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darkenedreaper · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: When you're sick, she's always there to comfort you

I'll Take Care Of You

It was dinner time in the Sulaco. You, Ripley, a repaired and new model of Bishop, Newt and Gorman were sat at the same table after picking your food up from the makeshift canteen. Some of the Marines were still in medical, still healing from being in the heart of the Xenomorphs nest on LV-426.

Vasquez, Hudson, Drake and Ferro were all finishing up their meals while playing with a deck of cards. Frost had just come back from taking food to the Marines that were conscious in MedBay. Newt was sat close and huddled up to Ripley while eating her meal in small bites. Ripley was finishing off the rest of her meal and was engaged in conversation with Bishop, listening to him talking about a new line of 'Artificial Persons' that were due to come out. Gorman, sat with a bandage still around his head, sat quietly in front to you, meal finished and drink gone. You were sat in front of Ripley, Newt, and Gorman beside you was Bishop who occasionally turned his head, making sure to include you in the conversation.

However, you were sat with your head down, staring at your food, humming now and then when Bishop said something interesting. You were really playing with your food rather than eating it. You rested your head on your balled up fist and started to daydream, only being interrupted when Hudson or Vasquez yelled for winning or accusing each other of cheating at cards. You really weren't feeling well. Your head was burning up, the thumping headache made it difficult for you to concentrate, and your aching and cold bones were begging you to go to sleep anywhere; the table, the chair, even the floor.

Ripley noticed you weren't yourself. Even Newt noticed it when she sat down opposite you. Ripley saw you pushing your food around, letting it go cold. Of course, she was still listening to Bishop but by the time she saw you sneezing she knew you were coming down with something. You sneezed a few more times causing the marines to place bets on how many more times you'd sneeze. Newt jumped off of Ripley's lap and ran round the table to hand you her own napkin, she even lifted her arm up and wiped your nose for you. You gave a small laugh and bent down slightly whilst sitting down to kiss her cheek, thanking her; "Here you go, Y/N I'll do it", "Thank you honey".

Ripley felt her heart skip when she watched the sweet interaction between the love of her life and the little girl who now calls her 'Mommy'. When Newt reached Ripleys side again, she kept a close eye on you. But her watching was cut short when you excused yourself, interrupting Bishops story, "Hey, sorry but I'm gonna get ready for bed. Been a long day", you only looked at Ripley and Newt when you spoke, wanting Ripley to catch on to your apparent illness. Gorman and Bishop said their polite goodnights to you and you walked over to Ripley, bending down to kiss her cheek, "Don't be long down here, it's getting late", "Alright honey", she replied, indulging in your kiss, even if it did last for one second. Newt tugged on your shirt, not wanting you to forget about her so you bent down to kiss her forehead and said, "I'll see you before bed". "Affirmative", she replied. As you walked out of the canteen area the Marines all gave you a hearty goodnight, even getting up to do handshakes with them all that you came up with.

If you were told it took you hours just to change from your uniform into your sleepwear, you'd believe it. You slowly placed yourself onto yours and Ripleys shared bed and crawled to get under the covers. You left a dim light on and the door to the bedroom open slightly. With a blocked nose, blocked ears and a banging head, it wasn't long before you heard Newts giggles from outside your mini apartment of the ship. Newt had the small spare bedroom in yours and Ripleys apartment. Earlier when you arrived in the apartment you fed Jonesy who was now curled up on the pillow beside you. Ripleys gentle hushes to Newt could be heard right outside the door. All of a sudden you felt gentle pokes on your cheek and it was the small blonde haired girl wishing you a sweet goodnight and a kiss from her new teddy-bear Ripley found her. When you smiled sleepily at the girl you heard Ripleys quiet laugh as she ushered Newt into her own room to get her ready for bed.

You felt sorry for yourself, lying curled up in a ball, sniffing every 10 seconds, breathing with your mouth open, making your dry and sore throat worse. All you wanted was Ellen next to you. Your wishes were heard when you felt familiar fingers brushing away a few sweaty hairs that covered your face, "Y/n, sit up for me and take these, they'll help you". She spoke in a tone gentle enough to soothe your headache. Doing as you were ordered you tool the tablets she offered you with a long sip of water from a straw. She let you rest your head back down to the pillow before rushing herself to get changed and get to her lover.

She stood at the bathroom door watching as you wriggled a little, she knew you were waiting for her. She quietly walked over to you, now in her sleepwear. "Poor baby", she spoke crawling on to the bed and rubbing a soft hand over your back soothing any aches. She settled down next to you and it didn't take you long before you turned yourself over and let her welcoming arms embrace you. Your head was resting on her chest, one of your arms tucked into yourself and the other laying on her hip. Her strong arms were wrapped around your back, and she had a hand in your hair, stroking it, no matter how damp it was. As she stroked your hair her other hand ran up and down your back and her lips landed on your forehead. You sighed deeply, finally getting to sleep in her arms but before you slept you told her, "I really don't deserve you", she quickly but softly replied, "You deserve the world, and I love you. Very very much". Tucked into her you muffled a response, "I love you more, and thank you, I feel a little better already". You felt her lips that rested on your forehead curl into a smile as you told her you loved her. She told you, "You'll feel worse in the morning. Now sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up. I'll take care of you.

Indeed the next morning, you woke up feeling 10 times as worse. But as always, she kept her promise, She was there. Every second, every minute, every hour and day she was there. As soon as you recovered it was your turn to look after both girls after them catching your cold and getting sick. It didn't matter, because you loved them.

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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year ago

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Before I Go

Chapter One

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Chapter Four:

Roman was woken for the second time in too short a window by the telephone ringing. He groaned, rolled over in bed, and mumbled, “Clarissa.”

There was no response, and it took Roman a moment to realize why. When he finally did, he pried his eyes open and sat up in bed with another groan.

“Someone shut it up!” Janus screamed from the other bedroom. Well, given Janus’ tone and their conversation, earlier that night, that ‘someone’ probably wasn’t referring to Remus.

“Yeah, yeah,” Roman called, pulling himself upright. The phone rang for the fourth time, so Roman channeled his inner repressed instincts and speed-walked into the kitchen.

“Hello?” he grumbled as he picked it up.

“Roman!” snapped a very angry voice on the other end of the phone, and Roman winced and yanked the phone back from his ear.

“Clarissa,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Why. You were the one annoyed when this happened to us. What do you want.”

“You told me you’d call me when you got there!” Clarissa snapped. “I have been sitting up waiting for you!”

Roman squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stave off the growing headache. “Sorry, Clarissa,” he said. “Remus—” Roman stopped, realizing he was about to blame Remus for the situation, and he… actually really didn’t want to do that.

“We were just catching up,” he said instead, opening his eyes. “And it got late and I went to bed without realizing.”

“So you’re barely there and he’s already convincing you to ignore your responsibilities.”

“Clarissa. I haven’t seen him in over a decade!”

“For good reason! It’s like you’ve just forgotten that!”

Roman didn’t bother coming up with a response, and after a moment, Clarissa sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You just worried me. I didn’t know where you were or whether you’d made it there safe. And I’m tired. I really have been sitting up waiting for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Roman echoed. “I didn’t think you’d do that. It was late, I figured you’d gone to bed and I could call you tomorrow.”

Clarissa sighed again, sounding exhausted. “It’s alright,” she said. “Just don’t do it again. And call me every day, okay?”

Roman held back an exhausted sigh of his own. “Okay,” he said. “I’m gonna go back to bed now.”

“Call me tomorrow!”

“I will.”

Roman hung up the phone and leaned his head against the wall next to it.

“Clarissa?” came Remus’ voice from behind him.

Roman turned. “Go back to bed, Remus.”

“Who’s Clarissa?”

Roman looked away. “My fiancée.”

Remus snorted, then stopped to cough into his elbow for a couple seconds. Roman stood there and pretended not to notice.

“You,” Remus said finally, turning back to face him. “Look miserable.”

Roman grit his teeth. “Yeah? Well you’re dying.”

Remus seemed to consider that for a second. “Eh, I still win.”

“You—” Roman pressed a hand to his forehead. “I can’t believe you.”

“Really? That seems very much like me.”

“How did you even get sick?” Roman snapped, and Remus stopped talking very suddenly.

Roman realized what he’d said a second later. “I— I didn’t mean— sorry.”

Remus didn’t say anything.

“Remus, I’m sorry.”

“Goodnight,” Remus snapped, turning around and walking back towards his bedrooms.

“Remus, wait I—” Roman reached out and caught his arm. “Really. I’m sorry. I’m tired and irritated. That was out of line.”

Remus pulled his arm away from Roman. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “I’m going to bed.”

“Goodnight,” Roman said.

“Yeah.”

…

Roman got up early the next morning to make breakfast for everyone. Both because he was the only one who hadn’t had any alcohol last night, and because if he was going to give this whole ‘making things right’ a try, he might as well actually put effort into it.

Janus got up before Remus, and gave Roman a look that was impossible to read before going to sit on the couch in the living room.

Roman still didn’t know what to make of him. Or well, that was partly true. He was pretty sure he got Janus’ feelings towards him, he’d laid those out very clearly last night. But other than that, he didn’t know anything about him, except that he apparently loved Remus to the point of sticking around to watch him die.

But asking him about that, or even anything right now, felt like it would be poking a bear, and Roman was way too exhausted after being woken up last night to do that.

So instead, he just called, “How do you like your toast? I’ll burn some for Remus once he gets up.”

“Medium toasted,” Janus said, picking up a philosophy book that was sitting on a side table and putting it in front of his face, which not-so-subtly blocked himself from Roman. “And there’s oranges in the fridge to squeeze for juice. Make sure you put extra pulp in Remus’s.”

Roman put two pieces of bread in the toaster and turned the dial into the middle, then turned to open the fridge and pulled out a bag of oranges.

“I have no idea how to squeeze oranges,” he muttered to himself, turning to look around the kitchen for anything that could help.

“Oh for pete’s sake,” Janus grumbled, setting the book down on the couch. “I’m coming.”

He marched over and reached inside a cabinet, pulling down something that Roman vaguely recognized as an orange squeezer and a bowl that he attached it to the top of. He turned to look at Roman, held up an orange and waved it back and forth, then pressed it down on top of the squeezer and turned it back and forth until the juices ran out.

“Have at it,” Janus said, waving Roman on before turning around, clearly about to head back to the living room.

Roman picked up the orange and was about to start when the phone rang.

Janus groaned, not yet back at the couch. “If this is your stupid girlfriend calling again, tell her to pick a more reasonable time,” he snapped, picking up the phone and shoving it to his ear before Roman could say anything. “What?”

In the next couple seconds, Roman watched Janus’ face go from irritated, to blank and processing, to cold fury.

“Um, Janus?” Roman asked. “Are you okay?”

Janus held up his hand to Roman and turned to the side. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, calling now,” Janus hissed into the phone.

There was a muffled voice from the other end, but Janus cut it off.

“I am perfectly aware of how long it’s been,” Janus snapped, clenching his free hand into a fist. “Are you aware that it’s been a year?”

Another muffled statement.

“What do you mean it’s been more than a year, you’re calling, obviously you’ve decided it’s finally worth saying goodbye. What changed your mind?”

Roman watched Janus’ face slip from furious to slightly pale with the next sentence. “You… you haven’t heard?”

Whatever response the person gave clearly didn’t help, because Janus leaned his free hand against the wall like that was all that could hold him up right now. “I… give me a second.” He drops the phone without hanging up and ran back towards his and Remus’ bedroom.

Roman looked off after him for a second, cast a glance down at the phone, then thought better of it, opting instead to keep making orange juice.

…

Remus isn’t sure what to feel when Janus wakes him up and tells him.

Yes, obviously Virgil’s absence hasn’t felt amazing. But they’ve thought it’s because he didn’t care, not that he didn’t know. They left him a couple voicemails about it, should they have tried harder when he didn’t respond? Should they have assumed that meant something other than not caring? What if they had? Would Virgil be here?

“What—” Remus says, before his brain can get too far down that line of thought. “What did he say? When you told him?”

Janus winces, and looks back towards the door. “Um… I don’t know.”

Remus stares up at him. “What?”

“I panicked! He’s sitting on the phone out in the kitchen!”

“Janus!”

“Well what did you want me to do!”

“I don’t know! Say something?”

“Like what?”

“Like wh— I don’t know, maybe something along the lines of ‘hey Virgil, hate to break it to you, but Remus has this nasty little disease you may have heard of, it’s called AIDS—’”

“I haven’t talked to him in three years okay?”

Remus pauses as Janus drops his head into his hands and takes a couple deep breaths.

“Okay,” Remus says, sitting up and reaching out for Janus. He pulls him to his chest and lets Janus rest his head on his shoulder. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

Janus just keeps breathing for a couple of seconds, and Remus feels him start to shake.

“Hey, Jay, it’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll tell him.”

Janus jerks upright. “What? No.”

“Sure,” Remus says, giving him a gentle smile. “Sit. Stay here. I’ll go tell him.”

“No, Remus, that’s not— you shouldn’t have to—”

“You don’t have to handle it for me every time dummy,” Remus murmurs, pulling Janus underneath his chin so he can hold him. “I just told Roman the other day, I can handle it.”

Janus is quiet for a moment. “Okay,” he whispers finally.

Remus pulls back slightly and kisses him on the top of the head. “I’ll be back, okay?” he says, standing from the bed as he squeezes Janus’ shoulder gently one last time before heading out of the bedroom.

Roman is still in the kitchen, doing a very poor job of making orange juice, but the second he notices Remus he points back towards the hallway as an obvious question. Remus nods, and Roman sets down what he’s doing and leaves.

Remus picks up the phone that’s still hanging, swinging slightly against the wall. “Virgil?” he asks.

“Remus? What the hell is going on?” Virgil snaps, and Remus knows him well enough to recognize he’s more worried than angry. “Janus just left me sitting here for ten minutes, what the hell?”

“Sorry about that,” Remus says. “He… kinda freaked.”

“Yeah, I heard that part. What’s going on, Remus? Janus— Janus said something about saying goodbye, which is not why I’m calling, just for the record.”

“No, no he meant me,” Remus says. “I— I’m sorry, Virgil.”

“For what? If anything I should be saying—”

“I’m dying,” Remus says, and Virgil stops talking.

“From exactly what you’re thinking,” Remus adds, because he knows Virgil well enough to know exactly how his mind works. Well, unless he’s changed completely in the past three years.

“Remus,” Virgil whispers.

“It’s okay,” Remus says instantly. “Well, I mean obviously it’s not, but don’t start— just don’t start.”

“You— is that why Janus said something about ‘I hadn’t heard?’”

“We left you voicemails about it when we found out,” Remus says. “You never responded.”

“My— my landlord kicked me out,” Virgil says weakly. “When he found out I was gay. He— of course he wouldn’t try to reach me. Fuck. Remus.”

“It’s okay,” Remus says weakly, feeling a little weak in the knees but not exactly wanting to say that. “I— why were you calling? Why now?”

“I… I was just hoping you still lived there,” Virgil says. “I wanted to ask if you’d meet up and let me apologize.”

“Oh, that,” Remus says. “It’s cool. I forgive you.”

Virgil lets out a shaky laugh. “Remus.”

“What, life’s too short to hold a grudge,” Remus says, adding just enough cheeky into his voice so Virgil can be sure he’s being lighthearted.

Virgil laughs again, but it still sounds weak and shaky.

“You, uh,” Remus says, his smile fading. “You still want to meet up?”

“You still want me to?”

“Yes. No shit.”

“Okay,” Virgil says, an obvious wetness in his voice. “I— I can get there today after work? Or tomorrow?”

“Whichever works,” Remus says. “Oh, heads up, my brother’s here.”

There’s a pause, and then an obvious rage in Virgil’s voice when he replies. “What?”

...

Chapter Five

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years ago

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You’re Gonna Miss Me

(When I’m Gone)

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/ST*RKERS DNI/

~~~~~

Tony doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

That’s a lie. Utter bullshit. He’s lying to himself. Tony knows exactly why his heart is fluttering in his chest like he’d run a marathon, why his chest struggled to rise like there was twenty pound weight rested on it.

Though to be fair, when he made an anonymous donation of a meager 50,000 dollars to Midtown Science and Technology, he hadn’t expected Peter’s decathlon team to put in a request to the school board to travel abroad, and he definitely hadn’t expected the school to immediately approve it. He thought they’d use it to replace the sudsy water in the bathrooms they called soap with the real stuff or some shit, not whisk his kid away to Vienna for a whole week where Tony couldn’t even hug him, couldn’t protect him.

Peter is thrilled, though. Ecstatic. When he’d broken the news to Tony and May, he’d been over the moon with excitement, his round cheeks flushed pink and his eyes gleaming. Even two weeks ago, Tony had felt a deep sense of apprehension kindling in his chest, but with the date seemingly so far away, he’d pushed it to the back of his mind.

He wishes now that he’d done something. He should have told Peter he couldn’t bear to be without him like he was an actor in a cheesy soap opera (it was true, he couldn’t); tell Peter he needed him on a “mission” that would mysteriously be canceled. Though they’d probably end up taking a plane or a suit to Vienna anyways (despite what he liked to say to Rhodey, he was not at all immune to Peter’s puppy eyes); hell, he should have purposely tripped on the stairs and broken his leg so Peter, sweet, kind, empathetic Peter, would immediately decide to stay by his side where Tony could keep him safe.

He missed Peter when he was at his apartment in fucking Queens, thirty minutes from Stark Tower. He didn’t know how he’d handle having him 4,222 miles away. He didn’t know if he could.

“Damn,” he hisses, pushing himself from his bed with a grunt and making a beeline towards Peter’s room. He dashes in. The sight of his sleeping son (read: lump of blankets) is enough to take his breath away.

Tony had missed him. It had been four hours since he’d tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, and Tony had missed him. Peter was fifteen feet away.

This trip is going to be the death of him. He’s going to drop dead of a goddamn heart attack before Peter even gets on the plane.

Tony sinks carefully onto the mattress and rests his hand on the boy’s neck, some deep, parental instinct in him immediately soothed by the slow, steady beat of his pulse. Peter is curled under the thick blue blanket, only his chestnut curls visible which are tinged blue from the Iron Man nightlight on the wall, his breath puffing out in those little snuffling snores that Tony absolutely adores.

He leans down to kiss his temple, inhales the familiar scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo and is overwhelmed by the wave of infinite love that washes over him. He loves this kid so much it sometimes hurts.

Leaning back, he smooths his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. He doesn’t want to leave the boy’s side. He doesn’t know if he physically can. Maybe asleep Peter has somehow sensed this, because there’s a small mewl from the bundle of blankets, and two bleary doe eyes flutter open.

“T’ny?”

“Hey,” Tony whispers, running a hand through his curls. “Hey, jellybean. Sorry I woke you up.” Peter rolls over with heavy limbs and rubs his eyes with a fist in a childlike motion, yawning in a way that resembles all those yawning kitten videos he’s made Tony watch.

God, he’s adorable, Tony thinks. His heart is melting. He’s so small, so young. Tony feels an instinctual, almost uncontrollable urge to protect this kid, to wrap him in his arms and keep him from harm for the rest of time.

Peter is oblivious. “‘S… s’okay,” he mumbles. His hand sneaks out of the blankets and tugs on his arm lethargically, which the genius knows is sleepy Peter language for “cuddle with me.” Tony chuckles fondly and slides under the covers.

He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at his beloved boy, stroking a finger down his cheek. Peter smiles sleepily up at him from his assortment of pillows. “Hi.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “Hi, Pete.”

Peter frowns at him then, a sudden change from his drowsy, half-asleep state. “You… you ‘kay? Wha’ time’s it?” He tries to sit up, but Tony hushes him gently with a “Everything’s okay, bud, just a typical 2am visit from your friendly neighborhood Iron Man.”

He smiles, so Tony counts the joke as a win. It’s not one of his best, but hey, forgive him if he’s a little anxious about his kid going to another fucking continent.

(He refuses to acknowledge that it’s not just being away from Peter that’s stressing him out, it’s the fact that anything could happen to him while they’re apart.)

Tony looks back to Peter, opening his mouth to talk, only to find that he’s completely conked out. He balls up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wipes the line of drool tracing down the boy’s chin away, finding that a soft smile has formed on his face, the one that only makes its appearance around Peter.

Peter snuggles into him the second he lies down, resting his curly head just over his heart. Tony wraps a protective arm around his back and rubs small circles on his soft blanket hoodie. “G’night,” he whispers, bending to kiss the top of his head. “Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

He can feel Peter’s heartbeat thumping steadily against his chest- can hear his soft kitten snores. The warm weight of his body is so comforting that for a moment he thinks that maybe, just maybe, this trip isn’t going to be the end of him. That everything’s going to be okay.

~~~~~

Peter’s starting to regret eating all those waffles for breakfast. He feels shaky all over, like he could collapse or throw up any second. He’d told Tony he was going to pop in the bathroom, but he’s been in there for at least ten minutes, settled back on his heels on the cold, grimy floor of an airport bathroom, trying to breathe properly.

Speaking of Tony, he can hear the man just outside the door, typing on his phone and sipping from a cheap cup of coffee. Peter immediately experiences a hot flash of guilt, realizing that he must have grown worried while he was gone.

Sure enough, the door swings open and there’s a soft knock. “Pete? Everything okay, bud?”

Peter stands up and unlocks the stall. “Tony,” he sniffles, taking an unsteady step forward. Tony rushes forward and gathers him in his arms

“Whoa, hey, hey, you’re okay,” he says gently, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “You’re okay, Pete. Breathe, just breathe, bud. It’s okay.”

“I don’t-” Peter whispers. “I don’t know, Tony, I-I wanna go, but I can’t, I don’t know w-what to do.”

“Breathe, honey. It’s okay, I’m here, we’ll figure this out, okay? You just gotta take a breath, alright?”

Peter tries- fails. Tries again, and manages to gasp a breath in. “Sorry,” he croaks, when he can properly breathe again. “Tony, I-I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs, squeezing him tight. “Nothing to be sorry for, Pete.” After snatching a paper towel and soaking it in the sink, he runs the scratchy cloth over Peter’s face and kisses his forehead when he’s done. “Okay, bubba. You wanna go back out or stay in here?”

“Out,” he replies without hesitation. The flickering white lights above are starting to give him a headache, not to mention the leaky faucet and the freezing tile floors and the faulty air conditioning. Tony leads him out with an arm around his shoulder and guides him to a little nook, where they both plop down on a neon green beanbag.

“My parents died in a plane crash,” Peter whispers.

Tony squeezes his shoulder. “I know buddy. I’m sorry.” Unlike a lot of the “sorries” Peter has heard, this one is sincere. Sometimes he forgets that Tony is an orphan too.

“I- I mean, logically, I know the plane won’t crash,” he continues, “But I guess it’s still hard for me to believe that. Like a- a gut feeling?”

The man nods in understanding. “I know how you feel, kiddo. I was terrified of cars after my parents died- I took the subway everywhere despite the paparazzi bloodhounds.” Tony doesn’t broach the subject of his parent’s deaths often, especially not in a crowded public airport, so Peter makes sure to pay attention.

“Then, the fear just kinda… vanished.” He wiggles his fingers dramatically. “I started driving without even thinking, didn’t realize I was in a car ‘til I got on the highway. I had to pull over when I did, but since then, I’m perfectly fine with cruisin’ at 80 mph. But,” he says seriously, meeting Peter’s eyes. “I think you should listen to what your gut’s tellin’ you, buddy. It’s important to listen to yourself- what inner you is saying.” He pokes Peter’s belly a couple times for good measure, which makes his face scrunch up adorably.

Peter nods, and really tries to listen to his gut. The pair both go silent in concentration, and then- his stomach grumbles. They both burst into laughter, born more from nerves than hilarity.

“Inner you wants to eat,” Tony snorts. “I think I saw a place with the biggest blueberry muffins of my life by the escalators, wanna stop there?”

Despite eating a huge stack of waffles just hours earlier, Peter wolfs down two of the gigantic blueberry poppyseed muffins, much to the amusement of Tony.

They made their way to the gate, where Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington was lounging, dressed in an ugly red sweater, his long legs stretched in front of him.

“Peter!” he cried as he spotted them, scrambling to his feet. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I had the wrong date! We’re leaving today, right?”

“Oh, yeah Mr. Harrington, we’re going today!” Peter laughs. He’s used to dealing with his scatter-brained teacher. “I’m actually here early, the plane’s supposed to leave at 1:00.” He gestures vaguely to the big digital clock over his head reading 11:54 AM, EDT.

Mr. Harrington frowns. “I thought it left at 8 am! You mean I’ve been here for hours in this awful chair when I could have been sipping a piña colada in my jacuzzi?!” He collapses back in his chair and pulls a sleeping mask over his eyes with a sigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Harrington,” Peter chuckles, then pulls Tony to a row of uncomfortable seats in the corner of the waiting area.

They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, just watching the various travellers rush past. A little girl, around two or three, comes up and shyly asks for Tony’s autograph, but no one else recognizes the genius. (Thanks to his foolproof disguise of a baseball cap and scarf covering up his iconic beard, the genius claims.)

“So, what are we thinking?” Tony asks after about half an hour. “Do you wanna go?” He secretly hopes Peter will say no, hopes that they can go home and binge watch all of the Star Trek episodes and fill their bodies with junk.

Peter nods hesitantly. “I think so. I-is that okay? I might change my mind, but- yes. Yeah, I think I want to go.”

Tony squeezes his hand. “Of course it’s okay baby, that’s perfectly fine. If you change your mind, you know what? That’s great too. Whatever you want, that’s what’s important.” He kisses Peter’s forehead and lets his hand linger for a moment where it rests on the boy’s cheek. “If you change your mind at any point, I’ll come pick you up, okay?”

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter breathes, slumping heavily against his side.

“Of course, bud. Anything for my Peter.”

They stop for lunch at a cozy little coffee shop, which is thankfully devoid of fans and paparazzi. Peter orders (or rather, makes Tony order) a small hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows and whipped cream) even though drinking a lot before a non-stop ten hour flight is probably not the best idea. (He can’t help it. He’s nervous.)

When the pair gets back to their gate, they find Ned and his family. The boy’s greet each other enthusiastically, performing their signature handshake, while Tony simply throws up a peace sign to Ned’s rather stunned parents.

The friends pull out their phones -probably playing one of those ghastly animated games that Peter is always quoting. Tony pretends to look busy on his phone, but really, he’s just trying to distract himself from the terrifying fact that he’s not going to see Peter for a week.

Too soon, the speaker crackles, a crisp voice announcing, “Attention. We are now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria. Now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria.”

Tony’s heart stops. Peter freezes.

No, they think at the same time. Not yet.

Peter turns to Tony, panicked. “Hey,” the man says, pushing away every anxiety, every worry away so he can focus on his kid. He sees Ned approach them, but stop when his father places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby, it’s okay.”

“Tony.” Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist.

“I know, baby, I know.” Tony kisses the top of his head and hugs him close. “Follow my breathing. You’re okay. We’re good.”

Around them, the members of the decathlon team are rising, but Tony and Peter sit in those unforgettable chairs, clutching each other tightly, not yet ready to let go.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Peter whimpers.

“I know kiddo, me too. I’m gonna miss you so much, but I’m always gonna be here, okay? If you need me, just call, or text, use morse code, doesn’t matter. I’m always here for you.”

“I’m here for you too,” Peter says. “I- I’ll call you every day.” Peter’s bottom lip is trembling, just barely, but enough for Tony to hug him a little tighter and kiss his forehead. “I love you, Tony,” he sniffs.

“I love you too, Pete. I love you so much.” Tony’s not crying. He’s not. The restaurant a few stores down is just cooking onions, that’s why his eyes are watering.

Peter pulls away and grabs his duffel bag, taking a step toward the loading dock. Tony tries not to burst into sobs. Stay, his mind whispers. Please stay.

Then Peter turns around, eyes full of tears, and slams straight into Tony’s chest, hugging him so tight he can barely breathe. Tony rocks them back and forth, cherishing everything about his sweet boy. When they finally break apart, Peter says, “I’ll be back before you know it,” echoing what Tony has said to him so many times before he leaves for a business trip.

Then he smiles a watery smile and runs to catch up with his best friend. Just before he disappears into the loading dock, he turns around and waves wildly at Tony.

Tony waves back, grinning. “I love you,” he mouths.

“I love you too!” Peter mouths back, and steps into the dock.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, hastily wiping the dampness from his eyes. “I love you, Peter.”

~~~~~

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whatisthiswritingthing · 4 years ago

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Away Game - Emily Sonnett x Hockey!Reader

Prompt: Can you do an imagine where the Y/N is with Emily Sonnett and Y/N play hockey as well and she is still in college l. Like where Emily surprise Y/N at one of her games because she could tell that Y/N is super stressed out and just a bunch of fluff and cuteness? But also a little bit of feeling as well?

“Hey babe,” Emily greeted Y/N as she connected the FaceTime call before going back to reading her textbook.

Y/N was hunched over her desk in her apartment, textbook propped up next to laptop. Emily’s face sharing half the screen while Y/N typed notes out at the same time.

“Hey Em,” Y/N mumbled out, glancing up to shoot a quick smile to her girlfriend before going back to reading her textbook.

“Y/N, take a break for a couple minutes, then you can go back to studying,” Sonnett tried to encourage. She could see the bags under girlfriend’s eyes and the coffee cup next to her.

“I can talk and study,” Y/N glanced back to the screen, beginning to type, not even looking to Emilys side of the screen.

“I know you can Y/N, but I wanted to talk to you for a second, then we can just hangout on screen together while you study,” Emily tried to suggest again.

Y/N continued to type, periodically glancing at her textbook, not even acknowledging that Sonnett had said anything.

“Y/N,” Emily attempted again with no response. “Y/N!” She finally raised her voice, frustration evident.

Y/N’s head shot up, looking at Emily.

“What? I really need to study; I don’t have time right now,” Y/N snapped back.

“Don’t have time or won’t make time?” Emily snapped as well this time.

“You know I don’t have time Emily,” Y/N growled, the use of her full name showing how frustrated she was. They hadn’t been on the call for two minutes and were snapping at each other. Y/N knew it was her fault, that she could make time and her snapping was perpetuated by the stress of midterms and what felt like a thousand other things.

“I get you’re stressed, but don’t take it out on me,” Emily did her best to soften her tone, understanding the anger was misdirected to her.

Y/N immediately deflated, crossing her on the desk and resting her forehead on them. Letting a sigh, she looked back to the screen.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Em, I’ve just got so much going on right now,” Y/N shoulders were hunched in. Now facing the computer, Emily could see the exhaustion clearly, the way her brow furrowed when she had a headache. All fight had left the younger woman.

“I understand babe, just take a minute and breath, alright?” Emily tried to sooth the student. “What’s all going on that’s got you like this?”

Y/N groaned, dropping head to the desk against.

“What don’t I have? I have two midterms to write on Thursday before we leave for our away game, an essay due Monday, a lab I need to write up on the bus, plus practice and weights, and I should probably sleep at some point. But I can’t because I still need to study,” Y/N rambled. “Fuck.” She groaned, slammed her forehead on the desk, her hands roughly tugging her hair.

“Babe,” Emily tried to get her her attention, YN’s head remained down. “Y/N/N.”

Y/N rolled her head over, looking at the screen, keeping her head down.

“Hey hot shot, I know you have lots going on. Couple more weeks and the semester is done, then you get a break,” Emily encouraged, she wanted to reach through the screen and tuck the stray hair behind Y/N’s ear. She wanted to pull her stressed girlfriend into her arms, massage the tension out of her shoulders, sooth the crease out of her furrowed brow.

Y/N sat up, running the back of her neck, attempting to work out the knots.

“I’m exhausted Em,” Y/N whispered, lowly like Emily wasn’t supposed to hear it. “We need to win this weekend, and I need to do do well on my midterms, and this essay is kicking my ass.” The hockey player continued to ramble, Emily just nodded along, understanding she just needed to be heard.

“I know babe, but you can do this. You are so smart, you are going to do so well on those midterms, and make that essay your bitch,” that earned a small smile from the younger woman. “Plus, I’ll hand deliver coffee to your hotel this weekend.”

“Hand deliver to my hotel?” Y/N looked confused.

“Yea, our camp is in the same city as your game this weekend. I was thinking I could drop some coffee off in the morning before your game. Maybe sneak a hug in there too,” Sonnett finished with a wink.

“Fuck Em, I totally forgot you are in camp right now,” Y/N sat up completely straight, regret on her face when she realized she forgot about Emily being in camp.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Sonnett said firmly, cutting Y/N off before she could ramble out an apology. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, you have more than enough going on right now. So do not feel bad for forgetting, alright?”

“But that’s something I should remember,” Y/N sounded frustrated, rubbing a palm harshly down her face. “You remembered my game; I should remember your games.”

“No, Y/N, you don’t. You have so much going on already, my camp should be the last thing you need to remember,” Emily watched as her girlfriend chewed her lower lip, contemplating what she said. “Now, I love you and want to keep talking to you, but you need to sleep.”

“I still have this chapter to finish at least before I can go to sleep,” Y/N motioned to the mess of books on her desk, “so I’m definitely not getting to bed anytime soon,” her hand made its way to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“Alright smarty pants, why don’t I hang out for a little until you finish up. We don’t have to talk, we can be together, apart,” the defender suggested with a little giggle at her attempt at a pun.

Y/N just nodded and went back to studying. Typing and the turning of pages the only sounds for the next hour while to just enjoyed the minimal company they could have with each other. Emily finally needed to call it a night when Mal made her way into the room to go to bed.

“Hey hot shot,” Emily softly said, Y/N just grunted in response. “I’m heading to bed, try not to stay up too late.”

Y/N looked at the screen, giving Emily a tired smile.

“Night you goof, no promises though. Have a good sleep.”

Emily rolled her eyes, “goodnight babe.”

The two disconnected the call and Emily got up to start getting ready for bed.

For the rest of the week, Emily and Y/N had hardly had a chance to text, both women so busy. Emily still finding time to send her girlfriend reminders to eat and sleep enough, or just sending her funny memes though out the day to make her smile.

Y/N had spent the team bus trip to Chicago finishing her homework. By the time they arrived at the hotel, she was ready to crawl into her bed and sleep for a week it felt like. Unfortunately, all she could get was a quick nap before evening skate around and team meeting before the game the following day.

The hockey team all made their way through the lobby towards their rooms. Y/N had her headphones in from the bus still, making it clear to everyone she wasn’t in the mood to socialize with anyone, keeping her head down, watching the feet of her teammate to know where to go.

Suddenly Y/N felt a hand firmly push her to the left, she whipped her head to the right, looking for the culprit. Y/N saw a teammate grinning and motioning to her left where she had been pushed to.

Y/N looked to the left to see Emily standing there with a large smile on her face, bouncing on the balls of her feet, doing her best not to pounce on the hockey player.

“Looks like you have a stalker, Y/N/N,” her teammates chuckled, Y/N’s sleep deprived brain slowly caught up with her. She dropped her bag and took the few steps to close the distance between her and her girlfriend, crashing her body in the smaller soccer player.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N mumbled into Sonnetts chest.

“Rumor has is some stud hockey player is staying here the next couple nights; I was hoping to get an autograph,” Emily said casually, lightly pulling away to jokingly glance around the hotel; Y/N tightened her grip on the defenders shirt, tugging her back in.

Emily leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the hockey players head.

“I’m kidding hot shot. I got a room here. I know neither of us can spend the night together, but I figured it would be perfect a nap before your practice, maybe one tomorrow before your game.”

“You rented us a room just to nap?” Y/N looked up incredulously.

“I mean, we could do other things than nap,” Emily said suggestively with a waggle of her eyebrows. “But why don’t we start with taking your bags to your actual room, then go from there.”

Emily stepped away, picking up the discarded bags and making her way to the elevator. Leaving no room for argument that she would be carrying them. Y/N just followed behind, amazed at the consideration her girlfriend had for her.

The two quickly dropped her stuff in the room, before making their way to the room Emily rented a couple floors up.

Y/N had Emily pinned against the wall of the room before the door even closed. Gripping the back of her neck, hand pulling up her shirt. Emily pushed back, taking her own shirt off before reaching for Y/N’s. Both now shirtless, they battled to press the other into the wall. Y/N being stronger, gripped Emily’s hips and guided her to bed, pushing her to sit. Emily immediately slid up the bed, Y/N following with her knees on either side of Emilys hips.

They continued to make out, hips rolling into each other, hands roaming exposed skin. Emily suddenly pulled Y/N flush against, then rolled them so she was on top. She glided her lips down Y/N’s neck and across her collar bones, slowly making her way down when Y/n let out a loud yawn.

Emily paused, glancing up to make eye contact with the younger woman, giggling.

“I know it’s been a while and I might be a little rusty, but I can’t be that bad.”

“I’m sorry Em, you’re amazing,” Y/N started, only to be cut off by another yawn. It seemed now that she was in a bed her body was done fighting the exhaustion she felt, her eyes already beginning to droop.

Emily made her way back up, running her thumb along Y/N’s cheek, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. “Get some sleep babe, I’ll make sure you’re up for practice.”

The soccer player rolled onto her back, pulling Y/N to lay on her chest. The younger woman gave a small nod, already drifting to sleep while she nuzzled her face into Emily’s neck.

Several hours and a refreshing nap later, both athletes made their way to the lobby. They exchanged a quick kiss goodbye before parting, each to their respective practices. Emily promising to be around the next morning with coffee before the team would depart for the rink.

Sitting on the bus, Y/N leaned her had back, feeling better than she had in months. The three hour nap with her girlfriend doing wonders, it had quieted all her anxieties and stresses.

Emily made her way to the hotel the next morning again, coffee in hand as the team left the banquet room after practice. Y/N walked over quickly, ignoring the snickers and joked coming from her teammates, eyes only on the blonde in front of her.

“Hey gorgeous,” Y/N greeted with a kiss. “I only have a minute before I need to get my stuff and be on the bus.”

“Hmm, that’s alright,” Emily hummed with a smile, “I just wanted to see you before the game, maybe get that stud hockey player to sign my shirt.” She winked, motioning to the shirt she was wearing. Y/N rolled her eyes realizing it was her own team shirt.

Y/N laughed when Emily took the coffee back and replaced it with a sharpie.

“Who should I make it out to?” Y/N played along.

“Oh easy, ‘Emily Sonnett, the most amazing girlfriend’!” the blonde enunciated each word with her hands, like she was spelling them out in the air.

Y/N just shook her head, stepping close to her girlfriend before neatly signing her name on the shirt. Right on her chest, just over her heart.

“There you go you goof, now give me my coffee.”

The two made the exchange, both leaning in for a brief kiss before Y/N rushed off to the get her equipment for the game.

After a quick steal by Y/N and a fast break down the ice, leading to an early goal, loud cheers for the away team scoring drew the attention of the entire team. Y/N glanced up from the ice to see a majority of Emily’s teammates in the stands cheering the team on.

Y/N played the rest of the game with a new focus, she always wanted to win, but there was something different about playing in front of her girlfriend, a strong desire to show off and impress her.

Emily and the few players that knew Y/N personally met her outside the change rooms after the game. Each taking turns to pull her into a celebratory hug after the victory, all talking over each other about what part they liked the most. Mal and Rose pretending to recreate a body check against the boards.

Y/N had pulled Sonnett into her side while they all talked, both only half listening, just enjoying being with each other again.

“Feel better?” Emily asked when her friends were distracted. She could feel how much softer her girlfriend felt now that most of the tension left her body.

“A million times better,” Y/N leaned down and caught Emily’s lips in a kiss.

“Glad to hear it hot shot,” Sonnett whispered when they pulled away, both oblivious to their friends gagging at the cheesy interaction.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader

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captain-josslett · 4 years ago

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Broken Melody - Part Twenty Two

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One...

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 3.1k+

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, stuff... I’m so tried my brain can’t function.

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Lena and Emma share their news with Eliza and the sisters discuss if they are really ready to see their baby sister.

So sorry for the delay. A lot of stuff has been happening over the past few weeks and my heart is just really heavy at the moment. But keep calm, carry on and enjoy the ride... Right? Hoping the next part will be soon as I’m actually looking forward to it. The long wait is almost over. Almost. Maybe... Let’s see what tomorrow brings... If my brain functions...

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz, @camslightstories, @thinking1bee, @aznblossom,

Gif by the awesome @missmaclay

Emma is wrapped up in Lena’s arms as they watch a Friends episode. Well, they were trying to watch it but Emma keeps turning her head to gaze lovingly up at her girlfriend. Smiling and enjoying the feelings of happiness within her before focusing back on the tv.

The girlfriends had made out for some time after Lena asked Emma to move in with her. Until the pair were broken up by Lena’s phone ringing out, causing the raven haired beauty to groan deeply and rest her head on Emma’s shoulder. Her groan increased in volume when Emma moved off of her lap to allow Lena to get to the phone in her bag.

Emma had watched Lena pace back and forth while discussing the headache of an issue that has risen from the negotiations with Japan. Instinctively Lena wanted to rush back to L-Corp to sort out the problem immediately. But when the raven haired turned around to pace to the other side of the room her eyes met her girlfriend’s and Emma gave her a reassuring smile, indicating it was okay if she left. However Lena made the choice to stay and ended the call soon after. Stating she would deal with it first thing in the morning.

Finally getting back onto the bed and pulling Emma into her arms while voice commanding the tv to resume their favorite show.

Once settled, Emma snuggles her head further into Lena’s arm, placing a gentle kiss on the skin there. Warmth fills the CEO as she glances down and returns the kiss by placing one on the blonde’s head. Emma lets out a puff of air, like a sigh of content, and smiles into her girlfriend’s arm.

They watch a few more episodes before Lena lets out a big yawn that makes her body tense and shake.

Emma twists her head to watch her girlfriend and suddenly her mouth opens wide too with a yawn. Afterwards she sits up and studies the tired raven haired beauty.

“Aw someone is sleepy.” Emma signs and smirks when Lena blinks and shakes her head. “Love I can see how exhausted you are.”

“I’m okay.” Lena says but immediately yawns, causing Emma to yawn again too. She lightly pushes Lena’s shoulder and the pair laugh, Emma’s letting out spurts of heavy breaths of air as her diaphragm moves sharply.

The blonde then lifts an eyebrow up at her girlfriend. “As much as I love you being here, don’t you need to go home and sleep? Especially with the day you are going to have tomorrow?” Emma tilts her head to the side and gives Lena a questioning look.

“Are you sure love?” Lena asks as she intwines their fingers. The blonde nods, leaning in to kiss Lena’s lips softly.

“Keep doing that and I won’t want to leave.” Lena says with a deep moan, pressing their foreheads together.

A knock on the door pulls them apart and Eliza walks in.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Eliza keeps her hand on the door handle and looks ready to quickly back away.

Lena smiles and pauses the show. “It’s okay.” She says to the older blonde and feels Emma squeeze her hand to get her attention. Lena focuses back on Emma and watches her sign.

“Can you tell Mom our news?” Emma grins happily, bouncing on the bed excitedly and repeatedly glances at both her Mom and girlfriend. Causing her Mom to arch an eyebrow at her daughter.

“Eliza, please come in, we have something to share with you.” Lena says a bit hesitant. Realising she hadn’t asked Emma’s Moms opinion, which Lena greatly values.

“Alright.” Eliza gently closes the door behind her and makes her way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and waits expectantly.

“I-er-well-” Lena mentally slaps herself, fear of Eliza’s disapproval starts overwhelming her. Until Emma reaches out and holds her hand. Grounding the raven haired beauty. Lena swallows and clears her throat. “As Lucy may have told you Emma will be discharged soon and I-” Lena trails off for a moment. “I asked Emma to move in with me.”

Lena can’t help but whisper the last bit. Internally eye rolling at herself. ‘A Luthor must never show their fear, or any emotion that gives them away.’ Lillian’s voice echoes coldly in her ears.

That’s until Eliza’s face lights up with a beaming smile. “That’s wonderful news!” The older blonde claps and reaches out, engulfing the two women in a group hug. The Danvers matriarch pulls back, grasping both Emma and Lena’s hands before focusing on her daughter. “I’m guessing you said yes?”

Emma nods quickly and matches her Mom’s smile.

“That’s wonderful sweetheart. I was thinking what would happen when you’d leave here but I needn’t have worried.”

Relief fills Lena, until she quickly lifts a hand to her mouth and yawns. Emma turns her head to hide her yawning as well. No matter who yawns Emma can’t help but yawn as well. “Sorry.” Lena sincerely apologises.

“It’s okay sweetheart.” Eliza searches Lena’s fatigued eyes. “Looks like you need to head to bed.”

The CEO nods and squeezes Eliza’s hand before cupping Emma’s face and kissing her goodnight. “See you tomorrow love. Sleep well.”

Lena gracefully slides off the bed, slipping her feet into her heels. Almost moaning out in pain as her feet loudly protest.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” Eliza kisses Emma’s forehead and hugs her daughter close. She watches as Lena quietly slips out of the room and Eliza quickly gets up to follow. She gently closes the door behind her, watching Emma briefly through the glass as she immediately grabs her notebook, flicking through the pages and starts writing. Eliza recognises Emma’s expression and knew her daughter was writing something for a song.

Taking her eyes off her daughter Eliza turns to locate Lena down the corridor and spots her quickly heading towards the elevator. “Lena.” she calls and hastily goes after her daughter’s girlfriend.

Lena screeches to a halt. ‘Oh no, she disapproves.’ Lena thinks and feels her hands starting to get clammy. Slowly she turns to Eliza who chuckles at her expression.

“Don’t look so worried.” The older blonde tries to reassure the other woman. “I just wanted to see how you are after our last conversation.” Lena feels herself relax slightly at Eliza’s words, but her tension is still present, not allowing herself to fully let down her guard. “So, what I want to ask is, how are you?” Eliza kindly asks.

“I’m fine.” Lena answers automatically but Eliza gives her a knowing look.

“Really?” The older blonde states before taking a deep breath. “Look Lena, I know you struggle opening up to people. It’s not hard to imagine what life was like for you growing up in the Luthor household. But you don’t have to hide how you’re feeling. Really, truly feeling.”

Lena’s eyes widen slightly as she feels the tears build and her throat getting tight with emotion. She quickly lowers her eyes to hide it. Until Eliza places a hand gently on her shoulder.

“Lena, look at me.”

Glistening green eyes slowly lift back up.

“As I have said before, you are practically family and whenever you need me, whatever time it is, call me.” Eliza tenderly wipes a tear from the raven haired woman’s face.

Lean swallows to try and relieve the tightness in her throat. “I will.” Her phone buzzes in her bag and she quickly pulls it out. “My driver is here, do you need a lift to where you are staying?”

“No thank you, I’m going to work a little bit longer on the samples.” Eliza answers and they walk to the elevator. Eliza hopes her daughter’s girlfriend has heard what she said and taken it on board.

-- -- --

Alex breathes out quickly as she extends her arms, pushing herself up from the ground before slowly lowering herself back down again.

Kara lowers her book and stares at her redheaded sister from the bed. “Alex?” The blonde asks with concern, causing Alex to pause and lift her head up at her. “You’ve been working out for hours.”

“And?” Alex huffs out as she continues her push ups.

“And you should be winding down for bed.” Kara crosses her arms at her sister’s attitude.

“Can’t.” The redhead grits out. Her arms and shoulders are screaming from the strain. But she stubbornly pushes through.

“Why?”

Alex pauses slightly before continuing her push ups. “When I stop- doing something- my thoughts just get-” Her voice dwindles. Not wanting to say it out loud.

“They get really loud.” Kara finishes for her and Alex nods, jutting her jaw out. “Then, maybe you need to speak them out. To stop them overwhelming you.” The blonde repeats what Doctor Jackson had told her the other day in their therapy session when Kara had been tight lipped about how she was feeling.

“Yes Doctor Danvers.” Alex quips back, standing and grabbing a bottle of water from the table. Her eyes find the painting Emma had done earlier of Kara and Alex. Sam had placed it into the container and Kara eagly took it out to study it.

Alex eyebrows knit together as she looks down at herself. Knowing it had unsettled her seeing how Emma had captured both the carefree laughter but also the tears from her earlier confession about her impending break up with Kelly.

More than anything Alex wants to jump into the painting and get back to that moment. To stop Kara and herself going into the trap later that day that ruined everything.

Alex leans heavily against the table, her shoulders slumping forward. She is desperate to see Emma. To hold her and apologise over and over for the words she said. For hurting her mentally and physically. But her fear was holding her back.

“I’m scared too.” Kara’s voice whispers softly next to her. Sensing Alex’s distress and taking in her defeated posture.

“Are we strong enough?” Alex murmurs so quietly only Kara could have heard her.

“I don’t know.” Kara wraps her arms around her sister. “But I know we have to try. For Emma.”

Alex nods, her face distorts and the tears she had been trying to hold back start breaking free.

“Let it out. Emma once told me that you get sick if you hold it all in.”

Alex lets out a wet laugh. “Yea I remember. Wasn’t she ten?”

“A very wise ten year old.” Kara agrees, leading Alex over to their joined beds and sitting down. “But you are deflecting.” She gently strokes Alex’s cheek.

“I should have protected her.” A vein pulses in Alex’s forehead as she tries to hold back her building sobs. Her eyes squint and her face distorts. “She’s a part of my heart. You both are. And I should- I should have protected her.”

“Me too. But it was out of our control.” Kara gulps out as her eyes well up with tears.

Alex rocks as the building pain inside her starts becoming overwhelming. The redhead lifts her fingers and pinches the bridge of her nose, signaling her distress.

Kara gently reaches out and takes her sister’s hand. “Let it go Alex.” Kara whispers softly, carefully squeezing the redhead’s hand.

Finally Alex lets out an anguished cry, her heart clenching in pain and Kara pulls her into a hug. Letting her own tears fall and their sobs echo around the cell.

-- -- --

Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What’s standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this

One step clos-

Emma pauses her writing. She frowns at why she suddenly feels anxious. It’s been happening on and off since she woke up. Random moments where her heart would clench and she just wants to sob. The blonde stares at the love song she had been writing.

A Thousand Years

Was neatly written on the top of the page. But Emma quickly places the pen on the page and puts it down beside her. She jumps off the bed and starts pacing her room. Her frown deepens as she tries to figure out why she suddenly feels so restless.

Grabbing her new phone Emma opens her messages to her girlfriend.

Emma: Hi love, just checking you got home okay?

She sighs in relief when the three dots appear.

Lena: Yes I just got in.

Emma: Awesome, I hope tomorrow goes well. Sleep well!

Lena: You too. I love you ❤️

Emma: Love you too 😘

Emma throws her phone onto the bed and continues pacing. Placing her hands on her hips and lowering her head as she tries to identify the source of her sudden anxiety.

A loud, frantic knock halts her movements and she quickly turns to the door.

“Em? What’s wrong?” Lucy enters with a frown, having seen the agitated Emma through the glass in the door.

Emma runs a hand through her hair before shrugging.

“You don’t know?” Lucy tries to guess from Emma’s body movements.

Emma shakes her head in confirmation.

“Well, do you wanna write about it? Maybe we can figure it out?”

Emma grabs her notebook and makes her way over to the sofa, crossing her legs and leaning against the arm. Lucy follows her and copies her friend.

‘Lena asked me to move in, but I don’t think it’s that.’ Emma holds up the pad and Lucy smiles that Lena found the courage to ask Emma.

“What was your answer?”

Emma does a small smile and nods.

Lucy does a little squeal and claps happily, causing Emma’s smile to widen. “Are you worried about it?” Lucy tilts her head as she asks and Emma shakes her head. “Okay, keep writing.”

‘Are Alex and Kara okay?’

“Yea they seemed to be when I left them earlier. Said they were gonna think about seeing you soon and that they love you too.”

Emma's eyes light up at the news. She had heard it from Lena but having Lucy tell her as well gives her more hope.

But her smile fades and she looks down to write her next question. ‘Any news from Doctor Sloan?’

Lucy takes in a deep breath and Emma watches her carefully. “Yes there is actually.”

Emma fidgets slightly. Crossing her fingers under her notepad.

“He’s been researching and looking over the pictures he took. He would like Doctor Hamilton to take some more photos in a few weeks and would then consider operating after that from a few weeks to a month.”

Emma’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline and hurriedly writes.

‘That’s quick.’

“Well, this hasn’t really been natural has it?”

‘Guess not.’

Emma leans back into the corner of the sofa as she ponders what Lucy has told her.

“Emma?” The brunette watches her friend’s face. The contemplation etched there. “Emma?” Lucy tries again and barely bloodshot eyes connect with her.

Emma doesn’t move for a moment. Her heart beats anxiously inside her. Slowly she lifts her pen and writes. ‘Do you think it will work?’

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Lucy swallows and keeps her eye contact with her friend. “I wish I could say, one hundred percent, that it would work. But with anything like this, there are always risks involved.”

Emma nods sadly, placing her elbow on the top of the sofa and resting her head in her hand. She picks up the pen with her left hand and starts writing.

“You're ambidextrous?” Lucy asks in fascination and Emma shakes her head, writing her answer after her question. Drawing an arrow to signal to Lucy to read her response first.

She holds up the pad with her left hand. Keeping her head rested in her right. Lucy blinks at the difference in handwriting. Still very neat but not as curvy.

‘I broke my right arm when I was a teen. This was before laptops became a regular thing, so I taught myself how to write left handed.’

“Make sense.” Lucy mutters before her eyes lift to Emma’s earlier question.

‘What would you do?’

“I can’t pretend to know what you are going through.” Lucy plays with her fingers. She had tried to imagine how she would feel if her sister Lois had attacked her and took something precious from her. However, it was impossible. “If it was me? I’d go for it.”

Emma clicks the pen a few times and twirls it between her fingers as she ponders Lucy’s words.

‘Everything has a risk.’ Emma thinks as she reflects her friend’s words back.

“What is your gut saying?” Lucy interrupts Emma’s thoughts.

The blonde bites her lip and she takes a deep breath. She clicks the pen and starts writing.

‘Mainly to go for it but part of me is hesitant. Like what if it doesn’t work? Would it damage everything further?’

“That’s something you would need to ask Doctor Sloan.” Lucy answers while she fiddles with a loose thread on the sofa cushion. “But whatever you decide I will be with you all the way.”

Emma lifts the corner of her mouth and reaches out to take Lucy’s hand.

“Has that helped?”

It had a little bit but Emma knew it wasn’t the issue she was trying to deal with. But Emma nods anyway after realising how late it was getting and not wanting to take up anymore of Lucy’s time.

“Great! Shall I send Doctor Sloan an email and we can get the ball rolling?”

Emma swallows and feels her heart start to pound. Suddenly the room flickers and the blonde blinks to clear her vision.

“Em?” Lucy notices how anxious her friend has become again. The grip around her hand tightens and Lucy squeezes back before Emma lets go and rubs her eyes. “Tired?”

Emma nods before writing. ‘Yes to emailing Doctor Sloan. Can you give him my email?’

“Er… I may have to give you a new email to correspond with him. We got alerts that someone tried to hack into your accounts.”

Emma suddenly straightens up, her eyes flashing with anger. Immediately feeling violated at the attempt.

“Don’t worry, Brainy and Winn have placed the maximum security around them.” Lucy tries to reassure the blonde, who takes a deep intake of breath and lets it out slowly. “Is there anything else?” Lucy searches Emma’s eyes.

Emma shakes her head.

“Alright. I’ll leave you to rest.” Lucy opens her arms and Emma shuffles forward to hug her. Emma rests her head on her friend’s shoulder and imagines Alex or Kara hugging her. But it isn’t the same. They pull apart and Emma watches the brunette leave.

Slowly Emma stands and heads towards the window. The blonde crosses her arms and takes a few deep breaths. Trying to search for the answer of an unknown question. Her mind goes back to her sisters. Emma looks up at the barely there stars due to the light pollution. She focuses on the brightest and hopes more than anything that Alex and Kara are okay and prays she will get to see them soon.

(Part Twenty Three)

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suganovakawa · 5 years ago

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i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺

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plaidbooks · 4 years ago

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I was going to request a Nick fic, but I see you have a lot coming up so I’ll chill ☺️ Instead can I request a Rafael one where him and Liv actually do have some sort of secret thing going on, but reader starts as a new detective with SVU and her and Rafael have an instant connection.

To Love Again

A/N: Heya Anon--never feel hesitant about sending in a request! Even if I’m backed up on someone, I’ll gladly take any request haha!. Anyways, this got...a lot more angst than I meant for it to, whoops. I hop you enjoy (and there’s a small possibility for this to get a sequel, depending on inspiration).

This also jumps perspective, between Rafi and reader. Just a heads-up.

Tags: implied smut, angst with a happy? ending, mentions of sexual assault (no details given), alcohol

Words: 2650

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It had started one drunken night, by mutual agreement, after a rough case and an even rough loss. Rafael and Olivia had gone out for drinks, to take the edge off after getting back the “not guilty” verdict. To show that they weren’t mad at each other. To show that they could work through the arguments and disagreements they had through the whole trial, the whole case. And the night had ended with Rafael waking up in Olivia’s bed. It was awkward at first, but they had talked about it; they cared for each other, but not in that way. It was simply…stress relief. And it didn’t happen again. Not until another rough loss, about two months later.

“We’re both single adults—we’re being safe about it. Who cares?” Olivia had said one day, and Rafael had agreed. Like they said, they cared about each other. Just not in that way. Who cares if they found relief in each other’s bodies once in a blue moon? It didn’t go beyond that, which was fine with Rafael; his heart was too shriveled up for a relationship, anyways. This was simpler, easier.

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There was a knock on his office door late in the afternoon. Glancing up, he called out for whoever it was to enter, curious as to who was coming to meet with him. He had no appointments at this time, though it wasn’t rare that people stopped by for one thing or another. He quirked an eyebrow though as you entered his office; he had never seen you before.

“Mr. Barba? I’m here to drop off some signed statements from the Jackson case, and to pick up a warrant for Wilson’s apartment,” you said shyly, coming to stand in front of his desk. You held the paperwork out to him, and he took it from you, that eyebrow still raised. You swallowed nervously as his bright green eyes roamed over your face.

“And who are you?” Rafael asked. His voice was light, a conversational tone.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Oh! Detective [Y/L/N]; I just started with SVU a few days ago. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself,” you replied, smiling sheepishly and holding out your hand.

His lips twitched up at the corners, and he took your hand, shaking it. Olivia had told him that she was getting a new detective soon, but he didn’t know she already did. Nor that you would look so….

“You said the Wilson warrant, correct?” Rafael asked, pulling his hand back, flipping through files.

“That’s the one.” You watched his fingers run over the pages on his desk, flicking through the paper. Your face grew warmer as you thought about what those fingers would feel like against your skin, moving down your body, pushing under your pants….

“Ah, here it is,” he said, breaking you out of your lewd thoughts. He passed the folded warrant to you, and you thanked him, face now completely on fire. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, as if he knew exactly where your mind had been. “Would you like to get a nightcap with me tonight, Detective? Get to know each other a little better?”

Your breath hitched. “I-I’d like that very much,” you replied, smiling at him. “I’m off at 8 tonight. Is that alright?”

Rafael nodded. “Of course. Meet me at Forlini’s after you’re off.”

You turned to leave, warrant in hand, then you remembered that your new business cards had come in, with your personal cell phone number on it. Taking one from your pocket, you handed it to Rafael. “Here’s my number…if I’m late, feel free to text. I’m the new kid, so don’t be surprised it I get stuck with OT,” you laughed, and he smirked, tucking the card into his pocket.

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You made it to Forlini’s shortly after you got off; no OT, not tonight. Rafael was already sitting at the bar, a glass of amber liquid in front of him. His suit jacket was off, hanging over the back of his chair. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms, and you had a moment to stare before he turned and saw you heading over towards him.

“Detective,” Rafael greeted, nodding towards you, a grin on his face. “What are you drinking?”

“Ah, vodka cranberry. I’m on call tonight, so only one drink for me,” you smiled back at him. You could hold your liquor well enough that one drink wouldn’t kill you. But that was it; you didn’t want to mess anything up, especially this early in your new career as detective. You worked too hard to get here.

Rafael nodded in acknowledgement. “Fair enough.” He waved down the bartender, ordering your drink onto his tab.

“Thank you,” you said, to both the bartender and Rafael as you were handed your drink. You both sat in silence, sipping your drinks, eyeing each other. Rafael was, well, attractive. You had heard about him, of course; when Olivia had sent you to get a warrant earlier that evening, everyone in the department had a warning for you about his sass, his sarcasm. But he seemed nice enough, and those eyes…those forearms…those fingers….

“What made you decide to go for SVU?” he asked, bringing your attention back to him.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve always wanted to help people. And so many of my friends were…assaulted when I was younger, back before we knew what the word meant. I’ve seen firsthand what it can do…what it does to people. And if I can help even one person reclaim their life, then it’s all worth it.” You didn’t mean to go so in depth, but once you started talking, you realized you couldn’t stop. And something about Rafael seemed…comforting. Like you wanted to tell him your whole life story. Maybe that’s why his conviction record was so high.

He nodded along with you, his eyes boring into you, watching you intently. “That’s a noble cause. You do realize that there’s a lot of grey areas in this job, though, right? And that the justice system doesn’t always win out?” He said it matter-of-factly, his voice unwavering. But there was a slight sadness underneath, tinting his eyes as he said it.

“I-I know…. We won’t always get our guy. We won’t always win. But the fight is worth it, if only to validate the victims, to put the behavior in the spotlight, to make it easier for the next victim,” you sighed, “because there will always be another victim.”

Rafael noticed how your voice had changed and decided to go for a lighter topic. “So, who’s your partner?”

“Uh, Fin, so he can keep an eye on me. And also Carisi—he tells me it’s because it’s getting colder and Fin doesn’t want to leave the warmth of the precinct,” you answered, smiling slightly.

“Stuck with Fordham, huh? I don’t know how you’re going to stay sane with him. He’s started shadowing me, and I already have a headache just thinking about it.”

You laughed, and Rafael chuckled. “Come on, he’s not that bad. A little excitable…. That’s cool that he’s shadowing you, though. Getting some hands-on experience.”

“Yeah, cool for him. Though, I have to admit, he has some…decent points every now and again,” Rafael conceded. Then, he gave you a sharp look, “you are to never tell him that I said that.”

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Conversation flowed easily between you two, and you ended up staying much later than you thought at Forlini’s, simply chatting with the counselor. You switched to water after your one drink, making sure you had a clear mind in case you were called in. But by 11pm, you still hadn’t received a call, and you were getting tired.

“I think I should head home…I got work in the morning,” you said reluctantly. You didn’t want to leave; you were having a lot of fun with Rafael. You had no idea why the other detectives had warned you about him.

“I’ll walk you out,” Rafael replied, finishing his drink and waving the bartender down. You waited while he paid, thanking him again for your drink. And then he was leading you out of the bar, his hand on your lower back, sending electricity through you.

“Thank you for tonight, Rafael; I had a lot of fun talking with you,” you smiled at him.

He grinned back at you, waving down a cab for you. “I had a good time, too. I’m excited to work with you.” A cab pulled up, and he opened the door for you. You brushed past him, and he grabbed your elbow, turning you back to him. His lips were suddenly on yours, the kiss gentle, innocent. You froze for a moment before you kissed him back, savoring the taste, the feel of him against you. Pulling back, you both looked at each other, panting slightly. It took your brain a moment to catch up to what just happened, and now that it did, you panicked, mumbling a goodnight, and climbing into the taxi, leaving Rafael standing on the sidewalk.

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He wasn’t sure what had come over him, what had possessed him to kiss you in front of Forlini’s. This was…different than what he had with Olivia. With Liv, it was all stress that was shoved down, down until it burst out of both of them. There were no feelings when it came to sleeping with Liv, just primal urges, actions. But sitting in Forlini’s, talking to you, Rafael felt….

That was just the problem, wasn’t it? Rafael felt, something that hasn’t happened in so long, he almost forgot what it meant to feel, what it…felt like. And you had returned the kiss! But then, before he could even attempt a next step—whether it was an apology or inviting himself over to your place, even he wasn’t sure—your eyes had gone wide with surprise, and you had fled. And now, Rafael was at a loss for what to do. He had your number; should he call you? Text? Should he apologize? Or should he lay on the charm, try and slip into your pants, your bed? And what the fuck was he going to tell Liv? Sorry, we can’t sleep together anymore cause I’m fucking your new detective? But that wasn’t even true yet! Sighing, he went back into Forlini’s, ordering another drink.

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Thankfully, one of these situations had fixed themselves…though, it still fucking hurt. Olivia had come into Rafael’s office late one night, a few days after the incident at Forlini’s, closing and locking the door—the tell-tale sign that they were going to discuss some…personal matters.

“We can’t do this anymore, Rafa,” Liv had murmured, her voice soft. Even in his secluded office, the walls had ears. And while she was being vague on purpose, Rafael understood immediately.

“What’s changed?” he asked idly. He wasn’t…mad, but he was a little surprised, and hurt. He had enjoyed having a warm body in his bed, rather than his hand.

“I’ve…” Olivia dropped her voice lower, and Rafael had to strain her ears to hear her. “I’ve started seeing someone.” Rafael nodded, keeping his face neutral. He was happy for his friend; she deserved someone who loved her, cared for her. But he couldn’t stop the jealousy that cropped up. Not so much at her, but at the fact that she had found someone.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Rafael smirked, going back to the motion he was currently filling out. He thought back to the kiss with you, and his heart constricted.

“Are we okay?” Liv asked, her voice low.

Rafael glanced up at her, his eyes softening. “Of course, we are. I’ll always care about you, Liv. And I’m happy you found someone.”

Olivia nodded once, her hand rubbing Rafael’s shoulder lovingly, before she left his office. Sighing, he pulled out his phone, your card, and typed in your number.

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You didn’t know why you answered your phone when an unknown number called, nor why you gave him your address when you learned it was Rafael. You weren’t entirely sure why you let him into your apartment when he showed up 20 minutes later, nor why you opened the bottle of spice rum when he asked if you had alcohol. But the most confounding thing to you was when he kissed you again, you didn’t stop him. In fact, you escalated it, pulling his shirt off.

Groaning as you woke up, you froze as you felt strong arms around your naked body, a warm chest against your back, a heavy breath tickling your neck. Oh fuck, you didn’t…no way. But the soreness between your legs, your naked body against his, and your memories of the night prior were slowly coming back to you, and you grimaced. You were not the type of person to sleep with someone you had just met, drunk or not. It didn’t matter that you found him attractive, or that from what you remembered, the sex was phenomenal. This wasn’t you, so what happened?

“Morning,” Rafael’s voice was still thick with sleep, husky in your ear. His lips brushed over your shoulder, his arms tugging you tighter against him.

“Uh, morning Rafael,” you replied softly. But he heard the hesitance in your voice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his breath warm on your skin.

You sighed, rolling over to look at him. “This…I don’t know how to say this…” you trailed off, and he furrowed his brow. “I’m…I don’t just…sleep around with people….”

Realization swept over his face. “Oh. I’m…I’m sorry. You seemed…you seemed okay with it last night. And I used a condom—”

“No, I’m not blaming you, I promise.” You sighed, looking away. The sadness, the regret on his face was too much for you to bare. “I mean…I like you, Rafael, but I don’t know you.”

In the softest voice, he said, “this is…this is all I know. I’m so sorry.” He rolled over, pulling away from you. He got out of bed, moving around your room, grabbing his clothes, and pulling on articles of clothing as he went.

You watched in silence, your heart breaking. What did that mean? “I’d like to, though…know you, that is.” Rafael turned to look at you, his brow furrowed once more. “But let’s take it slow, go out on a date or two, learn about each other.”

“A date?”

You smiled softly at him. “You have been on a date, right?” you joked.

“…not in many, many years.”

Your smile faded and your heart strained for the man—that kiss at Forlini’s and last night made so much more sense now. You wondered when the last time he felt genuine love was…and how badly it must’ve ended for him to be this broken over it.

“Then I’ll remind you. We’ll go slow, take baby steps…that is, if you want,” you said.

Rafael nodded, his head barely moving, and he blinked away the tears that threatened to form. “I’d like that. You’ll…you’ll have to be patient with me,” he warned.

“Lucky for you, I have all the patience of a detective,” you grinned, and his lips twitched upwards. “Let’s start with lunch. Today work for you?”

He nodded once more, then left your room to let you dress. This could work; you’d teach the counselor about love again, let the walls around his heart down, let him feel again. Rafael was, of course, afraid of being hurt again; he felt like his heart still wasn’t fully put back together. But after this many years, he alone obviously wasn’t enough for the job. Maybe he needed someone else to help. And he trusted you, more than he thought he could after everything he’s gone through throughout his life, especially since you had just met. Sure, he was terrified about all of this. But for you…for you, he was willing to try.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #the slightest bit of barson #but not a focus and it ends p quickly #Anonymous

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tragedy-for-sale · 5 years ago

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Beach Days:

Watching The Coconut

Poor Rex just keeps getting the short stick, when Anakin gets drunk, the stick is gone.

@suja-janee this isn't based off your drawings directly, but idk if you wanted to read about poor Rex having to stay with a drunk Anakin??

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"Rex! Rex get up! Get me outta here!" Anakin begged while he poked Rex, who hadn't budged. Obi-Wan was leaning against the tree, sipping his drink and watching them. Ahsoka had sat next to Obi-Wan and had started to bury his feet. "You guys are evil, dragging me to the worst vacation of my life." Anakin cried, continuing to poke Rex's face.

"You're crushing my guts" Rex grunted, he'd finally gathered enough strength to speak. Obi-Wan took a silent relief knowing Rex was still kicking. Ahsoka now had Obi-Wan buried to his calves. "Get off!" Rex screamed in annoyance, giving Anakin a shove.

Anakin shreeked, "No! NoOooo!" He cried as he fell in the sand. Rex sat up and gasped for air, poking his stomach, trying to decide if it'd bruise or not. He then got up and started walking towards the condo but was stopped. Anakin reached up and pulled Rex's arm, "Take me with you! Please!!" Anakin begged, "I'll give you credits!"

Rex's eye twitched before he nodded, he then let out another groan as Anakin jumped in his arms bridal style. "Bye losers! Rexy is taking me away from your cursed sand!" Anakin screamed.

"I will drop you." Rex gritted through his teeth, "Call me 'Rexy' again and you'll find sand all over your quarters" he threatened as he bugun to slowly trudge to the beach condo. Anakin shut up and just let Rex rescue him.

Rex grunted as he felt the pain growing in his stomach. Oh, he just wanted to lay down, he didn't want Anakin there too. He continued to grumble to himself as he walked to the beach house, when he reached the deck he dropped Anakin and stepped inside.

"OW! That hurt!" Anakin exclaimed as he stood up, closing the door as he got inside. "Ugh, my butt hurts now, why'd you drop me?" Anakin asked as he rubbed his back.

Rex had grabbed a glass for some water, rolling his eyes as Anakin spoke, "Sir, you fell on me," Rex stated, "You were a lot higher from the sand then you were from the deck. And I caught you." Rex mumbled as he took a drink of his water. Anakin was digging through the fridge.

"Huh, alright you win" Anakin shrugged as he grabbed a cake labeled 'Don't touch Anakin!' Naturally, he had to had to eat it, "Look, a gift" he smiled, taking the cover off and grabbing a knife. "Wanna slice?"

"Don't think about it Skywalker." A stern voice said, coming down from the stairs, Anakin and Rex saw General Windu and Ponds. "Put it back,"

"Whoa, were you guys just... Lurking?" Anakin asked, "Kinda freaky, what were you two doing?" Anakin continued, turning back to the cake, but Rex slammed the cover on.

"Ponds and I are heading to the beach," Mace explained as they walked towards the door, "Captain, if the cake is gone, you'll be trapped with Skywalker a lot longer" he threatened before opening the door for Ponds, then following.

"Wow, what a grump." Anakin mumbled as he saw Rex holding the cake, "Did ya want a slice? I got the knifeeeee" he said, stabbing the air. Rex shook his head, putting the cake back in the fridge. Wait- Why was it in the fridge?

"No sir, I'm not spending anymore time with you than I have to." Rex said as he started to head towards the stairs, "I'm going to take a shower, then sleep, if you eat that cake, I will hurt you." He hissed, glaring at Anakin. Anakin stepped away from the fridge, putting his hands up.

"Fine! I'll just break into everyone's room and snoop" Anakin whispered as Rex disappeared upstairs. Anakin then proceeded to go to Obi-Wan's room, there was nothing in there yet. He walked into Aayla's room and saw a silk robe, Bly had his helmet in his bed. Mace's bed had books on it, Ponds had a DS, Plo Koon's room had four different suitcases in it, and Shaak Ti had a bunch of gift bags for the boys.

Anakin got bored and went to the beverage fridge, grabbing several bottles of alcohol. He cradled one while drinking from the other. "No kids here, no sir" he talked to himself as he trudged up the stairs. He then stopped, "Wait- Rex is a kid..... Ah it's fineee" he opened Rex's door and plopped down on the bed. When Anakin finished the first bottle, he tucked it in before starting on the second.

Rex stepped out of his bathroom, excited to sleep, but upon seeing Anakin, he let out a scream. "General! What are you doing- are you drunk?!" Rex asked, grabbing the bottle from Anakin's hand.

"Hey! Give that back!" Anakin tried to grab it from the Captain, who shook his head, putting it on the nightstand and sitting down. "Rex, please, I miss Padme, and that bottle was my only friend"

"That bottle wasn't your friend," Rex rolled his eyes as he got under the covers, "Can I sleep, sir? Can you let me sleep?" His exhaustion snuck through.

"Sure, come here," Anakin mumbled, pulling Rex into a hug, who instantly started fighting him, but Anakin's hug was too tight, "There, there, Rex- shhhhhhhhh, it's sleep time" Anakin whispered as he pet Rex's hair

Rex squirmed and tried to break free, "Sir! I didn't mean with-" he was then shushed. Rex let out a groan as he just accepted his fate, "I'm not gonna fall asleep, not like this."

Anakin shook his head, "It's okay, I'm h-here" Anakin hiccuped, "Hush little baby don't you cry. Mama's gonna win a war for you" he sung, patting Rex's back.

Rex let out a loud agonizing groan, he just wanted to sleep, "Anakin please, can you go away?" Rex cried, he was so tired, his body ached and his eyes hurt and he couldn't deal with Anakin. "Please?" He cried.

But Anakin just continued to sing that stupid song and treat Rex like a child. At least he'd pay in the morning with a headache. So Rex just gave up, Anakin wasn't too far from comfortable, so he just accepted it and went to sleep.

Later that night, Cody was walking with Obi-Wan, said goodnight, then stepped into his and Rex's room, only to be put in a moment of shock by seeing the two wrapped in each other's arms. Cody closed the door, "That little liar" he mumbled before going to Obi-Wan's door,

"Uh, General?"

#cody thinks they're a thing now #Rex is even more angry in the morning #anakin doesn't remember any of it #clones #captain rex #clone wars #star wars #tcw #commander cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi

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leviachanmybeloved · 4 years ago

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Sick|| Luffy x teen!sister!reader

Aight so I forgot to mention in my last one that this is NOT pedophilia. It’s just some things I tend to come up with. This has some ASL in it aswell. It’s a collage AU. I hope you all enjoy!

(You’re 13-15 years old)

You were in Chopper’s room. Why? Well you got food poisoning and a fever at the same time. Don’t ask me how. I don’t know either. You groaned as your older brother yelled in the other room. “YAHOO!!!!!! THAT”S RIGHT USOPP I WIN!!!!!!!!” He exclaims. You were trying to sleep, but there were a few certain people that wouldn’t allow it. Luffy and Usopp were playing video games. Sanji was simping over Nami and Robin. Ace was cheering Luffy on. Sabo was yelling at the others to keep it down along with Chopper. So sleep..? Nope. You’ve never heard of it. You groaned as Sanji screamed Nami and Robin’s name. “NAMI-SWAAAAN~ ROBIN-CHWAAAAN~!!!!!!!!!!!!!” ‘My god does that man ever shut up?!’ You thought. “OI GUYS BE QUIET (Y/N) IS TRYING TO SLEEP!!” Sabo yelled. “Alright you know what?” You muttered angrily. You wrapped the blanket around you and you walked out with bed hair and all. “Guys.” You said menacingly. But, of course they didn’t hear you. Why? They were to busy playing videogames and yelling. You growled as Ace yelled. “YEAH LUFFY BEAT USOPP’S ASS!!!!!!” “GUYS!” You screamed. Everyone stopped and looked at you. Sanji gasped. “(Y/n)-chwaan~!!” He exclaimed happily. You glared at him and he backed off. You sighed as your already horrid migraine, worsened. “(Y/n)!!!” Luffy exclaimed happily. He jumped off of the sofa to go and hug you, but you pointed a finger up as if to say ‘wait.’ So, Luffy stopped in his tracks and waited. You sighed to contain your anger. “I’m trying to sleep. Can you all please quiet down. My headache is bad enough. Please guys. You can still play, but I’m really tired and my body is practically dead.” You begged. After they all hummed in agreement you smiled lightly. “Thanks guys, goodnight everyone.” “Goodnight lil’ sis.” Ace said, ruffling your hair. You playfully pouted. Luffy smiled at you and hugged you. “Night meatball.” He said, kissing your forehead. Sabo patted your head. “Night muffin.” You then left back into Chopper’s room and lied down again. After a few moments, you were knocked out.

[TimeSkip] Did they keep their promise? Yeah......for the first hour or so. You only got like 1 hour of sleep. That’s it. Their yelling woke you up and gave you a massive headache. You gagged. You sat up and quickly went over to the trashcan. After gagging another time, you vomited in the can. You fell to your knees and clutched your stomach. It was in immense pain. So much so that sobs began to envelop your body. This made your head hurt even more. “Lu-Luffy...” You whimpered. You tried to get up but the pain wouldn’t allow you to. You never really had gotten this type of pain before. It was so intense. You then tried to think of the problem, but you couldn’t due to the headache making your brain go mush. “A-Ace...? S-Sabo...? A-anyone....please....” It was as if the gods heard your plea. Chopper walked in. “(Y/n)!!!” He exclaimed. He rushed to your side and checked you up. Not even a few moments later Luffy, Ace, Sabo and the others were outside the room door. “What happened?!” Ace, Sabo and Luffy asked at the same time. Chopper sighed in relief. “It’s just the fever acting up.” He pauses to look at you. “How bad was the pain? 1-10? 10 being the worst and 1 being no pain whatsoever.” “10.” You mumbled. “It must’ve been the stress. You aren’t well and stressing just makes it worse.” He stated. You rested your head on the pillow and hiccupped. You wiped the tears and turned your back to the others. You curled up into a ball and told them to go. “No.” Luffy said. You groaned inwardly. “Luffy please. I don’t feel well.” “Then that gives me another reason to stay here.” The tears were still pouring from your eyes. “Lu, please.” You begged. He sat down on the bed next to you. “No. You’re in pain. I’m not leaving my baby sister alone when she’s hurt.” He said as he hugged you. He picked you up and pulled you closer to him so you could cuddle. He protectively wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead repeatedly. By this time the only ones still in the room were you, Luffy, Ace and Sabo. Everyone else left to give the four of you some privacy. “Hey, Luffy she’s our little sister too.” Ace said, sitting next to the black-haired male. Sabo sat next to Ace and Luffy reluctantly placed you in between him and Ace. “Oi I wanna be next to her too!” Sabo exclaimed quietly. “Fine.” Ace muttered. He moved you closer to Sabo. “Guys please stop.” You muttered. Luffy lied down on top of you and cuddled you. Ace and Sabo hugged the both of you. After a while the pain subsided and you fell asleep, along with your older brothers. After a while of it being oh so quiet in the dorm room, Nami and Robin decided to go check it out. They opened the door and nearly screamed at how cute it was. They took photos of you all. But after a few moments, Robin suggested that they made their leave, due to Luffy shifting in his sleep. They closed the door and told the others to stay quiet and showed them the photo. It was nice to know that they were all going to be there when you needed it.

#straw hat luffy #asl #fire fist ace #sabo #monkey d. luffy #tony tony chopper #usopponepiece #usopp #nico robin #nami #straw hat pirates

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darknessisafriend · 5 years ago

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The world will be ours Sequel Part 1

It’s finally here! the long awaited sequel to this wonderful Commodus x Reader fic and I hope you will enjoy it ! It will be in 2 parts :)

This fic can be read independently, and if you are interest in reading the previous fic part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

This fic follows the life of Commodus with you, you had two beautiful, children, he is finally happy and loved but then something terrible happens...

6 years later

It had been 6 years since the fight in the arena and your first pregnancy. And since then you had given birth to another child, a boy named Valens who was three years old now. And everything was going well; the Empire was in peace and full of wealth, the Emperor was finally getting along with the Senate. And Commodus was being an amazing father; you had never seen him smile so much.

You spent a lot of time taking care of your kids now, and you were glad Commodus had accepted to partly rely on the Senate, it was one less worry for you. And taking care of your children was as exhausting as dealing with the Senate, maybe even more. You were in charge of teaching and feeding them, you could have asked childminders to take care of them for these tasks but it was important to you to spend time with them, they already didn´t see their father so much, they needed to know family was important and that they were loved. Commodus agreed more than anything with it, he had suffered too much from the absence of his father and did his best to be there for them. Thankfully, Lucilla often helped you, after all she had raised Lucius, she knew how to deal with children.

However, there was one thing Commodus had still trouble with; to have someone else pick your attention, he was so used that you had only eyes for him and now his own flesh and blood was stealing you from him! So, he always did or said silly things to make you take care of him, you often pretended to be annoyed but you actually found it very cute, just like today.

“Y/N I´m in urgent need of your care!” he said urgently as he arrived in the room where you were watching over the kids with Lucilla. You turned to him with a worried frown.

“What is it?” you asked with concern. Quickly, you got up and came to rest your palm on his forehead to check for fever, you realized he was holding his left hand against his torso.

“I cut myself.” he said as he showed you his index, it was a small cut, barely bleeding, you sighed, hiding a smile.

“Love, it´s a paper cut...” you stated, arching an eyebrow, it was almost impressive at how many ideas he could find to have you take care of him.

“But it terribly hurts.” he pouted looking to the side, was he sulking!? A chuckle escaped your lips, he had a really cute pouting face.

“Lucilla, can you watch over Valens? I need to take care of our severely injured warrior.” you asked her with a grin; she laughed at your comment, her brother had always had a childish personality.

You guided your husband to the bedroom, and made him sit on the bed as you went to take a bowl of water and a clean piece of cloth, you sat close to him, your thigh against his, you gently took his hand to clean the small cut; he hissed at the contact of the clothe against it.

“Don´t be a baby, you´ve been through worse.” you laughed at how childish he behaved. When you had finished, you brought his hand to your lips, gently kissing his injured finger, he exhaled in satisfaction.

“Y/N, I suddenly have a headache, it must be the fatigue, maybe a kiss would make me feel better?” he began with a hint of hope in his tone. You retained a laugh and played along, kissing his forehead, his hand came to caress your lower back, and you suddenly wished you had time for more.

“Does your lips hurt too Commodus?” you flirted; his eyes traveled down to your lips.

“Very much...” he breathed with desire; you grinned as you placed your lips on his in a loving kiss, you giggled as he pushed you down on the mattress, you buried your fingers in his hair. How right it felt to be in his arms, the kiss went deeper and his hands started to travel down your body.

“We should get back...” you said between kisses; you missed the time where you both spent hours in each other's arms but now you had a happy and loving family to take care of; something Commodus had always wanted. Your husband sighed, caressing your cheek.

“You’re probably right; as always.” he whispered, his eyes full of tenderness, he gave you another kiss before helping you back up.

The both of you headed back to where you had left your children with Lucilla. As you arrived, you noticed Lucius was there too. He had grown into a fine young man; he was 18 years old now and he was a great uncle to Julia, he was very often seeking her company and wanted to teach her all the things he knew. Right now, your daughter was playing fighting with him, she had her own small wooden sword and Lucius still used the one he used to when he was younger, he wouldn’t want to hurt her by accident. You chuckled at the ferocity of Julia despite her young age.

“She really has your Gallic blood.” complimented Commodus has he watched her fight, he was smiling proudly, she was going to get even better as she grows up

“But she has your combativeness” you replied as she ferociously groaned against her uncle.

“I want to be Commodus the Invincible now!” she insisted grumpily.

“But you need to be tall and strong for that, little Julia” he teased her, she stuck out her tongue to him.

“That’s not true!” she argued, her patience getting thin.

“Lucius...” warned Lucilla, Julia was also quick to extreme emotions just like her father and her young age only increased the probabilities of a tantrum. Your nephew sighted in defeat and accepted that Julia played her father’s role.

“You can’t kill me, I am invincible like Hercules!” she claimed loudly, brandishing her little wooden sword in the air; as they fought Lucius pretended to be in difficulty and let her win. You turned your head to look at your husband, you noticed the look on his face, his eyes were wet, he swallowed down truly moved by how he was viewed by his own family, he never thought he’d be loved so much. You smiled softened, this was the true Commodus that had buried himself deep into a cruel being under the rejection of his father; and since Julia was born, he was himself again, a caring and sensitive man.

He wished he could spend all his time with his family, you had been right about how he should rely on the Senate as a support, now he had more time to dedicate to his family, it was better than what he had before.

“I will see you tonight.” he said, quickly kissing your cheek before leaving to his duties.

And now, you missed his presence; the whole day seemed endless and you couldn’t wait to be in his arms once again. Thankfully, he was able to join you for dinner, and the kids behaved better when he was there, partly because no one wanted to see an angry Commodus and also, they had missed him so much that they were happy of his presence.

“Alright Julia. It’s time for you and your brother to go to bed.” you said, getting up and taking Valens in your arms.

“I’m not tired!” replied the little girl, she was a bit too excited for this time of the day.

“Julia you will obey to your mother. You have to sleep, it’s good for the mind.” Commanded Commodus, he got up and took her in his arms while you kept Valens in yours. The both of you headed to the bedroom they shared. They also shared the same bed for now, and they loved it. After changing them in their nightclothes and tucking them under the covers, you kissed them goodnight on the forehead, their father did the same; but your children weren’t ready to let go of their parents just yet.

“Father, can you tell me your story again?” asked Julia, her eyes shining with hope. Your lover chuckled, he couldn’t resist to her beautiful pleading eyes; so, he sat down on the mattress, and you on the other side of the bed, softly caressing Valens dark hair.

“Alright. This is the story of a beautiful princess named Y/N and a tormented Emperor, me...” he started, your children no matter how many times they had heard this story, were still completely hooked by it.

It was Commodus who came up this story, he had surprised you when he told it for the first and it had brought tears to your eyes and still today it moved you. You watched as your younger child fell asleep; as for Julia, her eyes were starting to feel heavy, she was struggling to stay awake until the end of the story.

“And that’s how the princess, your mother saved me, became Empress of the Roman Empire and got two beautiful children.” finished your lover with a smile turning his head to tenderly look at you in the eyes, before bending to kiss his daughter’s forehead. You got up to let them sleep, closely followed by your husband who suddenly caught you by the waist.

“And now it´s the turn of mama to go to bed!” he purred against your ear, his hands still around your waist, he started to place kisses on your neck.

“Honey the kids are here!” you giggled, the both of you laughing, you hurried to your bedroom.

You pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him, his hands slide under your stola, caressing your thighs.

“Finally alone...” he purred against your lips, you smirked, licking his lips.

“I need you so much...” your breathed between kisses, your tongue caressing his. Since his little act this morning, you wanted him to take you. You took off your stola, his hand guiding the clothing down your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” he said as he looked at your naked body, since you had given birth, your body had become more luscious and it turned out Commodus was loving it. He straightened up and hungrily captured your breast in his mouth, you bit your lip as he sucked in your nipple. You buried your fingers in his hair as his mouth trailed kisses up until he reached your lips.

You felt him hard against your spot and it made you even more impatient to have him inside of you; your hand wandered down his neck and down his torso, you wanted to feel his naked skin against yours but his toga was in the way.

“By the gods, take that off.” you muttered with a bit a frustration which made your husband laugh. So, he toppled you over on the mattress, still between your legs, you watched him take off his clothes, his wounds had healed well and now his body bared two beautiful scars, Commodus’s body remained perfect to you and you reminded him as much as you could.

His eyes were dark with desire as he came back on top of you, hungrily capturing your mouth and in one slow thrust he entered you, making you gasp in pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him even closer to you, he moaned against your lips; you grabbed his shoulders as he started to move, your mouth traveled to his jaw and then his neck, earning a needy groan from him.

“Feel so good...you’re so good...” you whispered against his skin, your tongue went to caress the scar on his neck, he moaned at the contact on his sensitive patch of skin; but soon you found it difficult to take care of him as he increased the pace, you felt waves of pleasure washing over your body until you reached climax, Commodus quickly joined you a few seconds afterwards.

“I love you, I love you so much Y/N...” he panted resting his forehead against yours, you smiled at his tender words, caressing his cheek before kissing his lips.

“I love you too Commodus, always.” you replied looking at him the eyes, a big happy grin appeared on his face, after all this time, he was still surprised to have someone caring for him. Then, he lied down on his back, so that you could snuggle against him, you placed a kiss on his torso before resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, lulled by his calm breathing.

But in the middle of the night, as you both peacefully slept, you were awaken by the sounds of crying, it only took you a few seconds to realize it was Valens; he probably had a nightmare, you sighed trying to gather energy to get up and go to your child but before you could your husband stopped you.

“I´ll take care of this.” he yawned, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and covering his naked body with the strict minimum. He knew how tired you were, especially with Valens who was having a lot of trouble to sleep and was often waking you up, more than Julia ever had. You were glad that Commodus sleep wasn´t as heavy as before and that he took the initiative to go sooth his child.

Barely a few seconds after he left, he was already back, carrying your son in his arms, you slitghly frowned in confusion.

“I know how nightmares can be scary, baby.” he was whispering to Valens, caressing his back in comfort, your lover saw that you were still awake.

“He didn´t want me to leave his side” he explained, laying down Valens next to you, before putting himself under the covers. Your son snuggled against your naked chest as you started to hum a lullaby to put him to sleep, you passed an arm around his small body, your hand stroking your husband´s forearm. You noticed how it also made Commodus fall back asleep, you smiled soften by how he was still the same even after the terrible ordeals he went through.

Now that Lucius was grown man, he spent a lot of time with his uncle; he needed to learn how to rule the Empire while waiting for Julia and Valens to be old enough. Some would have thought Lucius would feel bitter about this and would want to take power for himself but since the events of the arena, his ambitions weren´t the same anymore. He had confessed it to you one day; because he had seen the terrible effects it had on his dear uncle, he didn´t want to suffer like him.

“Uncle, Y/N. When I´ll give back the powers to my nephews, I would like to travel and explore the world. Would you grant me this?” he asked hopeful, he had always been a very curious boy, you smiled with complicity at your husband.

“You know we will support you” you answered him with a kind smile.

“Once, I had told your mother you would make a great Legatus one day. And I didn´t change my mind. I know you would be perfect represent Rome in our provinces like Gallia or maybe even Provincia Ludaea if you have enough strength to maintain our influence over the Jews and Samaritans.” explained your husband watching his nephew excitement rise up.

“Thank you, uncle! I won´t disappoint you.” he replied eagerly, trying to hide his smile.

“I know you won´t. Come here” said your husband standing up and hugging him tightly.

“Uncle Lucius, we´re waiting for you!” interrupted Julia, Valens and Lucilla were also by her side.

“To do what?” you asked curious at the sudden impatient tone of Julia.

“S´prise!” blurted out Valens, which earned a smile from his father, every time his son tried to speak, he melted

“For who?” he asked amused.

“Mama and papa” replied Valens on a secretive tone, which made you chuckle.

“Come on kiddos, let´s leave before they make us talk.” joked Lucius, faking looking at the both of you with suspicion. Your husband laughed at their behavior.

“Don´t worry I´m looking after them” reassured you Lucilla.

“Oh, because your part of the confidence too?” you asked falsely offended, you were excited to see what they were going to do.

“What do they have planned for us...” wondered Commodus out loud as he watched his little family leave; now it was just you and him, and he felt like taking a break.

“What would you say to sharing a warm bath with me, dear wife?” he offered, taking your hand and placing kisses on each of your knuckles. Your other hand lifted to gently caress his face, he leaned into your touch.

“It will do us good.” you replied in a whisper, planting a kiss on his forehead.

A few minutes later, the bath was ready; the room was full of steam, the both of you stripped down and entered the warm water. You sighed happily as you felt your muscles relax. You felt Commodus gaze on you, he was looking at you with so much adoration, even after all these years spent together; sometimes it was even hard for you to understand why he felt this way about you.

“Hey, relax love. I’ll wash your hair for you” he said coming to stand behind you, his hands wandered on your shoulders, his lips leaving kisses along your shoulder.

“Hmmm feels nice...” you hummed closing your eyes to enjoy it even more.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, you felt him smile against your skin, he placed one last kiss behind your ear before starting to damp your hair, his hands were gentle like a caress as he massaged your scalp.

“You know, I still can’t believe it.” he spoke after a bit.

“Believe what?”

“All of this, the people and the Senate happy with my reign; our family...” he laughed in disbelief “I have so much love for you, I never thought I could feel like this about anyone and I have beautiful and loving children too... “

“And now, look at you, you’ve become such an indulgent father, your children have to say one word and you go all soft” you teased him making him laugh.

“They know it and they’re taking advantage of it!” he chuckled rinsing your hair; and when he finished, you turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

“You’re a good father and husband. Marcus Aurelius would have begged you on his knees to forgive him.” you assured him; he released a big dimpled grin; he had proven himself to the entire world and the gods had rewarded him in the best way.

“Now your turn!” you said taking the soap to wash him.

You stayed by Commodus side for the rest of the day, offering your advice to him just like old days. And it enabled you to spend your whole day by his side. Sometimes, you took a walk with him in the palace before returning to work, you would find your kids with Lucilla and Lucius, they went silent when they noticed you, it seems they were rehearsing their surprise and did everything to keep it secret, it was so cute.

“I believe that the Empire should continue to trade with them, they didn’t show any threat, merely the wish to trade peacefully. I don’t understand why Legatus Arsenius wants a confrontation.” sighed Commodus, frustrated by this problem.

“I think he doesn’t make the difference between a partnership between two higher powers and invading threats. Rome must continue to trade with this kingdom. In exchange for their silk, we continue to provide them with our glassware.” you explained, he listened closely to what you said.

“It’s settled then. And if he continues to annoy me with this, we’ll send another Legatus.” he sighed, passing a hand on his tired eyes.

You and your husband turned your head as you saw you children accompanied by Lucius enter the study.

“Y/N, uncle.” he saluted, he gave a gentle push to your daughter “Go on.” he encouraged her; she took a step forward.

“Mama and daddy. We invite you after dinner to come and see our show.” she explained with a shy smile.

“It’s-it’s the s’rprise!” added Valens with excitement, making the both of you laugh.

“Alright, we can’t wait see what it is!” you spoke with a big grin, genuinely curious. Commodus chuckled, he was eager to be over with all his tasks for the day, so he could fully enjoy his time with his family.

It was finally time for the surprise, you had never seen you children so excited. They led you to the library, a small stage had been installed.

“We even have a scenery! Thanks to aunt Lucilla.” explained your daughter with excitement. You thanked your friend, briefly touching her arm, she smiled at you with affection and sat in a chair to watch the show. You and Commodus went to the couch, he passed his arm around you, so that you could snuggle against him. A slave brought you wine to drink during the show.

“They truly thought about everything.” spoke out loud the Emperor with a pleased smile as he sipped from his cup.

Lucius appeared with his nephews. He was dressed in all white and gold wearing his sword at his hip. Julia wore her prettiest dress; she was truly beautiful; as for Valens he had darker clothes and had a small wooden sword.

“Welcome to the Emperor and his divine wife. Mother we are very pleased to have you too.” Started Lucius with a proud smile “Tonight we will tell you a tragic, yet epic and romantic story. Your story, to honor your sacrifices for Rome and our family.” presented your nephew, your heart was beating faster than usual, for some reason you were anxious to see how they would tell your story. You were pushed out of your thoughts by Julia who came to stand in front of her father.

“Papa, can I borrow your crown please?” she asked suddenly shy, your husband seemed surprised but complied, telling her to be careful with it; then she brought it to Lucius, who put it on his head.

Their show started, it was actually really cute and even funny, their dialogues had some misspellings, especially for Valens but that’s what gave it all its charm. Lucius was really good at portraying your lover, after all he had seen it all with his own eyes. It was rather amusing to see your little child fight the young man; until the story took over and reminded you of that day, you didn’t expect to be so sensitive about it after all these years. And it seems you weren’t the only one.

“Father please! Why won’t you love me?!” begged Lucius as Commodus in front of a statue representing the former emperor. You turned your head to look at your lover, he was already on the verge of tears, his jaw clenched, you felt your chest tighten at this view, will he ever overcome the shock he felt that day? Your husband calmed down a bit for the following scenes, they were more action driven. But then, the last part of their show started and you found yourself emotional as you watched the scene.

“Commodus! Don’t die please, Rome needs you; I need you!” pleaded Julia over Lucius who was lied down on the stage; you pinched your lips together, flashes of the event coming back to your mind.

“I wish my family saw me, the way you see me...” you blinked away the tears coming to your eyes and looked up at your husband; tears were running down his cheeks, you rest your hand on his, your thumb stroking his skin, he turned his hand so that he could grab yours.

“They will! You are so brave! You are going to have a baby and-and a hero can’t die, we all love you!” added your daughter with fervor. Commodus never thought he’d be loved so much and he wished his childhood had been different, loved by his father, making little shows with Lucilla for him but no he was never satisfied or happy with him; no matter what he did, it was Maximus, always Maximus and now his children considered him a hero...an audible sob escaped his lips, you shifted in his embrace, cupping his face with worry.

“Love, all is good...you’re okay...” you whispered as discreetly as possible; you didn’t want to disturb the children. But it was too late, they had heard the sob of their father and had stopped playing, looking at him with worry.

“Why are you crying daddy?” asked Julia confused, Lucius put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. When he heard her voice, your husband tried to dry his tears with a trembling hand.

“I’m-I’m okay, very well actually, go on please...” he reassured them, he met your gaze, you realized it was tears of relief, he was so happy to be loved, you tenderly kissed his wet cheek before redirecting your attention to the show. And when it was finished, your children and Lucius saluted, Lucilla was the first one clapping, quickly followed by you and Commodus. Then, he got up and approached his family, he put his hand on his nephew’s cheek giving him a thankful smile; then he knelt in front of Valens and Julia and took them in his arms, holding them tightly.

“Thank you, thank you my two beautiful sunshines. It makes me very happy.” he told them kissing their faces, and the children smiled glad their dad liked their surprise. You smiled as you looked at them, it was all you ever wanted for Commodus. Still keeping his children in his arms, he turned his head towards you, silently inviting you to join them and you gladly did, under the moved smile of Lucilla and her son.

All of this was pretty much your everyday day life since Julia was born. The palace was full of joy and love, it was beautiful. You still remembered how it was before, the place, dark, gloomy, it had everything of a tragedy.

The next day

“Love, I’m going out with Lucilla and Lucius, I will bring Julia with me to buy her some dresses.” you informed your husband, sitting V alens on his desk next him so that he could watch over his son while you were gone, he didn’t mind actually, it soothed him and reminded him that there was something outside of his work. However, today he wasn’t in the best mood, it seemed a senator had deeply annoyed me.

“Which senator?” you asked him, putting your palla over your hair.

“Quincius that old man is unbearable.” answered Commodus frustrated, daubing with his quill on the paper and making a blotch which in return made his son giggle. Your lover stopped in his track, and looked at his son, arching an eyebrow at the reaction of the child, a grin appearing on his lips.

“Yeah Quincius is so annoying!” repeated your husband daubing again on the paper, earning another laugh from his son. Commodus chuckled at how entertained his child was, his son had instantly calmed him down without him noticing it. You leaned forward to kiss your husband’s lips.

“Have fun. I’ll miss you...” he said against your lips before giving you another kiss.

You left, the Sun was high and a nice breeze of air was cooling down the atmosphere. Two guards were discreetly following you in case something happened.

“Julia, hold my hand, a small girl like you could easily get lost.” you instructed your daughter with a smile. You looked around, the forum cuppedinis, the wealthiest market of the city was full of life, people buying food, merchants coming from faraway lands; going through this market always felt like traveling around the world to you.

“Mother, can I go to this shop? I’ll catch you later at the clothing shop.” asked Lucius hopefully to his mother as he looked at what seemed to be an armory.

“Alright, but don’t wander in taverns or any back alley, you never know who you might encounter.” she replied with a smile. You didn’t know how she could bare to let her son go alone in the city, it always worried you. It’s not that the people were hostile, it was quite the contrary, some of them even worshipped you to a point difficult to understand. You, Commodus and the Senate simply served the people and the Empire as it should be.

“We’re almost at the shop sweetie, do you have a favorite color for your tunic?” you asked your little girl, who seemed to think for a bit.

“Purple!” she bursted with excitement. You and Lucilla chuckled.

“I think it would suit you very well! And also...” started Lucilla before being cut off by someone yelling.

“It’s the Empress!” the person yelled with joy and at this many people turned around to look at you, a people started to approach you, they all had a friendly smile, but suddenly it was a lot of people, the two guards tried to surround you but they were outnumbered by the crowd.

“Thank you...” you spoke you took in your hands flowers an elderly woman gave you, you looked at Lucilla, you were starting to feel overwhelmed by all these people and more kept coming, pushing to get to you and you found it difficult to keep your balance and breath, your poor daughter must have been terrified, you needed to take her in your arms before something bad happens. But that’s when you realized you didn’t hold her hand anymore.

“Where’s Julia!?” you asked to Lucilla in panic, looking around and trying to find your daughter. Lucilla didn’t have her either and that’s when she realized that something very serious could be happening.

“Guards! Guards!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and the two guards accompanying you started to get rough with the crowd to make them take their distances and thankfully more soldiers started to come from adjacent streets to disband the mob and protect you. When the people were finally pushed away you and Lucilla look around for Julia, she was nowhere in sight.

“Y/N! Mother! What happened? Where's Julia?” asked urgently Lucius after running towards you, but you couldn’t answer him, you felt like your heart was going to explode, this wasn’t real, she was hiding somewhere and, in a few seconds, she will come out and run into your arms. You heard Lucilla speak to him in the background but your mind is too much in shock to understand anything she said. You felt Lucius wrap an arm around you and guiding you, towards the palace probably. You snapped out of your thoughts looking at the guards escorting you, no, you had to stay there, you needed to find Julia.

“Y/N a whole contingent of soldiers is staying to find Julia but we need to get you back to the palace.” told you Lucilla with strength, she will make sure her niece is found safe. As you reached the palace you felt tears coming out and running down your face, what if it was too late? What will happen to her? Suddenly, you recognized the quick steps of your husband.

“What happened?” he asked with worry, putting Valens in Lucilla’s arms so that he could hold your face between his hands.

“Y/N what happened? Where is Julia?” he asked you, making eye contact with you. You couldn’t speak, you let out a sob as he pronounced her name. That’s when he understood that you had lost your daughter, he was frowning at first, he was so deeply hurt, why would this happen, why would someone steal his daughter!? But then he felt rage grow in his chest, he was furious, he let go of your face to grab his nephew by his toga.

“Where were you Lucius!? Why weren’t you there to protect them!” he stormed; he was so disappointed, his nephew had failed to protect the family and now Julia had disappeared, and who knew what was happening to her.

“I’m-I'm sorry uncle...” bewailed Lucius unable to keep looking at his uncle in the eyes, he was so ashamed, he should have stayed by your side.

“Commodus...” you called him, you needed to hold him. Your pleading tone seemed to break him out of his anger and he let go of his nephew and took you in his arms, tightly holding you against his chest as you sobbed.

“Sire, what are your instructions?” asked the General. Commodus looked at him with his eyes furious and determined.

“Send all the men available to find my girl, search every street and corner of Rome. Find her.”

Commodus harem: @hopelessdisasterr @stellargirlie @rosebloodstuffandthangss @clowndaddyfleck @lyoongx @skaravile @jaylovesbats @niniita-ah @dreamingmaria @sagyunaro @just-a-fucking-comedy @spaceinvader @radio-hoo-ha @lady-carnivals-stuff @sierraclegane @legojorny @lemondedeniname @ninathefandomcollector @hvproductions @syvellsworld @beautifulyoungprospect (I thought you might be interested in reading it^^)

#Joaquin Phoenix #commodus imagine #commodus x reader #commodus/reader #gladiator

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cocomoraine · 6 years ago

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Vienna

Why would I turn a simple supposed to be a ficlet (about Boris and Valery sharing a croissant in Vienna) into a complicated character introspection, development, and angst? I’ll never know, someone please take away my laptop from me.

A semi reward to myself for being alive after that grueling finals, and a coping mechanism while waiting for judgment.

Warnings: unbeta’ed. That's it. And maybe kind of trashy because its created on a whim. Esp while taking a break from studying and awaiting the verdict for Mineral Economics.

Here y’all go!

Vienna

(maybe I should reconsider this title, idk)

Arriving at Vienna, Boris was a little bit shaken up by the cold, but not as much. Valery was beside him in the car, still reading the technical reports given to him by Ulana before they left Moscow. His forehead is littered up with lines in thought.

Vienna’s time zone is not far from Moscow. But as soon as the plane started to lower on the runway, Boris adjusted the time on his watch.

He saw Valery’s watch is still set to Moscow.

“Valera.”

Valery looked up at him, registering his voice.

“Yes?”

Boris waited for a moment, then took a breath, willing away the uneasiness. Vienna will not be a disaster, we will all be fine, Valera would be fine.

“The time.”

Valery looked at his watch, and immediately changed it. He sheepishly looked at Boris, murmuring apologies on the way. Boris looked at him, a mixture of fondness and exasperation on his face.

“Just make sure you don't trip out when you walk out of this car.”

***

Late at night, and even far away from Chernobyl, Valery still can’t will himself to sleep. He finished his third cigarette of the night, looking out the window.

He was calming his nerves. I can do this.

He saw the door opening, Boris coming in, probably already finished talking with their entourage for this trip.

“Everything all right, Valery?”

He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent some smartass reply that would definitely calm his nerves, but may aggravate Boris. He winced instead, then faced Boris.

“I am fine. Of course, considering all things, maybe this is a tame version of “fine” for us but not for other people.”

He noticed Boris pacing around the room, like a restless child, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle given to him.

“KGB was kind enough not to bug our hotel rooms, yet still managed the manpower to send someone to be part of the entourage. Truly, what would they think we would do here in Vienna? We are not here on a vacation, we are sent as representatives of the Soviet Union, and diplomats apparently need agents tailing after them.”

He is still wearing his coat.

In quick steps, he reached Boris, and gently stopped him from his tirade.

“Borja.”

The softly exhaled name calmed Boris, and he gazed into Valery’s eyes.

“What? Do you need anything? Did anything happen?”

Valery smiled. Rueful. Always asking about me.

“Take off your coat, would you? You’re dripping snow all over the carpet.”

***

It's the day of the conference.

They were given a few hours in the en suite, where they would be called when the program finally starts and it’s time for them to come in.

Valery was a wreck. If Boris is agitated, he cannot imagine what the other is feeling. The man in question, the man who will tell the world what happened at Chernobyl, the man of the hour, the man the world is keen to hear and watch, is there a foot away from where Boris is sitting, pacing, muttering words Boris will never understand the meaning of, and wringing his hands, it’s a miracle they are not broken already.

The breakfast croissant served at them a while ago sits on the table at the corner of the room. Valery ate his upon receiving it, a miracle considering the circumstances, because for the time Boris has known Valery, the man never touches food unless his body eventually gives up and needs him to replenish itself. It seems the scientist ate his out of nervousness, and something to do with his hands, instead of just wringing it around. Valery also drank his coffee in a single gulp, did he burn his tongue, how on earth will he be able to speak then?

Boris’ breakfast croissant and coffee remained untouched. It's getting cold.

Valery keeps on pacing around. Forehead scrunched up in thought. The suit he is wearing is close to wrinkling itself due to the numerous and unceasing movements he is making.

If back then, Boris would find Valery’s behavior annoying, now, he finds it endearing.

But he needs to calm down.

“Valera.”

Valery didn’t stop pacing.

He stood in the way of the man.

Valery nearly collided with Boris’ chest if he didn’t look up from where he was walking.

“Boris.”

Boris held out his croissant and coffee.

“Eat. You look like you will fall over.”

“Boris. This is your food. I cannot possibly--”

Boris divided the croissant into half.

“Half. One for you, then one for me. At least both of our conditions will be met.”

Valery stared at Boris. Then at the offered half croissant.

Slowly, he took it.

If Boris spent an indeterminate time staring at Valery’s mouth eating the croissant, then the other man doesn’t seem to mind. Or noticed it.

He swallowed. Then looked at Boris demurely.

“I. Thank you.”

“Drink the coffee.”

Valery’s mouth opened in a rehearsed protest.

Boris sighed.

“Fine. You drink the first half, the other half goes to me. Happy?”

***

Vienna was a courteous affair.

The people around Valery are clapping, some even stood up.

Soon enough, all the people present are giving him a standing ovation.

Valery looked through the audience. Hoping to see a familiar set of eyes that seem to be the one grounding him down when he drifts and forgets the world existing around him. He turned to the side and saw those eyes.

Proud? Or defeated? What do you think of what I have done, Borja?

In a sea of people clapping, Valery Legasov can only hear the sound of his own heart speeding up when those unreadable eyes continue to stare down at him.

When they got out of the conference room, Valery’s mind is still reeling from all of the things he had said, its consequences, what will become of Chernobyl? Boris is walking alongside him, absently in thought, even when they were led to their car, to be escorted back to the hotel.

As much as Gorbachev wanted them to be back in Moscow as soon as the conference is over, they are forced to stay in Vienna for one more day due to technicalities and reasons only Boris knows. Valery snuck a glance at the older man in his side.

Boris looked miles away.

As they walked down the hall, ultimately separating toward their own rooms, Valery couldn’t help himself but ask,

“Would you like to have a drink inside?”

The KGB agent was at the end of the hall. He doesn’t need to hear this.

Yet I did say it.

Boris turned to him, his whole body suddenly slack and open. He smiled, albeit little, at Valery. It did somersaults to the scientist, which he valiantly tried to calm down.

“Thought you would never ask.”

***

They were drinking, and talking, the vodka inside the bottle seems to be depleting fast.

It was a few minutes before midnight when Boris turned from his monologue about who will win between Pikalov and Tarakanov when it comes to strength (the topics they’ve discussed became insane as the night progresses) and saw Valery sleeping in his chair.

Boris smiled.

Oh, Valera.

He walked towards him, and gently nudged him awake.

“Valera.”

“Mhm.”

“Migrate to your bed. You are going to get a crick in the neck for sleeping in there. It will not be a good combination with your impending headache tomorrow morning.”

“Mm.”

Valery didn’t move.

Alright.

Boris half carried, half dragged Valery to his bed. Once he removed his shoes and glasses, he pulled the blankets and laid it up to Valery’s chin.

The man was apparently mumbling something this whole time.

Boris cannot understand most of it. Only one word managed to break into his alcohol-induced head.

“Borja..”

Boris looked at Valery’s sleeping face. Peaceful. Mouth slightly opened, due to saying his name.

A burning sensation filled his chest. He lowered himself until he is eye level with Valery’s sleeping form.

He pressed a light, feather touch kiss upon his forehead.

“Goodnight, my Valera.”

He stood up, downed the last shot Valery left behind, and went out of the room.

Suddenly, being near Valery Legasov knocked out all of the air in Boris’ lungs.

***

Valery knocked upon Boris’ hotel room door the next morning. He has the phantom feeling of warm lips pressed against his forehead last night. He is not sure if it's just a product of his own head creating delusions because of mixing alcohol and fatigue, or it was real. He decided to think about it later.

“Come in.”

Valery stepped inside. He saw Boris standing by the window. Coat already worn.

“Valera.”

“I didn’t see you at breakfast today. Are you, alright?”

“I am fine. The headache just has been too much. But I am doing better now.”

Boris fully faced him.

“We’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes. Is there anything else you need before we fly back to Moscow?”

“No. I’m. Fine.”

Valery stared at the button pin in Boris’s suit. The emblem of the Soviet Union. A career Party man.

He noticed it was askew.

Before Valery could register what his feet were doing, he was already closer to Boris than before. He can feel his warm breath caressing his face.

The somersaults only intensified.

The moment their eyes locked, it's like the whole gravity of the room shifted. Yet, Valery didn’t feel drifting or weightless. He feels grounded. By those eyes.

“Um. Your. Uh. Your pin. It's not in line.”

Two trembling hands tried to fix the pin in Boris’ suit. It did only take a few minutes, but for both men in the room, it felt like a lifetime.

Eyes met again.

Suddenly, it became clearer. Oh.

Closer. Dangerously close.

Yet no one stepped away. They are like two atoms, neutron bullets, set on a course of hitting one another.

Their lips never met.

Valery’s lips touched Boris’s nose.

Boris’ lips touched Valery’s cheek.

Fission.

Breaths on hold. Afraid a slight movement can create a disastrous chain reaction.

The knock on the door was the control rod.

***

When Boris met Valery’s eye in the helicopter, it's like the fissioning began again.

***

Their lips only touched fully when they were safely inside Valery’s apartment

(Would you like to come up to have a drink?

Great. The trip gave me a headache, I could use one.

Send my things up to my home. I’ll call you when it's time to pick me up.

Do you even know your neighbors?

I don’t.)

All it took was for their eyes to meet again, in the threshold of his living room, and the door to be locked. Valery felt Boris’ arms circle around him.

Boris felt Valery’s own arms enclose his shoulders. He pulled him close. Closer. Dangerously close.

How long?

Since when?

What now?

None of these thoughts, but both running on their heads at the same time were said out loud. The only sound inside the apartment was lips touching, breathless names, a soft dripping of water from the faucet, and the steady ticking of the clock.

When Boris started kissing down his jaw and neck, Valery cracked an eye open, and managed through the haze, to glance at the clock and saw the calendar right next to it.

1987.

5:00 pm.

Four years.

He glanced at his watch. Then closed his eyes to get lost in the sensations.

It was still set to Vienna.

***

#valoris #shchergasov #vienna #ficlet #fic ideas #i will leave the continuation to the experts #the croissant sharing blowed out of proportion #i even searched about vienna and moscow timezones #what has my life turned into #forgive me #cocomoraine writes

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cocochannel00 · 6 years ago

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Harry with kids #2 Never home (part 1)

kids: Connor (17), Rebecca (15), Grayson and Riley (13), Victoria (10), Casey (5)

Let me know if you guys want a part 2! Also p.s I doubt Harry would ever neglect his family like this

"Mom we're home!" yelled Connor, your 17-year-old son, who had just gotten back from football practice.

"You think you could wash my uniform tonight? I've got a game tomorrow and it's starting to smell." Rebecca, your 15-year-old daughter, asked as she threw her soccer bag on the floor and pulled it out.

"You do know that the washing machine doesn't have a passcode on it and you don't need to be 18 or older to use it right, Becca." You say sarcastically.

"Fine I'll do it" she grumbles and starts reading the detergent boxes as you laugh at how clueless she looks.

While you were helping her set it up the twins, Grayson and Riley, ran off the bus and into the kitchen looking for food.

"Boys there are no snacks until you finish your homework and besides we're leaving to go see Connor's game in a couple of hours and you can eat there" you explain as your second youngest child, Victoria, who's 10, came grumbling into the house with her recorder in hand.

"What's wrong baby?" You ask as you picked her up from the ground and sit her on the stool.

"Dad never showed up to my concert at school today and he promised he would," she said on the verge of tears.

"I'm sure daddy feels very sorry that he missed it but you know daddy is really busy with the new album," you tell her as you hugged her tight.

"I wouldn't bank on dad's promises Vicca. He isn’t known to keep very them well" Connor explains grumbling as he walks in with his football padding.

"CONNOR!" You yell as you see tears come down Vicca's face.

"What mom you know it's true.... He's promised to come to my games and he hasn't shown up to one and it's the state championship tonight." Connor says while grabbing a water and heading out the door.

"Hopefully he manages to make it this time," you say with a bit of hope that your husband Harry will get his act together.

Afterward, you text Harry and tell him that he better make it to Connor's game and that Vicca was crying cause he didn't go to her concert. He texts back saying he'll be there but you are still skeptical that he will show up.

"We're leaving in a half hour for the game and I expect everyone to be ready to go!" You yell from the kitchen as you lay your head down on the cool countertop in order to try and relive the headache forming from the stress of having all your kids upset.

You go upstairs and walk into your youngest child's room. There you find your 5-year-old daughter Casey coloring a picture of what looks like a family.

"Look mommy, I drew a picture of our family. I'm gonna give it to daddy when he comes home" she says excitedly as she holds up the paper.

"It looks beautiful Casey now let's get you changed into your jersey," you say as you find Connor's jersey number sticking out of a pile of her clothes.

Once everyone was ready you head out with all your kids hoping that Harry would make it.

You all cheer loudly as the buzzer rings signaling the end of the game. You could not be more proud that your son had helped his team win a state title.

You and your kids ran to the field to go congratulate Connor on his win. As soon as he saw you guys he ran up to you and gave you the biggest hug that made your heart melt.

"I am so proud of you Connor you have no idea. I love you so much!" You say forcing yourself not to cry.

He chuckled a bit. "Thanks mom I love you too" he said.

Casey starts pulling on his pants and signaling for him to pick her up. Connor puts her on his shoulders and starts running around.

You being the mom that you take a picture of the two from the back as Casey's jersey had Connor's number on it.

"Dad never made it did he?" Connor asks you as you try and stop Grayson and Riley from beating each other up.

"I'm sorry baby he didn't come but I'm sure he is excited that you won" you state trying to bring the mood up again.

"Figures...." Mumbled Connor just quietly enough for only you to hear.

"Well let's go, I think I've had enough disappointment for one day" Becca says as she carries Casey to the car.

"I'll meet you guys at home, Josh is having a party at his house to celebrate and I'm going to swing by for a bit," he says.

"Please be safe and try to remember curfew this time," you say before kissing his cheek and walking to the car.

The ride home was silent and you could feel the tension build as you pulled into the driveway and Harry's car was there.

Everyone got out and as soon as Becca opened the door Casey launched herself towards Harry as the rest of your kids headed to go watch tv in the living room.

"Hi baby how are you today," he says to Casey as she giggles in his grasp.

You walk towards the medicine cabinet and grab the Advil from the shelf.

"What's wrong babe? Stressful day today" he asked while looking at you from across the room.

"Sure you could say that" you grumbled as you sat on a stool slightly mad at Harry.

"Casey go with Grayson and Riley and show them your picture," you told her as she ran out to go find them in the living room.

"Y/n, what wrong?" Harry asks as he comes behind you and wraps his arm around you. You shrug his arms off of you and walk to the otherwise of the counter.

"Do you know how upset Vicca came home today because her dad didn't go see her concert today, or how mad Becca was yesterday because you missed her soccer game because of album promo. Let's not even start on the look of disappointment Connor had when I told him you never made it Harry. He won states, Harry, states" you rant to him as anger started to boil in you.

"I'm sorry I missed all of that but you know how hard I’ve worked on this album. You know I have to work with the schedule Jeff gives me" he said trying to gain sympathy from you.

" I get that Harry but you can't keep blowing off your kids like this. It's not even this week, it's every week H! When was the last time you went to see one of Connor's games? When did you last talk about soccer recruitment with Becca? When was the last time you came home and had dinner with your kids Harry! That's my problem" you tell him.

"Don't you think I want to be here for all of that Y/n!" He yells at you. "I'm trying but it's not that easy to make my schedule revolve around games and dinners and every other thing that happens in this house!" He exclaims.

You look at him and hold back the tears that are threatening to spill over because of his statements.

"Maybe you should just leave if this family involves to much commitment. Correct me if I'm wrong but that's what you signed up for when you had 6 kids Harry" you say as you walk into the living room.

You hear Harry calling your name as you send your kids up to bed.

Casey runs up to Harry and hands him her drawing. Harry gives her a hug and asks her why not everyone was smiling.

"That's cause they are not happy because you broke your promise to them. Goodnight daddy!" she says as she runs back up the stairs.

You turn your back to Harry, afraid that if you look at him you'll break down.

Just then Connor walks into the living room. "Hey mom Josh gave me some cookies if you want-" he stops mid-sentence as he sees Harry.

"Your late for curfew Connor," Harry tells him while looking at his watch.

"Yeah well, I was celebrating my state title not like you would know since you've never come to a game" Connor replies back.

Harry began to get frustrated. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it but I'm very proud of you however that still doesn't excuse you for being late," Harry says as he tries to calm down.

"You don't get to discipline me because you're never here. Mom basically raised us on her own while you were off touring the world." He yells back through gritted teeth and clenched fists.

"I will not have you speak to me that way Connor Robin Styles," Harry says as he gets up in front of Connor.

"I'll say what I want because you are never home, therefore, have no power over me. You're a horrible father" Connor spits out.

"Boys tone it down you'll wake the rest of them up," you say trying to prevent a full-on screaming match.

"Not now Y/n," Harry says angrily.

"Don't talk to mom like that she's done nothing wrong. Your lucky you still have her cause if I was her I would leave your sorry ass in a heartbeat" Connor shouts back.

"Stop fighting!" Becca yells. "Dad you have no right to yell at us because you haven't raised us," she says from the bottom of the stairs while Vicca rushes down the stairs and hugs you as she cries.

"Are you and daddy going to get a divorce?" Vicca asks as Grayson and Riley come down with Casey in their arms.

You look at Harry as your own eyes starting to water. "No ones getting a divorce don't worry," Harry says quietly as he looks straight at you.

Casey runs into his arms as she has no idea what's happening.

You sniffle. "Alright guys it's over let's all head up to bed. Connor, can you please bring Casey up to her room when you go?" You ask and he nods.

"Ok come here and I'll give you a kiss before you go" you say as you give each child a kiss on the forehead before pulling Connor aside and giving him a hug.

"I'm so very proud of you and no matter what happens we will all always be proud of you. You have grown up well. Thank you" you tell him as he pulls you in for a tighter hug and you feel his tears on your shoulder.

"Thank you mama" he whispers before taking Casey upstairs with him.

"Y/n....." Harry says at a loss for words.

"H just drop it I think we've had enough arguments today. I'm going to bed" you say as you walk up the stairs to your room, leaving Harry alone.

You do your nightly routine and wipe away your tears as you get ready for bed but as soon as you get into bed you realized you forgot your phone downstairs.

You walk down and see Harry hunched over on the couch crying. It breaks your heart to see him like this no matter what happened in the last half hour. You walk over and sit next to him and slowly wrap your arms around him.

He grabs you and sits you down on his lap as he cries into your shoulder. "Shh... it's okay. You'll be okay" you whisper repeatedly in order to calm him down.

He sniffles a bit "Maybe they're right Y/n, maybe your better off without me" he says glumly.

You grab his chin and forced him to look you in the eye. "Harry Edward Styles I don't ever want to hear you say that ever again. I love you so much and could never live without. Please don't say that" you cry as he hugs you tighter and rubs your back.

"I'm sorry I've put you through this for so long Y/n and I'm sorry for being a horrible father to our children. They are the most important things in the world to me and I can't even raise them" he says.

"You're a great father H their just upset that you keep promising things you can't keep. You know they love you as much as I do right?" You ask as he looks at the drawing Casey drew.

"I guess but I don't know how to make up for all the times I've screwed up. Connor's games are over, the concert was today.... I don't know what to do" he says burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

"You can start by make breakfast in the morning. Then apologizing to Connor for tonight and go watch Becca's soccer game tomorrow. Tomorrow night we can have pizza for dinner and have Vicca and the twins give their own concert. If you give Casey a hug I'm sure she'll forgive you on the spot" you tell him as he chuckles at the last one.

"Ok, but how do I make it up to you?" He says looking up at you in a way that makes your heart clench.

You smile. "Make our kids happy and come to bed with me so we can get some sleep," you say as you begin to get up.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you" he asks while holding you close.

"Every day of the week, now come on" you tell him as he gives you a passionate kiss before you have the chance to move.

"Well, I love you so much Y/n. I don't know what I'd do without you" Harry said kissing you again.

You got into bed and cuddled up to Harry hoping to forget the argument for the night.

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pug-bitch · 6 years ago

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That’s not why I’m going (5)

All he had wanted

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some (very) suggestive, some akin to a 16-diamond scene :D

Word count: 3,203

Notes: This starts with Drake’s POV, right after he dropped off the note in Amara’s room. It then catches up with the timeline we left off in the previous chapter, with Amara calling Michael.

*****

Drake feels shitty as he returns to his room, the one adjacent to Amara’s. He wonders if she knows that they’re neighbors, but after all, he remained pretty discreet after Liam asked him to keep an eye on her without making it obvious. Drake doesn’t understand why Liam is so adamant about keeping tabs on her; she seems more than capable of taking care of herself. Sure, she got lost in the stables, but that was nothing. She seemed to have tamed Nevrakis, who was a feisty one, so that was a win in his book. No, Liam was wrong. He didn’t need to enlist him as a bodyguard for Amara. Not that Drake was complaining about the proximity, but maybe he was a little bit, especially if he was to watch them fall for each other. How humiliating was it, dropping off that note? He flopped onto his bed, groaning. Why did his muscles hurt so much? And, most importantly, why did he come back here instead of taking off to his secluded cabin to get drunk? He had wanted to, but couldn’t bring himself to leave the palace. Maybe he was a masochist, but he didn’t feel like he should disappear just yet. First, Liam was expecting him to stick around. But also, feeling Amara’s presence in the very next room felt oddly comforting.

He got up to get to his stash. He poured himself a generous triple shot. When did he start drinking alone? As a young adult, he had enjoyed the occasional drink with Liam and even his other friends. But as he grew older, the company of others was more and more tedious. They painfully reminded him of Savannah. Especially Maxwell, who was by far the closest to her before she disappeared. Like every day, he wondered if the note she had left before leaving was genuine. What if something terrible had happened to her? He hadn’t heard from her in almost two years, after all. Their mom claims to receive an email from time to time, but did he believe that? Bianca Walker was not a model of honesty, either.

Enough. This sucks, he thought. The Derby was one of the only courtly traditions he enjoyed, and today was ruined by…well, no, not by Amara. In fact, the glimpse he caught of her was about the only bright spot in his day.

A couple of hours and a few triple shots later, his head feels warm and fuzzy, and the pain and humiliation starts to wash away.

Fuck it, maybe he should just knock on her door and…he doesn’t know what yet, but he just needed to see her. Ideally, they would share a drink together and chat, like they had in New York and on the plane. Listen to yourself, Walker. You had two conversations with this woman and you’re getting blackout drunk because she prefers a prince. Hesitant, he starts walking towards the door, bottle in hand. Then he chickens out and goes back to the bed. He does the pace several times in an attempt to go to her room, like Andrew Lincoln in Love Actually when he contemplates seducing his best friend’s wife. Heh. Savannah made him watch that movie every Christmas. He had always felt sorry for the poor schmuck, and now he WAS him. Minus the turtleneck.

His phone interrupts the endless pacing. Liam. After a brief hesitation, he picks up, slurring his words slightly.

‘Hey.’

‘Drake, where did you go? I texted you several times after the Derby.’

‘Yeah, sorry, I had a headache, I went back to my room. But I dropped off the note, don’t worry.’

‘I know, she showed up.’

Drake’s stomach turned. ‘Good. I’m glad.’

‘Well…to be completely honest…I don’t know if it went well.’

He hated himself for the relief he felt. ‘Really? Why?’

‘First off, she seemed genuinely taken aback when she saw me, as if she didn’t expect me to show.’

Drake doesn’t say anything. He remembers that Liam’s note was not signed. Did she think…? No. That was stupid.

Liam continues: ‘I mean, it didn’t go badly, but nothing happened.’

What did he think, that she was gonna suck his dick right there between two statues? Drake almost snorted at his best friend’s entitlement. He thought, come on Liam, you’re better than that. She doesn’t owe you anything. ‘What did you think was gonna happen?’

‘Oh, I don’t know. I was dying to kiss her, but she didn’t really hug me back. Maybe she just wants to take it slow, or is feeling bad about the competition. She did compare it to The Bachelor.’

Drake can’t help but laugh. ‘Did you bring her a rose, at least?’

‘Funny, that’s exactly what she said.’

This made Drake’s heart sink. ‘So, did she just leave, or…?’

‘We talked for a couple minutes, I asked her about her life, but she was elusive. She said she had to go FaceTime her roommate.’

‘Well, maybe she did have to FaceTime her roommate. After all, she’s got a life in New York, you know.

‘You’re right. It’s just… I was expecting more.’

Drake rolled his eyes. Yeah yeah, we get it. You wanted to get some. And maybe Liam would have been more successful had he tried to pull this shit on someone who knew him better, like Kiara or even Olivia, but Amara had just met him, and why did he expect so much… Ugh, he was annoyed at how much it annoyed him.

Liam adds: ‘So, I was wondering…I don’t want to ask too much of you but…could you maybe check on her sometime tonight? I know it’s getting late, but maybe just knock, and see if everything is ok. And if you happen to gather some information about how she feels, maybe—‘

He had some balls. ‘Yeah. You got it. One wingman, coming up.’

‘Thanks, Drake. I truly owe you.’ But he didn’t. Drake had been living at the palace for years, and the only way he repaid Liam was by taking care of the stables. So, no, Liam did not owe him. On the contrary, Drake would probably spend his entire life trying to think of ways to repay him. Wasting his college degree and letting go of the first meaningful connection he had felt for years was a good start.

‘Alright, goodnight Liam.’

He hangs up forcefully. If he was honest, this wingman mission was timely. He had been itching to go knock on Amara’s door for a while.

He looks in the mirror, making sure he doesn’t look like an alcoholic monster. Maybe he should take a shower first? No, no time. It was already ten. He takes a deep breath and ventures out of his bedroom towards Amara’s.

His hand was in the air, ready to rattle the door, when he hears her talking on the phone. He stops in his tracks and listens.

‘No, you were right. It was all my fault and it should have been me. I can’t show my face at Callie’s birthday.’ She pauses. ‘No no Michael, seriously. I sent her a bunch of presents from Amazon, you’ll receive them on time. It’s some Doc McStuffins stuff.’

Oh, that Michael again. This sounded serious. Maybe he shouldn’t eavesdrop. But then again, it was too late, he was already doing it.

‘Please, don’t insist. You were right last time.’ Her voice breaks. ‘I don’t deserve this. It’s my fault.’ She sobs. Drake’s heart breaks. Who the fuck was this guy, making he feel this way? Who was Callie? Could she have…a kid?

‘Please tells her that Auntie loves her.’

Oh. So, not a kid. Well, a kid, but not hers. He heard her sobs, and his blood boiled. He was trying really hard not to bust in and…what? What would he even do? Tell Michael to go fuck himself, and rescue her from her own feelings? Get a grip, Walker.

‘I have to go. Bye Michael.’ Her voice was almost inaudible, stifled by her tears. Suddenly, he heard her slam a door open, and…was she throwing up? This had gone too far. If she was upset enough to throw up, she shouldn’t be alone. He mustered up the courage to knock. Upon hearing the knock, she stopped making noise and asked faintly: ‘Who is this?’

‘It’s me, Suarez. Just checking on you.’

He heard her turn on the water, probably to brush her teeth. He suddenly felt very intrusive.

As she opened the door, his heart raced. ‘Hi Drake.’ Her eyes were puffy and swollen, and he hated himself for finding her so fucking hot. Her hazel eyes were almost green, and her face was so raw, so open. Very different from the person he had gotten to know, both funny and closed up.

‘Are you ok?’

She chuckled. ‘If I say yes, will you believe me?’

He gave her a nervous smile. ‘No.’

‘Wanna come in?’

He realized that, in his haste, he had forgotten his bottle, his official excuse to come over for a visit. ‘Sure. I should go grab drinks for us in my room.’

‘Don’t bother, you may as well know, I stole some from the bar earlier.’ She gestured at a bottle of champagne, a bottle of whiskey, and some sour mix. ‘Don’t judge me.’

‘Never. Where do you think I get my booze?’

She laughed, but it was obvious that she still had many tears left to cry. He felt terrible for interrupting her moment, but she also did not seem like she didn’t want him there.

She closed the door behind him and offered him a seat on the bed. ‘So… I didn’t expect you here. I thought you were avoiding me.’ Drake gave her a quizzical look. She continued: ‘You know, in the stables. Looked like you wanted to get rid of me to go hang out with Liam.’

He sighed. Should he open up a little? Or give her the same crap as before? Given her state of openness, he thought it best to tell her a part of the truth. ‘I was avoiding you. I didn’t want to give you the impression that I don’t know why you’re here. I wanted to stay in my lane.’

She gets up, and pours them two glasses of whiskey. Sour for her, neat for him. She slowly gets back to her spot in the loveseat. ‘Drake, with all due respect, you have no idea why I’m here. And I don’t want you to stay in your lane, whatever that means.’

He stays quiet. He didn’t expect that. She takes a big sip, and continues.

‘You may have heard, I’ve had a very rough phone call. I’m in no mood to tiptoe. So, I’m gonna be honest.’

Please, he thought. Tell me who Michael is and why he’s making you so upset.

Amara takes another sip of liquid courage. ‘I got this note earlier.’ She gestures at the note, crumpled in the waste basket. ‘Asking me for a sneaky rendezvous in the gardens after dinner. Not signed. I thought…hoped. Hoped it was you.’

His heart skipped a beat. So, she did think it was from him. That’s why she showed. His head was spinning. And it wasn’t from the booze. ‘You did? I…dropped off the note. But it was from Liam. I…owe him a lot, Suarez. So, I do shit like that for him.’

She nodded. ‘I get it. You guys go way back, you’re his wingman. But…when I saw him approaching tonight, I felt…trapped. Tricked into going to the wrong rendezvous.’

Fuck. She didn’t pull any punches. In his heart, he was elated. But in his head, all he saw was betrayal.

‘Drake…you may owe him, --although I think it’s bullshit, no one keeps tabs on friendship-- whatever, you may owe him, but I don’t. I’m not gonna sleep with him in the garden when he summons me, just because he’s the prince of bumblefuck nowhere.’

She catches her breath. Drake stares at her for a second too long, and bursts out laughing. Damn, she was hot. ‘Fair enough, Suarez. But for the record, I never suggested you should sleep with him. In the gardens, or, y’know. Anywhere.’

Drake lowers his eyes. They sit in comfortable silence for a while.

*****

Amara couldn’t believe that Drake had heard her puking, or seen her with this puffy face. And to think she had picked an outfit for an hour, earlier today, to meet him outside, and now, she was in her pyjamas, with no makeup, and, as she now realized, no bra.

But damn, she was happy he was here. She felt good in his company, even if she had just had one of the most unpleasant phone calls in history, and was stuck in a godforsaken competition she wanted no part in.

She was about to break the comfortable silence, when her phone buzzed. A picture from Michael. She willed herself not to look, but she had to. The sight brought tears back to her eyes.

Her little niece, whose life she had ruined, holding up the stuffed rabbit she had sent her last year. The caption said ‘She loves you too, Auntie.’

Suddenly, she couldn’t contain herself. She knew Michael meant well. But seeing this little face, one she had barely had the strength to see in two years…she couldn’t keep herself from crying. Next thing she knew, Drake was sitting next to her, his arm around her, and his brow knit with worry.

‘Hey, Amara, what’s wrong?’

She felt terrible for breaking down in front of him. She couldn’t get a word out. She simply held out her phone to the picture of Callie.

‘Who’s this little kiddo? Are you ok?’

She swallowed hard. ‘I’m sorry Drake. I’m ridiculous. It’s my niece, Callie. I just…’ She thought about saying it. But she didn’t want him to stop looking at her like this. She didn’t want him to judge her for what she caused, even if it wasn’t intentional. So, she went with the obvious. ‘I just miss her, that’s all.’

Drake looked at her without blinking. She knew he didn’t believe her. Who hurls because they miss their niece, when they could very well fly back and see her? But she didn’t say anything else, didn’t offer the truth. He gave her a bit more time, and finally said ‘I get it. You don’t have to tell me. Not unless you’re ready.’

Looking into his kind, dark eyes, as they were both sitting in this tiny loveseat, their bodies held close to one another, she felt alive. She wasn’t thinking about all the shit she caused in her old life, because she was here, now. Drake pushed a strand of hair off her face and cupped her cheek. She wanted to say something, anything. She tried to go for a simple ‘thank you’, but she couldn’t. There was just one response she really wanted to give him. And she thought, for once, maybe she should. So she did.

*****

Amara’s lips met his, in an urgency that he had never felt before. He had not been expecting this, but as their kiss deepened, he found himself thinking that this was all he had wanted.

Without tearing her lips away from his, still entangled in each other, she guided him towards the spot where she had been sitting. As soon as he was seated, she straddled him, lips still firmly stuck to his.

Drake’s head was still spinning. He kissed her deeper, their tongues grazing each other, as they were both unable to get enough. His hands moved up and down her back, itching to get lower, but not wanting to go too fast. He was determined to savor her, to take his time exploring her.

Her hands were roaming under his shirt, and one of them was getting dangerously close to undoing his belt. His boxers felt extremely tight on him, and he was dying to go further, but he was suddenly painfully aware of the fact that Amara had just been sobbing a few minutes before, and that didn’t feel right.

He cupped her head softly, and unhooked his lips from hers, reluctantly.

‘Whoa, Suarez…’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, still catching her breath. ‘I didn’t mean to…jump you like that…’

‘Um no, in case you didn’t know, I was more than on board. I just think maybe…we should slow down for today?’

She nodded, still straddling him. Her weight on him just felt right. He was glad she hadn’t gotten up.

‘Amara, this was…’ he smiled and gave her another quick kiss. God, he wanted to rip her clothes off. She was wearing this little t-shirt, and very obviously no bra. He tried not to think about that, at the risk of his pants bursting at the seams. ‘This was fucking hot. But, you’re clearly upset, so maybe we could just, if you want…hang out?’

She smiled, earnestly, he thought. She didn’t seem mad. That reassured him. But then again, she knew he wasn’t bullshitting him. She knew he really wanted this. After all, she was literally sitting on his erection. She sighed and added: ‘I would like that.’

‘Great. Let’s get another drink, and watch a movie? You pick.’

‘Don’t be too nice to me, Walker. Feels fake,’ she says with a smirk.

‘Well…let’s be real, you need a win. I know there’s more to that phone call and pic you received, but I know what it is to have dark shit going on. I won’t pry. And if one day, you want to tell me, I’ll be there.’

He noticed tears flowing to Amara’s eyes. Shit, he thought. He hadn’t meant to remind her… But she pulled herself together and, still straddling him, planted a deep kiss on his lips. ‘Thank you, Walker. And you’re right. I didn’t tell you the truth. But maybe someday I will.’

*****

They had watched four episodes of The Good Place until Amara fell asleep in Drake’s arms. She hadn’t wanted him to go back to his room. He would have to sneak out in the morning before Maxwell came. Amara had a game of croquet planned with Queen Regina in the early afternoon, but Max liked to overplan. Plus, he had grown fond of Amara –who could resist her charm?—and spent all his time with her, so Drake would have to tread lightly.

But man, he couldn’t stop thinking of that kiss. He had chills just reliving the moment in his head. He couldn’t even remember a time when he had felt that way. Maybe he never had.

It was not just the kiss, either. It was everything. The way she had spontaneously rested her head on his shoulder while watching the show, the way she asked him every five minutes if he liked it, genuinely wanting him to enjoy himself. Her hand, on his stomach, stroking his skin as she was falling asleep. They had met a week ago, but there was true intimacy there. And for him, that was new. He was not ready to give that up.

Man, he was deep in shit.

*****

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lostonehero · 6 years ago

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That teacher au pt4

"Roman how many times do I have to tell you to shut up about that, if it's going to happen again we'll figure it out. I trust you." Dorian sighs.

Roman's face turns a bright red. "Well I wanted to make it special we aren't even dating. I mean I want to remeber it."

"Roman I think we are way passed the whole dating thing." Dorian rubs his temples sitting back next to Patton.

"Oh you two are so cute." Patton coos.

"Don't you start too. God everyone has been shipping us since this whole incident. It is like how you ship Logan and Virgil which is probably about to happen." Roman has a stupid smile on a his face plopping himself next to Dorian. "Speaking of which Virgil now owes me 20 bucks."

"Were you guys making bets on fucking?" Dorian scoffs.

"Well Virgil bet this would become a orgy, and I said he would end up with Logan. I win." Roman smiles triumphantly.

"Oh you can buy us ice cream with that." Patton chimes in.

"That sounds like a great idea Patton." Roman hums.

Dorian rolls his eyes turning on the TV.

......

All reasonable thought gone Logan abandoned his clothes as he headed towards the whines and moans. A strong smell filled his nose making him drool and claw open the door.

Virgil was spayed out leaking a slick clear substance from his ass, as drool trailed down his chin. He was fisting himself as he whined for more. He craved to be full. Logan let out a inhuman growl as he climbed on top of Virgil showing off his teeth as his nails sunk into Virgil's hips making the smaller man groan. Logan leaned in and took Virgil's mouth in his own.

They parted as Logan forced Virgil's hand out of his ass, he quickly replaced it with his own dick. In a saner mind Logan would be concerned with the changed shape of his penis, but he was too far gone to care. Logan was flipped over as Virgil moaned riding his dick like he owned it.

Virgil without warning bit down hard on Logan's left shoulder as he rode him. Logan hissed and groaned in immeasurable pleasure. In a chain of events he was cumming so hard he sees stars as Virgil cums on his chest. Virgil was licking Logan clean as he removed himself off of Logan.

Logan returned the favor licking Virgil clean. They collapsed into each other as there energy was completely gone. They surrendered to sweet sleep.

......

"So I brought everyone clothes. Well except for you Dorian because this is your house." Patton smiles holding up the bag he came in with. "I mean once you said Virgil wasn't feeling well I knew I had to come prepared, so sleep over."

"Patton we aren't children, but I will set up the couch for you and Roman." Dorian sighs getting up.

"What you're not going to let me sleep with you?" Roman jokes.

"I don't want you messing with my bedroom Roman." Dorian smirks poking fun at Roman's nesting habit.

Roman mocks being offended. "I would only improve it."

Dorian rolls his eyes opening the hall closet pulling out sheets and blankets tossing them at Roman and Patton. "I don't want a nest Roman I'm not a bird."

More offended noises. "I'm no bird Dee."

Patton giggles getting up to set up the couch. "You two are adorkable."

Roman smiles softly getting up to help Patton. "Thanks Patton."

"I'm just glad we're not that bad as before. Virgil even got here without anyone. I'm glad he didn't freak out before getting odd." Dorian says with a honest look of relief.

"Yeah he did call me before, but he sounded much better. I know how bad he can get with stuff that happened. Oh that reminds me I should make tea when they feel normal." Roman muses.

Patton smiles. "You've become such a dad like me Roman."

Roman blushes crossing his arms. "I'm just being a good friend."

Dorian chuckles shaking his head. "I'm going to bed, don't ruin my house." He walks to his room.

Once the door clicks Roman sighs. "I have to admit I'm glad for this whole fuckery Patton. I don't think I ever saw Dorian smile before this."

Patton nods. "I guess it feels like he has a family, like he never had one before."

"I could never imagine not having a family. Like I grew up with a huge one we are so close. Oh God how am i suppose to explain this to my sisters." Roman groans.

Patton chuckles. "Yeah my family and I are close just not as big as yours Roman. Oh oh easy just say you got a boyfriend."

"No Patton, I don't even know what Dorian and I are." Roman sighs laying down in his makeshift bed. "I mean I like him, but things are complicated."

Patton frowns nodding. "You're right. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Goodnight Roman."

"Goodnight Patton."

......

The sun streams through the window as Logan wakes up, this is odd. He is normally up before the sun to get things done early, did he sleep in. He rubs his shoulder and hisses at the dull pain, looking over he sees a bite mark and looking further he sees Virgil sleeping. They are both naked. Did they have sex? He has no memory of this.

Ok deep breath Logan what happened yesterday. Prepared yourself for the morning, ate a large breakfast, ate a even larger lunch. Those were already odd, but that has been his life as of late. Then he arrived at Dorian's place and smelled something. He groaned at the headache trying to sort through the muddled mess of his memory of last night. He let's out a frustrated sigh, no wonder why Dorian gets so frustrated about his memory.

Virgil shifts next to Logan groaning. He puts the pillow over his head. "It is too early to figure this out." He groans.

"The sun is ot Virgil, it is not early." Logan responds realizing that his body has changed slightly so has Virgil's. It would be rude to study it now.

Virgil pulls the pillow off his head and glares at Logan. "It is the weekend Logan I like to sleep in." He stretches sitting up surprising not feeling freaked out about this. "Now I know how Roman feels. Ugh that drooling is awful."

"Drooling, you mean the excess spit Roman now produces when he feels sexual pleasure you do it as well?" Logan leans in curious.

Virgil pushes him away. "Teach not now we probably just had sex. I'm in so mood to be studied alright."

Logan nods looking around the room spotting the familiar bag. "Ah right Patton brought clothes with him." He gets up and goes through the bag to get on his clothes.

Virgil gets up after him and does the same. He feels so much better being clothed.

........

Dorian sips on his coffee as Patton washes the dishes he used making breakfast. "You feeling alright Patton?"

Patton nods. "Perfectly fine Dee. I just hope Logan and Virgil are doing good."

Dorian nods. "I hope they didn't dent my wall."

"What makes you say that?" Patton looks over innocently.

"Did you hear them?" Dorian looks tired.

"Nope slept like a baby." Patton smiles.

"You can sleep through a hurricane geez." Dorian finishes his tea watching Logan walk in with Virgil.

Virgil sits next to Roman who is nursing his coffee at the kitchen table. "Good morning, feel better?"

Virgil shrugs. "I don't feel panicked, so that's good."

Logan hums taking the plate of food from Patton, and sits at the table. "It appears that we had sex last night. I do not have any recollection of it, but I do have a bite mark and my gentalia have changed."

"Please stop Logan." Virgil lays his head on the table. "It is too early."

"What did you also get a second dick?" Dorian asks placing a plate of eggs in front of Virgil.

"No it appears my penis has become much more flexible, elongated with a knot on the end like a dog." Logan replies dryly.

"So like a sex toy." Roman says as Virgil just groans.

"If you want to compare it yes, like a sex toy." Logan sighs.

"So you had fun with some toys." Patton chuckles.

Dorian rolls his eyes. "Alright enough let's stop."

"Thank you." Virgil huffed finally starting to eat his breakfast.

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