’s angelic.

Dave: damn right she is. I had to take a double take to ensure I am not hallucinating. She’s beautiful beyond any measures. You’re quite lucky Clark.

Clark: Thanks. I found her after a really long time. And well, you’re right. She’s really beautiful.

After the reception was done, they all moved to the Fortress. Carol, Jacob, Martha, Diana went ahead with Mia to the Rose residence to get Mia ready. While the Men were left behind in the Kent house to get ready. The groomsmen were wearing a dark pink shirt and Black pants. While Kal was dressed in his Kryptonian Suit. He wanted to marry her as what he really is. A Kryptonian. As Superman. With time, he had felt that the identity of Clark Kent was a ruse. So, he preferred being Kal. Moreover, Clark had a small world. A job, a mother and a small apartment. But Kal didn’t. he had the entire world. So, he went as Kal to the fortress.

Bruce was reaching there in his Bat Mobile, Arthur and him were flying off to the venue, while Viktor and Barry were coming together via land. When they reached the venue, it was evening. The sun had set leaving a red golden hue in the sky. The entire fortress lit up as soon as they landed. It was all covered in flowers and lights. Soft music played whilst the smell of freshly cooked food wafted to them. The entire garden was covered in roses and ribbons. Their wedding stage had roses covering it. And the arch was all covered in blue purple and green flowers. There were a few wooden benches, for everyone. Clark went and took his position as the groom and Arthur right beside him as the Best Man. The men all took their places as the Groomsmen, ready with bottles of Champagne. As Kal was Superman, there was not a Minister or a Priest, so Lana-El had arranged for the Krypton royal Minister to officiate their wedding. Clark was standing there, when the music changed. Carol and Martha appeared and stood as the bridesmaids. They both had similar golden dresses on. They were quite simple and sophisticated.

And again, the music changed. And Kal only got a second to stable himself before he was spluttering again. There, on the other end of the aisle, was her. his wife. His Omega. She had a long pink veil on her, and her hair was up in an elegant bun. From what he could make out, he faces had a really light makeup on with accents of golden and blue. Her lips were a natural pink. And her dress! God! On Krypton, the wedding dresses are usually blue, so he had made that clear. And now, he was shocked. She had a long fairytale gown on that made her seem like the Goddess she is. The bottom of it was covered in embroidery of a night blue color and it barely had a top. The front part was a strapless sweetheart neckline and was made entirely out lace and jewels. Her veil also had embroidery and gems on its borders. While Jacob was dressed in a classic black and white suit. Her trail was so long that when she standing in front of him, the trail went half way down the aisle. But Kal’s eyes were fixated on her. an ample amount of her cleavage was visible. And her dress had some patches where he could clearly see her skin. His mouth ran dry at the thought of being able to lick and suck it up all.

When she was finally posed properly in front of him, the minister started. First, she spoke a lot in kryptonian, making vows and such. Since Kal understood Kryptonian, he realized that they were making bonds. Bonds through the elements, bonds through souls and bonds through marriage. That will sustain them together for all of their lives. And then she spoke in English.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, today, we have gathered here to witness the remarkable union of two souls. The Groom is known by the name Kal-El, earth name Clark, heir to the Kent family and the noble and royal house of El, Son of Krypton, also identified as many as Superman. Alpha by nature, 35 by earth years,700 by krypton years. And his beautiful bride is Mia Rose, heir to the Ros family. Omega by nature, 17 by earth years, 340 by krypton years.

Together they share a bond greatest of them all. The binding of love. They have passed the obstacle of youth and time and the world and come together. From different worlds, from different galaxies. The stars that blessed their births were different. The moons whose light shine on them were different. Their lands were different. But their desires are same. They both want one thing. Each other. And it is my honor to help them attain that. With the power invested in me, I would like to ask the groom. Do you take this beautiful spirit known as Mia in this life, as your wedded wife and your soulmate for the eternity to come and the other lives beyond and fall behind the veil of death together? To pick her up, to respect her and to cherish her, no matter where you stand in life?”

“I do”, Clark exclaimed in a whisper. He was way too engrossed in his admiration of her.

“Now I would like to ask the bride. Do you take this beautiful spirit, known as Kal in this life, as your wedded husband and your soulmate for the eternity to come and the other lives beyond and fall behind the veil of death together? To pick him up, to respect and cherish him, no matter where you stand in life?”

“I do!” Mia also whispered in a hushed tone.

“Very well then. Kal. Please raise her veil.”

Clark pulled her veil up, revealing her shy and lost face. She was lost in the happiness of becoming his.

“I now pronounce you Husband & Wife and Alpha & Omega. You may kiss the bride and Mark her”

With that, wasting no time, Clark moved forward and kissed her just as the fireworks spread in the night sky. The entire area was filled with fireworks and sparkles. the Best man and the Maid of Honor set the poppers off. There were loud bangs everywhere. While Viktor was busy doing something else. As the technical issues came under him, he had been recording the entire wedding. He had skillfully made the changes so that the area around Mia was darkened, other than her gown. Also, her parents and Martha had also been darkened. Only the Justice League and minister was visible. He had also turned the sound off around the human identity words like their names. This made their human identity anonymous. After going over the entire video once, he transferred it to Bruce. Who used his ‘batman’ number and voice and asked all the media houses to upload it? Viktor had locked the video and images so that no changes can be made to them. When the owners and editors saw what they got their hands on, they quickly published it. They took photos and noted the words down. Within moments, all the public screens, public Televisions had the video of the hero Superman marrying. Women raged; men were shocked. The women acted as if their private property was stolen while men cheered for Superman. Some awed over the dresses. Some were amused by the grand decoration. But in the actual fortress, it was a different scene. Clark and Mia were still on the altar. After taking a break from kissing her, Kal had bitten her, marking her as his Omega. While the others were celebrating, Clark had another problem. Now that Mia was marked and claimed, her heat kicked in. her scent changed and shifted. And he felt an incredible urge to pull her into her arms and never let go. And that’s why, when everyone left, he turned to face Mia with a dark gleam in his eyes. So, what if she didn’t know about mating. He’ll teach her. practically.

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My Last Name - Ralph Anderson x Reader (The Outsider)

@wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​

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Author’s Note: I was supposed to get this off the ground before the Holiday period so I could write my winter wedding fic and like... completely forgot about it until it was a little too late.  So while you won’t get the Wedding this year, though I’m not promising inspiration won’t strike late, or... y’know if there’s demand, I thought I would still give you the proposal. Special shout out to a very good friend who keeps giving me SO much Ralph Anderson inspiration. I needed it and didn’t even know. Keep doing what you’re doing!  💕

We stan the pure form of ‘Daddy’ on this blog. 

My Last Name - Dierks Bentley 

Disclaimer: The Outsider (Book/HBO) Nothing to do with me / gif not mine / lyrics not mine / I’ve had this in my head so long and I’m not really sure this is the pay off but... here we are!

Premise: Ralph Anderson has a lot on his mind and that list is only going to get bigger. He’s not one for believing in confluence - it’s up to Yune to remind him sometimes things do just work out...  

Words: 4517

Warnings: ....Insulin warning? For a buncha reasons. I mean I know you guys know what’s coming but reader doesn’t! / Swearing

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I learned how to write it When I first started school Some bully didn't like it, He said it didn't sound too cool So I had to hit him And all I said when the blood came It's my last name Daddy always told me far back as I recall Son, you're part of somethin', You represent us all So keep it how you got it, as solid as it came It's my last name Passed down from generations Too far back to trace I can see all my relations When I look into my face May never make it famous But I'll never bring it shame It's my last name So darlin' if you're wonderin' Why I've got you here tonight I want to be your husband, I want you to be my wife I ain't got much to give you But what I've got means everything It's my last name Oh, it's my last name

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Whenever Ralph used to be woken up in the middle of the night it was usually a call. The kind where he would groan and for all of 10 seconds - whilst glancing bleary-eyed at the clock flashing some ungodly hour of the morning - wish that he wasn’t a man of the law. It still happened occasionally these days, but a little less and less; people seemed more respectful of his situation now and wouldn’t call him unless absolutely necessary. Or unless the scene really needed both of you on it, and right away. Instead Ralph was woken by the tugging of sheets. You were still fast asleep, and he wasn’t surprised; the case you’d been working on meant putting in the late hours. He was at least glad you’d hauled Yune onto it with you, even though as your partner (in every capacity) Ralph felt a little guilty about it. You kept telling him not to be silly, he had bigger things to focus on right now. But he couldn’t help it, and he always thought ‘bigger than this case, though?’ As he sat up to figure out what was going on, Ralph came face to face with your adopted daughter Renée. “Oh, oh, Renée, sweetheart, what’s wrong are you okay? Honey?” Although also half asleep she was currently crying and whimpering and Ralph was immediately alert and concerned, “Oh, honey… honey it’s okay… what happened?” He wound his arms around her and hoisted her up into bed, and she kept crying, burying her face in his soft sleep shirt, “Daddy… don’t let the monsters get me, daddy…” “Shhh… Shhh… It’s okay, sweetheart it was a bad dream… I promise it’s just a dream.” It better have been, because if anything like that shapeshifter ever came for the people he loved again Ralph Anderson would give it more than just hell. But Ralph couldn’t help but be a little flustered. She had never, not in all the time you’d been together, nor in the joint decision for him to move into your house, called him ‘daddy’ before. Not even on accident. ‘Ralphie’ was as close as he got to a cute nickname - although he despised it from anyone that wasn’t her. He couldn’t help but be overcome with joy as he wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back, nor that it spilled to his heart, now beating faster. Ralph had wanted to hear it from Renée for a long time, he certainly wouldn’t deny that. But he wouldn’t force it out of her until she was ready - he was just a little concerned that it had come to her after bad dreams… Ralph’s eyes flicked to you, luckily still fast asleep, he didn’t want to worry you with this if he didn’t have to. Kissing her forehead gently he was glad to see that she wasn’t crying anymore, but she was still holding him so tight and whimpering every so often. “It’s okay, Renée… they won’t get you I promise. I’m here…” That only caused her to hold him tighter, mumbling into his shirt, “Can I stay with you and mommy?” Ralph chuckled gently, another spike to his heartrate that he knew was ending with a stupid grin, he wiped it off to be appropriately concerned, “Of course you can… C’mere, we’ll protect you…” She snuggled in the sheets between you, and Ralph put his arm around both of you, feeling your body move under his touch and your subconscious hum of content. “Goodnight Renée…” He mumbled, hoping he’d be able to settle back to sleep easily. “Goodnight, Daddy…” She already sounded like she was drifting. Ralph smiled again before kicking himself. Don’t get ahead of yourself… she’ll forget by tomorrow morning...

***

He was standing in the kitchen with his what felt like his fourth cup of coffee when you returned from dropping her at school. “You best be careful with those today… what with your Captain’s interview!” You chided, pouring what was left into a cup of your own, before kissing his cheek. Ralph’s smile came off as more of a grimace, “I’ll need all the help I can get.” You shook your head at him, leaning against the counter, “Come on. Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll ace it.” He shook his head, “No.” You sighed, taking his hand and tugging him to you, forcing his eyes to look at yours, “Ralph Anderson, I’ll tell you good luck if that’s what you really want, but you don’t need it.” He laced his fingers with yours, “It’s only contention, Y/N. It’s not a dead cert.” You raised an eyebrow, kissing his knuckles, “Nope. You’ll get it.” Ralph’s eyes flicked back to the garden and he chewed the inside of his lip frowning, you tried searching his face for any clue as to what was on his mind besides the interview. But this detective had you stumped. “What’s wrong?” “Renée called me daddy last night.” You froze, and not only because that was so out of the blue, you knew what that meant to him. How many times you’d teased him about the moment it would finally happen. Now she’d done it, but it wasn’t the FIRST thing he’d said this morning?! “And you weren’t gonna tell me-!?! Ralph, that’s-! That’s so good!” Ralph squinted at nothing in particular, “Look, she… she was half asleep. I don’t think she’s gonna remember it.” “Does that matter? You do.” You pushed yourself up on your toes to turn his face back to yours and you smiled, “Babe… tell me how you felt. Right now, tell me how you felt.” “Like when you first told me you loved me.” You scoffed, but Ralph continued, “My heart kinda… went on overdrive. I know I was grinning like an idiot. Just… overjoyed. I guess, but Y/N she won-” You pulled him to your lips to stop him from getting negative, “Channel it. That feeling and that positivity. Into your interview.” “Y-Yeah okay.” Ralph sighed, knowing he wouldn’t get away with it, and then couldn’t help but smile, “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you. But it was bad dreams, I didn’t wanna worry you.” “Ah, I did wonder why she woke up in our bed.” You kissed him again, “I gotta go, daddy, but I’ll see you after your interview.” Ralph hesitated in your arms at your repeated phrase; “...I’ll need 20 drinks at this rate.” You laughed, but the fact that he was now blushing didn’t escape your notice, “Me too!” “How’s it all going-?” “Oh no.” You shook your head, “Interview first, case later. I got some more interviewing of my own to do!” You turned to him at the door with a smile, and blew him a kiss, “Later, Mr. Anderson.”  

***  

Flint City PD needed a new Captain. This rumour of retirement had been circulating a while with absolutely no weight to it. But earlier this month the Captain had announced that this time, those rumours were true and he would be retiring in a few months’ time - interviews starting imminently. Ralph hadn’t needed any encouragement to sign up, he knew he was getting to the age where he ought to be thinking of desk work as the main part of his job. Also, how often did the opportunity come up? You’d had one simple chat with him about it, that one where he tried to convince himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t apply, and you told him to shut up and go for it. So Ralph had, and his interview was today. He knew he wasn’t the only one in the precinct to apply for it, and he knew that there were applications coming in from outside Flint City - heck he’d seen a bunch of ‘em walk in to be interviewed. (Always with you and Yune looking at them and throwing comments around that Ralph thought were supposed to help encourage him, but wasn’t always entirely sure) But from what he’d gathered, most of the FCPD wanted it to be him that got the position. Ralph was - obviously - humbled, but he wasn’t one for counting his chickens.

As his interview approached, he’d broached the conversation more seriously with you. Right now you were his detective partner. There wasn’t a lot of conflict of interest there, because you always worked cases together.   But if he was the Captain, and you were a detective under him, he could see why that would cause an issue. You’d moved to Flint City PD to further your own career, and Ralph didn’t want to put a halt on that just because he was the Captain of the department. And Ralph liked working cases with you - aside from you actually being his girlfriend - so there was that element that might disappear too. And he wasn’t sure he wanted that: “So, if I do get it - theoretically - I’ll have to promote you into a senior role. Otherwise you’re a ‘junior’ detective working cases that someone of my current role should be doing. Or I can just put you in my role… But then, do I pull someone else in? Y/N, I want to partner with you still. Would that be okay?” You raised your eyebrow and played into his ‘theoretical’ world: “You’re the Captain.” “Yeah, but conflict of interest.” You frowned, considering it, “Well, no-one has exactly said anything before now. But I see when you’d be in a position of authority over me why it’d cause trouble.” You shrugged, “See what the general consensus is; at work, with the people of Flint City. The DA’s office.” The legal side was very important. You couldn’t risk cases getting thrown out. “I don’t give a damn if the DA’s office cares-!” With that jokey tone - and the inference of your friendship with Samuels behind it - Ralph leant across and kissed you, “Good idea, Ms. S.S. Andersson.” You smiled, but shook your head at his nickname, he was always after that double-S. “I do have them, occasionally!”  

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Ralph knew that he wouldn’t get the peace and quiet he really required to prepare, when he rolled into the parking lot and Yune was standing outside the precinct doors, arms folded. ‘Just perfect.’ He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair - really Ralph wasn’t sure why he was panicking so much about the interview; he knew enough that was fairly certain. Maybe he wanted it too much… maybe - with the consequences of your relationship - he didn’t want it enough. He chewed on his lip, sitting in silence for a minute. You were likely right about him being a dead cert, but Ralph was not about to bet on it until that paper arrived on his desk officially.

Yune came strolling over the second Ralph opened his car door; “How you feelin’?” “Honestly, pretty terrible. I’ve had more cups of coffee this morning than I can count. I haven’t had a real interview in years. I don’t even know what I’m expecting in there. Usually I’m the one asking questions.” “Well don’t act like a suspect and you’ll be fine!” Yune chuckled, but the quirk of Ralph’s eyebrow told him that wasn’t helpful, so Yune jogged his arm instead as they walked towards the precinct, “Man you got this in the bag!” “Look, can I just have the interview first-? Speaking of, I thought you were helping Y/N today?!” Yune shrugged, “I offered to get everyone coffee.” “So you could stand outside and wait for me?” Ralph pushed open the door, turning to his friend, “A little. But while she’s in there I can talk to you!” Ralph’s smile was a little crooked as he opened your office door, “About what?” Although he knew full well where this conversation was going. “C’mon man! About what!”  Ralph threw his jacket over the back of his chair and booted up his computer. His interview notes were still on top of his desk where he’d left them yesterday; you had little cue cards you’d been asking him questions from and he’d been able to answer with a confident smile on the drive home. Maybe he just had to pretend the Captain was you - Ralph had second thoughts on that helping. “Can I just get through today before you get onto me about any of that.” “Geez, what are you so worried about today for?!” Ralph bit his lips together and again blurted it, “Renée called me daddy last night and I- I just… I dunno what I do with that.” Yune’s eyes immediately widened, “Holy shit-” “Don’t get ahead of yourself. It was after a bad dream, she wasn’t properly awake-” Ralph waved his hands towards the floor to calm Yune down, but it didn’t work. “-This is all falling into place! Especially when you’re thinking of…!” Yune’s face lit up, “HA!” Ralph shook his head, “Geez, but it’s all a little too convenient right? Like it’s all just happening a little too… at the same time.” Yune let out a frustrated sigh, making sure the door behind him was closed, “For fuck sake Ralph, just propose to the girl already, you’re killing me here-!!” Ralph looked panicked for a second as he waved his hands once more and pressed his finger to his lips to shut Yune up, looking pretty stern, “Shush!” “She loves you, her kid loves you, you’re gonna get this Captain’s job. It’s all gonna work out. Sometimes things just work Ralph. I know you’re not a big believer… even when you know there’s other forces at work out there.” “...Things don’t just work… there’s gotta be reasons!” “Yeah, I just gave you three, they aren’t connected, they’re just happening at the same time. Stop looking for trouble where there isn’t any.” Yune crossed the room and shook his friend’s shoulders, “Cheer up! Ace this interview!” Then he chuckled, “Now I’m gonna go get coffee before Y/N kills me.” Ralph couldn’t help but chuckle back, “Yeah. I would, and I won’t be stopping her!” “Aw,” Yune feigned hurt as he walked back through the door, “now that’s unfair-! After all my support!?”

Ralph sat back at his desk, finding himself needing to take an even bigger deep breath and wishing Yune hadn’t brought up the proposal. It had been a tentative idea thrown out there the last time the two of them had after work drinks, and Yune had immediately leapt on it. He liked asking if Ralph had thought about what he was going to say, and where, and how, and if he’d got a ring yet. And although Ralph was serious, and he knew in the back of his head such a proposal was imminent, he didn’t know anything beyond the fact he was going to do it. He placed a hand to his forehead and groaned, turning back to his notes - this was priority one, everyone was right. Once Ralph knew what his future was going to hold, he could start thinking about what his future with you would look like - and exactly how he’d change that last name of yours.  

***  

Anderson and Andersson had been a running joke between nearly the whole damn city since you’d arrived here. Yune had refused to tell Ralph your name until the Captain had introduced you. And you’d had to on the spot explain to a surprised looking Ralph that ‘mine is spelt with a double-S’ - hence his sometime-nickname for you. With Yune standing by trying his very best to hold in his laughter with a poker face. How you had to introduce yourselves as “Detective Anderson & Andersson” and everyone got that look on their face. And how you started adding the quip of “Yes, we’re partners.” when you’d started dating. But people started to think that you were already married - and then began the process of explaining the spelling, to every person in Flint City who gave the same little amused smile.

When Ralph had started to joke with you about the possibility of getting married, he’d always said something along the lines of; ‘We need to get rid of that extra S - shouldn’t be too hard!’ You’d never really known - or particularly cared - if he was serious or not. You never seemed to be fishing for marriage, the only time you’d brought it up semi-seriously was when you’d had a tentative conversation of having kids of yours own, your comment being ‘At least change my last name first-!’ Your main concern really was his influence on Renée’s life - and you didn’t need to be married for that to continue the way it was going. She didn’t need to refer to Ralph as her father, but he was certainly a father figure for her. Although ever since that night he’d wanted her to say it again, accidentally, or maybe again in a half-asleep state; it hadn’t happened. And you’d watched Ralph try not to look disappointed, or try not to look like he was wishing for it so hard… You both knew it would take her time, but it looked like it was killing him.

He got the Captaincy easily enough, it was barely even an interview; basic competency questions before what felt much more like a chat. Although Ralph was very cautious of slip ups even then. Of course the Frankie Peterson case was brought up, and all Ralph really had to say was that lessons were learned, no-one was perfect, Terry was done right by in the end. We got the guy - though for obvious reasons he didn’t add that. Ralph was fully prepared to admit to mistakes, but thought the rest of his career would speak for itself. And it clearly did. Basically the whole precinct had been called together when it was announced and had a party for him. (Your little family and his closest friends had a more relaxed and intimate dinner together afterwards, where Ralph let himself go a little bit). Ralph was very humble about accepting it, and careful about his transition period. Especially when it came to you, everyone seemed alright with things as they stood - they had watched you both for several years as partners and how the relationship had played out there. It was all very ‘let’s see how it goes’ - and Ralph would take any complaints or comments about professionalism, favouritism or conflicts of interest very seriously. He had sent a general enquiry to the head of county police, but hadn’t heard anything back yet. Ralph just didn’t want to have to move you somewhere when you were so settled. You joked about going to the DA’s office, but that didn’t go down well - for obvious Bill Samuels related reasons, but also because Ralph thought that might make things even worse. You only ever rolled your eyes at him, “For the millionth time I’m not gonna run off with the guy-! He’s a very good friend.” “I thought he was your best friend.” “Ralph Anderson.” You smiled gently, brushing your lips to his, as if he didn’t know. “You have gotta be out of your mind.” Of course, once the position was in hand, there was barely a day that went by that Yune didn’t give him a look of significance. Ralph quite often had to kick him under the desk or strategically hit him with a folder. ‘Now isn’t the right time.’ ‘No, now is perfect! Don’t tell me you’re scared!?’ ‘I’m not scared-!’ ‘Good, cuz you faced off against a shapeshifting thing in a Texas cave, you can propose to your partner.’ Ralph’s laugh was choked, ‘How is this less scary than that-!?’

Ralph was a little scared of getting down on one knee. He had no plan. No game play. Heck he didn’t even think he knew your ring size - some detective he was! - and Ralph didn’t think he had the skill to enquire nonchalantly, or steal one from your jewellery box to get measured somewhere without you noticing.  And he wanted it to be a surprise for you - another reason why Ralph wanted Yune to keep his damn mouth shut. Either you were bound to overhear, or gossip would get it back to you. But it was his last name. Would you want to change yours? It might have been one letter, sure but… you’d still be taking his name. You’d often said of his last name that it was ‘lazy’ when he told you yours was spelled wrong: ‘Somewhere along the line someone got lazy and decided they couldn’t be doing with that second S.’ ‘Why can’t yours be spelled wrong!?’ ‘Most popular surname in Sweden, definitely not spelt wrong.’ Then you’d look up at him; ‘Or you’re Scottish. Anders-son. Son of Anders. Vs… I think yours is Andrew. With that missing S.’ He’d quirked his eyebrow ‘Something wrong with that-!?’ ‘No.’ Though you gave him a teasing little smirk as you’d mused on it for a minute, ‘I’m still going for that lazy angle!’ Not that Ralph thought that would factor any into your decision to marry him, but it was a conversation that kept flooding his brain as he got more and more anxious about asking you. 

Then, suddenly, the perfect idea came to him…

***  

You’d had another day visiting smaller ‘crime scenes’ and filing legal paperwork. Overjoyed when Bill kept congratulating you on being the only one who actually did half this stuff yourself. “One of a kind, Y/N, I tell ya!” “Anything for my favourite DA, of course.” “Which is why we gotta work against those idiots in the PD, right?” “Team work!” You grinned, “Although one is about to be the permanent Captain.” “Ah yeah, well, I’m still the DA. So, if he gives you trouble-!” Although Bill’s smile was warm - Ralph and he had their differences in the work place, but would certainly consider each other friends out of it. You laughed, “Oh, I’ll be right over!” Now you were back at the precinct and pretty buzzy with good energy. All your work was done for the day, and there was nothing too strenuous to pick up from the crimes either.

Your new Captain was standing outside, hands on his hips and smile on his face. You stopped in the grass and tilted your head at him. Ralph looked so happy, but also a little shy about it. You wondered what was up. But couldn’t help but think how lovely it was to see him looking like this. “Captain.” You grinned as he crossed to you, “You need me for something?” “Well I have been waiting for you.” “Oh, not long I hope?” “Well, I mean, I guess I’ve been waiting a while but… better now than never.” “What is?” Ralph reached into his jacket pocket and held out a little booklet for you. It looked like a detective badge, although you wore your own on your belt you always liked the ID booklet ones. Maybe you’d start using one more if this was a new one. You knew that your own promotion was imminent, in line with his own. “It’s about time you started spelling your last name right.” That smile on his face was gorgeous, and yet altogether quite indescribable and you couldn’t help but smile back.

A little confused at first, you took it from him delicately, opening it up. At first you noticed the title at the top. Quite correct: you’d been bumped up a rank; that didn’t surprise you, Ralph already had discussed with you that was something he would do if he got the Captain’s position. Then you scanned the rest of the document and paused. 

‘Y/N Anderson’. You stared at the name for a good few seconds, even though you knew exactly what this was. Your small smile ended up stretching across your cheeks and you could feel your blush rise as you looked back up at him again slowly. Ralph looked like he was trying to fight a smile until he had the answer, although how he could think he’d even need one was really beyond you. “Yes.” “Yes?” Somehow he looked surprised, even at the confidence in your voice. “YES!” You threw your arms around him, perfectly aware that you’d just shrieked it and you were about to start crying. “God, I love you SO much Ralph Anderson!” Ralph held you close with a laugh, “I mean I don’t have a ring; we’ll have to go shopping. but I-” “Are you kidding!?” You pulled back for a second looking back at your new badge, that wasn’t something you cared about right now, “What were you going for, most original proposal ever!?” “I mean I can get down on one knee and actually ask the question, if you want me to. Heck maybe I should I just--” You shook your head and wiped your eyes, “Just ask me. If you want to ask, you don’t need to. This is… perfect.” Ralph chuckled again, and took a deep breath, “Y/N, will you please let me take that damn ‘S’ out of your last name?” You couldn’t help but cackle, thinking that he might just ask you straight, “You may!” “So you’ll marry me?” He grinned, and instead of answering you pulled him into a kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck as Ralph pulled your body closer to his. He would change her name too, that significance was not lost on you. If he was your husband, he would be Renée’s step-dad… and maybe he’d get called it regularly. Time would surely tell if Ralph Anderson would get his unspoken wish.

Your making-out in the parking lot had not gone unnoticed by Ralph’s best friend, and Yune’s whistle broke you apart. “Hey! Captain! Did she say yes!?” You both looked to each other and then to him. You were still holding that little booklet in your hand and you looked from Ralph to Yune and back. Ralph’s eyes remained on his friend, grinning although he didn’t answer, arms still around you. Of course Yune knew about this, of course he was in on it. You left your very-new fiancé and sprinted across the parking lot to hug the police lieutenant, very nearly screaming: “WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!”

Ralph shook his head watching you almost drag Yune to the ground with your hug, but laughed. Oh, he knew what he was getting himself into alright. He crossed the parking lot to help his friend before he got too smothered. Day 1 of the rest of his life, and that proposal hadn’t been so bad. You had just specifically agreed to take his last name, and Ralph’s heart swelled. If he was a crier, he’d let the happy tears he could feel prickling at his eyes fall.   He guessed the jokes would have to change now… Still, he’d trade those jokes for this.

Detective Anderson & Anderson didn’t sound so bad to him, after all.

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Eternal Flame- 9/? Kol Mikaelson

Vampires... They're Real

WC: 1675

We all fell asleep in Sams room the following night while watching his favourite comfort movie in his bed. That's the twelfth time I've seen Top Gun now. We were or at least I was woken up by a loud cough coming from the doorway, I opened my eyes to reveal that I fell asleep on the floor last night with the three boys on the bed, and they say chivalry is dead. I looked at the digital clock on Sams bedside cabinet which read 11.03 which made me sit up abruptly looking at the doorway to see Meredith, she must have stayed over as well. I got up searching for my phone to reveal i had 12 texts from Elena, 5 from Ric and a voicemail from the least likely person, Damon Salvatore. I shoved it into my back pocket before heading to the door leaving the trio sleeping peacefully. I walked down the stairs to see Meredith, Harry, and Lucy. Sams parents.

"I am so sorry for your loss Mr. and Mrs. Fell. You too Meredith." I told them sincerely upset about the death of Tobias Fell. "Do they know the cause of death?" I asked the trio which Lucy replied.

"Animal attack." Strained voice probably from crying and comforting her husband.

Animal attack.

Vampires.

"That's terrible." I said still feeling bad for them especially Meredith and Harry but still genuinely hoping that it was a tomb vampire and not Stefan. "Again, I'm sorry for your loss." This created a weak smile from Lucy and a nod from Meredith, Harry staring into space. I heard a honk from outside that sounded like a certain Salvatores vintage car. "That's my ride."

"I'll show you out," Meredith got out standing up heading towards the door I've been going in and out since freshman year.

"Can you tell Sam to text me whenever he wants. I'll be free for him." She nodded confirming she'll pass on the message to my best friend. I walked out and saw the blue vehicle with a raven-haired vampire driver making me nearly turn back and go back to Sam. I walked towards him and got into the car. I put the seatbelt on then he sped away.

"Do you not answer your texts?" He questioned in that classic Damon tone. I rolled my eyes.

"When a family member of my best friends has been killed via 'animal attack' I tend to stick by him" I replied snarkily making him roll his eyes. "Well, what's with the texts and calls?" It was his time to show off his 'iconic' smirk.

"Well, I assume you're aware of the little ghost problem we had last night." I hummed in agreement my mind going back to the conversation i had with my deceased aunt "Well the ghost of Mason Lockwood gave me a visit and showed me something very interesting in the Lockwood cellar" he told me stretching the very before stopping not giving me any hints of what it may be.

"Well? What is it?" I asked annoyed at the vampire already, two minutes must be a record.

"Patience is a virtue, middle Gilbert" making me roll my eyes for what seems to be the tenth time in three minutes. We sat in silence on the way to the Lockwood cellar before getting out the car and walking a good five minutes "Could you be any slower?" Damon asked annoyed by my speed making me contemplate going slower just to annoy him.

"I can try." He turned back and glared at me we walked into the cellar seeing my sister and Ric who must have gotten here not long before us as they were walking down the hidden tunnel in the cellar. Damon put a finger to his month as if be quiet, i narrowed my eyes but nevertheless I went behind him quiet to see where this is going. I overheard Ric saying to Elena.

"Careful where you shine that thing. Bats hate the light."

"Wait, what?" Elena replied making me keep a laugh in when Damon comes down the tunnel standing behind her whispers.

"Elena!" Which she turns around to see the blue-eyed vampire "Boo!" scaring the petit brunette as I see he jump with fright.

"Ah, god Damon!" She yelled making me smile before pushing past him to stand next to Ric.

"Scaredy-cat!" He goads.

"Just ignore him. That's what I do." Ric advises Elena and me rolling his eyes.

"To be fair Ric," he looked at me while I was looking at the floor expecting me to actually defend a Salvatore "it is quite hard at times, his voice is just that annoying. Its impossible" making the doppelganger and hunter smirk at the scowl on the vampires' face.

"Your real brave when your somewhere I can't reach you" I gave him a smirk in retaliation to the statement.

"So, you really can't get in?" my twin asks the annoyed creature.

"No. Seems like even the ancient Lockwoods were anti-vampire." Damon told the elder Gilbert.

"Wonder why?" I sarcastically muttered making him give me a glare which I ignored too busy trying not to fall in the dark and rough terrain.

"What do you mean ancient?" Elena questions oblivious to the comment made towards the Salvatore and his species. His eyes go back to my sister, he gestured in a way to carry on walking.

"See for yourself." The four of us carrying on the walk with two flashlights being our only source of light. "Well, this is as far as I go" Damon states letting the two gilbert sisters and their hunter guardian carry on walking. Elena shines her flashlight on the wall in front of us to show drawings of all kinds seemingly to be Viking runic.

"What is all this?" my sister asks from beside me while I somehow read some of the writing.

"Well as far as I can tell, it's a story." Ric begins "In simple, archaeological terms, it's a really, really old story" he points at a drawing of what is the moon cycle, I think? "That right there, is the moon cycle" after this he points at another drawing on the wall "a man, a wolf." How did I know that was moon cycle?

"A werewolf" Elena says looking mesmerized by the drawings.

"Yeah, it's the 'Lockwood Diaries: Pictionary-Style'" Damon pitches in with an attempt at humor of the possibly huge discovery in front of us.

"But the Lockwoods didn't settle here until the 1860's with the rest of the founders. Who drew these? When were they drawn?" I asked the historian in which he shared a look with the vampire.

"A long time ago" Ric vaguely told me.

"How long?" My sister said backing me up by questioning the hunter as well.

"Long. It gets better. Show them, Ric." Damon once again butted in.

"Names. They're not native. They're written in-"

"Runic, a Viking script" I cut him off making his look at me with eyebrows raised, I shrugged my shoulders.

"Vikings?" my sister said not understand that Vikings were in Mystic Falls.

"This name here, I translated it and it reads Niklaus" Ric tells us.

"Klaus"

"And Elijah... and Rebekah" pointing towards the names on the wall flashing at a group of names one catching my eye that I'm barely hearing anything, it was only three letters. it was next to Rebekahs making me think that maybe it was another Mikaelson. I was in a weird kind of daze, the only thing breaking me out of the trance I was in while looking at the name was.

"Mikael." That makes me snap my head towards the teacher.

"Mikael? Their dad?" I questioned with a nod of confirmation from Ric.

"Mikael, as in, the vampire hunter who knows how to kill Klaus?" My sister asked all of us.

"Yep. I now like to call him 'Papa Original'" Damon says humor filling his voice while Ric takes pictures of the cave wall.

To break the tension my phone rang to see Sam was texting me,

'Meet me at our place in ten mins?'

I furrow my eyebrows wondering what could be so important that couldn't be said over the phone but sent back a little.

'Sure'.

"Hate to break this lovely revelation short but I have somewhere to be, friend to console. You know the drill." indicating I'm going to speak to Sam which Elena nods in reassurance.

"Yeah go, be with him. Do you need a ride to his place?" She asks me but I shook my head.

"I can walk it but thanks Lena" walking out of the cave missing the look of borderline shock on her face at the nickname I've barely called her since the accident. I walk out of the old Lockwood cellar northwest for a few minutes before reaching a little lake that is usually used for parties but when quiet a peaceful place where Sam and I come to regularly when we need to get away from everything. When I'm there I already see the brunette sitting on a rock.

"Hey, Sam." He turns around while sitting to see me, he turns back around facing the lake with a serious expression on his pale face. "Are you okay? Stupid question. What can I do to help?" I asked reprimanding myself for asking such a stupid question at the beginning. I sat down next to him on the same rock. He gave me a small smile.

"You can keep a secret right?" He asked in all serious.

"Of course," I told him offhandedly.

"No Alexandra. I'm being deadly serious, what I'm about to tell you... I'm not supposed to tell anyone. You can't tell anyone." he told me turning around looking me in dead in the eye. I turned around facing him curious yet worried about my grieving friend.

"Sam, you can tell me anything. I swear on my parents grave I won't tell anyone." I sincerely swore to him.

"It's about" he stopped himself breathing in before sharing

"Vampires... They're real."

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A/N: Sorry for the lack of content episode wise in this but I thought I'd give you an idea of how Sam is going to be a recurring maybe even main character and the rest of the episode plus a bit of Sam drama is part two of the episode.

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