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moraxine · 3 months ago

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Fragments of Us [Ekko]

pairing: ekko x reader

words: 2k

summary: ekko wakes up in an alternate universe where you’re alive and everything feels right—but it’s not his world. torn between love and duty, he must leave to save his reality.

ARCANE SPOILERS!

“Powder. Ugh, she’s so annoying sometimes. I told her that the graffiti on Sevika’s stupid bar wasn’t even that good—like, come on, who even uses pink for a skull?—and she just flipped out ! Called me a ‘wannabe artist.’ Like, okay?”

Ekko’s chest burns as he violently jolts awake, aware , coughing as if he’s been drowning moments before. His head is pounding, all memories flooding his mind and spinning round and round. It takes a few moments for his vision to stabilise and start clearing up.

What the hell happened?

“Hey, are you okay?”

Hearing your voice, familiar yet a voice he never thought his ears would detect ever again, he freezes. His eyes snap open, adjusting to the dim glow of the neon streetlamp. After a while of simply blinking, right hand on his forehead, he dares to turn your way, only to face you in utter shock.

There you are, right beside him, nervously fiddling with a small gadget in your hand while waiting for his answer.

Ekko’s breath gets caught in his throat.

His gaze desperately darts around, taking in the distorted version of Zaun. The buildings look eerily familiar but cleaner, more polished. And then there is you —alive, bright-eyed, rambling as if nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

“You’re staring at me like I’ve got two heads or something. All good in there?” You ask, leaning closer as you gently tap his head.

No, no, no.

This must be some kind of twisted joke, a dream soon to turn into a nightmare, like the ones he experienced after your passing.

A strong wave of dizziness takes over and he loses balance. You’re not fast enough to catch him and he collapses on the floor, tears gleaming in his eyes.

“Shit, Ekko, I told you I’m fine walking home by myself! You need to focus on fixing that sleep schedule of yours. You work too much….”

You kneel down to check on him but as soon as you reach for his arm, he manages to pull himself up, wincing as his muscles protest. “I’m fine,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “Just… where am I?”

Your brow furrows. “Zaun, duh. Did you hit your head?”

Zaun. But not his Zaun. This is different. Cleaner. Sharper. Brighter. Wrong.

You wave a hand in front of his face when he’s up on his feet again, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Seriously, you’re acting super weird.”

He shakes his head, trying to gather himself. “I’m… just tired.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you say, leaning back on your heels. “Well, you can sleep at my place if you want. It’s a bit of a mess, but it’s better than the middle of the street.”

“Why…Why are you helping me?”

I didn’t protect you. I let you die-

You scoff, crossing your arms. “You have to be kidding me, really.”

He stares at you, his chest tightening. You are so casual, so warm, so alive. This isn’t his world—it is someone else’s. Someone’s whom was able to keep you safe and happy.

You wave a hand in front of his face. “Helloooo? You good, or do I need to drag you there myself?”

He blinks, shaking himself out of his trance. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Finally,” you say grabbing his arm. “You’re lucky I’m such a good friend, y’know.”

As you lead him down the street, continuing your pointless rambling about Powder and some argument over graffiti, Ekko follows silently, his mind racing. He doesn’t belong here, but for the first time in years, being near you feels like he is home.

ii.

Ekko is standing in the corner of your cluttered workshop, his fingers trembling slightly as he tightens the final screws on a device he barely understands anymore. Weeks have been spent scavenging parts, tearing apart old tech, and sketching blueprints on scraps of paper. The machine is almost ready—his way out of this world is almost ready.

You, of course, don’t know. In fact, you seem to know nothing about Ekko lately. Ever since that incident outside the bar, he’s been acting strange in a way you can’t pinpoint.

“Hey, genius,” you call from across the room, pulling him out of his thoughts. You’re perched on a high stool, playing with a broken clock. “You’ve been staring at that thing for hours. What is it, anyway?”

He stiffens at your question, keeping his face carefully neutral. “Just… something to help me get around. It’s nothing.”

You narrow your eyes, unconvinced. “Since when do you get all secretive about your projects? You used to brag about your tech every chance you got.”

“Since now,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

It’s been this way for quite some time now—Ekko growing quieter, more distant, all while you try to bridge the gap with your usual chatter. You’ve noticed the way he avoids your eyes, the way he flinches whenever you stand too close. It’s not like him.

And it hurts.

“You’re acting weird, Ekko,” you admit, setting the clock down and leaning back on your hands. “Like, even weirder than usual. Did I do something?”

“No,” he says quickly, but his voice sounds strained, and the single word only makes you more assured that there is indeed something going on.

“Then what?” you press, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve been avoiding me for days. Is this about Powder? Because if so, she’s the one being difficult, not me.”

Ekko clenches his jaw, his hands tightening around the tool in his grip. He can’t tell you. You wouldn’t understand—not fully. How could he possibly explain that you’re not even supposed to be here? That this version of you isn’t his you? That in his world, you’re just a memory he carries like a scar?

“It’s nothing,” he says finally, his voice low. “Just… drop it, okay?”

You flinch at the coldness in his tone, but you force a laugh, trying to mask the sting. “Fine. Be mysterious, then. See if I care.”

Turning away, you pretend to focus on the clock again, but your heart isn’t in it. You want to push him, demand answers, but something in his expression stops you. There’s a pain in his eyes that you can’t quite place, and for the first time, you wonder if this is bigger than any conflict he might have had with people in the past.

Ekko exhales slowly, his shoulders sagging. He hates doing this—pushing you away. But if he lets you in, it’ll only make leaving harder.

Because he is leaving. As much as he wants to stay, to pretend this is his life, he knows it isn’t real. He doesn’t belong here. And the longer he stays, the harder it’ll be to say goodbye. Especially to you.

“Hey,” you say suddenly, breaking the silence. “For what it’s worth, you’re still my favorite nerd. Even if you’re being a jerk.”

He looks up at you, startled by the softness in your voice. For a moment, he wants to tell you everything—to explain why he can’t let himself get too close. To tell you he loves you. But that would be partially true as you’re not his. Instead, he just nods. “Thank you.”

You offer him a small yet warm smile and his resolve falters for a moment. But then his gaze falls on the machine again—his way out—and he reminds himself why he has to do this.

It’s almost done. Just a little longer.

iii.

Ekko stands in the middle of the workshop, his hand resting on the activation lever of the machine. The room hums faintly with power, the cobbled-together contraption sparking faintly as it waits for his final command. It’s ready. After days of work, this is it—it’s time to go back to the people who need him.

But his chest feels tight, and it’s not just from the lingering ache of exhaustion. It’s because of you.

The door creaks open, and his heart sinks. You’re standing there, your expression caught somewhere between confusion and anger. “What the hell is this?” you ask, stepping inside. “Ekko, what’s going on?”

He doesn’t look at you. He can’t. “It’s… nothing.”

“Nothing?” you snap, gesturing at the machine. “You’ve been shutting me out for God knows how long, and now I find you messing with… whatever this is you’ve made? Don’t lie to me, Ekko.”

He finally meets your eyes, and the raw emotion there almost makes him crumble. But he takes a deep breath and steadies himself. “I can’t explain it.”

You take a step closer, your frustration giving way to hurt. “Why? Why can’t you just tell me? I’m not mad—I just… I don’t understand why you’ve been acting like this.”

Ekko clenches his fists, his mind racing. He could tell you the truth—about the alternate universe, about the fact that you don’t even exist anymore in his world. But what good would it do?

“It’s better this way,” he replies quietly.

Your hands drop to your sides, and the look in your eyes nearly breaks him. “Better for who? For me? Or for you?”

“Y/n…” His voice cracks, but he quickly swallows it down. “I don’t belong here. I need to leave. That’s all I can say.”

You shake your head, your voice trembling. “You’re lying. You’ve been here all this fucking time, and now you’re just… leaving? Without a word?”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you do!” you shout, stepping closer until you’re right in front of him. “Whatever this is, whoever you think you are—you’re my… friend, Ekko. You don’t just get to disappear without telling me why.”

His hands tremble as he reaches up to touch your shoulder, his gaze locked on yours. “You are—” His voice breaks, and he has to force himself to keep going. “You’re amazing. You’re… everything good about this place. You’re the reason I’m still alive. But I can’t stay.”

You stare at him, your heart pounding. His words feel final, and the weight of them crushes you completely. You fail to understand. Nothing makes sense, absolutely nothing. “Why?” you whisper, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. “Why can’t you stay? Is it something I did?”

“No!” he says, more forcefully than he means to. He takes your hands, holding them tightly. “It’s not you. It’s… me. It’s my world. I need to go back to where I came from.”

You can’t comprehend what he’s saying, but the desperation in his voice silences your questions. You nod, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Fine,” you say, even though it’s anything but fine. “If you have to go… go.”

His hands linger on yours for a moment longer before he lets go. “I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me,” he says softly. “But I can’t. Not here.”

Tears spill over as you watch him turn back to the machine. “Will I ever see you again?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

He hesitates, his hand hovering over the lever. “I don’t know.”

That’s all he can give you.

With one last look at you, his expression filled with regret and longing, he pulls the lever. The machine sparks to life, and the air around him ripples with energy. You take a step back, shielding your eyes as the light grows blinding.

When the light fades, he’s there, his tired body slumped down on the ground. You immediately run to his side, kneeling down and pulling him to your lap. The room falls silent, the only sound the faint hum of the now blown up machine. You gently caress his cheek, tears running down your hot cheeks.

After a while, he wakes up.

And it doesn’t take you very long to realise.

You glance at the remains one last time.

And you hope that wherever he is, he’s doing what he set out to do—saving his people, his world, even if it meant leaving this one behind.

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darlingdekarios · 1 year ago

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the best thing.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 5,608 content: Gale Dekarios x f!tav [f!reader], porn with plot, established relationship (engaged), post-Baldur's Gate III canon, fluff, domestic bliss, smut [fingering - receiving, oral - receiving, unprotected p in v, creampie], kink(s) [overstimulation, orgasm control, hands, hair pulling, body worship]

after everything the two of you have been through, you're eager to give Gale one perfect, blissful day.

It was almost unbelievable seeing you bathed in the golden hues of the morning standing in his kitchen, back to him as you fussed over whatever it was you currently had sizzling on the stove. It was so rare that he was able to sneak upon you these days - you were so attuned to one another that simply entering the same room was enough of a greeting.

But now you were focused, far too much so to notice your lover's entrance, or even to notice him for several more moments as he leaned against the doorframe, peacefully enjoying the serenity that being near to you caused. Even this was enough to fill his heart with love.

"If there should ever come a day when your presence does not fill this tower again it will surely be a day without sunrise."

You turned to him and offered a smile that rivaled the sun itself in beauty and warmth, every bit as life sustaining to him. You were wearing an apron he often donned in the kitchen, the fabric graffitied with streaks of color and puffs of powder. He was struck as he so often was with you, offering nothing more than a smile in return that reached his eyes as he remained transfixed by you - the very center of his universe and far beyond anything his goddess had ever shown him in beauty.

"There are painters who envy me of this privilege. To wake to such beauty in my own home every day…I truly am a fortunate man."

You would never tire of the way Gale's words spread through you like warmest fire, making you feel worthy of a love such as this every moment no matter how your mind was trying to force you to feel that day. To say in the time that had passed since your adventures in bliss would be an understatement - both of you had found what could only be described as heaven in life with one another.

Everything about one another had become home, the deep love the two of you shared the kind that people prayed to the gods for.

"You wake up everyday and set out to make me love you more than the last.""

"I could say the very same to you, my love," his voice was particularly cheerful this morning and you were glad you'd decided today for your plan. It was already off to a great start, and it could truly only get better from here with what you had up your sleeve. "What has you in the kitchen at this hour? We didn't exactly get to sleep early, by any standard."

When you've gone through the things you've been through, sometimes it can feel wrong when someone looks at you with the amount of love and adoration Gale was now…the way he did so often these days. Whether you were resting in his bed, reading at his side, curled with Tara on the couch, or doing any other thing to fill the time, he looked at you now like it was what he hoped to do last in the world.

And he always would.

"I made you breakfast. Or at least…I did my best at…making you breakfast."

The smile that spread across his face was more stunning than any of the scenery in all of your adventures, not a single star or moon matching its beauty. As you were lost in your profound love for him he took the lull in conversation to close the distance to you, wrapping his arms around you and reuniting you into his warm embrace - it hadn't been long, but it was always an eternity.

He pressed several kisses to your forehead as he gazed over your shoulder, analyzing the plates you'd made for the two of you to enjoy. His brows pulled together in an expression you recognized as being deep in thought - you pressed a kiss to the lines as he spoke again.

"I know this meal…"

Your lips lifted into a smile against his skin and he reached upward to encourage you to meet his gaze again, awaiting your response and hoping it was a confirmation of what he suspected. "It was the first breakfast you made for the party. I remember how proud you were and how delicious it was…no one had ever cooked for me like that."

"Your memory is just as astounding as the rest of you," he was positively grinning at you, eyes expressive and proudly displaying every bit of love he felt for you. His head tilted to the side briefly - something you were quite fond of - as his brow furrowed again, the arm that remained around your waist pulling you closer. "It's not my birthday, is it?"

Forget loving him more by the day - you loved Gale Dekarios more by the second.

"No, dearest," you replied, reaching one of your hands upward to rest against his chest. You held his gaze as you spoke knowing he preferred when you didn't look away. "I just realized…in all the time since I've met you there have been many meals that you've made me, and I've never made you a single one."

His expression softened even more, something you didn't know was possible, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to her lips. The first kiss of the new day was always a shared favorite between the two of you - no matter how many days passed the first always created goosebumps and pulled quiet sighs of pleasure from your chests.

"You are truly are a gentle soul," he muttered against your lips, the hand that still cradled the back of your head sliding to cup your cheek instead, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone tenderly. "I'm still not always entirely sure I deserve it."

"But you do," you promised, eager to hush the self doubt that still lingered in your fiancé day-to-day. It was something you were happy to live with - it never annoyed you or grew tiresome, you were more than willing to remind him how loved he was despite any mistakes he'd made in the past, that any he'd make in the future were already forgiven. "You deserve it, Gale. We've been through so much together and I was thinking…I want you to have a perfect day. I want to do anything and everything you want to do for an entire day."

"Starting with breakfast?"

You sheepishly smiled and nodded before confirming, "I know it won't be as good as when you made it, but…"

"It will be perfect," he silenced your own worries gracefully and gently before they could even begin to fester. "As most things made in love are. Would you join me on the balcony for our meal?"

It was incredible how something as mundane as sharing a meal together could become an act of utmost intimacy. With Gale even the smallest moments felt like a life's worth of promise and love - if every day was like this you would leave this life with nothing but happiness in your heart. The day passed with him like a dream, like you'd truly found the person you were meant to spend this much time with. The person you were meant to face the passing years together - who you were excited to watch more grey bloom in his hair.

After breakfast both of you had fallen asleep on the balcony in a gentle embrace, his arms holding you against his chest as you slept. When you woke, Tara was asleep on your back and so you'd continue to lay together until the tressym removed herself to carry on with her day. All the while Gale had gazed at you lovingly, stroking your hair and face when you had continued to sleep a few moments longer. He'd never tire of the serenity that filled your face in truly peaceful slumber.

For lunch Gale opted to eat by a nearby lake, the beautiful afternoon the perfect landscape for him to take a moment to indulge in a bit of poetry…about you, of course. It made you bashful when he did so - it always had and likely always would, a demure laugh passing through your lips as you tried to hide behind your hands as he poetically described the many things he loved about you.

Of course, the heat in your cheeks only increased when his poetry turned to that of describing the ways he wanted to demonstrate his love - but you were certain you were burning when he'd followed it with a kiss not entirely decent for a relatively public setting. Nevertheless, he certainly didn't seem to mind.

It continued with a trip to the bookstore, the apothecary, and to another local merchant where he bought some supplies for home and a necklace for you that yes he insisted you have, even though you now had a collection forming in the tower. Before you could finish your day in town he asked to pop down to the local inn for a quick drink.

You were well aware that this was truly just time for Gale to show off his future wife to the other patrons - something that always made you feel fantastic about yourself. The fact that the famed Wizard of Waterdeep felt pride in having you at his side was no small compliment - it was a fact you flourished in.

Back home, the two of you cooked dinner together, Gale eager to give you tips on how you could improve in the future. When it was time to eat you shared a bottle of wine that you'd selected together earlier and ate in silence, reading your new books with zero complaints even capable of being formed in your mind.

Your eyes only left the words on the pages to glance across the table to him lovingly - something you were joyous to find he mirrored frequently. It was after dinner had been cleaned up and the two of you had tidied up from the day that you found yourself in his embrace, yet again on the balcony where so much of your shared time was spent.

For a while he simply remained with his head resting atop yours, holding you gently as you shared another sunset. It was only once the sun had completely gone for the night over the horizon that he turned you in his arms slowly, eyes finding yours like it was their nature to do so, wasting no time in leaning down to kiss you again tenderly.

"Have you enjoyed your day, my heart?"

He smiled the kind of smile that pulled lines beside his eyes, eyes that were twinkling and rivaling the stars that had started to decorate the sky for the night. You could feel how content and relaxed he was in the delicate hold he maintained on you, the love pouring from him and seeming to wrap you in a tighter embrace. It was these moments where the weave truly connected the two of you, holding you together and proving that you were meant to be together in this world - and the next, if that happened to be what came.

"I have enjoyed every day by your side, even the difficult ones," his voice was so earnest there was simply no possibility of disbelief from you - you could hear the honesty soaking his words, every sentence another promise and declaration of his love for you. "But today has been perfection. I could thank you for a lifetime and it wouldn't be enough."

The kiss he gave you then was the kind that is written about in books - in fairytales, the kind that inspires poetry and signifies the truest of love. He continued to hold you against him gently as your lips entered a dance you both yearned for constantly - at this point you were no strangers to what each of you liked and it was reflected with every swipe of your tongues and movement of your lips.

And it was always until you were both breathless - never a second before. The two of you had experienced so many things together that had made so many of your early tenderness rushed - neither of you were ever in any particular rush anymore. This kiss was exactly like so many these days - savored. And yet this was only the beginning of what the two of you would savor in the night to come.

"Would you like to retire to our bedroom for the night?"

You words were light as you whispered against his lips, biting at the bottom one lightly when you finished your question. A truly pleased grin spread across his face as you pulled away, his arms still anchoring you to him - if you wanted him to he'd release you, of course, but it was never a moment too soon.

"Darling, you need only ask."

Thankfully, the bedroom was mere steps away and it was easy to tug him inside with hands gently pulling at the collar of his shirt, your lips not leaving one another for long. Though it was obvious where Gale's mind was heading - a it was difficult to deny it for much longer as it had been growing since the kiss at the lake earlier - you still had one more thing planned for him.

One of his hands slid lower to cup your ass and bring you closer, tongue seeking entry into your mouth again as he waved a hand to ensure there was some light by way of many candles. You shook your head to which he huffed, pulling away just far enough to pass you an inquisitive look.

"Not quite yet, my love," you cooed, pressing a consolation kiss to his lips briefly before pulling away fully, wrestling yourself free from his grasp with a giggle. "Remove your shirt and lie down on your stomach."

Though he muttered under his breath about it he followed your instructions, brown eyes searching your face for a response as you only sat on the bet waiting for him, always one to enjoy the sight of him undressing. When he was finally in the position you asked him to be you straddled his lower back, hands slowly rubbing the expanse of his shoulders with the perfect pressure to pull a groan from him.

And that was the end of his silent questioning - every swipe of your hand, knead from your fingers and caress was met with a moan, groan, or whine from him - as time continued on he was mumbling into his pillow about how much he loved you…repeatedly. When you reached a particular point you could practically feel tension melt away from him and you leaned downward to press a kiss to the back of his neck before encouraging him to roll with a squeeze of your legs.

And oh, was he happy to oblige - to be reunited with your face, now with the moon's glow coming through the curtains to illuminate you alongside the flickering candles. A considerable amount of time had passed since you began massaging him and still you showed no signs of stopping, continuing to straddle his waist as your efforts now focused on his chest.

"Your hands are divine," he was barely coherent through the pleasure he already felt, his words far less calculated than they're normally be. "I could lay here for a ten day and happily starve."

"I suppose you're feeling well about your day then, my love?"

It was an unnecessary question - you both knew it. But he was also just as aware that you loved to hear about the feelings your efforts had earned, and it had been a long time since he'd denied you of anything you wanted that he could provide. With his most charming smile he nodded, leaning forward to rub the tip of his nose against yours gently in an innocent show of affection.

You reached upward to run your fingers through his hair delicately, pulling a blissful sigh from his lips again. If it were possible to create a symphony from what filled your bedroom you would gladly hear its melody forever…a sentiment he'd expressed toward you once that you held at the core of your memory and found your mind circling back to often.

So much of his mind was an exact reflection of your that sometimes it seemed they were still connected sometimes.

"Absolutely blessed," when Gale spoke it was as though you were the one who could answer his prayers, something you found irresistibly sweet about him. "If you're not careful you will spoil me beyond reason."

You leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss again, his hands grasping your hips again, sliding to rub over the soft expanse of your thighs. Too selfish to release his lips again you whispered into the kiss, your own hands resting on his chest still, his heartbeat steady and soothing.

"I fail to see why that would be so bad."

He could only smile into it as he continued to kiss you slowly, one of his hands sliding up to hold the back of your head delicately. He began to raise until he was sitting upright, keeping you anchored where you straddled him with his resolute hold on your hip still, ensuring your lips never parted from his for longer than a breath.

Before his arms engulfed your waist his hands made quick work of removing the robe that covered your frame, discarding it to the floor with little care. His hands caressed over your torso like he truly cherished every inch of you and sought to ensure not a single patch of you went unattended to.

(He truly loved every inch of you - a fact you believed deep into your core. You'd only asked him once what his favorite part of your body was - he'd almost been offended that you'd think he could narrow a list of such considerable length.)

"Still, it may be good for me to exercise some selflessness tonight," he offered, a handsome and playful expression illuminating his features. His hands were now gently resting on either side of your neck, thumbs lightly rubbing back and forth - unable to stay fully idle for long. "You gave me the perfect day. Will you let me treat you to a perfect night in our bed?"

"Have you known me to say no to you often?"

"Only when I've needed to hear it."

No further talk was needed and the two of you continued to kiss tenderly, his hands returning to lavish your breasts again. Your own hands maintained a hold on the back of his head, fingers grasping his hair delicately - completely unwilling to have him pull away. Happy to oblige and always eager to swallow the quiet sounds of pleasure he could pull from you, especially now in the privacy of a bedroom where it had not always been a luxury you'd been provided, one of his hands continued to trail lower.

Until it reached as low as he could on your leg in this position, fingers brushing over the soft skin of your inner thigh - it was obvious he was influencing the weave to crackle at his fingertips gently, the result a pleasant tingle dancing across your skin. Your legs squeezed tighter around him in anticipation and he chastised you with a light swat to your thigh, not to cause pain but to capture your focus again.

You responded with a light nip to his bottom lip which earned a cheeky smile from him, eyes staying on yours as his hand finally reached your core - where you were desperate for him most. Over your panties it was still obvious how wet you were in anticipation of him - your time with Gale had proven that things like that only spurred him onward more, the confirmation that you wanted him just as desperately clouding his mind of all logic.

"Have you been wet all day, my love?"

The tone of his voice melted you like wax, you could only nod and whimper as he pushed the fabric to the side, slowly running two of his skilled digits between your soaked folds. His lips were only centimeters from yours so every movement brought them together slightly, your moan cut off as he kissed you again, index finger circling your clit slowly. He opted to speak against your lips, unwilling to be too far from your sweet lips for long.

"I'd have indulged you long before now had I known this is what waited for me."

His fingers swiped back down to your entrance and the middle slipped into you slowly, a smile playing on his lips as he kissed you again. Though one finger meant every exit and reentry meant pinpointed strokes the stretch wasn't enough to satiate the pressure that was seated in your core, more of a stretch needed than what one finger provided. It only took a slight squirm of your hips for him to take the cue, slipping a second finger into you which you thanked him for with a moan.

He left your lips to kiss to your neck, reclaiming spots that had often been decorated with his mark in your time since returning home with him. His fingers set a leisurely pace pumping into you, stroking your velvet walls perfectly as his tongue lavished a spot on your neck that you knew would only add to the slick coating his hand.

His free hand came to one of your breasts to massage gently, fingers rolling your sensitive nipple and pinching to add to the melody sounding from your mouth. From where you were seated in his lap you could feel his cock hard and throbbing beneath you, adding to your desperation - as skilled as Gale's hands, fingers and mouth were it would never compare to joining together with him.

You rocked down against his waist which pulled a groan from him, fingers picking up pace as he nipped at your neck. "Patient, darling…"

His hand left your chest to grasp your hip instead, steadying the movements you both knew would drive him over an edge he was intent to tiptoe around still for a while yet. When you continued to try to squirm in his hold he removed from you completely, brow furrowed as he used a hand to push you onto your back. He kissed down your torso slowly, eyes staying fixated on yours as he went - communicating his instruction to stay still without a word.

"Gale please, I need you…"

You tried to tempt him into giving into your way for once by reaching upward and slipping your fingers into his hair, giving the messy locks a tug to try to encourage him upward. It was briefly annoying that you felt his lips curve against your hip - amused by your attempt, no doubt -

*(Later when your mind is clearer you'll reflect on this moment - as you so often reflected after intimacy with Gale - and you'd once again be thankful for his insistence on ensuring he went above and beyond for you in all senses.

It was impossible to forget that you'd become the most important thing to him.)

"You know I won't give you what you want until you've cum at least once for me, darling," he reminded, his voice feather light against your inner thigh now where he sucked a fresh mark into your thigh to match what the fading ones had once appeared as. Your fingers ran through his hair and tugged again, he only groaned deeply in response and lightly bit at the spot he'd just marked.

"Gale -"

He did love when you whined for him - it almost always nearly enough to make him break on the spot, the temptation to give into you near overwhelming.

"Ah ah ah," he whispered, the vibrations in his voice tickling your skin as his lips brushed a familiar trail up your thigh to your core. "No arguing, my love. I'm not asking anything unreasonable."

All that was left to do was melt as his tongue ran through your folds, an appreciative moan rumbling in his chest as he tasted you - as though it was the first time all over again. The argument was completely lost as he continued to cover every inch of your cunt with his tongue. He was exactly what he'd told you to be - patient - as his tongue ran back and forth between your oversensitive and swollen clit and your hole that was eager to clench around anything.

This was certainly one of his favorite ways to spend his time now - sometimes to busy his mind with anything other than tortured thoughts of the past he'd lose himself in devouring you. The fact that you always gushed on his tongue was a bonus, one he was more than happy to work for, sometimes refusing to remove his head until you'd finished multiple times.

Even he wasn't patient enough for that tonight, but he was enough to continue lavishing you with his skilled tongue, hands gripping your hips and angling you upward so he was able to fuck his tongue into you and lean back occasionally to gaze lovingly at your pretty, creamy cunt. With the amount of love and devotion he was putting into every movement, it wasn't long until your thighs were squeezing closer around his head, the subtle shake at his fingertips giving your impending release away before you managed to moan out the warning.

"I'm…I…"

"There you go," he leaned away to look up into your face, his lips and chin covered in your slick and his spit. One of his hands abandoned its hold on your hip to join his mouth, two fingers entering you again in a swift movement, the sound that accompanied the movement enough to build heat in your cheeks. "That's a good girl."

With his fingers now pumping into your hole again it left his mouth to focus on your clit, his tongue relentlessly swirling on the bundle of nerves as he pushed you toward release. Your vision was already whitening and your fingers gripped his hair tighter, a cry ripping from your chest as his other hand pressed down on your stomach.

That sensation snapped like a rubber band through you - while you were lost in ecstasy you hardly registered that your release was gushing from you, though Gale wasted no time in covering as much of your cunt with his mouth so he could drink your euphoric nectar.

As you were coming down he crawled back up you, pressing kisses along your torso as he whispered a word or sentence of praise with each one. You were pinned beneath him, one of his forearms resting next to your head as a leg moved to slide one of yours higher - though you were in a post-orgasm haze you registered you needed to wrap your leg around his waist.

His hand came to smooth your hair back, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to your nose - a tender action that didn't match the lewd way he rolled his hips into yours, his cock throbbing and leaking from what you could feel against your pussy. His other hand maintained a tight grip on your hip and he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips now, whispering quietly against them.

"Are you ready for me, my love?"

The truth was, he could never enter you fast enough - or at least he wouldn't, his playful nature shining through one last time before he lost himself completely in intimacy. It showed now in the subtle shake to his voice, the slightly higher pitch that gave away how much he needed you.

"Please."

"I do so enjoy when you ask nicely."

He started sliding his cock into you slowly groaning the entire way, opting not to continue to kiss you so he could gaze into your face with complete adoration, finding just as much bliss in seeing your eyes roll back and flutter closed as a light smile played on your lips as he did in feeling your velvet walls around him again.

And this - this was as perfect as anything else that had ever truthfully been described as such. This is where both of you found some reason, some meaning - where both of you created your own galaxies. It started slow, Gale preferring to savor the first strokes inch by inch every time. His lips never left you, kissing you gently in any place he could reach on your face and neck and shoulders as he muttered quiet words of love and appreciation.

Poetry that would only be shared between the two of you.

When he was satisfied with the amount he'd cherished every inch of your walls welcoming him in again he re-angled your bodies so both of your legs were around his waist now, the new angle allowing him to fuck into you deeper. Now he was hitting a spot he knew would make you see stars, hoping that you'd thank him for remembering exactly how to reach it -

"Gale…feels s'good…"

He sounded his appreciation with a loud moan of his own, his pace increasing as the tension built in his core now. You felt impossibly tighter each time he re-entered, a fact that was driving him closer to release. Unable to voice it he pressed a sloppy, desperate kiss to your lips before leaning his sweaty forehead against yours, breaths falling out heavy against your lips.

No matter how close his release threatened to snap, he would never do so without hearing you tell him to do so. You allowed him a moment to dangle over the edge for a moment as you bit into your bottom lip, catching his attention and focus - focus on your swollen lips, and the sweaty sheen covering your face and slicking your hair…on the way your eyes threatened to spill tears at how blissfully good you felt.

"Come for me, Gale," the instruction already had him grasping you tighter, but when you continued with an offer that hadn't previously been on the table it was impossible for him to hold back much longer. "Fill me…"

He kissed you again - a little too hard for how swollen your lips already were from the amount of kissing already done but with a passion that was returned nonetheless. His thrusts became just as messy as his kisses had and he pumped his throbbing length into you hard and fast, hips pistoning into yours repeatedly.

Both of your sounds filled the room as his movements pushed you toward a second release of your own, walls clenching around him so tight he now couldn't bring himself to remove from you completely. Recognizing both of you needed a breath as his own head began to spin he buried into you to the hilt roughly one last time as his orgasm started, toppling you over into your own at the feeling of his thick seed coating your insides.

You were thankful he wasn't a particularly massive man when he practically collapsed against you, breaths coming out heavy against your neck as his mind found a new addiction in filling your womb. Normally he'd withdraw to get a soft and warm cloth to clean you but tonight it hardly seemed necessary - even if you fell asleep now it wouldn't be long before he was sheathing himself in you again.

He would care for you in other ways tonight, pulling away from you slowly and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he positioned you both into something much more comfortable, facing one another on your sides so you could continue to enjoy the serenity illuminating one another's faces.

Between your bodies one of his hands met yours, your fingers lightly tracing lines on the back of his hand. He continued to enjoy the true peace of the moment before speaking again.

"Today was beyond words," he whispered lightly when he found his voice again. You could hear the love that each word was spoken with - what's more you could see it reflected in his eyes. "You give me everything I could have ever dreamed of and more."

You moved closer to curl up to him, burying your face in his neck as he waved a hand to ignite the fireplace, keeping one arm around you to hold you close as one of your legs slipped up over his waist. After he pulled the blanket over your bodies he turned his head to press a kiss to your forehead, finding your eyes were already closed and yet you still had a small smile on your lips. As he gazed at you for just a moment longer Tara jumped onto the foot of the bed, giving a long stretch before settling in for the night, her purrs mixing with the crackle of the fire.

Just when he thought you'd already fallen asleep you surprised him with another question.

"Let's do it again tomorrow?"

He kissed your forehead with a light smile on his lips as his arms tightened around you, happy to give this and more to you for as many days as you'd allow.

"And the day after that."

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harrywavycurly · 9 days ago

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Worth the Fight: Bad Energy

Masterlist: Here

CW: language, mentions of baby stuff, pregnancy symptoms and one moment where Ethan is mean (not to you lol)

A/N: I feel like y’all are working your way to a good place and maybe y’all can be friends soon if nothing happens that could potentially get in the way?👀✨

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Summary: You and Harry have sort of an odd routine going and the two of you begin discussing baby names and rocking chairs✨

“Morning.” Harry softly greets you when you open your apartment door, you give him a small smile as you move out of his way so he can enter your apartment allowing him to head straight for your kitchen. You let a yawn escape you as turn so you can follow him after closing the door but Harry pauses right before he enters the archway of your kitchen and turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Don’t forget to-”

“Lock the door.” You finish for him with a tired sigh making Harry have to bite his bottom lip to keep the soft chuckle to himself. He enters the kitchen while you turn and quickly lock the door so you can join him and take your usual spot at your little table while he busies himself with cutting fruit and the random veggies.

It’s been almost two and a half weeks since Harry came over to your house far too early in the morning just to make you some green juice and since then he’s been coming over every other morning. The only difference is he now changes what he puts in the juice depending on how you’re feeling about certain fruits or vegetables and he also secretly adds a bit of protein powder because he knows you’re in more of a snacking stage and the odds of you sitting to eat a whole meal are slim. Most of the time the two of you engage in some simple small talk while you sit at the table and watch him cut things up, not getting too deep about anything minus Harry asking questions such as how you slept and if you’re feeling okay or if your ankles are still swollen.

“Do you want pine-”

“Oh please don’t even mention that evil fruit.” You say with a groan making Harry just nod as he puts the pineapple back in your fridge and grabs a mango instead. “I don’t understand why something that tastes so good has to hate me so much.” You pout as you place your chin in the palm of your hand while your other one rests on your bump as you lean over your small kitchen table.

“I’m guessing it’s still causing you some reflux issues then?” He asks as he looks around your fridge for the bag of spinach he just brought over the other day.

“Yes but sometimes I think it’s worth it but not today.” You explain with a yawn making Harry take a half step back from the fridge so he can turn his head and look at you with a raised brow. Normally you’re a bit sleepy when he comes over for your morning juice before you head off to work or he has to go run an errand or attend a meeting but he’s never seen you this tired before and it makes him a little concerned about how well you slept last night.

“How did sleep last night?” He questions as he hears you let out a small sigh as you close your eyes and give him a shrug.

“I don’t know if I actually got any sleep last night so I guess that would mean I slept horribly? No that sounds a bit dramatic. I’d just say I slept not very well.” Your mumbled rant like explanation makes Harry chuckle as he shakes his head and closes the doors to your fridge, he places the fruits and veggies for you juice on the counter near the cutting board and then turns so he’s fully facing you.

“Well come on then.” You slowly open your eyes just as Harry takes a few steps towards you with his hand out. “You can drink your juice in bed and take a nap afterwards or something. But you need rest. It’s important.” He tries to not sound bossy or rude because he knows the two of you are in a weird place right now and he doesn’t want to do or say anything that would make you upset enough to kick him back out to just being allowed in your hallway.

“You’re just trying to get me out of the room so you can put weird stuff in my juice.” You accuse him with a playful glare as you sit up and take his hand so he can help you get up from the chair.

“You caught me.” He jokes as he wraps his hand around your smaller one before taking a step back so you have room to stand in front of him. “I’m just trying to load your juice up with things you hate.” He adds as you let go of his hand and head out of the kitchen, he stands there for a moment not sure if you want him to follow you or not since really the only rooms he’s ever been inside of in your apartment are the living room and kitchen.

“Can you grab my water for me please? I left it on the counter.” You call over your shoulder as you make your way to your bedroom. Harry doesn’t hesitate as he turns and grabs your green and pink water bottle off the counter and walks out of the kitchen into the living room.

He catches a glimpse of you just before you enter your bedroom at the end of the hallway and for some reason he feels nervous as he stands there with your water bottle in his hand. For a moment he worries that you’re only being this relaxed about him entering your bedroom because you’re exhausted and don’t really know what you’re doing or saying. But then again he knows you well enough by now to know you are usually always the one who tries to be polite and civil out of the two of you, it’s usually him that messes it up with his unkind words or actions. So he just shakes off his nerves and heads down the hallway to leads to your bedroom, he can’t help but pause at the door on his right that he knows is your spare bedroom because you told him one morning how you’re happy you splurged for the two bedroom unit when you moved in so the twins won’t have to share a room with you.

When you get to your bed you look over your shoulder and when you don’t see or hear Harry you quirk a brow as you turn and take a few steps towards your bedroom door. You poke your head out and you can’t help but smile when you see him standing in front of the twin’s room, you take a few more steps so your about halfway between where he’s standing and your bedroom.

“You can look inside if you want.” Your voice being so close to him makes him jump a bit causing the ice in your water to clink against the metal sides of your bottle.

“Oh uhm I don’t-”

“You don’t what? Want to see where your children will be sleeping and playing while they’re with me? That’s rude.”

“Well when you put it like that then okay yeah I’ll take a look.” You chuckle as you reach for your water bottle so you can take it from him, Harry chews on his bottom lip as he turns to look at you and when you just give him a reassuring nod as you take a sip of your water he places a hand on the doorknob and twists it open.

Harry feels his heart beat faster as he takes a step inside the room, he obviously knows that you’re carrying twins meaning two babies but seeing two cribs set up really seems to make it feel all the more real for him. He steps further inside the room and places a hand on one of the cribs as he looks around the room. The walls are a soft white and to no surprise you’ve hung up a little bookshelf in the corner that has a few books already on it, the cribs are also white and when he looks down he sees you picked out matching sheets for them that have little story book animals on them such as Pooh Bear and Petter Rabbit.

“It’s not done yet but sometimes when I can’t sleep or I’m restless I come in here and-”

“Did you put these together yourself?” He asks as you walk over to the dresser on the opposite side of the wall the cribs are on.

“I did yeah.” You answer as you turn and look at him, his eyes are a little wide and you know he wants to say something about how that couldn’t have been good for your back or your ankles. “It wasn’t very hard and it didn’t take long.” You explain as you place a hand over your very obvious baby bump, giving it a soothing rub as you walk over to the bookshelf.

“I haven’t uh-I haven’t gotten cribs or really anything yet.” He informs you as he runs his hand that’s not gripping the side of the crib through his hair as all of a sudden a feeling of being unprepared and overwhelmed with things he needs to get begins to hit him like a tidal wave.

“That’s fine Harry these were just on sale so I grabbed them. You have plenty of time to-”

“What if they come early and I don’t have anything still? Or what if they hate the cribs I pick and never want to sleep in them or-” A soft hand landing on top of his that’s gripping the crib makes him stop his rambling. He blinks a few times as he tries to calm his breathing down before he looks over at you and sees you giving him a small yet comforting smile.

“They’ll like whatever you pick Harry because you’re their dad and they’ll know you picked it just for them. Now I’m sure there’s going to be days and nights they don’t want to sleep but it won’t have anything to do with the cribs you get them.” You do your best to reassure him and ease him away from the edge of the small anxiety attack you know he is mere moments away from having.

“Would you uhm maybe want to help pick some things out for them?” He knows he could ask his mom or sister to help him but honestly for some reason he feels like picking the furniture for his nursery would be a good experience for the two of you to have.

“Sure oh actually your mom invited me shopping tomorrow she wants me to help her pick some crib sheets so would you want to just join us for that and we can look at cribs and stuff as well?” You feel a tinge of nervousness as you tell him about the plans you made with his mom, not sure if he is aware that she reaches out to you to see how you’re doing and even comes over for the occasional cup of tea.

“She told me about the two of you having plans tomorrow.” You let out a sigh of relief as you move your hand off of his and place it back on your bump. “Are you sure you would be okay with me joining you? I don’t want to get in the way.”

“She’s your mom Harry so of course I don’t mind you joining us.” Harry watches you closely as you speak so see if he can find any hints that you’re lying just to save yourself from hurting his feelings. But when you just stare at him for a few moments before taking another sip of your water he knows you’re being honest, you really don’t care if he comes with the two of you tomorrow and oddly enough he doesn’t know how to feel about the fact he’s going to be shopping for his twins with their mother and his mother.

“Okay I’ll uhm call her later to set up the details.” You just nod as you turn and head for the door while Harry still stands with a hand on the crib closest to it. “I’ll uhm go-go get started on your juice.” He fumbles over his words as he finally releases his grip on the wooden frame of the crib and turns around so he can see you standing in the doorway with your back towards him.

“Okay but don’t try to sneak any carrots into it this time or I’ll probably start crying.” You warn as you take a step into the hallway.

“Carrots are good for-”

“I don’t care what they are good for Harry they ruin the juice and make it a disgusting color.”

“The juice is already a gross color? It’s green.”

“Says the man with big dumb green eyes and green shorts on?” To that Harry decides to ignore your comments about his eyes and takes a moment to look down at his outfit, having forgotten he came here from the gym so he is in fact wearing green athletic shorts and a gray tank top with his neon colored running shoes.

“Just go lay down and I’ll bring you your carrot free juice okay?” You give him a smug smile as he stands at the end of your hallway near the living room with a hand on his hip while you stand in your bedroom doorway with your water bottle in one hand and the other also on your hip.

“Okay.” Harry rolls his eyes at how happy you sound all because he agreed to not add any carrots to your juice, he watches as you turn and enter your bedroom and waits a few moments till he hears the sound of your water bottle being placed on your nightstand before he turns to go to the kitchen.

“Oh and Paris is in the living room!” You shout as you fold your covers back so you can climb into bed, wanting to give Harry a heads up on the orange cat’s whereabouts since he still doesn’t seem to like Harry therefor thinking it’s okay to still use his ankles as little chew toys.

As if on queue Harry hears the all too familiar sound of a bell jingling from behind him just as he begins to cut up the mango that he decide would be a good substitute for the pineapple in your juice. He freezes the moment he feels the soft hair and slightly pointy whiskers rub against the back of his calf, Paris’s go too move before he sinks his teeth into the flesh right above Harry’s ankle bone. Harry takes a deep breath in preparation for the pain he knows he’s about to endure and sure enough maybe two seconds later he feels Paris bite down on his ankle as he starts to purr while Harry releases his breath and lets out a groan.

“Fuck sake Paris how long are we gonna be doing this mate? I’ve been here how many times now and you still don’t like me? I’m making your mom homemade green juice for Christ sake what else do you want from me?” Harry rambles on as he looks down at the orange cat who is just sitting there staring at him all innocently as if he didn’t just make a meal out of his poor ankle.

“One day you’re going to like me. I just know it.” Paris tilts his head to the side and looks up at Harry for a brief moment before he decides he’s done in the kitchen and walks off leaving Harry standing there with a half cut up mango in one hand and a knife in the other.

Harry isn’t sure if he’s dreaming or not, because surely there’s no way you actually said what he just heard come out of your mouth.

“I’m serious.” Your simple statement answers his question as you cross your arms over your chest and stare at him with a very stern look in your eyes that he’s never seen before, granted he hasn’t been around you for very long but still he’s never seen you look so serious.

“It’s a rocking chair how can it be haunted?” He wonders as he looks at the wooden chair in question that’s currently sitting in between the two of you.

The two of you are in the middle of a antique shop looking for some things to go on the wall in your nursery and also to see if they have any baby furniture that could potentially go in the nursery at Harry’s house. While it upset you a bit it’s no surprise to Harry that his mom suddenly “wasn’t feeling well” as soon as she found out you had invited Harry to tag along on today’s shopping trip, he knows very well she’s fine at home on her couch watching her shows and researching things for her garden. And while normally Harry would be annoyed at her subtle ways of trying to interfere in his personal life he’s thankful his mom isn’t here to witness him look absolutely lost on why the mother of his children thinks used rocking chairs can be haunted and refuses to buy one.

“Not haunted but it could hold bad energy from the last person who used it.” You explain for the second time as you scrunch your nose up while looking at the chair. “What if the last person who sat in that chair was a weirdo? Or was a serial killer?” Harry rolls his eyes at your ridiculous reasoning for why the chair could have bad energy.

“Oh come on what are the odds Ted Bundy used to rock his kids to sleep in this rocking chair.” Harry playfully argues as he points to the chair while you drop your hands from your chest so you can reach over and smack Harry’s arm with an annoyed huff making him glare at you.

“Why would you say that? Now we really aren’t getting it you asshole.” You snap as you give his arm one more smack before turning around and heading further down the aisle of old vintage looking furniture. Harry lets out a sigh as he runs a hand over his face because it’s only been half an hour since the two of you started this shopping trip and at this rate he’s not sure if the two of you will still be on the decently good terms you’ve been on the past few weeks by the time it’s over.

“Are you really mad? I know you’re more emotional than normal right now but it’s just a rocking chair and it doesn’t have to go in your house it can go in mine.” He tries to reason with you as he follows behind you down the aisle, he hears you let out a scoff at he mention of you being emotional and he instantly knows that wasn’t the correct thing to say.

“It’s not just a rocking chair Harry.” You quickly turn around to face him making him take a step back so he’s out of reach making you unable to smack him just incase you get the itch to do so again. “It’s where you put your babies to sleep while singing a lullaby and where you soothe them when they are upset and-and where you sit and read to them before bed and I just don’t want one that someone has already had all those special moments in. Even if it’s not going in my house I know my babies will still be sitting in it with you and I just-”

“Okay okay we can get you a brand new chair that no one has ever sat in just-just stop crying.” Harry’s words are rushed as he takes a small step towards you so he can place his hands on your shoulders, you didn’t even realize you were crying until you finally feel a few tears roll down your cheeks. You sniffle a few times as Harry bends his knees so he can be eye level with you. “I promise you will get whatever rocking chair you want. Just please stop crying.” He’s practically begging you at this point and giving your shoulders some gentle squeezes as you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan

“Oh sorry am I embarrassing you?” Your voice is a mixture of harsh and watery making Harry let out a sigh as he stands up and drops his hands from your shoulders. “Because news flash Harry pregnant people cry a lot okay?” He doesn’t want to start a fight with you so he just stands there and lets you take your frustration out on him because it was his poor choice of words that caused this reaction from you in the first place. “It’s not like I can control it either. I just cry all the time over the stupidest stuff.”

“I just don’t like seeing you cry.” You almost don’t hear his admission as he looks down at his feet while rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you upset I didn’t know you uhm had such strong feelings about rocking chairs that’s all.” He explains as he looks up at you making you let out a huff as your arms fall to your sides.

“It’s okay.” You tell him as you adjust the strap to your purse, Harry watches as you make a face of slight discomfort and he can’t even stop himself before he’s reaching over and grabbing the strap, he raises an eyebrow as his silent way of asking if this is okay and when you just let the strap of your bag fall into his hands he smiles as he takes your giant purse and puts the strap over his shoulder.

“I read somewhere that most people hyper fixate on one thing during their pregnancies and I just think mine has been the nursery. Mainly the furniture in it. So that’s why I uh had my-my little moment about the rocking chair.” You tell him as a way to help him get a better understanding on what’s going on in your mind, since you know having a breakdown in the middle of a store isn’t ideal especially for him. Mainly because anyone within a few feet of the two of you would be able to tell instantly who he is thanks to the short sleeves of his worn out Rolling Stones shirt letting his more recognizable tattoos be on display.

“Gemma’s was the car seat. She read every single safety review on hundreds of car seats and I swear she still doesn’t even like the one she uses everyday.” You smile as Harry talks about his sister, doing his best to help make you feel like he really does get it and that you being very particular about what you want in the twins nursery is totally normal.

“Oh speaking of Gemma I was thinking of Nora if one of them is a girl.” Harry feels as if his feet all of a sudden don’t know how to work as you turn around to begin heading down the aisle, tossing out a baby name as if it’s just a suggestion on what the two of you should eat for dinner and not a possible name for one of your children. “And I like Anne as a middle name and I know it’s her middle name and obviously it’s your mother’s name so I thought it would be cute?” You add having no clue Harry is still frozen in place a few paces behind you.

“Uhm-uh you’ve been thinking of-of names already?” He asks as he quickly rushes to catch up to you before you turn to head down another aisle that has framed art.

“Yeah? I’ve been thinking of names since I found out I was pregnant but I’ve just now narrowed the girl name down to that one.”

“And it’s Nora?”

“Yes I like Nora.”

“Nora is nice. I think I like it.”

“I’m glad.”

“So Nora as in Jones?”

“Uh more like Roberts.”

“And who’s that?” You stop mid step and turn to face Harry who has a very curious expression on his face as he flips through a bin of floral themed art.

“Nora Roberts is an author.” You answer making Harry just nod as a small smirk forms on his face.

“Should’ve known.” You roll your eyes as he looks over at you. “Of course you want to name our daughter after an author while I want to name her after a musician.”

“Well at least both Noras are talented.”

“You’re missing the most important part of this whole thing.”

“And that would be?”

“We just agreed on something.” The grin he gives you leaves you no choice but to smile back. “Nora Anne Styles? Or did you want them to have your last name? I’m fine with hyphenating it if you-”

“Styles is fine.” Harry feels hit with an odd swirl of emotions at your answer, knowing that you want the twins to have his last name makes him have a sense of pride but also makes him feel slightly nervous that one day they might hate having the same name as him. “I haven’t thought about boy names yet.” You tell him before you turn to look at a bin that has framed posters.

“Uhm how do you feel about Edward?”

“Edgar? Like Allen Poe?”

“Uh no I uhm said Edward not Edgar.”

“Oh sorry. Edward-Edward what?”

“James?”

“Edward James Styles.” You whisper it at first making Harry nervously rub his lips together as he listens to you repeat the name a few more times before nodding. “Okay yeah I like it.” You say with a smile as you place both hands on your bump before you turn to face him.

“Wow we are two for two.”

“Better stop before we break our streak or you even worst you make me cry.” Harry rolls his eyes as you take a step towards him while holding a hand out. He doesn’t know what you want his hand for but he turns so he’s facing you and gives it to you anyway with a quirked brow. “Can you feel that?” You ask as you place his hand on the side of your bump, he’s about to shake his head no when all of a sudden he feels like tiniest something press against his palm.

“Is-is that one of them?” You just nod as Harry stares down at his hand that’s pressed firmly against your bump. You watch his eyes go from wide and shocked to soft and glossed over so you place a hand over his and give it a small pat just as he lets out his first sniffle.

“Figured it was your turn to cry in public.” You joke as he blinks a few times trying to stop the tears from actually falling and rolling down his face.

“Thanks.” He says with a wet chuckle as you move his hand to the other side of your bump so he can feel another tiny little movement.

“I think they are stretching or something.” You explain as Harry just stares at his hand with a look of pure amazement. “They’ve been extra active today though.”

“I bet it’s because of the carrots I snuck in your juice this morning.”

The laugh you let out has Harry imagining for a moment this is what it would be like if the two of you weren’t just a few levels above being complete strangers who are having kids together and instead you were just two people happily shopping for nursery decor for their twins. It’s moments like this that he desperately wishes he could remember more about the night he met you because it’s glimpses of you like this, laughing at a stupid joke he said that have him feeling like you are so easy to be around and he’s sure that’s how he felt about you that night as well. But the harsh reality that Harry is very aware of is moments like this are rare for the two of you, he’s already made you cry today so he just tries to live in this moment that has him feeling a comforting sense of happiness as long as he can because sooner or later he knows it’s going to come to an end.

You let out a groan as you stretch your legs on your couch letting your sock covered feet land in Ethan’s lap which makes him just roll his eyes when he looks down and sees you wiggling your toes at him. He turns to look at you and lets out a laugh when you poke your bottom lip out and continue to wiggle your toes, a combination you know he can’t resist. Ethan lets out a huff as he places his phone down on the table next to the couch so he can use both hands to gently rub your slightly swollen ankles.

“You’re so lucky I love you because I usually never touch feet for free.” He states making you laugh as you get comfortable and go back to reading one of the pregnancy books Anne gave you the last time she came over. “Oh so how was the shopping trip the other day? Didn’t see you two on the news and you never called me to bail you out of jail so that must mean it went well?” He asks with a teasing tone that makes you roll your eyes as you flip a page in your book.

“It did go well actually I got a few new books for the twin’s bookshelf.” You begin as you lower your book a bit so you can see Ethan’s face over the top of it. “We picked baby names and-”

“Excuse me?” His eyes are wide and his hands momentarily stop rubbing your ankles as he snaps his head in your direction. “You did what now?”

“We sort of agreed on two baby names. I told him the one I’ve been thinking about for a girl-”

“Nora Anne?”

“Yes and he liked it but he thought it was because of Nora Jones.”

“Well yeah you can’t expect Mr. Asshole to know who Nora Roberts is.” You glare at Ethan for a moment making him just shrug because he doesn’t get what he did wrong so you just continue on explaining the baby names.

“But then he had an idea for a boy name and it’s uhm well it’s Edward James St-”

“James? As in Ethan James your super attractive young neighbor?” He all but shouts as he stares at you with an excited grin on his face and you just nod and laugh because you knew he would react this way to finding out the middle name Harry picked unknowingly wanting to give his son just so happens to belong to the very man he can’t stand.

“Exactly.”

“Weird way to ask me to be their godfather but I accept.” He says with a shrug as he goes back to focusing on rubbing your ankles.

“Don’t get crazy Ethan no one has asked you to be anyone’s godfather.” You explain with a laugh making him let out a dramatic sigh.

“Here I am rubbing your feet and ankles and you don’t even think I’m godfather material? That’s just rude.” You playfully glare at him when he turns his head to look at you with a smile. “But really I’m glad it’s going well with him I know you’ve been through some shit with that asshole so I’m happy that he seems to be making an effort to do things that are actually nice and helpful.” You just nod as you try to focus on the page you’re reading in your book.

“Yeah it’s been-”

“I saw photos of him out with another girl last night.” You drop your book to your lap as Ethan lets out a sigh of relief, feeling ten times lighter now that he’s spilled the beans about something he wasn’t sure he was going to tell you about or not but he figures you deserve to know the whereabouts of the father of your children.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw photos of Harry out with some chick in a god awful tacky green silk dress with yellow-”

“Ethan.”

“Right sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair as he turns his body a bit so he is facing you, but makes sure your feet are still comfortably resting in his lap. “He was out at some club with her and they left hand in hand and got into his car and the only reason I known it was his car is because I recognized the driver.”

“Is that all?” Ethan raises an eyebrow at your question because you’re handling this rather differently than he expected.

“Uh yeah-yeah that’s all.”

“That’s okay.” You say with a slow nod before you grab your book. “He’s single he can be seen with whoever he wants.” You explain as you turn to the page you were just on, ignoring the look of confusion on Ethan’s face and the way your heart feels like it just dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“It’s okay if it’s not okay you know that right? He’s the father of your babies and it’s perfectly normal to feel attached to him in a way that no one will ever understand.” You can’t look at Ethan as he speaks or you’ll lose it so he just gives your feet a little squeeze before he reaches over and grabs the book out of your hands. “Look at me.” He says as he tosses your book onto your coffee table, you slowly look from your hands that are resting on your bump over to his face and then finally you meet his stare.

“He told me he had plans with his mom last night. That’s why he couldn’t come over to help put up the curtains I got for the nursery but he said he’d do it the next time he’s here to make my juice.” Ethan lets out a sigh as he watches your eyes get glossy as you let him in on a piece of information that you weren’t going to share with him because it seemed unimportant until now.

“God this wouldn’t be happening if you would’ve went with Zayn for your baby daddy.” His voice is serious but you know he’s joking as he reaches for one of your hands.

“Zayn wasn’t an option.” You explain with a sniffle as you try to stop the tears from falling with a few blinks.

“That’s a shame because that man is-”

“Was she pretty?” You mumble as you look away from Ethan and down at his hand that’s got a firm hold of yours as it rests on your bump. You don’t know why you asked because you know it doesn’t matter but you can’t help but be curious.

“Fuck no. She was hideous.” He watches the corners of your mouth twitch as you fight off a smile. “You’re the hottest woman that man has ever been with. Hands down.”

“You’re just saying that so I won’t cry.”

“No I’m not.” He argues as he gives your hand a squeeze. “I’m saying it so you’ll make me the godfather.” He smiles at the sound of your laughter even if it’s a littler watery sounding it’s better than the sound of you bawling your eyes out, that’s one sound he is sick of hearing from you. “I love you. You’re going to be okay.” You let out a sigh as you give his hand a squeeze making him smile.

“Thank you. I love you too.” With that Ethan lets go of your hand so he can lean over and grab your book off the coffee table and hand it back to you. The two of you silently deciding that you’ve had your fill of gossip for the evening so he picks up his phone with one hand and scrolls his social media pages while his other lazily rubs at your ankles. While you try to focus on the words on the page of your book you can’t help but let your mind wonder to the reasons why Harry would lie to you and if you should even bring it up to him. But as you get comfortable on the couch and Ethan lets out a soft sigh you decide that you’ll just deal with Harry later and enjoy your time with one of your bestfriends, refusing to let the man with the big dumb green eyes ruin anymore of your evening.

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mindless-existence1 · 12 days ago

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Shadow x reader- Shadow experiences snow for the first time, and hot chocolate.

For the lovely @luc1dw0rld so my arm isnt broken just hevaily bruised so i thugged it out and wrote this

I made this pretty playful and fun so enjoy gang ❤️

The first snowfall of the season had arrived overnight, blanketing the ground in a thick, pristine layer of white. You awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through your window, reflecting off the snow-covered world outside.

The sight filled you with excitement, but what made it even better was the fact that Shadow had never seen snow before.

You found him standing outside your house, staring at the falling snowflakes with an unreadable expression. His red-striped quills were dusted with tiny specks of white, and his ears flicked as the cold settled in.

“Well?” you asked, stepping beside him and nudging his arm. “What do you think?” Shadow didn’t answer immediately. He reached out a gloved hand, letting a few snowflakes land on his palm before they melted against the fabric.

His crimson eyes traced the sky as if he were trying to decipher something.“It’s… strange,” he finally said. “Cold, but soft. Quiet.” You smiled. “That’s the best part about snow. It makes everything feel peaceful.”

Shadow hummed in acknowledgment, but his gaze remained fixed on the swirling flakes around him. You could tell he was fascinated, even if he wouldn’t outright admit it. A mischievous idea popped into your head, and before he could react, you scooped up a handful of snow and gently tossed it at him.

The snow hit his chest, immediately crumbling into powder, and Shadow blinked in confusion. “…Did you just throw snow at me?” You grinned.

“I sure did.” For a moment, Shadow simply stared at you. Then, with a speed that barely gave you time to react, he kicked up a flurry of snow, sending a wave of it directly at you.

You gasped as the cold hit you, stumbling back with a laugh. “Oh, it’s on now!” And just like that, the battle began. You darted through the yard, scooping up snowballs and throwing them as Shadow effortlessly dodged each one, his speed making him nearly impossible to hit.

But then, he decided to fight back. He didn’t throw snowballs like you—no, Shadow took it up a notch, zipping past and kicking up snow in your direction, making it nearly impossible to see.

“Cheater!” you laughed, shielding your face.Shadow smirked, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed. “You started it.”

Breathless and covered in snow, you flopped down onto the ground, laughing. “Okay, okay, truce.” Shadow raised a brow before walking over, offering you a hand.

You took it, and with surprising gentleness, he pulled you back to your feet. “You’re covered in snow,” he pointed out. “So are you,” you shot back. Shadow shook himself off, sending loose snow flying everywhere.

You yelped as some of it hit you. “Hey! Rude!” He smirked. “Let’s go inside before you freeze.” You happily agreed, leading the way back inside where warmth greeted you instantly.

You peeled off your snow-dusted coat and set to work making hot chocolate while Shadow lingered near the window, still watching the snowfall.

A few minutes later, you handed him a mug, steam rising from the rich, chocolatey drink. He eyed it warily before taking a careful sip. His ears twitched slightly, and you could tell he liked it. “Good?” you asked.

He nodded, sipping again before finally settling onto the couch beside you. You curled up next to him, the warmth of the hot chocolate seeping through you, and let out a content sigh. “See? Snow days are fun,” you said.

Shadow glanced at you before looking back out the window. “…Yeah,” he admitted, a soft warmth in his voice. “I guess they are.”

Smiling, you leaned into him, savoring the peaceful moment as the snow continued to fall outside.

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thebrowproject · 3 months ago

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Powder Brows Near Me - The Brow Project

What are powder brows?

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aspenmissing · 1 month ago

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ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ: ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ (ᴘᴛ 1)

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ || 5324 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴅʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ.

ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

JAYCE

Jayce fumbled with the keys to his apartment, his voice carrying through the hallway. “Come on, Caitlyn, it’s not that bad. Just wait until you see what I’ve been working on!” “You’re going to blow yourself up one day,” Caitlyn teased, rolling her eyes as she followed him. You trailed behind, shaking your head with a smile. “She’s not wrong, Jayce. Maybe don’t keep volatile crystals in our living space next time?” Jayce grinned, his confidence unwavering. “Relax. It’s perfectly safe—well, mostly.” But as he reached for the door handle, something felt… off. A faint noise came from inside, too subtle for Caitlyn to notice, but you caught it. “Did you hear that?” you asked, your brow furrowing. Jayce hesitated, then rattled the handle. “It’s probably nothing.” Inside, Powder froze, her small hands trembling as she clutched a satchel stuffed with Hexcrystals. The others—Vi, Mylo, and Claggor—were already urging her to move faster. “Come on, Powder!” Vi whispered harshly. “We don’t have time!” But the sound of the door handle jolting sent Powder into a panic. Her grip slipped, and one of the Hexcrystals tumbled to the floor. The explosion that followed was deafening.

Jayce gasped as he hit the ground. The memory of that day flashed before his eyes, but when he blinked, he wasn’t in his apartment—or even in the Piltover he knew.

The streets were dim, weighed down by an oppressive air. The city that had once been vibrant with progress and hope now felt like a shadow of its former self. Jayce staggered to his feet, gripping his hammer tightly.

“What… what happened?” he whispered.

He wandered aimlessly, the city’s broken state gnawing at his nerves. Then he saw it—a memorial erected near what used to be his apartment building. His breath caught as he read the inscription:

Y/N L/N Beloved Daughter, Sister, and Friend. Gone too Soon

“No…” Jayce choked out, his knees buckling as the realization slammed into him. His mind swirled with fragments—snippets of his life in this universe, flashes of the explosion, the way Y/N had shielded Caitlyn from the blast. In his world, she had survived, injured, but alive. She had fought for him with the council, introduced Viktor to him, changing the course of his life. She was always by his side, pushing him to what he would become.

But this… this wasn’t his world. He had to remember that. The truth weighed down on him like an anchor, pulling him under.

“Y/N…” Jayce whispered, his hands shaking as they reached out to touch the stone. The name felt foreign, yet so painfully familiar.

“Jayce.”

The voice cut through his confusion like a knife, and he spun around, heart racing. Caitlyn stood a few feet away, her face harder than he remembered, her eyes dimmed by grief. Her posture was tense, her every movement betraying the emotions she struggled to hide.

Jayce’s hands trembled as he reached for the memorial again, his fingertips brushing over your name. He couldn’t reconcile the version of you he knew—the one who had survived—with the one here, the one who had died. “I… I don’t understand. How did she—how did she die, Caitlyn? I—I don’t know what happened?”

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed, and her expression turned icy. She took a step closer, her voice colder than he’d ever heard it. “You’re asking me how she died?” Her voice cracked with restrained fury. “You—of all people—should know. You were right there, Jayce. You saw it. You saw everything.”

Jayce flinched, confusion bubbling up inside him. “I… I don’t understand. She… she lived,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was torn, the memories from his universe clashing with the harsh reality of this one. “I thought she was safe. I thought I could fix it. I thought—” His words faltered. He couldn’t find the right ones.

Caitlyn’s expression hardened, her jaw tight with anger. “You thought she was safe? Don’t act like you didn’t know, Jayce. You knew those crystals were dangerous, and yet you kept pushing forward with them. You think you're the only one who's been hurting through this?”

Jayce’s chest tightened with guilt. “No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I just… I thought maybe something else happened here. Maybe—”

“No,” Caitlyn interrupted, her voice sharp. “She died protecting me, Jayce. She died in that explosion. She died because of what you did.” Her eyes were burning with anger, but there was a grief there too, raw and untamed. “You were supposed to protect her. You were supposed to be there for her.”

Jayce stumbled back, overwhelmed by her words. His memories—his memories—told him a different story. He had been there for you. You had survived. But here… here, in this world, it was too late. “I never wanted her to die,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I didn’t know it would happen. I swear, Caitlyn. I never meant for this. I never wanted her to get hurt. I just—”

Caitlyn’s eyes burned with unshed tears, but her voice remained steady, the pain in it cutting deeper than anything else. “You weren’t there when she needed you. You didn’t stay, Jayce. You didn’t even go to her funeral.” She stepped closer, her voice trembling with every word. “So don’t you dare stand here pretending like you don’t know what happened. You saw it. You were there. And you weren’t there when we needed you the most.”

Jayce felt the weight of her words crashing down on him, his confusion and guilt battling inside him. He had been there, he had watched you—he had watched you live—but in this world, you were gone. And now, all he had left were the fractured memories, the shattered guilt that he couldn’t undo.

The next moment, Jayce jolted awake, a soft pressure on his chest. His eyes fluttered open, the familiar sight of his own universe greeting him like a cold splash of water. He was lying on the floor, disoriented and bruised, the sounds of the lab faintly humming in the background.

“Jayce?”

He blinked, his gaze shifting, and there you were. Y/N. Alive. Kneeling over him, her eyes filled with concern as she gently brushed the hair from his face. Her brow was furrowed, her lips parted in quiet worry.

“What happened?” he murmured hoarsely, still reeling, his mind a jumble.

Viktor’s voice came from nearby, a mixture of concern and caution. “I found you on the floor, unconscious. So I got Y/N to help wake you up.

Y/N’s hand trembled as she placed it gently on his shoulder. “Viktor said you’ve been out for almost an hour.” She looked back at him, her gaze softening. “What happened, Jayce? Are you alright?”

Jayce swallowed hard, his head spinning. Everything felt strange—his surroundings, his own thoughts—but all that mattered in this moment was that you were here, with him, alive. His chest tightened in relief.

“I—I don’t know,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I just… I’m so glad you’re here.” He pulled her into a tight hug, resting his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her natural scent, feeling the weight of his relief.

Y/N stiffened for a moment before rolling her eyes with a small sigh. “Well, I’m glad I’m here too, Jayce,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Otherwise, you’d just be hugging thin air.”

Jayce chuckled softly, the sound muffled against her shoulder, his arms tightening around her. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his face full of gratitude. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, his voice soft, though a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I just… I’ve missed you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a half-smile despite herself. “Yeah, well, don’t get too mushy on me now, Jayce. You know I’ll start charging for these hugs.” She gave him a playful shove, her eyes twinkling.

Jayce laughed, his heart light. "Deal," he replied, feeling for the first time in a long while, a sense of peace. The memories of the other world—the other Jayce—flickered in the back of his mind, a momentary pang of pity for that version of himself, lost in grief and regret. But in that moment, all he could focus on was Y/N. She was here. Alive. And that was all that mattered now.

He looked at her, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of her, feeling her warmth. Whatever had happened, whatever could have been, was no longer important. Right now, he had her, and that was everything.

VIKTOR

Y/N slowly woke up, the gentle morning light streaming through her window. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, still feeling groggy. Her senses were hazy, like the remnants of a dream she couldn’t quite recall. She stretched and glanced around, confused to find herself in a bed that wasn’t hers. Her apartment—no, this wasn't her apartment, was it? The place had a comfortable, almost familiar vibe, but the details felt... off.

Sitting up, she quickly got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, hoping to shake off the disorienting feeling. Maybe she had just slept in a little longer than usual.

As she rounded the corner, Y/N froze. There, standing by the counter, was none other than Jayce—shirtless, of course—preparing breakfast. His hair was still damp, and his toned form was on full display as he cracked some eggs into a pan.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Jayce said, not looking up from his cooking. His voice was warm, casual, and completely at ease. He turned briefly and offered her a smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Wait—what?” Y/N stammered, feeling her stomach churn. She blinked again, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before her. Was she still dreaming?

Jayce chuckled and set down the spatula before walking over to her, his easy smile never wavering. He passed her a bowl of cereal, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively pushing him back. “What the hell, Jayce?! That’s highly inappropriate!”

Jayce blinked, clearly taken aback by her reaction. “What’s inappropriate? I’m just kissing my girlfriend,” he said, his voice filled with confusion, a frown creasing his brow.

Y/N stared at him in disbelief, her breath catching. Girlfriend? She felt a knot tighten in her chest. Her mind raced, trying to piece everything together.

She glanced around the apartment again, her gaze sweeping over the cozy living room. Photos, books, and trinkets scattered about. A few framed pictures caught her eye—ones she didn’t recognize, but there she was, smiling alongside Jayce, holding hands, faces close. This is... not my life. Her heart skipped. No, no, no—this can’t be right.

Y/N took a deep breath and looked back at Jayce, who was still waiting for her response, his expression now softening with concern. “What’s going on, Y/N? You seem... off. Are you sick? Do you need to go to the doctors?”

"No. I'm fine. Where is he? Viktor, I mean," Y/N asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

Jayce paused, his face scrunching in thought for a moment before he answered. "He’s in the labs. You know that—he’s always there, working on his projects." His voice was quiet, almost too calm, as if he had said it a thousand times before.

Without thinking, Y/N nodded, the decision already made. Without a second glance at Jayce, she turned on her heels and sprinted toward the door. She didn’t care that she was still in her pajamas, hair messy, bare feet slapping against the cold floor. All she knew was that she needed to find Viktor.

She didn’t wait for Jayce to stop her, didn’t look back when she heard him call her name. Her heart pounded in her chest, every step bringing her closer to a version of the world she didn’t recognize, but one where Viktor might still be waiting for her.

Y/N’s breath came in shallow gasps as she ran down the hall, ignoring the confused looks from the few people she passed. She didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was reaching the labs—Viktor. Her heart pounded, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the corridor, urging her forward.

Finally, she reached the door to the lab. Without hesitation, she slammed it open, the force of her action making it creak violently on its hinges. The sudden noise echoed through the large room, and Viktor—who had been hunched over a workbench, absorbed in his calculations—jumped in surprise, his chair scraping back violently against the floor.

"Y/N?" His voice was breathless, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and confusion.

Y/N stood there in the doorway, her hands trembling as she took him in. Viktor—her Viktor—was here, just as she had hoped, but something felt off. The lab was sterile, cold, filled with machines and equations, and yet the warmth of their past was gone. The world felt... wrong, distant, like she was standing in a dream that she couldn’t wake up from.

"Viktor..." Her voice broke as she whispered his name, almost as if saying it out loud would make everything real again.

He blinked at her, still processing the sudden intrusion, his gaze darting between her wide eyes and the frantic expression on her face. He stood up, instinctively wiping his hands on his pants, his posture rigid. "What—what are you doing here? Are you okay? You look... like you’ve seen a ghost."

Y/N took a step forward, shaking her head in disbelief. "No... no, this can’t be real. It’s not supposed to be like this, Viktor." Her voice wavered, pain lacing every word.

Viktor’s face softened with concern, and he took a cautious step toward her. "Y/N, slow down. You're barefoot, and you’re shaking. You’ll catch a cold if you’re running around like this." He moved toward her, his cane tapping against the floor as his hand reaching out to her gently. "Come, let me take you home to Jayce. He’ll want to know you’re okay."

Y/N flinched at the mention of Jayce. Jayce—her mind spun at the thought of him. She didn't belong here, not with him. "No," she said quickly, her voice firm though her legs trembled. "I need to understand what’s happening. Viktor..." She paused, her eyes searching his for any sign of recognition. "How did we meet? How did we first meet?"

Viktor blinked, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "What do you mean? You know how we met." He trailed off, sensing that something was amiss but still unable to grasp it fully.

Y/N's chest tightened again. She pushed forward with her question, a desperate need for understanding fuelling her. "Yes, yes but tell me. What was it like when we first crossed paths?"

Viktor took a moment to think, then nodded, though his confusion still lingered. "Well... Jayce introduced us. He talked non stop about you, and then he brought you to the lab one day and the rest is history."

Y/N felt a stab of pain "And how did I meet Jayce? How did we meet?"

"Y/N, you know this."

The halls of the academy were always bustling, students rushing between lectures, papers scattered across desks, and the constant hum of ambition hanging in the air. Y/N had been no exception, always in motion, always with a task at hand. It was the first semester of her studies when she found herself in a rush, papers clutched tightly in her arms, trying to make it to a meeting on time. Her mind was already on the presentation she had to prepare for, her thoughts lost in equations and theories, when she suddenly felt the ground beneath her feet give way. She had slipped—clumsy, distracted—and all the papers in her arms fluttered to the floor like a snowstorm in the middle of a lecture hall. Before she could even register the moment, a hand appeared in front of her, steady and firm. "Hey, you okay?" a voice called out. She looked up, startled, and saw a young man—handsome, with a slight grin on his face, his brown hair a little too messy for someone so put together. He was wearing a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up as though he’d been in a rush himself. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, a mix of curiosity and genuine concern. "I—I’m fine," she stammered, embarrassed, reaching for the scattered papers. The stranger knelt down beside her, gathering the papers with ease, his movements quick and practiced. "Looks like you’ve got a lot on your plate," he said with a playful smile, his voice warm. "Yeah, just a little bit," Y/N replied, trying to collect herself, her face flushed with the awkwardness of the situation. "Jayce," he said, extending his hand after picking up the last of her papers. "And you are...?" "Y/N," she said, shaking his hand reluctantly, still feeling a little off balance. "Well, Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you." Jayce grinned, handing her the papers. "Next time, let me help you out before you crash and burn." Y/N couldn’t help but smile back, despite the initial embarrassment. "I’ll try not to make a habit of it." "Don’t worry," Jayce said with a wink. "I’ll keep an eye out for you."

"... and from that moment, well, you two were inseparable." Viktor’s expression was still one of confusion, but he humoured her question, trying to answer as best he could.

Y/N’s heart clenched painfully. The memory Viktor described was so familiar—but it wasn’t Jayce who had helped her. In her world, it had been Viktor. Viktor had been the one to help her pick up the papers when she slipped, even though he had his leg brace. He'd been the one to offer a kind, understanding smile.

Everything about this world was wrong. This wasn’t her reality. It couldn’t be.

Y/N took a step back, her heart racing, her mind spinning. The weight of everything pressing in on her made her feel like she was suffocating. She was so close to falling apart. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come. She couldn’t explain it, not when she herself didn’t fully understand.

"No, Viktor," she whispered, her voice shaking. "That’s not how it happened. I—I don’t... I don’t know how to make you understand. I just... I can’t... I don’t—"

Viktor stood frozen, his face filled with a mixture of concern and confusion as he tried to make sense of her distress. Her words were fragmented, laced with panic and something deeper—something he couldn't grasp.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice gentle but laced with worry. He took a cautious step forward, reaching out, his expression softening. "You need to rest. This... all of this... you’re not making sense. You're exhausted. Whatever it is you're feeling, you're not alone. Let me help you."

His voice was comforting, but it felt distant—like a faint echo of the warmth she once knew. Y/N recoiled slightly, stepping further away. His offer to help felt wrong in her gut. It wasn’t the Viktor she remembered; it wasn’t the man she had known, the one who had always understood her, always protected her. This man—this stranger—was reaching for her, but she couldn’t find the connection.

Y/N felt the walls closing in, the weight of the situation pressing harder against her chest with every breath she took. Her vision blurred, her thoughts scattered like broken pieces of glass. Her head swam, the confusion and pain overwhelming. Before she could stop herself, the world tilted, and her knees buckled beneath her.

The last thing she heard before everything went dark was Viktor’s voice, calling her name in a voice that was filled with concern—though it sounded distant, muffled, like it was coming from the other side of a thick glass.

"Y/N!" Viktor’s voice echoed in her ears as the darkness consumed her.

Y/N groggily blinked her eyes open, the soft, familiar feel of a couch beneath her pulling her back from the haze. For a moment, she thought she was still in the lab, still trapped in that alternate universe. But as her eyes focused, she realized something was different. The air smelled like home—like Viktor’s cologne, like the faint scent of his work notes and the books they shared. The couch was the same, the throw pillows were just as they had always been. But the confusion hadn’t subsided.

"Ugh..." Y/N groaned, rubbing her head, feeling a dull ache behind her eyes. Her body felt heavy, and as her gaze shifted, she saw Jayce crouched over her, his face filled with concern.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her mind, still foggy from the disorientation, snapped into defensive mode. "Oh no, you better keep your lips away from me, Jayce," she muttered with a sharp edge to her voice, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue.

Jayce blinked, clearly taken aback, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?" he asked, still hovering above her.

Before Y/N could answer, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching—distinct, measured steps. And then Viktor appeared, his cane clicking against the floor as he walked into view, a concerned look on his face and an ice pack in his hand.

Y/N’s heart skipped again. She was certain she had been lost in that alternate world, but as Viktor’s warm, familiar eyes met hers, something shifted. She looked around the room, and the overwhelming sense of déjà vu hit her. The walls, the furniture, the bookshelves lined with their shared books, the little knick-knacks and trinkets they had picked up over the years... It was all here. Her apartment.

Her reality.

Her world.

Y/N’s voice cracked with relief as she took in the details. "Viktor…?" She could hardly believe it. She pushed herself up, still a little dizzy. "How did I get here? I thought… I thought I was still—"

Viktor gently placed the ice pack on her forehead, taking Jayce's place - his presence grounding her in the moment. "You passed out in the kitchen, Y/N," he said softly. "You have a high fever."

Y/N looked up at him, the pieces clicking together in her mind. She was back. She was home. The alternate universe—whatever it had been—was gone. She was here, in the place that had always been hers. And there, beside her, was Viktor—her Viktor—no longer the stranger she had seen in that other world.

She let out a long breath, sinking back into the couch, her eyes never leaving Viktor. "I think I’m finally home," she whispered, feeling the weight of everything lift from her chest, even if the confusion lingered in her mind.

JAYVIK

Y/N's world spun as she was pulled into the alternate reality, the weight of her surroundings settling over her like a heavy blanket. The city she once knew was now nothing more than a shattered ruin, and the hum of machines had fallen silent. It was a world that had gone cold, its heart replaced with metal and decay. Her chest tightened with an aching sense of loss, but it was more than just the destruction around her—it was the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right.

She walked through the wreckage, the echoes of footsteps strangely muffled as if the world itself was holding its breath. Each step brought her closer to the truth, and each step made her heart race with fear and confusion.

And then she saw them—the mechanical dolls. People, once alive, now frozen in time, their bodies transformed into cold, lifeless machines. The sight of them sent a chill through her spine, and she shuddered, almost able to hear the faint whispers of their former lives.

Her legs carried her forward, toward the central clock tower. The higher she climbed, the more the weight of memories pressed on her.

She could feel the explosion. Feel the heat, the force of it. She could almost hear Jayce’s voice, shouting her name, shouting for Viktor. She could still feel the crushing weight of debris pinning her down. She could taste the blood in her mouth as the world blurred and faded. "Y/N! Viktor!" Jayce’s voice rang in her ears, desperate and panicked. She remembered that. She remembered his fear, his voice breaking through the smoke. And then, there was silence—darkness. No more shouting, no more world.

But here, now, standing in the ruins of this universe, she couldn’t remember how it had ended. Had she died in that explosion? Or had she somehow survived? Her mind felt fractured, like pieces of two worlds were colliding, neither fully real but both unmistakably vivid.

When she reached the rooftop of the clock tower, her breath caught in her throat. There, kneeling on the floor, was Jayce—his body moss-covered and decayed, a twisted mockery of the man she loved. His once brilliant eyes were dim, his form barely recognizable. His hammer held tight in his grip as it's perched on the ground.

"Jayce?" Her voice breaks as she reached out, but before she could move closer, a voice interrupted her—a cold, calculating voice that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“You’re not my Y/N.”

Y/N spun around, her heart pounding in her chest. There, in the shadow of the clock tower, stood Viktor—his figure draped in white robes, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling blend of sadness and knowledge. He was the Viktor she remembered, but there was something deeply broken about him, as though the weight of everything he had done had changed him forever.

“What have you done?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “This isn’t you, Viktor. This isn’t who you are.”

Viktor’s expression softened, a sad smile playing on his lips as he looked at her, almost as if seeing a ghost. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he said quietly. “This world… I’ve lost so much. And now, all I have left is what I’ve become.” His gaze flickered toward the decayed body of Jayce, a sharp pain flashing across his face. “Jayce was always too distracted, too focused on fixing things. He never understood that sometimes, things can’t be fixed.”

Y/N’s chest tightened at the sight of Jayce, his body a hollow shell of what it once was. This was not the man she loved, but the remnants of a world that had failed them all.

Her mind flickered again, memories of her own death returning. The explosion. The deafening roar of destruction. Being pinned beneath the debris, gasping for air, and Jayce’s voice—desperate, calling out to her and Viktor. And then… darkness. She had been lost in that moment, and now, it felt like a lifetime ago.

“Y/N?” Viktor’s voice snapped her back to the present, his eyes searching hers. “In my world, I… I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t save any of you.”

She took a step toward him, her heart heavy with grief and love. “I remember… dying. I remember the pain, the last thing I heard was Jayce calling for us.” She paused, her voice breaking. “But I also remember Jayce pushing us out the way, and we lived.”

Viktor’s eyes shimmered with something akin to regret. He took a slow step forward, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are we... Are we still happy? In your world I mean. Do we still love eachother?"

Y/N blinked, her breath catching in her throat. The question, simple yet heavy, felt like a weight pressing against her chest. But she didn’t hesitate, her voice strong despite the swelling emotion in her chest. “Yes, so much” she said, her gaze steady. “In my world, We are happy . You are still so loved. That would have never changed."

Viktor’s expression softened, the sadness in his eyes transforming into something more tender. For a moment, he seemed to lose himself in thought, as though the weight of her words had pulled him back from the depths of despair. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before opening them again. His gaze was gentler now, almost as if he had found some measure of peace.

A quiet smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Then perhaps… it’s enough. To know that somewhere, we’re happy.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the look in his eyes. The Viktor standing before her was not the man who had let darkness consume him—he was a version of him who still cared, who still held onto love, even if it meant letting go.

With a final, almost imperceptible nod, Viktor stepped back. “You need to go now,” he said quietly. “Back to your world. Back to us. You have a future there. I... I can’t be part of it, not here. But knowing that you have that happiness, that love, is enough for me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, but she could only nod in understanding. She took one last look at Viktor, her heart aching for the man who is everything to her. And with that, the world around her began to blur, pulling her back to the reality she knew.

"Miluji tě, má drahá" (I love you, my darling)

The soft hum of the city outside filtered through the window, the faint glow of the evening light casting a warm, golden hue across the room. Y/N stirred in her bed, the familiar, comforting weight of the blanket wrapped around her. She slowly blinked her eyes open, her senses overwhelmed with the peaceful atmosphere of their shared apartment.

She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the room—the wood, the faint trace of metal from Jayce’s workbench, and the faint, comforting scent of Viktor's cologne. Her body ached, her head foggy as though she had woken from an endless, disorienting dream. But then, her gaze shifted, and she saw them.

Jayce was lying beside her, one hand resting lightly on her arm, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber. His soft breathing was the only sound in the room, a contrast to the chaos she had just experienced. His presence was grounding, like an anchor in a world that had felt so foreign just moments ago.

On her other side, Viktor lay propped up with his head resting on the pillow, one arm loosely draped across her, his brow furrowed slightly in his sleep. His lips parted, the faintest hint of a sigh escaping him. Despite the usual stoic mask he wore, here, beside her, he looked almost vulnerable.

For a moment, she simply laid there, her heart swelling with the pure, overwhelming relief of being home. The memories of the other world were fading, like a mist lifting in the sunlight, leaving only the reality that she was here, with them—alive, safe, and loved.

She raised her hand, brushing it gently over Jayce’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. He shifted slightly but didn’t wake. She smiled softly, her heart light with the knowledge that, for them, everything was as it should be.

Y/N closed her eyes again, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she lay between them. In every timeline, in every world—no matter how fractured or broken—the love they shared had always endured. It was a constant thread, weaving through the fabric of their lives, binding them together, no matter the circumstances. In this moment, surrounded by them, she knew that love would never fade. It had always been real. It would always be real.

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