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pickingupmymercedes · 16 days

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Ways they show they love each other pt.1 - Lewis Hamilton

5 snippets of fluff - part 2 here

Also there's a bunch more just like these ones if you like them - Ways to say I love you p1 / p2 ; All these little things - p1 / p2 ; Small firsts

request : "i was thinking after reading the one shot you did about fans favorite moments and 5+5, and i got an ideia of a compilation of moments caught on cameras of Lewis and Y/n basically forgetting there’s people around" - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +4k

a/n: Hi anon, your request made me realize how I was relying heavily on dialogues, so it took me a bit to get these done, but I hope you like it as much as I loved writing them❤️

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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A stolen glance

The behind-the-scenes of any photoshoot was always a controlled chaos—a blend of soft chatter, click of cameras, the occasional bark of direction.

Bright lights bathed the studio in a cool, almost clinical glow, every corner meticulously curated for perfection. Lewis was the center of it all, effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone present.

And even in the midst of the frenetic energy, he had his calm, collected demeanor that made the whole affair seem easy.

He was, after all, no stranger to the spotlight.

Y/n stood off to the side, nestled in a corner of the studio where she could work without drawing attention. Her laptop perched on a small table, open to a report she had been poring over since they arrived.

She knew her place there—quiet, supportive, and out of the way. And the last thing she wanted was to be a distraction.

But as the photoshoot progressed, she found herself stealing more and more glances at Lewis, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had, specially on her.

He was dressed to a tee, as always, the tailored suit hugging his frame perfectly.

The photographer would call for a slight adjustment, and Lewis would respond with a slight tilt of his head or a shift in his posture, a model of effortless grace.

But it wasn’t just the way he looked that held Y/n’s attention; it was the way he carried himself, the way he seemed so completely in his element.

Lewis, ever attuned to the energy in the room, could feel her eyes on him even when he wasn’t looking. After all, it was a sensation he had come to know well—the warmth of her gaze, the quiet intensity of her presence.

He let a small smile play on his lips as he adjusted his cufflinks, the corners of his eyes crinkling just slightly. He didn’t need to look directly at her to confirm his suspicious.

But then, it happened.

The photographer called for a brief pause to adjust the lighting, and Lewis took the opportunity to glance over in Y/n’s direction.

She was no longer pretending to work, her focus entirely on him now. Their eyes met across the room and the rest of the studio seemed to fall away.

They didn’t need words to communicate; everything was said in that single, stolen glance.

To an outsider, it might have seemed like nothing more than a casual exchange of looks, but for those who paid close attention, there was a depth to the way they looked at each other, a silent conversation happening beneath the surface.

Her eyes softened as they met his, a small, almost imperceptible nod of understanding passing between them. His smile widened just a fraction, a quiet acknowledgment of her support.

The moment was fleeting—just a few seconds, really—but it was enough.

Enough for the photographer’s assistant, who had been adjusting a reflector nearby, to notice the subtle exchange. She glanced between Lewis and Y/n, a curious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

As the photoshoot resumed, Y/n kept stealing glances at Lewis, and each time, she found him looking back. It was a dance they played often, the stolen glances—a way of staying connected even when they were surrounded by people.

Another crew member, tasked with holding up the boom mic, caught on as well. He nudged his colleague, nodding subtly in their direction. “You see that?” he whispered, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

His colleague followed his gaze, catching one of those silent exchanges. “Yeah,” she replied, her voice low with amusement. “They’re not exactly hiding it, are they?”

The shoot continued, but for those who were paying attention, the focus shifted slightly. It was no longer just about capturing the perfect shot of Lewis Hamilton; they were capturing the stolen glances, the unspoken words—a part of the narrative, an unexpected layer to the day’s work.

And when the shoot finally wrapped, Lewis walked over to Y/n. He didn’t say anything at first, just reached out to take her hand, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles. She looked up at him, her expression soft, a silent question in her eyes.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his voice low, meant only for her.

She replied with a nod, the smile on her lips answering more than just his question.

As they walked out of the studio hand in hand, the photographer couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he should have captured those stolen glances on camera.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful moments aren’t the ones that are posed or staged—they’re the ones that happen when you think no one else is watching.

Except someone always is.

A playful nudge

The video started with a shaky view of the Malibu coastline, the sound of waves crashing faintly in the distance, and the rhythmic hum of cars passing by.

The camera panned over the scenic beach for a moment before a voice behind the camera blurted out “Oh my God, is that Lewis Hamilton?”

The camera zoomed in, focusing on a couple standing just before the crosswalk, both decked out in running gear.

Sure enough, it’s Lewis, slightly out of breath, hands resting on his hips as he waits for the signal to cross. Next to him, Y/n standing with a relaxed smile, glancing up and down the road.

“Are they out for a run smack in the middle of Malibu?” another voice chimed in from off-camera, clearly excited by the sighting.

The camera adjusted, capturing the full view of Lewis and Y/n as they stand side by side, the breeze lightly tousling Y/n’s hair.

She had her phone in hand, taking a quick peek at the screen before tucking it back into her shorts. The shot lingering on them for a few seconds, the fan behind the camera trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Y/n nudged Lewis gently with her shoulder, just enough to make him stumble a step to the side. The camera zoomed in at just the right time, catching Lewis’s amused reaction. He laughed, the sound carried by the breeze, and shakes his head, clearly enjoying the playful jab.

The fan behind the camera giggled softly and it was clear when a voice whispered “Did you see that?”

Lewis, grinning, turned toward Y/n, his expression full of that familiar warmth fans would seldom catch a glimpse of.

He nudged her back lightly, more of a gentle tap, like he doesn’t want to push too hard. The camera catching the playful spark in both of their eyes, the kind of silent exchange that speaks volumes.

The fan continued filming, capturing how Y/n laughs at his halfhearted nudge, rolling her eyes as if to say, Is that all you’ve got? She gave him a mock glare, but it’s softened by the smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

There’s an ease between them, the kind that makes anyone watching feel like they’re intruding into something private, something special.

With the light finally turning green Lewis gestured toward the crosswalk, but Y/n made no move to start jogging again. Instead, she just stood there for a second, shaking her head with that mischievous look still on her face.

Lewis nudged her again, this time even lighter, before giving her a mock-serious look like he’s trying to get them back on track.

Y/n giggled, finally taking a step forward as they begin to cross the road, but not before throwing a playful glance over her shoulder at Lewis.

The camera zoomed in on the way he followed her with an amused smile, clearly enjoying the moment.

As they make their way across, Y/n’s pace picked up, and Lewis kept right alongside her, their matching strides making them effortlessly in sync.

The fan behind the camera sighed “Look at them. Relationship goals, for real.”

The video lingered for a few more seconds as Lewis and Y/n continued their run, their figures growing smaller against the backdrop of the coast.

Just before they disappear from view though, Lewis reached out, placing a hand on Y/n’s back for a split second as if to push her on, the two of them laughing as they ran off down the road.

The video cut out with the fan’s last words: “I swear, I don’t want it if it’s not like that.”

A stolen kiss

The celebration was electric, the kind of moment that would be burned into everyone’s memory for years to come.

Ferrari had finally done it. Lewis crossed the finish line in first place, the prancing horse charging ahead of the pack in what felt like destiny fulfilled.

The garage exploded into cheers, the pit wall erupted in a frenzy, and the grandstands painted a sea of red echoed the voices carried on the wind.

It wasn’t just another victory though. It was his first win with Ferrari—a culmination of months of hard work, adjustment, and even doubts.

The weight of expectation had been heavy, but now, standing in the aftermath of triumph, he felt lighter than air.

The team swarmed around him as he finally made his way back into the garage, hands clapping his back, smiles wide and infectious.

The sea of red uniforms buzzing with joy as they prepared for the post-race photo—Ferrari’s tradition to mark the moment with everyone who had a hand in their success.

Y/n was already there, waiting on the outskirts of the group, smiling at him with a look that carried every ounce of her pride.

He caught her eye, and for a second, the noise and chaos dimmed, leaving just the two of them locked in a gaze that said everything without needing to speak. She was beaming, a mixture of joy and awe in her eyes, and he knew that this win was as much hers as it was his.

As the photographers tried to position the team into position, Lewis found his way toward Y/n, weaving through the jubilant engineers, mechanics, and team staff, until he was beside her.

She was grinning, arms already outstretched as he pulled her into a tight hug, both of them laughing breathlessly in the whirlwind of it all.

“Your first win here” she whispered in his ear; her voice barely audible over the din of celebration. “You did it.”

“We did it” he corrected, voice low, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.

Before either of them could say anything more, a team member called out for Lewis to join the front of the photo, waving him over to stand with the trophy.

He gave Y/n a quick look, something cheeky and playful dancing in his eyes. She smile in response.

“Go on” she nudged him, gesturing toward the growing mass of Ferrari crew.

But as Lewis moved toward the group, he didn’t go far.

Instead, in one swift, practiced motion, he spun around, grabbed Y/n by the wrist, and tugged her toward him. It was quick, almost too fast to catch amid the chaos, but then—there it was.

A stolen kiss.

His lips met hers in a flash of spontaneity, right in the middle of the noise and celebration, brief yet brimming with passion.

The kind of kiss that left a spark even in its brevity, enough to draw a few cheers and whistles from the surrounding team, though most were too busy being caught up in the victory to fully take notice.

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise for a split second before she melted into it, a soft laugh escaping against his lips as her hand came up to the back of his neck. Lewis grinned against her mouth, the mischievous glint in his eyes unmistakable even in such a fleeting moment.

As quickly as it had happened, it was over. Lewis pulled away, his trademark smirk firmly in place as Y/n stood there, flushed and breathless, trying to suppress the giggle that bubbled up in her throat.

“Get in there!” someone from the team shouted shaking their head with amusement at the exchange - clearly a jab at his former team.

Lewis winked at Y/n before finally joining his team, stepping into the heart of the crowd where the Ferrari flag waved high, and the race trophy gleamed in the sunlight. He held it up, his teammates cheering louder than ever, the cameras snapping relentlessly to capture the moment in all its glory.

The celebration photo would show the entire team draped in victory, smiles wide and arms slung around each other. But if you looked close enough, tucked away in the background, you’d see it—Lewis with that telltale grin, Y/n just behind him, the traces of their stolen kiss still lingering in the soft curve of her smile.

It was a tiny moment in the grand scheme of things, almost imperceptible amid the fanfare and noise.

But for those who knew what to look for, it was impossible to miss.

Because even in the chaos of celebration, even in a moment as public as this, their love found a way to slip through the cracks—brief, stolen, but undeniable.

And that was the beauty of it.

A tender moment

The pit lane was quieter now, a contrast to the earlier chaos of the day.

Most of the crew had packed up, the cars were tucked away in the garage, and the hum of the engines had long since faded into memory. The track waiting the next day’s action, and only a few lingering souls wandered about, soaking in the calm before the storm.

Among those few, a fan stood by the barrier, camera slung around her neck, taking in the rare stillness of the circuit. She hadn’t expected to see anything interesting at this hour, not with the hustle and bustle already behind them.

But as her eyes drifted across the pit lane, she caught sight of something—a scene so simple that it stopped her in her tracks.

There, just outside the Mercedes garage, stood Lewis and Y/n. They weren’t hurried, weren’t caught up in the business of racing. No, this was different.

They were wrapped in their own little world, their bodies turned toward each other as if nothing else mattered.

Lewis had his hands loosely around Y/n’s waist, his thumbs gently rubbing circles against her sides, grounding her in their quiet corner of the pit lane. His head was tilted slightly, eyes focused entirely on her as she spoke softly to him, her words just for his ears.

There was a warmth in his expression, something tender and utterly unguarded.

He wasn’t the man under pressure, expected to perform at the highest-level day in and day out. Right now, he was simply Lewis, listening with all the care in the world to the woman he loved.

Y/n’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she spoke to him. She was leaning in just a bit, her hands resting lightly on his chest, and from a distance, it almost looked like they were swaying slightly, as if caught in their own rhythm.

Whatever she was saying though didn’t seem urgent—it was the kind of conversation that unfolded naturally, without need for resolution.

The fan watched, unnoticed, her breath catching slightly as she witnessed the way they moved together, as if the rest of the world had faded away and left only them standing in the soft glow of the overhead lights.

There was something so private about it, and yet so visible in its simplicity—an everyday moment captured in the stillness of a place built on speed and intensity.

And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Lewis leaned in. His lips brushed her temple, soft and unhurried, lingering there for just a second longer than a simple kiss.

It wasn’t meant for anyone else but her, a quiet reassurance, a silent promise. Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body relaxing into him as his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her gently into a hug.

Her hands rested against his chest, and he bent slightly to accommodate her, his mouth grazing the top of her head as he left another kiss.

Lewis shifted slightly, tightening his hold on Y/n for just a second before loosening his grip, but not letting her go.

He said something then, his voice too low to carry, but whatever it was made her laugh softly, the sound like a ripple in the still night air. She tilted her head up to look at him, and the fan could see the way her eyes lit up in response to whatever Lewis had said.

Here, late at night on the pit lane, far from the roar of engines and the scrutiny of crowds, Lewis wasn’t the global superstar. He was just a man in love, holding onto the person who made everything else fall into place.

It wasn’t the flash and dazzle of a public relationship; it was something quieter, more personal. And yet, in its tenderness, it said so much more.

The fan’s camera captured it all. And in less than an hour everyone had witnessed their moment.

A moment that was meant to be quiet, meant to be just for them, but one that also showed so much to everyone lucky enough to watch the video.

A moment that proved love wasn’t always about grand gestures or declarations.

Sometimes, it was as simple as a kiss on the temple and the way two people held each other in the stillness of the night, saying everything that needed to be said without a single word.

A playful tease

The fan video started with shaky footage as the camera panned across the crowded Vegas club, neon lights flashing to the beat of the music.

People were dancing, laughing, completely wrapped up in the energy of the night, but then the lens focused, and the camera zoomed in, capturing a familiar face standing at the edge of the VIP section.

It’s Lewis Hamilton, casually leaning against the rail, drink in hand.

He’s cool, relaxed, but there’s something else that catches the attention of the person filming. The camera shifting slightly to the right, catching a glimpse of Y/n moving through the crowd, dancing.

She’s not facing Lewis at first, but there’s no doubt she’s teasing him. The way she swayed, her body moving to the rhythm, full of that playful energy.

The camera zoomed in further, capturing the way Lewis watched her, a small smile playing on his lips. He stood there, arms crossed, amused, but anyone watching the video can tell he’s completely tuned in to her.

A few seconds into the video, Y/n spined closer, twirling just out of his reach before laughing and disappearing into the crowd again.

The fan holding the phone shifted slightly, following her movements as best they could while keeping Lewis in the shot. A few muffled voices could be heard in the background, someone saying, “That’s Hamilton, right?” and another voice chiming in, “Yeah, and that’s his girlfriend!”

Y/n circled back into view, closer to Lewis this time, brushing past him with a light touch, just enough to make him chuckle. The fan holding the camera catching the moment perfectly.

His smirk turning into a quiet laugh as he leaned down slightly, calling something out to her over the music. The camera didn’t pick up what he said, but the spark in Y/n’s eyes is clear when she looked back at him.

The person filming giggled quietly, clearly amused by the interaction, and the video cut to a new angle as the fan moved closer.

Y/n could be seen fully then, standing just in front of Lewis, dancing to the beat, a wide grin on her face. She didn’t say anything, just kept on teasing him with her moves.

Every now and then, she glanced over her shoulder, making sure he was watching – and of course, he was.

One of the fans nearby cheered her on, and the camera shook a little as the person holding it laughed, saying, “He’s down bad.”

The footage zoomed in again, focusing on the way Lewis watched Y/n with a look that was both amused and completely smitten.

Another cheer came from someone in the crowd as Y/n finally moved back toward Lewis, this time leaning her back against his chest for a second.

The scene caught perfectly—the way he smiled down at her, his hand brushing against her waist before she moved away again, still dancing.

The video blurred for a second as the fan tries to get a better shot, but when it cleared, it captures the way Y/n leaned in, her lips moving as she says something into Lewis’s ear.

The music is too loud for the camera to pick up her words, but Lewis’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with that playful light that only she could bring out of him.

“I’m so single, look at them.” someone off-camera said, and the video shook again, this time zooming out slightly to catch the whole scene—the lights, the crowd, the two of them standing in the middle of it all, lost in their own world.

At the end, Y/n spined one last time, landing in front of Lewis with a dramatic little twirl.

She laughed, throwing her arms up in the air, and Lewis taking his chance, reached out before she could escape again. His arm closing around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

Y/n let out a surprised laugh, her hands instinctively going to his arms. He leans into her, whispering something into her ear that made her smile as she tilted her head back to look at him.

The camera zoomed in once more, catching the way his fingers tighten around her waist, holding her close. It was just them—wrapped up in their moment, amid the noise of the club.

Y/n turned in his arms, facing him fully, their smiles softer as she placed her hands on his chest. The music pounding on.

The video ends as Lewis pulled her in closer, their foreheads almost touching, his lips moving as she looked into his eyes and a smirk rising up in her own lips.

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piedpiperart · 11 months

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You Could Know Me pt 2

Chapter One

Jason was regretting going to the manor this morning. For one, the whole family was dealing with the League of Assassins again. Unbeknownst to most of them, Ra’s apparently had a pretty big grudge against Tim. Jason was impressed to hear about the whole blowing up all of the league bases, but that isn’t the most important thing here.

No, the most important thing about this whole thing is that Ra’s was trying to get back at Tim, and Jason had been left with a choice to make. It was Tim, Duke and Jason facing off against an army of highly trained ninjas. Tim was injured, barely able to stand, and the rest of the bats were held up in some sort of trap downtown. Jason never did get the details on that situation.

No, Jason was too busy trying to keep Tim out of Ra’s hands. Duke, Jason’s new favorite brother, took his advice to get Tim and get out while Jason stayed to take on the ninja horde. At that point, Tim was barely conscious, but Duke was able to use the shadows to sneak away, who wouldn’t have if Tim had been able to make a coherent sentence. Jason hoped they’d gotten to the medbay and were able to figure out a way to save the others before it was too late.

As for Jason, well. He was just now waking up in one of Ra’s’ bases, who knows where, broken ribs on one side and nasty cuts all over. Possibly a concussion too, Jason amended. He took stock of himself, disappointed but not surprised to find most of his equipment gone. No body armor, lockpicks, guns or knives anywhere, much to his discomfort. At least Ra’s couldn’t take away the All Blades, Jason thought wryly.

Not long after he woke up in the cell, the doors opened. Two assassins stepped into his cell, ordering him to follow. Jason did so, grumbling in displeasure. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it out of there without his weapons. No, for now he needed to play along, gain some information. He needs to know what Ra’s plans are for Tim, and if he’d managed to capture anyone else during his adventure in Gotham.

“If it isn’t the Red Hood,”Ra’s drawled when Jason came into view. He’d been led to an absolutely massive room, and much to Jason’s terror he caught sight of a green glowing pool not too far away. “I apologize, I was not quite prepared for you.”

Jason grinned,”Upset about Red Robin foiling your plans again?”

Ra’s didn’t take the bait, instead continued. “It is of no matter. Plans can always be changed.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what Ra’s was playing at, but knew he wouldn’t like it one bit. Looking around, he noticed a few guards around the Lazarus Pits, but looked away to avoid the green glow in his vision.

“You see, I had wanted Timothy to meet a special someone, and yet, I find myself thinking that you might be a better fit for my plans,”Ra’s said chillingly, tilting his head towards the Pits.

Meet someone? Jason thought wildly, mind running through all the people closest to Ra’s. “I doubt Tim would be more willing to play your games than me,”Jason scowled.

“And yet, he is the smarter of the bunch,”Ra’s sighed wistfully in a way that made Jason want to gag,”You see, years ago, around when Timothy was born, there was another child born that caught my attention,”Before Jason could ask where the fuck this story was going, the creepy bastard continued,”I had been surveilling the Bat, as I’m sure you’re aware, when I came across information of a woman leaving a certain Gala. I thought nothing of it at the time, but nine months later she’d given birth to a small child.”

Jason’s mind raced with the possibility of another of Bruce’s bio kids, Ra’s next words made him freeze up,”Imagine my surprise when the child was not of the Bats, but of the birds.” Ra’s dropped, and Jason could barely breathe.

“You see, Miss Mary Parker had attended the gala and had a bit of a fling with the young Grayson. You know, young love is so fleeting, it was no wonder that the two were horribly intoxicated when they conceived the child. And yet, when her parents found out they had planned to use the child to blackmail billionaire Brucie Wayne.”

“For money?” Jason whispered, in complete shock that Dick had had a whole child as a teen, and the poor girl who was caught between such shitty options. And if the kid was already Tims age that meant Dick was only 16 at most when it happened. Jason felt sick.

“Naturally, I couldn’t let the Bat become distracted with this matter, at least not yet,”Ra’s smirked, catching Jason’s eye. Jason didn’t even care if he was showing his emotions on his face, this shit was horrible. He hadn’t known Dick had… Jason shook his head. He had to figure out what Ra’s game was. Freak out could come later. “So I had her and her parents killed.”

“The baby went to Miss Parker’s brother and his wife for the time being. The boy was to grow up with his aunt and uncle until I had a use for him,”Ra’s said, beginning to let out a more sadistic grin. “All the more reason for you to be here, I suppose.”

“What do you mean?” Jason drawled carefully. None of this made sense to him, especially when he was still reeling from the shock of the whole thing.

Ra’s tsked. “You had been changed by the pits, angry, destructive,”The assassin listed. “Imagine your family’s surprise when yet another family member has the same affliction.”

Jason blanched, watching as Ra’s made some sort of signal to a guard, who left the room. “You want to put the kid in the pits? And what, send him to kill his own dad?”

Ra’s looked at him with a glint in his eye. “I assure you, I have much bigger plans for the boy. For starters, I can’t allow you to leave now that you know about the boy. I can’t imagine they’d cope well with the boy’s backstory, not to mention his current situation. I bet you’d understand quite well how badly that can go, hm?”

Jason gritted his teeth. “And what? You put the kid in the pits and hope he doesn’t go insane? What’s your plan here, and why would you need me at all?”

Ra’s seemed in the mood to indulge him, and merely answered,”You’re merely here to witness the rebirth of Red Hood’s origin,”He grinned sickly, and Jason lunged for the man, only to be stopped by a total of four assassins holding him back.

At the same time, the doors at the far wall opened to reveal a small form being dragged between other assassins. Jason watched with horror as he recognized it as a kid, no older than 15 and dressed in torn and bloody civilian clothes and familiar curls on dark brown hair in between the assassins. The kid didn’t move or react at all to being dragged towards the pits, and Jason wanted to rage and run and pull the kid to safety all at once.

“Young Peter Parker was raised by his aunt and uncle, until his Uncle died by gunshot right in front of him. Quite the coincidence, no? That the Bat’s own parents succumbed to the same fate. Of course, when we retrieved him, his aunt was still protective of the boy, so she had to go as well,”Ra’s stated calmly, like he was talking about the weather. It only made Jason more angry.

Jason tuned out everything else Ra’s was saying as he struggled, gritting his teeth and watching this poor teenager get stabbed through the chest with a sword and unceremoniously tossed into the pit of glowing green water. Jason couldn’t breathe as he stared at the pools of green, surface still moving from the splash the kid made. Ra’s was going to pay for this, Jason promised himself, over and over for what seemed like hours until a scrawny pale hand breached the surface frantically.

Letting out a breath of relief and trepidation, Jason shouted at Ra’s as the small boy dragged himself out of the pool of green, coughing and sputtering. His arms were shaking from the strain of holding himself up as he retched onto the ground. Moments later, assassins grabbed hold of him again and he saw the boy go limp in their arms. Jason continued to shout at Ra’s until he was hoarse, not even comprehending what he was saying.

The rest passed in a daze of anger and fear and past memories as Jason was tossed back in the room disguised as a cell. He paced, yelling and banging on his door. He just wanted to see the kid. Peter. Dick’s son. He needed to make sure the kid was alright, to tell him none of it was his fault, to make sure he wasn’t alone when he woke up.

Jason sat against the wall with his head between his knees, trying to calm his breathing. He needed to think. If he could get out and get to Peter… He cursed, mind racing with all the stupid shit his family’s been put through and what they’d ended up putting this kid through.

Jason just hoped the kid would be okay. If he knew his family, they’d make sure of it, one way or another.

Chapter 3

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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Hi do you think you do the 4 lords reaction to finding out their GN s/o has a shadow demon that goes wherever they go and some time find the 2 of them playing board games

Hiii!! okay important note here! i decided to go a little off topic (sorry) for the purpose of a part 2 where the lord’s s/o will be an angel!! of course still gender neutral and there will be a shadow demon but the s/o will be a demon that hasn’t fully formed yet!

i’ve been really uninspired lately so this probably isn’t my best! i apologise :((

Devil or Angel? Pt.1

General HC’s

It was strange how quickly your life had changed. One morning you were just a normal villager in some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere Romania and the next day you woke up from the cold dirty ground with a pair of huge dark wings and sharp nails.

You had been exploring some of the woodlands surrounding the village, looking for a water source which was running low when a dark figure came barrelling towards you. It felt like hours, when really it was only a few seconds of sharp searing pain. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the village alone.

You didn’t die however, or maybe you did? You weren’t quite sure what was happening to your body. All you knew was it must have been something supernatural to make the huge black wings appear.

“Looks like you finally woke up! Do you know how fucking boring it is just waiting for you to wake up?”

You screamed in terror at the large demonic creature floating above you. It was surrounded by a cloud of black mist with red eyes that pierced through its silhouette. It had a large wicked smile aligned with sharp teeth and a set of wings that matched your own.

Behind those eyes was something much more human however, in fact it looked rather bored.

“Who, or what are you?! And mind that language!”

The creature only laughed at you, amused by the whole situation which bothered you beyond compare.

“Well I’m a demon, if I didn’t swear you’d probably think me an angel with these playful charms I posses! And to be more specific I’m your demon, it seems you fell prey to one of the other demons condemned to this world it’s quite the tragedy really.”

You were shocked at just how easily this creature, this demon talked to you. As if it was a completely normal morning and life in the village had not changed at all.

“Oh don’t act so shocked, you medieval villagers have been worshiping my kind for a lot longer than that Mother Miranda. You’re one of us now!”

Surprisingly over time the creature, who’d you’d nicknamed “red” for their glowing eyes, was slowly growing on you. You might even call them a friend.

Sure Red was cocky as all hell and didn’t hesitate to cause trouble amongst the village but they became very protective over you and showed you the ropes on life as a demon.

Life can get kinda boring when you’re practically immortal and so you and red pass the time playing old Romanian board games and solitaire. When village life got really boring you even stooped so low to play go fish together.

A lot of the time you cause mischief in and around the village while Red was practically the devil on your shoulder, egging you on to stir the pot. The lycans were particularly enjoyable to taunt.

Regardless of everything, you couldn’t see yourself without Red and to lose them would crush you. There had been one too many nights when you’d chat about everything and nothing until you fell asleep curled up underneath your wings.

That was when you felt a protective wing curl around you, one that wasn’t your own.

“Always gotta fall asleep on me don’t you, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll have you partying all night before you know it kiddo.”

Alcina Dimitrescu

It started out as a stupid dare when Red dared you to sneak into Castle Dimitrescu and steal the Lady’s lipstick after hearing the village gossip that it was expensive.

You did not expect however to get caught in the hallway, starting straight up into the eyes of Alcina Dimitrescu, a stuttering and blushing mess. It was something that Red would tease you for until eternity ended.

After winning her favour, both you and Red were invited to stay in the Castle with Alcina and her daughters. She thought you were much better company than her brother and her affluent but gothic lifestyle totally appealed to you.

As it turns out you and Alcina had a lot more in common, both being creatures of a supernatural nature. You enjoyed the lazy afternoons curled up on the couch, a glass of maidens blood in your hand as she gentle stroked the back of her hand against your wings.

You had the finest outfits that matched your black wings perfectly and everything was tailor made so you were comfortable.

Red taught you how to fly so you were able to use your wings to be at eye level with Alcina which was perfect for hugs and kisses.

It turns out that Red is a great babysitter for the girls and keeps them entertained with hunting maidens and chasing them around the Castle while you and Alcina can spend some time together.

Donna Beneveinto

At first, Donna is truly scared of you and Red much like how you were in the beginning. But eventually, with the help of Angie she saw that you were not going to harm her.

You loved to spend time with Donna and watch her make her dolls or sew her dresses. Sometimes Red will come back with Angie from a day of causing trouble to find you reading to her another encyclopaedia of plants. Her head is resting on your chest and your wings are wrapped around her protectively while you read.

Your favourite thing to do together is to take Donna into your arms and fly to the top of the mountain where the waterfall begins and watch the sunset together. She’ll always have a deathly grip on your hand the whole time even though you’ve reassured her that you’d never drop her.

One time when you leaned in and gave her a kiss, a rather loud noise was heard from the corner and interrupted you.

“EWWW you guys are too cute!! All that lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick!”

Red is standing to the side with Angie on their shoulder who is sitting there making her own dramatic faces. One of Angie’s wooden hands covers Red’s eyes while the other is held on her forehead as if the kiss was enough to kill her.

Besides from their comment both Angie and Red act like your wing man for your relationship with Donna. They absolutely love you two together and have set up many dates for the two of you.

Salvatore Moreau

You meet Salvatore Moreau one day when you’re at the reservoir playing hide and seek in the near by mines with Red.

As it’s your turn to hide you end up ducking between some planks to find a tv set up and a small couch. Sitting in the middle of it happens to be someone you now know as Sal.

He thought you were going to kill him at first, hiding his face in his hands but very slowly after some months he saw that you weren’t a threat.

Over this time trying to convince Sal that you weren’t going to hurt him and trying to spend more time with him, Red took the opportunity to tease you for your crush.

“I think someone’s in got a little crush hmm??”

Eventually you become very close with Sal and the two of you will playfully chase each other at the reservoir. Sal will swim just below the surface while you fly just above it and your fingers brush together just where the water meets the air.

One time when you were chasing Red around the rooftops of the old village, you slipped and fell into the water, something that your large feathery wings did not enjoy and Red had to pull you out.

You ended up bundled on the couch with Sal, a bunch of blankets around you as your wings dried out. It took forever and you ended up a giant bundle of fluffy feathers but Sal thought you looked adorable.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl caught you and Red taunting the lycans when he went to check on them at their den one day. At the site of you two he raised an eyebrow and proceeded to light a cigar.

“I think you two may be lost, don’t you know it’s dangerous out here?”

You can hear the sarcasm in his voice and you spread your wings out to be intimidating, Red’s black mist behind you adding to it.

“Indeed it is very dangerous out here, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

It was then when the three of you burst into a fit of laughter knowing that you were the strongest creatures in these woods and nothing could really hurt either of you.

Both you and Karl had a mischievous side and spent a lot of time causing trouble for his sister in her Castle.

It was fun to spend time with Karl and you both grew rather close. He even trusted you enough to let you help him on some of his plans and designs.

Red was particularly fond of the idea of killing Mother Miranda.

“Ooh when she’s gone can I have my picture put back up?! Pretty please!”

Karl designed his soldats with a red glowing chest plate that reminded him of your red glowing eyes which now matched Red’s.

While Karl will deny it forever, he’s completely in awe of you and finds you absolutely breathtaking. He can’t get over how soft your wings are and always cuddles up to you complaining that it’s cold even though it’s sweltering hot in the factory.

One day Karl took you by surprise and kissed you gently but with a degree of confidence which took him months to find. You melted into him and wrapped your arms around him securely, completely forgetting Red who’s hovering in the room.

“Guys I hate to break it to you but I’m kinda third wheeling here…”

Needless to say, Red third wheeled a lot and ended up befriend Sturm as an alternative to watching you guys make out.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #resident evil village #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil #asks #prompt

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the-enthusiastic-squid · 3 years

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My favorite episode for some podcasts I listen to, for no reason other than it’s my blog and I can do what I want with it:

Wolf 359- Am I Alone Now? (Ep 11)

There’s a bunch of amazing wolf 359 episodes. I could’ve put Dirty Work, Securitié, Change of Mind, Memoria, or any of the other episodes of this frankly phenomenal show. But Am I Alone Now? There’s no plot, it’s just our s1 crew reminiscing over their current situation.

But it is possibly the best moment of character for our cast, and the production quality is next-level amazing for a show that already sounds amazing. The soundtrack, especially for Hera’s section, is one of the most gorgeous pieces of music ever written (thanks to Alan Rodi). It’s one of the only podcast episodes to have music that was written to be part of the story. It builds with the monologues, and changes genre for each of our characters. Bravo to Kinda Evil Genuis for one hell of an episode (especially so early into the series!)

Welcome To Night Vale: Triptych (ep 73)

Another show that has straight up iconic episodes like Old Oak Doors, Toast, One Year Later, or Glow Cloud. Triptych comes well after the StrexCorp arc has been resolved, and paints the whole thing in a very different light. I have never had a character flip from one I despised to one of my favorites as fast as Kevin did after this episode. It is the hardest-hitting episode emotionally speaking, compounded by the perfect weather- “The Heroine” by Unwoman. It never fails to make me cry, and is a great example of how a little bit of backstory can completely shift your perception of a character.

Unwell: Hark (s3, ep 5)

This episode absolutely wrecked me emotionally. So many of the podcasts I listen to have supernatural or fantastic elements to them so every situation has an air of disbelief to it. But having somebody you care about dissociate and become distraught and feeling like there is nothing you can do to help them? That’s scary realistic and hits close to home for many people.

Archive 81: The Golden Age (pt 1 and 2)

These episodes are incredible in their writing, sound design, and structure. Archive 81 is already a show that sounds incredible, but taking a show set and written in modern day and modifying it to sound like a classic radio program? Genius. The gradual corruption of the play and creeping unease are also fantastic. And how it introduces the concept of rituals by tying it with the creation of Dromen? Brilliant way to join up the vastly different second and third seasons. What a sexy couple of episodes.

Penumbra podcast, Juno verse: Juno Steel and the Heart Of It All (s3 ep 17/18)

Not gonna lie, I almost put Man In Glass for Juno’s ballgown alone. This episode dissected a character that has been shown to be in control and unshakable, while also providing exciting plot development and some of the best background character moments. Plus, Buddy is so much fun and her narrating makes for a very engaging episode. It also gave us the most nerve wracking cliffhanger ever conceived. Other honorable mentions include Monster’s Reflection, Train to Nowhere, and Soul of the People (but let’s be honest every episode of Juno is amazing).

Penumbra Podcast, Second citadel: The Frozen King of Flame (holiday special)

Sir Angelo is my favorite character and the dynamic between him and Sir Caroline is never better than in this episode. We Stan Sir Angelo’s unbreakable positivity and Sir Caroline sticking up for Angelo. Plus, this episode gave us a bunch of hup hup hup hups and Angelo’s family, who are delightful people in every way, shape, and form.

Not included but still excellent shows with enough episodes to justify this post:

Hello from the Hallowoods: I’ve only heard each episode once and it deserves a relisten before I figure out which ones I like best

The Magnus Archives: currently planning on a ranking of all episodes. Plus I have like 10 favorites at the moment and haven’t figured out which one I like best yet

The Bright Sessions: my instinct says to list the safehouse episode as my favorite, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard that show and all the episodes deserve equal chance.

#w359 #wtnv #unwell podcast #archive 81 #a81 #wolf 359 #unwell #tpp #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #Juno steel #tma #the magnus archives #hello from the hallowoods #bright sessions

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exosmutfactory · 3 years

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Six Phases FINALE Pt 2

Originally posted by tipannies

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N: Let’s give Riley the ending she deserves 💗

[ contains: smut & fluff~]

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Tonight is a special occasion, one that requires the most lethal of dresses that I own. A dress I always had my eye on yet never dared to take out from the back of my closet. I could never find the right time to wear it—until now. Because tonight, oh tonight… I have a date with Baekhyun.

I pull up the spaghetti straps of my wine colored dress, making sure that the criss-cross stripes of fabric in the front are straight. This dress is definitely too cold for the first week of December, but that's what winter coats are for. For now, I will turn side to side to admire how the bodycon shape fits well with the cutout section exposing my stomach. Party in the front and business in the back.

Straightening the last strand of my hair, I smile when my phone lights up with a notification, knowing full well who it is. His cute usage of emojis visible on the screen tells me all that I need to know. Chuckling to myself, I set down my flatiron and reply to him.

Baekhyun planned a date at his apartment tonight, subtly dropping a hint about what I should wear. Mmhm, this isn't a t-shirt and sweatpants event. Based on the new black blazer in the back of his adorable selfie that he sent me the other day when he asked me out, I got a good idea of what I'm getting myself into.

Humming to myself, I check my reflection one last time and grab my keys before heading out. Let's see which shade of Baekhyun is awaiting me today.

Strutting my way to the elevator in my rose gold heels, I smile at my neighbor when she steps out onto our floor, whistling at my choice of attire. She winks at me as the doors close. Chuckling, I check my phone one last time, typing a quick reply to Sehun with my French tip nails letting him know that I'm okay. We've made a point to catch up with each other at the end of every week, whether face to face or over the phone. Unfortunately, I have plans tonight… and maybe tomorrow too. And the day after that.

Smirking, I repocket my phone and wrap my fluffy coat tighter around me, waving to the security guard while making my way out of the building. The bite of the December air is refreshing for my skin, the heat packed into my coat leaves me slightly too warm otherwise. I look both ways before crossing the parking lot, staying aware of my surroundings. The last thing I need is any drama from a careless driver or lurking thief in the streets. These heels are too expensive to break off into someone's ass for making me late.

My car unlocks with a familiar chirp, its headlights coming on while I walk around to the driver's side. Taking one last glance at the world around me and my back seat, I climb inside and set my purse down on the passenger's side. My phone vibrates just as I start the engine, buzzing faintly against the soft R&B CD playing on my radio. With a small smile, I check my rearview mirror and pull out onto the road.

I hum along to the first track, wondering if a UN Village actually exists while navigating to Baekhyun's apartment. The Christmas lights set up on the light poles in advance bring another smile to my face. Something about this time of year always sits right with me.

Before I know it, I'm pulling into a parking space at his apartment complex, waiting for the powerful vocals of the 6th song on the album to fade away. Sighing a little, I lean back in my seat, sweeping my eyes over the parking lot as the windows start to fog up. Who would have thought that I'd be back here nearly a year later? With warmth in my heart and a certain silver haired, idiotic yet adorable man on my mind.

"I love you," I mumble shyly, holding eye contact despite my heated cheeks and racing heart.

His whole face lights up with his smile, sparkly brown eyes outshining all the stars in the sky as he cups my cheeks in his warm palms. "I love you more."

Stepping out of my car, I pick up my purse and head inside, sharing a knowing look with the familiar security guard on my way to the elevators. It feels so good to be back, the year-long bad memories vanishing with every step I take. To my home—to my heart. The man my heart calls out for like a rescued fish returning to sea.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach when I arrive on his floor, taking my time to walk down the brightly lit hallway. I wonder what is in store for me tonight. After all, when it comes to Baekhyun, anything can be awaiting me on the other side of that door. Possibilities are endless.

Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, smiling softly when it opens seconds later only for my jaw to drop to the floor.

Baekhyun... with his silver hair parted to the side, wearing fucking brown eyeshadow. That new black blazer of his has buttons on the ends of the sleeves, sitting perfectly on his broad shoulders. But the real sight to behold is lower down on his body, starting from his half-buttoned black shirt showing his honey-toned chest. That view alone could send a woman into a coma, but then he had to tuck his shirt into a pair of snug leather pants. The belt around his hips shows off the curves of his waist and those damn black heeled boots are back again.

I don't even care that he can see me practically drooling—I already know what's on my menu for tonight.

"Hey," He smiles charmingly, taking my breath away.

I take a moment to compose myself, peeking at him from under my eyelashes with a smile of my own. "Hi, B."

His eyes and smile soften. "Come in, it's cold out." He steps aside to let me in, closing the door behind me.

Humming softly, I relish in his alluring cinnamon scent. "Not really," I mumble distractedly, thinking of how much warmer I feel at the sight of him while he helps me take off my coat. The way his breath hitches has a smirk quirking at my red painted lips. "What are we having tonight?" I inquire, glancing over my shoulder at him.

Baekhyun's eyes immediately shoot up to mine. "D-Dinner," He coughs, trying to cover up his flushed face behind his hand.

"Oooo," I walk further into the apartment, following the spicy aroma of food and making my way to the kitchen. "Okay. What did you order in?"

"Actually," Baekhyun's citrus shampoo floats in the air when I reach the doorway, staring at the set table with wide eyes. "I made it myself," He mumbles shyly, the cool plastic of the flower pinned to his blazer brushing against my back.

"Holy shit…" It's a fucking feast. Fresh salad, crunchy garlic bread, and the most appetizing platter of spaghetti that I've ever seen in my life. Not only that, the single-lit candle in the middle of the table has my heart and below squeezing in earnest. This cheeky little hopeless romantic.

"The meat is turkey-based," Baekhyun perks up after a few moments, walking around to place used pots and pans in the sink. Busying his fidgety hands with moving everything off of the counter. "I bought hot sauce but didn't put much because I didn't know if you'd like it spicy or not."

Walking further into the room, I rest my hand on the back of a chair, watching him with a lick of my lips.

Baekhyun continues occupying himself with everything in the kitchen, not even noticing when I slowly approach him. "The toast is on the softer side and I have some sweet tomatoes in the fridge-"

Fuck it.

I grab him by his jacket when he turns around, tugging on him so hard that a few buttons pop off and scatter around on the floor.

Baekhyun gasps, stumbling a little before bracing his hands on the surface behind me, the dishes on the dining table rattling under our joined weight. "Riley-"

I smash my lips to his, kissing him with fervor, backing him up until his back presses against the counter. I'm relentless with tugging and biting down on his bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth. He moans right into my mouth when I part his lips, sucking hard on his tongue.

The audible smack of our messy kiss echoes around the walls of his apartment, steadily building up tension in my stomach and the ache between my legs. Baekhyun softly huffs and puffs for air after a few minutes, pulling back to catch his breath with rosy, lipstick-smeared lips. "D-Dinner-"

"I'd rather eat something else," I utter lowly, rubbing my hand down his chest. My eyes flicker back up to his wide orbs just in time to catch him gulping, his warm brown eyes darkening significantly.

He looks at me for a long moment, hesitation vivid in his body language. I step closer, cupping his cheek before pressing my lips to his, gently coaxing his soft lips to dance with mine. Baekhyun takes a deep breath before wrapping his arms around me, the caress of his hands over my exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

This, I muse, shivering in delight when my body is fully pressed against his, is what has been missing.

He grows more daring the longer our lips lock, his warm hands sliding up the back of my thighs and venturing under my dress, bunching up the fabric. His fingertips teasingly slipping between my thighs has my pussy quivering, my own palms tugging on his tucked in shirt to feel more of his skin. Baekhyun grips my ass before spinning us around, hoisting me up onto the counter while I tangle my hand in his hair, my lips still glued to his. I moan when his fingers land on my clothed core, welcoming him between my parted legs.

"You're so wet," He breathes, a look of awe on his face. Sweat is already dripping down from the edges of his hairline, casting his skin in a dewy glow under the dancing candle lights.

"I'm not the only one," I murmur, tapping the back of my fingers on the bulge in his snug pants.

Baekhyun groans, pulling me into another kiss, making me gasp when he tugs me closer to the edge of the counter, his hardon right against my heated core. I shiver, wanting to widen my legs and close them at the same time when he rolls his hips, the thin fabric of my lace thong doing nothing to conceal his erection from my throbbing clit.

Our loud moans and sloppy kisses fill the air, the temperature rising in the room with every roll of his talented hips. I tighten my grip on his hair, gritting my teeth to hold back the tension building between my legs. 11 months has been way too long for me to not be intimate with someone like this, but looking up at Baekhyun's already fucked out face, I wouldn't have it any other way.

With shaky hands and quivering legs, I reach down to undo Baekhyun's belt, flinging it out of my way before pulling his zipper down. My hand slips a few times when he moves my thong to the side, sliding his middle finger into my greedy core.

"Ah…" I pant, tilting my head back as he trails searing kisses down my neck. "Fuck." The feeling of him inside of me after so long has me squeezing my thighs around his waist, fighting the wave threatening to fall over me when he finds my sweet spot immediately.

"So good for me," He murmurs, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. He slips in another finger when I finally pull his cock out of his boxers, swirling my fingers around his tip and stroking him in my firm grip. We speed up as we pant into each other's mouths, too turned on and drowned in pleasure to keep up with our kiss.

"Fuck, baby." He pulls back, cheeks flushed a pretty red hue, "C-condom-"

"No time for that." I shake my head, digging my heels into his lower back only to pause, narrowing my eyes at him. "Unless-"

He shut me up with a kiss this time. "No." He murmurs, meeting my eyes, his firm grip tightening on my hips. "No one else but you."

I am surprised by his answer, but I just nod, letting him continue. I might not be able to read Baekhyun like a book as he says I do, but I know he doesn't fuck around when it comes to his health. Let alone when it concerns the pretty, thick dick he has. Brushing his hair away to look into his eyes, I part my lips only for my breath to hitch, blushing at the feeling of him aligning his cock with my entrance.

"May I?" He murmurs, resting his forehead on mine.

The annoying throb between my legs has me clenching my teeth. "If you don't-" I gasp, clutching onto his shoulders as he slides in to the hilt. The burn of him inside me after so long is more than I expected.

Baekhyun pauses to let me adjust, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips that just makes me spasm around him. A gasp escapes him in turn, his slender fingers digging into the soft swell of my hips. "Easy, baby." He strains, voice deepened in lust.

"Easy for you to say," I grumble through gritted teeth, my back arching when he circles his hips. He presses flush against my goosebump-covered skin, giving me warmth as he starts up a comfortable rhythm, spreading my legs as far as the counter will allow. I can't help but gulp, leaning back against my braced palms. Just the view of his stunning body fully dressed beside his unzipped leather pants is messing with my head, let alone his cock pressing every spot within my walls that drives me insane.

Baekhyun pulls out, and before I can say anything, I hear his knees hitting the floor. Silver locks of hairbrush against my inner thighs moments before warm, wet sensation brushes against my clit.

"Mmm," He moans, tightening his grip on my thighs when I jolt. He pulls me even closer to the edge of the counter, placing my legs over his shoulders, "Come here."

All I can manage to do is tangle my fingers in his luscious locks. Hopefully they are strong enough to sustain my knee-jerking tugs when he drags his lips over my core, sticking his tongue into my hole and taking my folds between his lips. Baekhyun is just… gentle, slurping and smacking his lips against my throbbing core without a care. He's taking his time down there as if he has all the time in the world. I feel bad for my arousal dripping onto the counter and all over his chin—it's embarrassing, but it's never been this… this good.

"So sweet," He murmurs, sliding his warm palms up my waist.

Trying my best not to succumb to the coil in my stomach, I risk a glance down at him. The sight of his tongue poking out from between his coated lips to caress my swollen nub in the gentlest of ways has me tensing up—even more so when his brown eyes flicker up to meet mine.

"Baekhyun." I pant, tugging harder on his hair.

"Come on," He breathes, gripping my hips when I start to tremble.

"B-Baekhyun." It takes everything in me to hold on, bracing myself against the counter. "I want you inside…" I throw my head back when he slips a finger inside, quickly followed by another.

"Give it to me." He demands, so softly in an airy tone, his breath hitching at a particularly hard tug on his roots. He's damn near pleading for it and it's driving me crazy. "Come all over my face, baby."

Yeah, there's no winning this fight. With his lewd words and soft lips wrapping tight around my clit, rolling it around inside of his mouth with his tongue, that's it. Game over. How I managed this long without falling over the edge by the works of his mouth is a mystery within itself.

Baekhyun doesn't stop humming and massaging my clit with his lips until I softly push his head away, closing my shaking legs. He stands back up, sliding his hands up my thighs and leaning in for a kiss. It's different from the others we've shared tonight, filled with a certain hint of gentleness and love that matches the yearning and adoration in his sparkly brown eyes.

"Fuck, Riley." Baekhyun pulls back, cock twitching in my hand when I rotate my wrist. He cards a hand through his hair, chuckling in disbelief. "You are driving me crazy."

"Yeah?" I drawl, wrapping my thighs around his waist. "Come show me crazy."

"I'm not gonna last…" He admits, looking worried.

"How long do you plan on loving me, Byun Baekhyun?" I demand, tucking my index finger under his chin for him to face me.

Baekhyun's eyes dance like shimmering orbs of light. "Until my last dying breath."

"Well," I breathe, butterflies fluttering my stomach when his words settle in. "I'm sure we can fit in plenty of rounds until then."

The sweetest smile forms on his handsome face before his brows knit together, biting his bottom lip when I pull him back inside, digging my heels into his back.

"Don't hold back," I whisper into his ear, brushing my lips over his neck. Baekhyun takes a shaky breath, pulling away until only his tip is in my sensitive core. The bruising grip he has on my hips is the only warning I get before he plunges back inside.

Baekhyun doesn't hold back in the slightest. He sets a fast, near brutal pace, lifting my hips to slam inside of me at an angle that has me screaming his name, clinging onto his clothed shoulders for dear life.

"Fuck, baby." He groans, his steady rhythm taking on sloppy, shallow thrusts. The squelch of our joined bodies stirs up an unexpected heat in me. "I'm gonna-"

"Yeah," I breathe, locking my legs around the back of his trembling thighs. My heart and pussy clench in earnest at the expression on his face.

Baekhyun pants, sweat dripping down his forehead and falling off of his jaw. The flap of his jacket exposing his chest with his shaky movements. "Can I-"

I lick the salty sweat from his heated skin, sucking harshly where his collarbone meets his gorgeous neck. "Inside me, B."

He groans the loudest one of the night, hiding his face in my neck as he pounds into me. His cum spills deep inside, hot and messy. The warmth of it triggers my own release. I have to bite down on his shoulder to contain the uncontrollably loud moan that's ripped from my throat with his final gentle thrusts.

Baekhyun slows down to a stop, his chest flushed to mine while we try to regain our breath. The smell of sweat and sex permeating the air has me giggling breathlessly, running my fingers through his damp hair.

"Fuck—baby," He mutters, hurrying to pull out. "Your dress."

"It's-" I moan, biting my lip when he slides his fingers back in.

"Where's a towel," He frantically looks around, the most comically concerned expression on his handsome, dewy face. "There it is! Ah, it's too far away... I'm sorry, baby-" He stops when I wrap my hand around his wrist, slipping his cum covered fingers between my lips.

"Take it off of me," I whisper, staring right into his dilated eyes.

"You'll be cold," He murmurs, looking between my eyes and my mouth sucking on his fingertips.

"Then warm me up," I purr, wrapping my thighs back around his waist.

Baekhyun's jaw drops, his cock already stirring against me. I reach down to take him into my hand, rubbing my fingers around his tip. "You'll be the death of me." He groans, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling me into a searing kiss.

Hours later, we're curled up in bed. My head on his pillow with his hands in my hair.

"W-Will you stay the night?" Baekhyun whispers, brown eyes no longer showing signs of tiredness.

I smile, completely in love with this new side of him. Baekhyun, in all that he is, is the most beautiful man in the world. "Of course, baby," I murmur, tracing random shapes on his honey skin.

He perks up with the most beautiful smile growing on his face, gently pulling me closer until my head rests on his chest, his fast-beating heart a dead giveaway to how happy he is. I kiss over his heart, looking up into his shimmering brown pools of love. Is he...? Gently swiping my finger under his eye has a tear falling down his cheek. And another. And another…

"You mean everything to me," He breathes, arms and legs tangled so much with mine I don't know where he ends and I begin.

I smile, falling asleep to the beat of his steady heart and the security of his warm arms. "You mean the world to me."

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Time goes by so fast when you're happy and in love, turning even your hardest days into nights that you want to remember. Just having that person you love the most by your side, through thick and thin, for better or for worse, makes all the difference in the world.

—The only downside is how agonizing time passes when you are apart.

I pop my bubble gum with my chin resting in my palm, humming and tapping my pen on my desk. After catching up on a day's worth of paperwork, (blame my procrastination… and spending the weekend at Baekhyun's,) I'm bored, impatiently waiting for noon. There's only one way to fix this mood before I'm in a slump for the rest of the day, and looking at the home screen of my phone, I plan to arrange that very soon.

As soon as 12:00 pops up on the clock, I tap the first number on my speed dial, pressing my ringing phone to my ear.

"Hello?" His honey-smooth voice flutters over the line.

"Baekhyun." I apply a fresh layer of lip gloss to my lips, tucking away my hair to make sure my diamond earrings don't get tangled. "Are you free for lunch?"

"Yeah." He mumbles distractedly, shuffling papers filter through the call before a door shuts.

"Come over." I demand, hanging up. Pushing back from my desk, I walk over to my vanity table, straightening out my black lace, sleeveless bra from under my robe. It's mid-Spring again, already hot enough to wake me up in the middle of the night when I don't sleep with my fan on. The perfect excuse for what I have planned for my "week off" of work. I don't care how many business meetings I have to host from the comfort of my own home.

The doorbell rings just as I'm smoothing down my hair, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror. I make my way out of my bedroom and into the living room, pulling the door open with haste.

Baekhyun stands on the other side with wide, frantic eyes, dressed impeccably in a black suit with his slicked back silver hair the slightest bit ruffled. "Riley, what-"

I yank him inside, crashing my lips to his, pressing his body to the door before it slams shut. His scent surrounds me in seconds, vanilla-scented clothes with traces of smoke. The rich citrus of his soft hair and the hint of musk on his skin from a long day of work. My hands are undoing his tucked in shirt before he can get a word in.

"Riley." He grunts, holding me close as I trail messy kisses down his gorgeous neck. I walk backwards to the couch, toppling onto it with him following me.

"How long before your next meeting?" I murmur, pulling him closer by his tie.

Baekhyun visibly gulps, brown eyes darkening significantly before they flicker back up to mine. "They'll survive." He chuckles, licking his lips, leaning in for another frenzied kiss.

Yeah, Baekhyun wasn't kidding about him being a workaholic—which I already knew, but damn if it isn't annoying sometimes. He's more busy stressing over the new designs for his clothing line than helping me plan his 27th birthday party. All my subtle questions to find out what he would want have been futile. It's just been him typing on that damn computer of his for hours.

I go around spraying the plants in his office, talking sweetly to each of them to make sure they get enough Co2. Their droopy leaves need some perking up with the sheer amount of gloom coming off of Baekhyun's furiously typing form.

He abruptly stops, sighing loudly for the 100th time today. "I should give up."

"Nooo," I pout, walking behind his chair to wrap my arms around his neck, taking a small peek at the rough sketches on his computer. " Keep going, don't give up now."

Baekhyun smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. "What do you know about that, hmm?"

"A bit." I smile softly, lightly resting my head on his. "Things may seem shaky now. Just out of reach. No longer within your control." Twirling his hair around my finger, I smile to myself. "But that's okay, it means you are being challenged. And a challenge conquered to the best of your abilities will do you a lot of good." I close my eyes, basking in his presence and comforting scent. "So keep going, you'll never know what you are capable of until you reach the end."

My eyes snap open when Baekhyun suddenly spins around, staring up at me with wide, teary brown eyes. "B-" I wheeze, not expecting him to pull me into his arms, hugging me like a lifeline. "Baekhyun…?" I try again, growing alarmed when his tears wet the front of my shirt.

He only holds me tighter in response, his chest silently heaving against mine. I slowly wrap my arms around him and gently tangle my fingers in his hair, pressing a kiss to his ear.

He's adorable, in every way, shape, and form. Ugh, I'm going to end up in a love-induced coma one day with the way my heartbeat always skips when I'm around him. No matter if I'm meeting him for lunch or if he comes to work across from me at my desk when I'm chasing deadlines, I wouldn't change a thing for the world.

—Except maybe his sense of timing things.

I startle awake, clutching my racing heart with unsteady breathing. The details of my nightmare slowly fade away, but it does little to calm me down. Feeling a sense of urgency, I clumsily search around for my phone. I'll text Baekhyun; I need to make sure he is okay.

My eyes squint at the bright screen of my phone, not expecting to check it in the middle of the night, let alone the notification I find there.

Baekhyunee💘💕🥺💓😘

Thursday, 2:34 am

Riley

Hlep

I nee d u

I fly out of bed like a bat out of hell, rushing over to his apartment, nearly hitting three pedestrians on the way. Parking hazardly in the first empty parking spot I find before jumping out and all but running to the fourth floor. I pound on his door loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood until he opens up, revealing bloodshot eyes and a can of beer in his hand.

"Baekhyun, what's wrong?" I pant, resting my hands on my knees and frantically looking him over. He mumbles something unintelligible under his breath. "What?" I demand, trying to catch my breath.

"I-I just..." He mumbles sluggishly, slouching his shoulders with sadness in his puppy eyes. "I just miss you."

My frantic heart softens. "Get inside and sit down." I demand, pressing a kiss to his cheek before closing the door.

I love this man so fucking much. Even if he annoyingly wakes me up sometimes at 2 to 3 am, I'd run over to his place with my baggy pants and sleeping cap in a heartbeat.

•••

June rolls back around before I know it. This time, however, I plan to decline Jongin's offer to participate in the dance competition again. But to my uttermost surprise, he'll be taking Kyungsoo instead. For tap dancing.

???

Just how multi-talented is Baekhyun's group of friends? Spare me some of that energy, please?

Speaking of friends, Chanyeol's tall figure invited us over to his house today, the mansion that he used to share with Baekhyun and Jongdae.

—I have a grudge against him right now though because he literally called Baekhyun in the middle of the night to challenge him to some video game duel. The comical way his face changed when he saw me glaring at him from the corner of their video call though. By the end of their conversation, an invite was extended to me and Sehun too. It's "best friends" night, and boy do I have a lesson for Park Chanyeol. Lesson one: never underestimate a woman on a mission. In work, life, or on the playing field.

"Damn, man," I mumble, looking wide eyed at the huge flat screen TV and various game consoles around the room. "Leave you alone with the mansion for 2 years and you stocked up your mancave to the finest degree."

Chanyeol flicks a few buttons on the wall next to the door that dims the lights, letting the bright TV and a few arcade games illuminate the room. Baekhyun's eyes twinkle brighter than anything else in the spacious room. He goes over to chat with Chanyeol while I stand in the doorway with Sehun.

"Hey," I whisper, nudging him. "Remember when you used to stream your games back in the day? And the pink hair?"

"Oh yeah." Sehun chuckles while I notice Chanyeol perk up out of the corner of my eye. "I had a setup similar to this back at home." He stuffs his hands in his pockets, taking another look around. "Less impressive though," He mutters, crinkling his nose.

Chanyeol quickly walks over. "Number one victory royale?" He asks, eyes wide. "King of the south-bound?"

"Moisty mire extraordinaire...?" Sehun inquires, eyes widening as well.

Chanyeol stares him down for a long, hard minute, and then raises his hand. "Truce?"

Sehun smirks, gripping Chanyeol's hand firmly in his. "Truce."

I blink, more than confused. Baekhyun catches my eye and just winks.

Originally posted by exo-stentialism

I'm having a huge dilemma—no, a midlife crisis. All hell is about to break loose and I'll be in the center of it.

Baekhyun asked me out on a date—I know, I know, listen!

He asked me out on a date… with barely any hints on what to wear.

He didn't say, "wear whatever you want," when I called him earlier. He told me to, "wear something nice."

Nice?! Nice. That's all I got while he remained tight-lipped about his own outfit. At least give me a color, man!!!

So, here I am, swiping clothes left and right in my closet like a madwoman until my eyes land on the perfect dress. One of sheer beauty and elegance.

A white, off the shoulder, hollowed out strapless mini dress with floral patterns from start to finish. The sleeves are made completely out of lace, the ends resting beautifully on the back of my hand. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, keeping my makeup light, only focused on enhancing my features. My phone buzzes just as I recap my eyeliner.

Your chariot awaits.

Giggling, I quickly type up a reply, tucking my phone into my clutch while wondering what this 'chariot' could be. Baekhyun sure does fancy using these cheesy words lately it seems.

Strutting down to the parking lot as gracefully as this dress will allow, I feel thankful for the warm summer night air. Bugs and I, when I'm wearing a dress like this, I need all the warmth I can get.

A blue jeep pulls up and honks at me, confusing me for a second because it isn't Baekhyun's Audi until they roll the passenger window down, revealing Jongdae's ever-bored face.

I blink a few times. "...What kind of low budget uber is this?"

"Yah!" Chanyeol loudly protests, barely overpowering Jongdae's rambunctious laughter. He glares at the brunet clutching his stomach.

"Hop in, Cinderella." Jongdae chuckles as the car doors unlock.

I carefully climb into the back seat, readjusting the hem of my dress.

"Someone got all dolled up tonight." Jongdae grins, shooting a teasing look back at me.

"Ubers don't talk much, Dae." I point out, watching the city lights fly by while Chanyeol pulls off and navigates us down barely familiar roadways. "Where are we going?"

Chanyeol meets my eye in the rearview mirror. "Where do you think?"

"If I didn't have your mother's number on my speed dial I'd call the police, Park," I grumble, resting my elbow on the car door and my chin in my palm. Jongdae's laughter quirks a smile on my lips while Chanyeol continues driving with furrowed brows and a grumpy frown on his face.

After a while of speeding cars and the radio quietly playing, a certain blue building catches my eye. "Where are we?" I perk up, my eyes widening at a sign in the distance. "Is this...?"

"UN Village," Jongdae supplies.

"Step on the gas, Yeol."

"I-I'm not sure you want to do that, Riley." Jongdae tries to diffuse the situation, his weary features flickering over to the competitive expression forming on Chanyeol's face. "You could get motion sickness and-"

"I thought you were the fastest on the road, Yeol," I fake pout, subtly making sure my seatbelt is secure. "I guess I was wrong."

"Oh yeah?" The tall oaf counters, bursting for a challenge at this point.

"Riley," Jongdae tries again when Chanyeol sits up straighter, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Don't-"

I curl my lips up into a shameless, cheshire cat grin. "Betcha."

My back thuds against the seat when he accelerates. Chanyeol weaves in and out between other vehicles on the road like no one's business. Thankfully the traffic is light tonight and we are taking a lot of unpopular backroads. Heaven knows what would happen if he did this in the heart of Seoul.

Jongdae holds onto the passenger car door and the back of Chanyeol's seat for dear life, the reflection of him in the mirror looking a little green against the bright city lights. By the time Chanyeol slows to a stop, he's leaning his arm across the dashboard, tucking his head between his knees.

"Never," He croaks out, gasping for air. "Again."

Chanyeol's triumphant smirk has me holding back a giggle. I direct my eyes out the window to avoid Jongdae's disgruntled glare.

"Ha! You call that fast?" I grin, hopping out of the car on wobbly legs. "My Grandma can drive better than that."

"Riley," Jongdae pipes up weakly, holding his stomach while Chanyeol's nostrils flare, big brown eyes ablazed. "Don't encourage him, he isn't your ride home."

I begin to rebuke, but pause, noticing an odd building in the distance. "What the…" It's a giant white structure with a curved entrance, another one of those intricate places that the Hannam-dong architects must have loved to build here. "What kind of building is that?"

"Keep walking," Chanyeol nods, gesturing to the long walkway between the tall walls. "You'll see."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, making me nervous for a moment, but the good gut feeling I get from looking between both their expressive eyes encourages me to move forward. "Thanks for the ride, Yeol," I say softly, patting his jeep before taking a few steps back. Smirking mischievously over at Jongdae. "Sorry for making you lose your lunch, Dae."

He waves me off with a fake annoyed expression, not able to hide the curl of his little smile.

I spin around on my heels, walking through the entrance between the two curved walls. The clicks of my heels on the pavement is the only sound I hear. Following the uneven path, I crinkle my nose, wondering what the hell Baekhyun is up to this time. Got me out here walking down curved pathways in the dark.

Well, apparently the building curls all the way around to a see-through door in the middle, but that isn't what makes me stop in my tracks. It's that flash of familiar silver hair.

Baekhyun leans against the wall with his silver hair parted in the middle, twinkling under the bright lights. Wearing a white blazer, a white t-shirt and silver leather pants. The metal of his belt catches the light along with the rings on his fingers and accessory necklaces adorning his neck.

I snap my jaw shut, making my way over to him. "Baekhyun…"

He smiles warmly, little strands of hair dangling in his eyes in the most handsome way. "Hey."

"Hi," I whisper. "You look…" Eyeing him from head to toe—to those damn sexy heeled boots, I'm at a loss for words. "Wow."

Baekhyun chuckles, moving off of the wall to walk closer to me, taking me by the hand. "You look beautiful as well," He murmurs, kissing every knuckle on the back of my hand.

I feel my face heat up all the way up to my ears. I've only been out here with him for 5 minutes and I'm already about to faint from the softness blooming in my frantic heart. "What are we doing tonight?" I ask softly, not sure if I want to keep gazing into his sparkly brown eyes or look away from the butterfly-inducing adoration written all over his face.

"It's a surprise," Baekhyun supplies, chuckling at the impatient expression on my face. He brings my hand to his cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. "Walk with me?"

My heart goes into overdrive. With that look on your face? I couldn't deny you if I tried.

I nod and let him take the lead, resting my head on his shoulder. There's something about being with him at night like this. Something unexplainable and magical in the air. The soft fabric of his blazer brushing against my cheek and the light July wind blowing through his hair. He's so warm and smells so good I have to bite my tongue not to drag him back to my apartment just to curl up next to him on the couch.

Something tells me that tonight will be a special one, but really, if it's with Baekhyun, anywhere and everywhere, I'll love it either way.

I notice something out of the corner of my eye when we step out onto a sidewalk, briefly lifting my head from Baekhyun's shoulder. "Dokseodang Children's Park?" I mumble curiously.

Baekhyun hums. "This is my favorite place." His eyes sweep over the slightly aged equipment, resting a hand on my back.

Humming myself, I start to reply only for my eyes to dart over at the dirt road ahead.

Baekhyun immediately takes notice, coming to a stop at the edge of the sidewalk. "What is it, hmm?"

I look up at the annoyingly buzzing light pole. "That flickering light-"

Baekhyun snaps his fingers, and the whole world goes black for a moment, then a dozen lights twinkle in the darkness. Fireflies lighting up the night under the shine of the full moon.

"Come on." His honey-smooth voice rings, softly squeezing my hand before leading the way. I rest my other hand on his arm and watch my every step, realizing we are climbing a hill with the deep slope brushing against the front of my heels. Grass crunches under our footsteps, crickets sing their late night songs of cheer, and then I see a peek of something bright as we near the top of the hill. I gasp, nearly tripping in my haste to get a closer look, my heartbeat skyrocketing when we reach the edge of the steep hill.

A stunning table seated for two sits in the middle of the plateau, with a cooler holding an unopened bottle of champagne. Dome-covered plates are set on the white table cloth and a few candles are lit on the table. Vanilla fragrance flutters in the gentle wind as I take in the dozens of lanterns hung up in the tree above. Brightening up the area surrounded by miles upon miles of other rolling hills without outshining the moon. I even spot the UN Village sign at the other side of the park; you can see everything from up here.

"Baekhyun…"

He smiles so brightly when I look at him. "Yes, my love?"

You mesmerizing little hopeless romantic. I can only press a kiss to his soft cheek, hugging him.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," I mumble into the safety of his shoulder.

He rests his head on mine, hugging me to his chest. "Then why are you hiding, hmm?"

"I love it so much," I mutter, fully content to stay here for a few more minutes. "It's so pretty I have tears in my eyes. I can't believe you."

Baekhyun chuckles, rubbing my back so soothingly it takes all my strength to not melt further against him. The heavenly scent of vanilla once again meets my nose; we have a date waiting for us.

Slowly pulling away, I look into his sparkly brown eyes, smiling shyly before making my way over to the table. He's a step ahead of me in an instant, pulling out a chair for me while I giggle, hiding my adoring smile and red face behind my hand. God, my heart is racing so hard I swear it's threatening to jump out and run to him.

I give him a grateful smile, my skin buzzing under the familiarity of his gentle touch when he pushes me in, his citrus and cinnamon scent perfectly blending with the vanilla while he walks to take his own seat across from me.

Baekhyun sighs softly, tilting his head with a nearly playful smile. "Ready?"

Grinning a little, I tilt my head to the opposite side, relishing in the twinkles of amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Ready as I'll ever be."

He chuckles. "On three?"

I nod, gripping the handle on the top of the dome cover with another smile.

"One," He leans closer to his dome, mischief swirling in his brown eyes. "Two."

More than amused, I play along, butterflies fluttering in my stomach under his beaming smile.

"Three!"

I lift up the dome, setting it aside while taking in the food neatly arranged on the plate. It's a Korean cuisine that I haven't seen before, full of delectable vegetables and tender meat. Watching Baekhyun take his first bite has my mouth watering for two reasons. I carefully cut a slice of beef, closing my eyes when it melts on my tongue. Holy shit, who is the chef behind this? That person needs a raise.

"Kyungsoo made it," Baekhyun smiles, chuckling when I hum at my next bite. "I have to help him out next week though," He frowns, nearly pouting. "He doesn't like doing things last minute."

Recalling the whole ordeal for Jenny's birthday, I can't help but laugh. "I know," I smile, resting my chin in my palm.

Baekhyun smiles, his nose scrunching adorable while cutting another piece of meat.

Conversation flows naturally between us, as always. Baekhyun is just like that, an easy person to talk to, but it's much different than before. He hums a lot, resting his chin on his palm while gazing at me with adoring and attentive eyes, the tiniest of loving smiles on his face. If I wasn't wearing this expensive white dress, I'd lean over the table and kiss the hell out of him.

However, the mood changes slightly when we are nearly done. He keeps tapping his fingers on the table and his foot against the leg of his chair, clearing his throat with a worried expression on his face.

"Bae?" I call softly, tilting my head at his lack of response. Tired of the constant clink of his leather boot against the wooden chair, I nudge my foot against his. "Are you alright?"

He blinks, sitting up straight at once. "Yes, love." He clears his throat again, smiling shyly. "Wanna dance with me?"

"Dance?" I look around at the grassy nature and chirping wildlife, meeting his eyes again. "There isn't any music here, B."

He shakes his head, standing up. "Yes there is."

"I-" I go quiet when he takes my hand, resting it over his beating heart. Looking up into his imploring brown eyes, I start to understand. I nod, slowly standing up as well, following him over to the empty side of the hill.

Baekhyun lifts up our joined hands, interlocking our fingers together and resting his other one on the small of my back. I rest my free hand on his shoulder, gazing deeply into his brown pools of warmth. He makes the first move, slowly stepping forward while I take a step back. The crickets chirp louder with every movement we make, growing more confident by the minute.

Melting at the way his heart beats against mine, I look up at the stars, millions and billions of twinkling lights filling up the night sky. Meeting Baekhyun's gaze again, however, reminds me that not all the stars and planets combined can outshine the sparkling light in his warm brown eyes. He smiles softly as if hearing my thoughts, squeezing my hand before spinning me around, welcoming me right back into his loving arms.

I could spend forever like this, staring into his eyes and listening to his beating heart. Just the two of us while the rest of the world fades away, nothing but background noise to our undying love.

"Look," Baekhyun perks up, looking up at the stars. My eyes flicker up, widening at the shooting star streaking across the night sky. "Make a wish," He murmurs warmly, taking a step back.

Feeling a sense of hope and childlike urgency, I whip around to face the star head on. What should I wish for? The star is reaching the edge of the sky! Sensing Baekhyun's comforting figure behind me, I have all the answers I need.

I wish… Closing my eyes, I clasp my hands together, finding strength in the soft summer breeze. For a love like this, for all of eternity. The last few streaks of the star fade away when I open my eyes, smiling softly until I remember where I am and a certain someone who is with me. Where is Baekhyun? Stiffening up, I quickly spin around in alarm, slapping my hands over my mouth at the sight.

Baekhyun: on one knee, holding up a small jewelry box with shaky hands and vulnerable. "Why do you look so scared?" He breaks the ice, chuckling nervously.

"I thought you left," I blurt, snapping my mouth shut.

He laughs fully this time. "No." He shakes his head, smiling up at me with the sweetest of smiles. "I'm right here."

I take a deep breath, nodding slowly.

"I love you," He declares warmly, keeping his eyes steady on mine. "I love the way my name falls from your lips, the soft swell of your hips, the love in your fingertips." He smiles. "How your doe eyes go wide when you're surprised. The way you curl up next to me in your sleep when I'm working at night." A little grin forms on his face. "The shy expression you get when you ask if I want the rest of your food and that little song you always sing nonstop around the house when you're happy."

I cover my face in embarrassment, peeking at him from between my fingers.

Baekhyun chuckles, continuing, "I love the little notes you leave when you make me lunch. The way you squeak when I kiss right here." He taps the back of his right ear. "Your beautiful mind and all the mischief that comes with it..." He laughs a little. "The way you nag me when I don't dry my hair and yet always end up doing it for me anyway."

"Your sarcasm and loving touch," He murmurs, sparkles dancing bright in his eyes. "The dimples you try to hide when you smile." He cracks another grin. "Your quirky mismatched socks and way of talking." He laughs warmly when I groan, rethinking all my life choices. "How red your face gets when I compliment you." He hums. "Your loud, high pitched, raspy laugh that I know you hate but I simply adore."

"Oh my god," I cover my eyes, knowing how right he is and how hot my face feels right now.

"How sexy your accent is and how sassy you get when you're angry," He murmurs humorously, giving me a knowing look. "That high horse you climb on when you don't want to admit you are wrong that leaves me frustrated and amused at the same time." He chuckles, sighing softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone. "The look on your face when you cry that makes me want to hold you and hide you away from the world."

My heart squeezes as tears spring to my eyes. I sniffle softly, fanning my face while meeting his loving eyes.

"I love everything about you." He takes a shaky breath. "Not a day goes by where I'm not grateful for you coming into my life."

He looks down for a moment, blinking rapidly before flicking his hair out of his eyes. "I know I'm not much," He mumbles. "I-I know I've done so much shit in the past that you have every right to walk out on me for. I know that you deserve way better than me." He swallows thickly, lips trembling before he presses them into a thin line. "Even with all of this, I have some promises I want to make."

Baekhyun raises his head, reaching to take my hand in his. "I promise not to run away. I promise to communicate. I promise to stay by your side through every blessing and hardship you go through." My heart pounds at the determination in his words and sincerity in his shimmering eyes. "I may not be the perfect man for you." A hint of remorse sparks briefly in his brown eyes. "But I promise to love you with all that I have—with all that I am," He pauses, holding my hand securely in his. "Until my last dying breath… If I break any of these promises you have permission to kick me where the sun doesn't shine." He mumbles in a jokingly grumpy tone, smiling when I giggle.

"I promise to love you until the end of time." His voice starts to wobble, hands shaking while looking deep into my eyes. "Please," He opens the box, revealing a sparkly, rose gold ring with matching gems lining the sides. "Marry me, and be mine."

"Yes." I choke out, tears streaming down my face when I bend down to cup his tear-streaked cheeks in my hands. "Yes. Yes! A million times yes."

Baekhyun stands up, slipping the ring onto my ring finger with uttermost care. As soon as he's done, he pulls me close, sealing my lips in a searing kiss that I gladly let take my breath away.

Originally posted by exo-stentialism

"Unzip me?" I ask, peeking up at him from under my eyelashes.

Baekhyun hums and I spin around, chills going down my spine when his hands gently brush my hair out of the way, warm fingertips brushing over my cool skin. The instant relief of being free from the snug material has nothing on his quiet gasp as he slowly drags the zipper down. He steps back while I shrug off the dress, leaving it to pool at my feet before turning to face him.

His hair color looks out worldly under the favor of the moonlight; shining strands of silver and dark grey swaying with the summer breeze. The way the light reflects off his chains casts him in an eternal glow as he looks at me with those warm, brown eyes. The hints of adoration and need in those captivating orbs break me from my trance.

I take more steps until I'm standing in front of him, pushing his blazer off his shoulders and tilting my head to meet his awestruck gaze, my tone soft and warm, "Baekhyun."

He gulps, letting it fall to the floor while I rest my hand on his chest, placing the other on the back of his neck. The fast beating of his heart under my palm makes me smile before my lips press to his, savoring the taste of champagne on his tongue. I tighten my hold on him when he wraps his arms around my waist, backing me up to the bed.

I sit perched on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him when he pulls off his t-shirt, exposing lean muscle and honey-toned skin to my hungry eyes. I can't help rubbing down his chest and gazing at him from head to toe, smiling at the tint of pink to his cheeks. His leather pants join the scattered pile on the floor before he joins me on the bed, his gentle hands pulling off the rest of our clothes.

"You sure are being bashful tonight," I murmur, lightly tangling my fingers in his hair, relishing in how his warm body presses mine to the cool sheets.

Baekhyun smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to my collarbone. "Let's take things slow tonight." He meets my wide eyes with his adoring ones, pulling the covers over our bodies when I give a timid nod.

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A/N:

HA! Y'all thought I was going to break these two up forever. I still had the Un Village scene left!!! >:'D A lot has happened in this long asf Finale and you know, on one hand (me being me) I'm never satisfied with it, HOWEVER those last two scenes? Yeah, that's the best for me. :')

Okay I NEED TO RANT for 2 minutes. *inhale*

I have never, ever EVER had such a hard time writing a character. My perfectionism really popped out in Jackson's scenes, I swear. I tried writing about this man and it just didn't feel right because I don't know him as well. I legit spent almost a week watching Youtube videos, GOT7 music videos, JACKSON SOLO VIDEOS and fell down a rabbit hole of smut (typical smfh) just to figure out how to present him properly! I know writing is all about how you present your character and how you can make them different than the person you base them off of but holy f*ck I wanted him accurate and that accuracy kicked me in my nonexistent balls… so that up there was the final result *deep exhale*

After all of this I can safely say that Jackson is one of my favorite soloists and member of GOT7 bye-

-THE ACTUAL END NOTE WITHOUT THE RAMBLING-

We've finally made it, loves. Six Phases is completed. It's been 2 long years of writing this story. 2 years full of laughter, smiles, dance breaks, hardships and tears.

I'm writing this end note before I even finish the story that you've read above. I'm writing this little note while on hiatus. I'm writing this while in the process of working on this story so I can heal - because that is the very reason this story was created. For healing. For growth.

The Baekhyun character you all know, see, hate and love? His expressions of love are heavily influenced by IRL Jenny; my girlfriend; my heart. My coauthor; my other half.

Without her, I wouldn't know genuine happiness, vulnerability, or to know that someone can love you unconditionally. Flaws and all. Without her, I would have stopped at chapter 4 and disappeared from the writing world forever. She taught me that it is okay to be open, my loud annoying rambling self and that I deserve to follow my dreams. She has stopped me from deleting this story a hundred times. She is the reason why I opened my heart time and time again to truly let these characters' voices be heard. Their flaws and all.

Every character is a part of me, but Baekhyun and Jenny are inspired by her. I can't express how grateful I am to her without crying on you; I've cried enough happy tears while finishing this lmao SO just know that she has helped me a lot with completing this story, and for what I will write in the future.

Before I end this note that has gone on for too long already, I want to express my gratitude and love to everyone who has helped me continue and finish this story. Please don't feel bad if I don't mention you directly, I have warmth in my heart for everyone who has read Six Phases. You being here means the world to me.

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to-hell-and-beyond · 4 years

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“Every.Last.One” Pt.2

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: Every last one pt 2 ?? -Anon

Here it is! Took a while but I’m glad of the ending. Maybe pt.3 were it talks about the two of them getting closer?

Summary: After your promise to yourself you try your hardest to fulfill it. Even hating on the Eagle Fang Students. But what happens when everything changes at a Christmas Party?

Words: 1725

Pt.1

Hate. That was the one thing coursing through your veins every time you saw him. The boy who you’d had grown up with, grown up loving, now filled with hate and vengeance. At first he wanted vengeance for everyone who had made fun of him. Every lip joke, whisper and tear. You were ok with that, you were glad to see those bullies pay the price of Karma. But what Hawk didn’t see was the line between vengeance and just pure hate. You were also trying to see the line but everyday it's getting harder and harder becoming more of a distant memory..

“I really think you should come Y/n! We’ve had a hard past few weeks and I think this will be good for everyone!” Samantha LaRusso’s voice rang from your phone as she tried to convince you to come to her Christmas party. The two of you had gotten closer ever since what happened with Demetri. She had been there while you were recovering from the emotional storm that was “Hawk”.

“I don’t know Sam. I’m still not really close to the other Miyagi-do students and the last thing I want is to make things awkward. Besides this is my first winter holiday without Eli…”

“Exactly! That's why you should come!” You thought about it for a few minutes. Would it really be that bad if you came? I mean Demitri was already going to be there, and you promised yourself you would be there to help him during his recovery.

“Alright I’ll go.” A sound of excitement came from your phone as Sam started telling you about all sorts of stuff she wanted to do to prepare for the party. What she wasn’t telling you was that she invited the Eagle Fang Students. You still didn't have a good relationship with them, seeing them as still Cobras and you promised yourself, Every.Last.One

You weren’t exactly sure what to bring to this party. It wasn't like you were invited to a lot of parties in your high school career. The only parties you’ve been to are birthdays and DnD game nights. Even with your little experience you still when’t. You knocked on the door and there was Samantha LaRusso. She looked a lot better then when she was in the hospital. You were glad about that fact.

“Hey Y/n!” Sam said enthusiastically. As she pushed the door wide open and gestures for you to come in. She re-introduced you to some of the Miyagi Do students as you politely waved to them.You sat beside Demitri as Sam began to pace around. You were confused for a second, wondering why on earth she looked so scared. You didn’t say anything though, not wanting to make her feel bad in any way. It was the winter holidays, it was time to be nice.

“Well, this Christmas party turned out to be ho-ho-horrible.” Demitri said and you kinda agreed. Shure you’ve never been to an actual party but this wasn't what you saw on those T.V dramas.

“Yah, Sam. I thought you said your parents are going to be out for the night. So why aren't we throwing a rager?” There was distant “yeah” in agreement in the background as Sam looked more and more worried. You knew that she was hiding something but you weren’t sure what.

“There’s a keg on the way. It’s just going to be a few more minutes.” She looked to seem like she was trying to pump us up for a huge game or something like that but she was doing the exact opposite. Safe to say this entire party was a fail.

“Can we atleast put on a Christmas special?” Demitri asked and you nodded in agreement. That's what the three of you would do every Christmas. It was your thing, until the tides changed.

“Id even watch that creepy one with the little elf dentist.” You snorted in laughter remembering the time you did watch that. Demitri was complaining the whole way through you and Eli laughed. Ah, the good old days.

“Yeah, I’m that bored.” Demitri said when he saw the look of disgust on Sam’s face.The doorbell rang and Sam said an excited, “ It’s here!”.

Oh it was definitely here. Sadly it was not a keg, but a bunch of ex Cobras turned into Eagles. Oh how you wanted to punch their faces right now. There was a sign of protest from each member of Miyagi-do as they ran up to the door ready to kick the “Keg” out. While they all ran you stayed put on the couch.

“Look, I know we haven’t always gotten along, but Cobra Kai is the bigger threat now. To all of us.” Sam said that last line as she looked into your eyes. Never in a million years did you think she would pull something like this.

“We think that we’d stand a better chance against them if we joined forces.” Miguel said as your eyes glowed with hate and you curled your fist to the point that your knuckles were white.

“We?” You spat as the group turned around to look at you.

“This isn’t going to work.” Miguel mumbled as he saw your hands. Yes, you may not be a Karate champion but your loyal, and loyal people fight to the death for people they love.

“It has to. We have one last chance to make things right. Alone, we’re nothing. But if we work together, we have a shot. If we can’t get over the past, the fighting will never end. We have to confront our enemies. This rivalry has to stop. One way or another... Y/n?” She asked worried about your answer. You took a deep breath before you decided to confront your demons.

“I was never part of this “Rivalry” to begin with. I was just looking out for my friends before all of this had started, so technically my opinion doesn't matter. But I suppose that if we can put all of this behind us we may be able to achieve something.” Sam smiled as you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Maybe this night won’t be as terrible. You were all sitting on Sam’s kitchen table and Demitri went over some of the new rules.

“I’m going to go get a glass of water.” You told them as you stood up and walked out of the door. After you left the sounds of a cat were heard.

“I didn’t know you had a cat.” Miguel told Sam. Sam looked confused for a second before turning back.

“We don’t.” Just as Sam finished saying those last words the window broke and you were hurt by some of the glass. Everyone turned around to see the Cobra Kia’s walk in. You were horrified to see Kylar with them. You had heard the rumors that he had joined Cobra Kai, but never in a million years did you think that they were true.

People started jumping out of every corner and soon it was a full blown on fight. You hurried to hide in the corner near the stairs as the fighting got worse. Now, you could go in there and beat those people but in all honesty you didn’t want to get charged with assult.You watched as the filler red mohawk as he fought and fought and fought. Your breathing hitched as you saw Demitri in pain.

“Hey. Yo, Hawk. Free shot!” One of the Cobras yelled to Hawk across the room. You watched as his face fell. You were worried for a second time he would hurt your friend and you were ready to stop that from happening but something unexpected happened. Hawk ran, and then he flipped one of the Cobras over and they fell on the glass table. He started fighting more and more of them and then turned around to Demitri.

“Look, man. I’m sorry.” Hawk said as he faced Demitri. “For all of it. Do you wanna help me win this thing?”

“Yeah.” Demitri answered as they both smiled and began to kick the shit out of the rest of the Cobras.

The fight was now all over. Sam had fought her way through the pain to beat Tory, Miguel had actually gotten the power back to kick and better yet to kick Kylar’s stupid face. And Hawk and Demtri were buddies again. But you still couldn't get over the pain, unlike everyone else.

“Y/n?” You tried around to see Hawk. He looked almost scared as he approached you, worrying that you would kick him to the curve.

“Yes?” You asked with venom in your voice. You still didn’t forgive him for what he did at the hospital. It was a mistake? What kind of mistake is the two of you loving each other? Why was he even here?

“Look, I know that after everything that has happened you're mad and you have every right to be I was dick. I didn’t just hurt Demitir bad, I hurt you too. You were my best friend Y/n, but you were something more than that. And I know it's going to take a long time or we might not even get back to that point but I want to prove to you that I’ve changed.” You thought about his words for a while. Were they all true? Was this another one of his sick games?

“Ok. If you apologize to everyone here and give Demitri a better apology then that half ass one you did I’ll think about it. Your right, It's going to take a lot of time and effort to get back to where we were. That’s why I want you to think a lot about this. If you're sure you're ready to do that you can meet me at the mall on Tuesday as just friends, nothing more.” You told him and you saw his smile. The sweet smile that you missed so dearly. It was so nice to see that smile on his face again.

“Ok.” He told you as he smiled. You would still beat every single Cobra, but right now it was the two of you's time to fix your relationship. Beating the shit out of them would have to wait for later.

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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A Marriage Arrangement with death pt 4

All I can say is well. Well my bad-

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Y/n's eyes slowly opened, turning her head she was face to face with Savage.

Smiling softly her hand reaching out for his face, rubbing Savage's cheek with her thumb lightly.

He slowly woke up, his irises bright in color and lowly shining in the dark room. Y/n said nothing- thank the gods for black out curtains. She thought his eyes were so pretty with there soft glow

He kissed the palm of her hand softly as she smiled, leaning forwards they shared a soft kiss.

"Well good moring." She smiled.

He only sighed, pulling her into his chest as she chuckled.

"Go back to sleep."

"Come on we can't stay in bed forever." Y/n responded kissing his chin, he was rubbing her bare back with one hand she smiled at him, relaxing in his grip she sighed happily.

"We're getting married today."

"Again."

Y/n chuckled, "You don't want to get married again?" She teased.

"Why unify again and tell the galaxy when my galaxy is infront of me."

Y/n flushed deep red, as she moved her gaze away, her chest tightening and butterflies filling her stomach.

"Oh...I..." she spoke trying to come with a counter. His hand carassed her cheek as he sat himself up.

Y/n kept her gaze away the headboard seemingly more interesting, but soon then she realized she was laid down on her back, Savage over her frame as she looked at him to catch his gaze- and hold it.

"Hello there..." y/n spoke trying to cover her akwardness.

He leaned down kissing her softly without another word, her arms wrapping around his large frame, hands rest at the top of his back.

Pulling away softly Y/n whined playfully, chuckling he held her, she pulled him back down into a kiss happily as a leg wrapped around his bare waist.

A soft groan of pleasure was drawn out into the kiss and the two pulled away softly with a pant.

"Moring sex sounds fun." Y/n joked as he chuckled, going to kiss her again there was a knock on the door.

Y/n groaned in displeasure, its always someone. Pulling herself from under him she covered herself with a robe. Walking towards the door it opened with a push of a button.

"Oh- Misses Gladlys-" y/n responded, "I uh...why are you here?"

"I was requested to get you on account of your mother Princess."

Y/n nodded, "uhuh for?"

"Well to get ready of course. It is your big day."

"The ceremony isnt till later in the day?" Y/n questioned.

"Well yes but-"

"Misses Gladys I love you. And you know that. But I have another matter- Very Very big matter."

"But Princess."

"Just this once. Give me..." She spoke looking back at Savage, his hips and below covered by the blankets as his top half was put on full display for her, "Give me 45 mintues-"

"Fourty-Five Mintues!? Princess you're mother-"

"Sorry Misses Gladlys! I promise just once! Bye!-"

"But Princess-"

Y/n shut the door, locking sealing it shut from the inside.

"Now." Y/n spoke turning back to him walking towards the bed as she dropped her robe.

"Where were we?"

"Sleep."

"Right."

She climbed into bed as she curled up to him, his arm drapped over her hip in protection.

"The sweet glory of sleeping in." Y/n smiled nuzzling into his chest as he chucked, both going back to sleep for another hour.

Yet she would be woken up by a loud knocking, causing her to groan. Savage was also woken up as Y/n pulled away from him recovering herself she opened the door.

"Do you have any idea what time it is!"

"Yeah Yeah Im going." Y/n spoke walking back into the room and going back to Savage.

"Wish me luck with her- and someone will be here with a set of chlothes. My brother's will want to talk to you before hand," Y/n spoke kissing him softly, "Love you."

"I love you too."

She smiled as she left, being yelled at as soon as she opened the door.

"Yeah yeah lets go."

Savage sat up rubbing the back of his neck, meanwhile getting dressed his chlothes from the other night, pulling the boots on and bottoms, leaving his armour off he pulled on the turtle neck. That's when he received a transmission.

Picking up the hologram fromed as Ventress stood there.

"Savage."

"Mistress."

She crossed her armors, "has she trusted you?"

"Yes." Savage spoke, "I believe this may be a strong allyship between the two worlds-"

"You fool! This is an infiltration! Do not get attached!" Ventress argued.

"I thought this was ment to be Unification. Not a hoax." Savage tried to defend, but it was useless.

"Count Dooku will be present today both at the ceremony and to sign documents. Its when we will attack, killing Count Dooku and the royal family. And Dathomir will finally regain what was lost to them."

What was he suppose to say- No? He couldn't do that, he did belong to Ventress after all. The spell did what it was ment to.

"You will kill the royal family! And that Pathetic thing you call your wife." Ventress demanded.

"Yes. Mistress."

"Good."

The transmission was cut as his head felt like it split open, holding it in pain he growled.

The doors opened.

"Hey! Savage! We wanted-" it was one of Y/n's brothers, "You okay?"

"I-I am fine." Savage lied.

"Oh. come on then."

He followed the group leading him into a lounge area, all her brothers sat there. They cheered for him as he ended.

"Big day huh! Must be exciting!"

"You idiot he was married at Dathomir as well."

"Your an idiot!"

"Sorry for them." Fresco spoke apologizing for the twins, handing Savage a cup, "for your headache."

Savage nodded almost immediately downing the water, leading him to come sit down

"You heard fathers coming back?"

"Good maybe mother will finally stop being so mean."

"Please you know she bullies him too."

"You havent met all of us have you?" Fresco spoke.

"No I don't believe I have."

Fresco smiled, "there is a lot of us. You know the twins and Attiucs."

The twins were busy arguing but Atticus waved looking up from his book.

"Ezio here is the oldest." The older teen raised a cup taking a drink.

"Im after him, and Jacob's next, after are the twins but you met both of us" Fresco added, "Juniper is next."

The teen with his hair half buzzed the other side long and braided lifted up a lazy hand, sitting upside down on the couch as he listened to his brother.

"After Juniper its Atticus, and then the triplets."

They were busy dualing around the room with sticks, "Cornelius, Hamilton, and Magnus."

Hamilton stopped to wave Politely but was ran into by his two siblings as they fell onto the floor.

"What about you? And your brothers? Sisters?" Juniper questioned but Atticus kicked him.

"You little shit!-"

"I don't have any brothers. Not no more." Savage responded his glass being refilled by butler standing by.

"Hey! We got you. We're all brothers now." Fresco spoke a fist to Savage's shoulder playfully, "we're an off bunch but mean well."

The group contuied to talk to Savage, it was odd how accepting they really were. Somewhere in the back of his mind made him regret all of this.

He'd have to kill all these people.

So what was the point of getting close?

Soon enough all of there suits came, Savage the only one in white.

"Who do you think Y/n will recieve?" Juniper asked the group.

"I believe a moder. Perhaps Sutur." Ezio explained fixing the flower pin in his hair.

"What is receiving?" Savage asked.

"Hmm?" Fresco asked, "Oh it-"

Mid word Juniper cut in, "It's part of the religion. The 12 gods are believed to comibned to become the earth beneath us. Sutur is just one of the gods, mostly know for being a core due to its controling of everything hot. When you marry one born on this planet goes through a 'receiving' its rare but only twelve can get a god, but you can also get an enity or a passed loved one though that's super rare. They give you there strength within battle."

"But Y/n's much more powerful than a core- which is why she should be getting Hela." Jacob cut in.

"Hela hasnt been someones beck and call since Father." Ezio argued, "and we all know how he ended up. You wish that upon your sister?"

The group went quiet.

"I was given the impression your father was alive." Savage responded.

Fresco sighed, "when he was assigned Hela he descended into madness with each kid born. They think he's in Helheim and will return- He'll be Y/n's receiver."

"I think he's dead dead." Jacob responded, "like he deserves and mother better follow him"

"You can't say that!" Atticus argued.

"Please Attiucs grow up." Juniper spoke.

Savage listened intently, as Fresco looked back at the Zabarack, "We may have a large family, but the heads of the family aren't...the best"

"It sounds like my family." Savage told him as they all started filing out of the room, leaving just him and Fresco in the room alone, "I. Unfortunately grew up without one of my brothers, he was taken away due to his special ablities."

Fresco listened as he poured them both a glass of whiskey, "And my younger brother. I don't remember what happened, or if he's even alive."

Handing Savage the glass they stood by the window.

"Makes you not want to have kids." Fresco questioned, "I know it scares me. Becoming the one thing I hate."

"On Dathomir men are only used for mating and then usually killed off." Savage spoke.

Fresco frowned looking out the window- how was he ment to respond to such information.

"I know my sister will treat you with Kindness." Fresco spoke, "it seems you're already growing on her. I seen you two at the dinner."

Savage felt his chest tighten, he was falling in love with her, and he liked it. He loved the idea of her.

"Guys hurry up or it will be the groom walking down the Isle." Ezio told as he had quickly come back.

The two left with each other side by side. Both enjoying the silence as they walked down the steps. Thats right, He had only been down and up these steps a few times, but those few times were some of the best times of his life.

Stopping outside the castle he looked back, seeing it all shiney as the sun hit it perfectly, looking like something out of a book. The whole walk was like that- there was no reason to take out a whole planet for the sake of Dathomir, Dathomir didn't need another planet- he would of liked them to fix theres first atleast.

"Savage?"

He turned his head seeing Y/n standing there, when was she here? Looking around a bit shaken she stood in her wedding dress- it looked perfect on her, with a full bottom and a lacey top that had the same matching sleeves. When were they at the alter already?

"Are you okay?" She whispered softly, the priest reading off religious text.

"I-" he spoke looking at her what was he suppose to tell her?

Her white dress would be bloodstained within a matter of mintues due to what Mother Talzin was planning?

"I have a headache is all." He responded.

Y/n frowned, "maybe some food afterwords will make you feel better. Caf was even skipped this moring."

"Right." He responded, and left it at that.

"Do you take this man to be your husband? To take of him in sickness and health? To love him without doubt?"

Y/n smiled, "I do."

Her hand gripped onto his in excitement, that small squeeze made him happy, feeling her hand in his.

He had no idea what the woman infront of them said but only said the words as quick as he comprehend.

"I do." He cut the lady off.

Y/n flushed as she looked down flustered.

"Then I do pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Y/n was pulled in quickly, shocking her, but it wasn't unwelcomed, kissing back the large church full of people cheered as they pulled away and as he did He seen Count Dooku sitting next to Mother Miranda. The group of people settling down, calming themselves once more as the woman cleared her throat Savage being gestured over by her brothers who were off to the side as he went over.

"With the coming of age you Y/n will be the caller of one of our twelve gods. You may be choosen for something greater, or passed by as a common folk." She spoke, "are you ready to give yourself to the twelve gods and let them judge you as one!"

"Yes head preist." Y/n spoke as her wrist was grabbed and palmed opened where it was sliced open Y/n gritting her teeth slightly as she was dragged to the floor, only following as her hand was put face down on the alters floor.

The woman moved to the side as the doors behind the alter creaked. Atticus holding onto Savages leg as Savage put a hand on his shoulder telling him he'd be okay.

"By the twelve gods..." Fresco spoke as the door opened a large hand crawling onto the carved in wood.

"I-its Hela..." Ezio asperated as the door swung open heavily crashing into the wall. Which it was hinged to.

The room silent and still as the other swung open.

The figure large, made up of what seemed to be Ash, body exposed and what looked like to be burnt half way just to show her dark innards, she was on all fours as Y/n looked up at her, slowly standing up as it went quiet for a moment.

Y/n reached out her cut hand, Hela reaching out her hand as well as Y/n looked forward keeping her eyes on Hela.

Somewhere some how Helas hand had shrunken along with part of her arm as they were bound by the cut on Y/n's hand.

'They're here-'

A warrior bursted into the doors as Y/n turned her head, "We're being attacked! The ships! They've all been destroyed!-"

The man stopped stabbed through the back, and fell to the floor.

"So sorry to ruin this happy momment."

Y/n growled as her hand was let go, and in place of Hela's hand held a sword, as Ventress walked down the isle.

"Damn are sister really is a bad ass-" Ezio spoke under his breath.

Dooku stood up as well, saber in hand.

"You were foolish to come alone." Y/n argued Hela still behind her looming in all her darkness.

"Who says I'm alone?"

Just as she spoke, a Battalion of night sisters filed into the room from both sides of her.

"Savage." Ventress spoke.

"Yes Mistress."

Almost immediately Fresco who stood besides Savage was lifted up into the air, force choking him as Fresco grabbed at his neck.

"Savage! Stop! Now!" Y/n demanded, "Stop now!"

"Kill him. Now." Ventress demanded.

There was a large crack as the filled church was still in shock, the young man thrown to the floor as his brother immediately surronded him.

"He's dead! He killed Fresco!"

Thats when the chaos started, when one had been pronounced dead.

Y/n could remember, it was all a blur. All the fighting- the blood shed. All she remember was ripping through people with her new found sword, swinging at heads and abdomens, she was luck that her skirt hadn't had a train.

Atticus had ran to her as she fought on the stairs stabbing a nightsister in the face and kicking her back, her white dress covered in dirt and blood, "Y/n!"

"Attiucs! Run away now!" Y/n argued, blocking another weapon, kicking the women in the female Kenobi's

"I'm not gonna leave you!" He shouted.

"Damn it Atticus!" Y/n shouted slicing the woman's flesh and grabbing his hand, "Come on! Lets go!"

Atticus ran hand in hand with her, somehow and some way some of her brothers caught up, they running and escaping to the castle.

"We have to be quiet take off your shoes." Y/n whispered the group hiding behind a wall as they all pulled there shoes off, "You have your run away bags all ready?"

"What?" Magnus asked, his other brother Cornelius, holding his hand, he had lost one of three to Ventress.

"Shit thats right, they never made there's. I'll go with them." Ezio spoke quietly,

Y/n nodded taking a quick head count, they had lost so many already, Fresco, Juniper, and Hamilton.

"I'll take Cornelius and Magnus." Jacob offered.

"I'll take Atticus. Ezio- weapons and maps?"

Ezio nodded, "becareful."

They all nodded, spliting up, Y/n had lucky gotten Attiucs up the stairs and to his room, as he was grabbing his things.

"Y/n." Atticus spoke as she was making sure he had everything for a final time as they carefully walked to her room, once inside she answered him.

"Yes Atticus." She responded going for her own bag.

"Savage...he isnt that mean. I know he isn't." Atticus spoke, "I know we didn't know him long but- he didn't wanna kill Fresco did he?"

Y/n tossed her dress the the floor dressed in trousers now fixing her top.

"Atticus." Y/n spoke kneeling down to him, "I know you liked him. I did too, but I don't even know anymore."

Attiucs frowned, as she held his shoulder's, "Are you going to kill him? Savage?"

Y/n frowned, "I don't know."

#star wars: clone wars #star wars tcw #tcw savage #savage x reader #savage opress #well shit #i killed a lot of people off damn #tcw savage x reader

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the-silentium · 4 years

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The Lost Future Pt.1

Masterlist Part 2

Pairing: soulmate!Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where the soulmates share their wounds. || Along with your brother, you are transported into the 1960's with a bunch of kids you don't know. Turns out they are trying to stop the 2019 apocalypse and you are playing a key part of it.

Words: 4590 words

Warnings: Violence, blood, swears, racism.

A/N: Hi readers! This fic' was too long to be posted in one part, so I divided it in three distinct part. The next part will come out pretty quickly, seeing as it it already written but not proof read yet. Please, let me some comebacks in the comments or send me a request!

Groans erupted from your throat, a clear indication that your peaceful slumber has been disrupted by some unknown pull. Your heavy eyelids fluttered open with difficulty, the need to sleep omnipresent in your system. A bright blue light forced you to squint while tears formed slowly thanks to its harsh brightness. Before your foggy brain could comprehend what was happening, the glow intensified in a blinding flash and the sudden feeling of free-falling gave you nausea.

The fall was brutal, your whole body crashed on the ground like an inanimate puppet. Your hands flew to your face with a pained cry, covering the painful spot that was your nose in an attempt to soothe the suffering nerves. To say that you were confused was an understatement. One moment, you were peacefully asleep and the next you were… where? You removed your hands from your face, a pounding sensation still beating under your skin and shrieked as your eyes landed on a disgustingly big spider weaving its web between two oversized blades of grass. You jumped aside, eager to put distance between yourself and the arachnid, when your eyes met the magnificent blue sky, as clear as ever, with the sun nearing its peak. The warmth of its rays touched delicately your cheeks achieving to bring a smile to your lips. It has been a really long time since you last sunbathed and today would have been a perfect day to do it if it weren’t for the strange situation you just found yourself in.

At the foot of a nearby tree laid a brown-haired boy cursing under his breath. He must have scratched his knee somewhere, looking as he was slouched over himself trying to alleviate the pain as you did moments ago. Your eyes traveled up, analyzing the familiar form. His outfit resembled yours, his tousled hair the same shade as yours… You jumped to your feet in a hurry when his green gaze met yours.

"Roo!" You exclaimed, running toward your twin. The teenager only had a second to prepare himself before his body was tackled to the ground by an incredible force. His yelp made you laugh before he pushed you aside, adding another fall on the list of today's activities. Once he got a good look at you, Andrew’s eyes widen. Some tears formed in his eyes, but before they could escape and run freely down his cheeks, he threw himself at your neck, hugging you with all his might.

"Y/N!" His strangled voice was muffled by your neck. Your arms wrapped around his body, mirroring his grip. "I missed you too, Roo," You whispered in his neck. Finally, you reunited with the only person in the whole world that understood you more than yourself.

Pushing you at arm length, Andrew’s eyes scanned you like an awk. "How is that possible?" He mumbled, eyebrows furrowing. "You-" Your laugh made him jump and clearly, he was beginning to think that you came back missing some brain cells. Patting his shoulder, a smirk stretched your lips.

"Don't sound so disappointed." You flicked his forehead, just like you used to do when you were kids and you were teasing him. "I might think that you don't like me."

Andrew groaned and pushed you off. Getting up snickering, you brushed off the dirt on your clothes. You had missed it, this perpetual teasing. You both could bicker and argue all you wanted, but you would always recover in no time, never holding a grudge against the other without having to talk about it.

"What the fuck!" Andrew's yell made you look up. He pulled his clothes forward, examining and patting his body like he never saw it before. "No, no, no… Why am I thirteen again?" His head shot up, his green gaze back on you showing his confusion. "What did you do?"

Taking a step back, you put a hand on your chest. "What did I do?" You replied in a defensive tone. "I didn't do shit! Four minutes ago I was-" Your sentence died as your eyes caught on your surroundings. Old cars you’ve had only seen in movies rolled on the streets, ladies walked by wearing old fashioned dresses of various flashy colors and various patterns, different stores displayed proudly their retro signs for all to see. Were you in one of the small American towns that were stuck in time?

"What the…" You heard your brother mutter in sync with yourself. The thought to pinch yourself passed your mind, after all, you did have some really weird dreams recently with all the stuff that happened in your life. Or maybe you watched too much Supernatural in the last months.

Turning around to try and make sense of the scenery, you noticed high buildings beyond the line of trees. If they were anything to go by, you would say that you ended up in a urban park in some random city. The transportation method was still unknown, but that was something you could figure out later.

Women in colorful dresses walked slowly talking to each other on a stone walkway. Some of them pushed baby carriers around while others looked in the twins direction, a hand flying to their mouth, eyes growing as wide as saucers. Looking down, you felt your heart accelerate. You were wearing a pair of black basketball shorts along with a light grey tank top that said: "If I was a bird, I know who I'd shit on". Clearly, you didn’t have the proper attire for this period of time. Andrew was in the same predicament as yourself, with his basketball shorts and his "I play hockey because punching people for no reason is frowned upon" shirt.

Getting a hold of Andrew's wrist, you started to walk away from the outraged women who seemed to be harshly whispering between them, their manicured fingers pointed at them. Would it have been your own modern age town, you would have assumed entirely your choice of clothing, but here, where you didn’t know jack shit about how the people would react? You kept it in and walked away.

"Hey! You two from the 21st century!" Shocked, you stopped in your tracks and turned to meet a brown-haired boy running in your direction. His school uniform was vaguely familiar, although you couldn’t put your finger on where you knew it from. "You guys got transported too!" The boy finally reached them. He was all smile and his bubbly presence made you relax immediately. You noticed six other kids wearing the same uniform walking after their comrade. It reassure you that the majority of the group seemed as lost as your brother and yourself. Maybe you could stick with them for a while. You noticed that they had an unconscious girl with them. You wondered if her state was caused by a fall or by another unknown reason.

"Transported? What are you talking about?" Andrew stepped closer, positioning himself right beside you. He was three inches taller than you and surpassed the new boy by a good one inch.

Bubbly guy turned around, pointing vaguely at one of his approaching friend. "Five time-traveled us here. In the past! So we could stop the a-," a hand on Bubbly's mouth prevented him from saying more.

Before you had time to question the sanity of Five's parents for choosing such a name or ask how one could time-travel back in time, cold blue eyes glared holes in Bubbly's head while maintaining pressure on his mouth. "Shut it. We already have enough attention on us like that." True to his words, people were watching their little group intently, some of them stopping in their tracks to openly stare at them.

The steady rhythm in your ribcage was quickly disturbed by the harsh blue gaze falling on you. A beat or two were skipped, your body too entranced to remember that this muscle was indeed vital to your survival. "We can't talk here." A smirk stretched his lips when his eyes trailed down to your tank top. For a completely unknown reason your body answered to his apparent approval by creating some butterflies in your belly. Swiftly, he removed his jacket and handed it to you.

Eyebrows furrowed, you stared at him, then the jacket and back at him. "I'm not cold thank you." You said confused. Rolling his eyes, Smug Face kept handing you the piece of clothing. "If you walk around looking like that, you might get arrested. People in this decade aren't that open yet." He clarified in an impatient tone.

You didn’t know much about "this decade", but you can feel that he was definitely right. The people around seemed extremely judgemental and unappreciative of your appearance. Sighing, you uncrossed your arms and took the jacket, making sure to not touch the boy's finger in the process. The last thing you needed was your heart stopping indefinitely because it short-circuited at his contact.

"Fine." The black jacket was surprisingly comfortable and light on your shoulders. The coffee scent that lingered on it was quite enjoyable and you found yourself gripping the slightly too long sleeves. Looking down, it seemed like you were wearing a weird looking black dress. If you kept your legs close to each other, that is. Smug Face looked satisfied of your appearance and nodded. His mouth opened to speak again, only to be cut by another.

"Wait. How do we know we can trust you?" Oh, Andrew. Always there to protect you from any harm. Speaking of which, his right arm found its place on your shoulders while his query gaze was fixed to the unconscious girl in one of the boys’ arms.

At that, Smug Face stared at him, seemingly getting colder. "Really?" He rolled his eyes once again and scoffed, turning around. He took off toward a street, muttering to the others to follow him. Some of his companions followed right behind him after sending them curious and apologetic glances. Bubbly and a girl stayed behind, waiting for the newcomers.

The girl sighed and offered her hand to shake. "I'm Allison. Sorry about Five, he's a bit rude." Bubbly scoffed at that, muttering something about a grouchy old man. "The girl is our sister, Vania. She fell unconscious before we time-traveled. Look, I know you don't have to, but you can trust us." Deep inside you, you knew that they were trustworthy. Anyway, if you were proven to be wrong, all you had to do was use your power and get the hell out of there with Andrew. Smiling, you shook Allison's hand before pointing to your brother.

"That's Andrew, I'm Y/N. And don't worry," You pointed at the nosey people still watching their little group, "between the old-timers and you guys, I choose you guys."

Allison chuckled while Bubbly, who presented himself as Klaus, cheered and led the way to catch up with their siblings.

The walk to a small isolated house took a good 20 minutes. In this time, you talked with the rest of the group, getting to know them a bit.

You learned that the familiarity you found in their uniform was caused by their worldwide superheroes reputation. You remember watching the news one day, 6 of them displaying in front of a crowd, proud faces daring someone or something to come at them and try and beat them. You remember feeling proud of being born on the same day as them. You were all special after all.

However, they weren't as invincible as you once thought in your young innocence. Apparently, they failed in preventing an apocalypse in 2019 and ended up travelling through time to survive, which failed once again because you all were back in your early teen age. The idea of being stuck in the past for your whole life was weird to say the least and you hoped that you would find a way to get back home.

Most importantly though, you learned that Klaus was your favorite out of the group. He was carefree, almost too much sometimes, and was not afraid to be himself. You laughed along with him during a big part of the walk, the both of you mocking the outraged faces of the 1963 grown-ups when they got a good look of Andrew's shirt or Allison's too short skirt for their time.

Luther clearly didn't trust the two addition to their little group. He shot some glances your and Andrew's way from time to time, clearly trying to judge if you were a threat or not. At one point, he asked Allison to walk with him. It may have sound innocent but you knew he wanted to protect her from you. You didn't need a power to find out, his eyes were talkative enough.

Diego was at least approachable. He didn't talk much, but didn't reject you either. He seemed funny on first glance and you hoped that you would have a chance to talk to him more.

Finally, there was Five. For you, he was a total mystery. He didn't turned around once, too concentrated to get to his destination and not once did he answer his siblings when they asked where he was leading them. He totally ignored the people watching him like he had two heads, sometimes glaring at those who were too close to him, but mainly kept his eyes right ahead.

You reached a cute little yellow house with rows of beautiful purple flowers framing the door. Pansies you think they are named. You were sure that there would be a lovely old lady greeting you at the door with a nice smell of cookies floating in the air, but to your disappointment, a musty smell gripped you at the throat instead, along with dust entering your lungs.

You coughed a bit just like everyone who entered before you minus Five. He seemed immune to his environment, still walking like he hadn't reached his destination yet.

"Five, the hell are we doing here?" Diego's voice echoed through the silent rooms. You wandered into the little living room, barely dodging Klaus who just threw himself on the first couch he saw. A cloud of dust erupted of the old cushion, like an explosion suffocating the brunette who quickly got back on his feet. You laughed at his antics when a hand got a hold of your arm and pulled you toward a door.

"Come on Panda. They went this way." Andrew released you when you followed after him. The door lead to a basement, where everyone was gathered around Five.

"Thank you for finally joining us." The sarcasm caught your attention, your eyes travelling to the source only to find his gaze on you, reanimating the flutters in your belly. Damn butterflies, you'll need to find a fly swatter soon. "Now we can concentrate on stopping the apocalypse." You froze. The what now?

"The hell?" "Did you just say a-" both yours and Andrew's voice died in your throat when Five lifted the corner of a carpet, throwing it at your feet and gripped two wood planks. If he hadn't lifted the two planks like he did, you would never have thought that they were movable.

"Holy shit! You have your own batcave?" Klaus jumped before Five in the hole in the ground. Five followed suit, threatening Klaus of mutilation if he touched anything. Luther moved his unconscious sister in his arms and entered the hole. Your curiosity to see what was down there got the best of you, so you did one step toward the hole before you were stopped in your tracks.

"Woa. We can't go down there. We don't know them." Roo's uneasiness was clear. He didn't trusted them and being stuck underground wasn't helping. "No offense," he watched Allison and Diego, who stayed behind waiting for them, "but you guys might be killers for all we know!"

A blur passed in your field of vision, passing under your brother's chin and hitting the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare call us killers. We save people." With each words, Diego got closer to Andrew, growing the tension in the room as he went.

"And you think that they'll trust us when you throw knives at them?" Allison grabbed her sibling's arm and pulled him back, away from Andrew's face.

"They have to if they want to come back from here." Five's voice coming from behind you made you jump. You hasn't seen him exit the hole nor did you hear his steps. "And we don't have time to waste. The clock is ticking." His tone let no place to negotiate. He was losing patience. And fast.

"To stop the apocalypse?" The hope of returning home, to your family and friends was relieving. If you could do something to save them in 2019, you would definitely do everything to make sure that happened.

"Yes and if we want to have a chance to do it, we must start to plan. Now." A sigh on your left made you relax. Andrew finally admitted defeat, allowing you to follow Five who disappeared under the ground again.

You stopped in awe at the underground living room. A bunker. The perfect hideout to plan to stop an apocalypse.

…………………………….

Your brain felt like it was going to explode at any second. After Five had thrown spare clothes to everyone, the Hargreeves had taken an hour or so to explain what happened in 2019 and you were now trying to elaborate a plan against an organisation named the Commission. Sadly, every ideas were quickly rejected by an impatient and highly irritated Five.

Klaus' whines about his empty stomach was getting on the boy's nerves for the last half hour, but you couldn't stop yourself before finally agreeing and proposing to go get some take out. Thinking with an empty stomach was too much to ask for and by the looks of it, Five would never be satisfied by anyone's idea.

Cheers resonated in the room making you chuckles while Five rolled his eyes.

"I'm coming with!" Klaus cheerfully tapped your shoulder and lead the way out of the bunker.

"Me too! You'll need someone to "pay" for the food." Allison chuckled along with you. You shot a questioning glance at your brother, only to be answered with a shake of his head. You knew he would probably use this time to snoop around the bunker and get to know who he was plotting with. Just as you were about to exit the house with your 2 new friends, a blue flash on your right caught your attention.

"I'm coming." Every damn time! The second you hear that damn melodious voice, your heartbeat accelerates! Were you ill? Was your body trying to tell you something? Warn you against him?

"Believe me, old brother dear! We really don't want to know!" Hands moving in the air like a lunatic, Klaus turned on himself to face you, walking backwards. You barely had time to slap a hand on your mouth to stop yourself from laughing at the boy. "You just want coffee, say it." He added on a more serious tone.

"I'm here to make sure that you newbies don't alter the timeline more than it already is." Allison ignored Five's irritated comment and nudged your arm.

"Hey, sorry about Diego earlier. He really takes his vigilante work seriously." You shrugged it off, it wasn't a big deal to you. You were a bit carefree but not careless. You had good instincts and you knew that you could trust your guts telling you that they were good allies.

"It's fine. Sorry for my brother, Roo really crossed a line, calling you killers like that." You paused, trying to find the right words to describe your situation. "He's just really confused. One minute we are relaxing at home and the next we are back in our teenage body in an old american city." You frown, looking at the ground. A delicate hand found your shoulder and squeezed softly.

"I forgot to ask!" You jumped at Klaus' sudden exclamation. "Where are you guys from? I can't place your accent!"

You scratched your neck, an embarrassed smile forming on your face. "Sorry for the accent." A nervous laugh escaped your lips. "My brother and I are French Canadian. We grew up learning French and English, but I'm way more fluent in French as it's my mother tongue." You were not embarrassed of your country in the slightest. You loved Canada, it was just that a certain piercing blue pair of eyes was glued to you ever since you left the house and they started making you nervous.

Klaus gasped before reaching your side to throw an arm around your shoulder and pull your smaller form into his side. "Our polite neighbors! You don't have to worry, your English is impéccable so far!" You giggled, happy to know that your nationality won't be an issue.

"So you were in Canada and you still time-travelled?" Five's sudden question surprised you. During the whole way to the nearest diner, he had remained silent, listening and analysing. His incredulous tone made you perplexed. Was it wrong? You opened the door to the others before answering the question.

"Looks like i-" A fist hit the counter in front of you, making you jump. Your heartbeat accelerated for a second, the silence in the diner deafening to your ears and rising your nervosity. Every pair of eyes in the room was directed at you, more so at Allison. You perceived her anxiety and immediately, your hand found hers in a weak attempt to appease her. The way her fingers tightly interlaced with yours despite her keeping a strong exterior alerted you that she was shrinking inside.

The looks on the patrons faces made you sick. You recognized those looks. Disgust. Anger. Superiority. For a moment, you had forgotten that a lot of people in these years hated the people of color and that they suffered great injustices.

The clerk behind the counter with his haughty air, pointed a sign behind him. The sight made you gnash. Whites only. Oh how you wanted to show him how colourful he could get if you hit him hard enough. You opened your mouth at the same moment as Klaus, but the both of you were interrupted by none other than Five.

"We're leaving." Your eyes went wide, quickly turning to him to yell at him instead, but were cut off by his hand pulling you out harshly along with Allison. The second you were outside, you pulled your hand back as hard as you could, nearly elbowing Klaus in the stomach when Five let you go.

"Why are you letting them win?" You spat. Some patrons were still eyeing you through the front window, contentment dripping from their features. You nearly decided to get back inside and speak your mind.

"There's nothing we can do about that. Drop it." Your blood was still boiling in your veins. You wanted justice. You wanted to punch the clerk's and patron's smug faces until their thick skull understood that people of color or not, everyone had the same rights. You were all humans. You were all sentient beings.

"It's fine. Let's go." Allison's weak smile didn't even reached her eyes. As much as you hated to, you dropped it nevertheless. Pushing the matter wouldn't do anyone any good so you followed Five towards another diner, your morale at its lowest. He and Klaus went inside to get the food while you waited with Allison outside. You two settled on a bench near the diner so the boys would find you easily and started softly passing rocks at each other with your feet.

"You must miss them." You frowned at the affirmation.

"Who?"

"Your soulmate and your family." Her sad eyes met yours. It was at this moment that you realised that she looked utterly tired. It pulled at your heart to see her in this state.

"I never met my soulmate. But I do miss my family a lot." You recalled your mom who stroked your hair when your weren't feeling good, your dad who would always figure out a way to cheer you up and your dog who would always be a sunshine and sleep over your covers to keep you warm whenever you felt cold. Lowering your head because of the tears forming in your eyes, you blinked several times to subtly kept them at bay. Years of hiding your tears caused you to improve your own technique and become an expert.

"You'll meet him, one day." You slowly nod your head, keeping your gaze low. "You say "never" like it was definitive, but when we get back in 2019, there's still a chance that you'll find him." She pat your shoulder, smiling softly. You returned her smile. You were about to ask about her own soulmate when something shiny caught your eyes. The sun reflected off a metallic surface, which you quickly attributed to a knife.

Before you could register what happened, your brain forced your hand to move and grab the knife in a strong grip. The pain was excruciating. The feeling of a thousand paper cuts all happening at once, cutting through your flesh and leaving a burning feeling in your palms and fingers made you grunt. As much as you wanted to drop the knife, you couldn't. Because if you were to release your grip on the weapon, the moron who tried to stab your friend would get what he wanted.

Only when he pulled back on the knife, cutting deeper into your flesh, did you screamed and fell on your knees. You heard your name but you were too focussed trying to keep the pain at bay, squeezing your wrist in vain. The burning intensified, along with your heartbeat resonating into your hand. A soft touch on your back brought you back to reality. The moron had apparently took out, leaving you with Allison, Klaus and a disheveled Five.

"Wait, you're cut too?"

You couldn't concentrate. Your head along with your hand were pounding, blood pooling between your fingers and tainting your newly acquired old pants. For a moment, all you could see was the deep red of your blood, slowly oozing from the deep gashes in your palm and phalanges. It was mesmerizing and terrifying. You haven't been hurt to the point of bleeding in… years? It wasn't something you missed in the slightest.

Then your world became blue. The most beautiful and calming shade of blue you've ever seen. It happened in a flash and suddenly you were back in the bunker under the yellow house. No more calming blue, no more street, no more cars. No more bubble.

"What the hell happened!?" Andrew's body filled your vision while his beaming voice filled your ears.

"Stop screaming. That's unnecessary." You were certain that if Five hadn't knelt on your side and showed you his hand, Andrew would have definitely jumped at his throat and strangled him. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blood on his hand. Both your cuts were 100% identical. "That explain why you got teleported from Canada." The tiniest of smile graced his features. "Hey soulmate."

You didn't know how you two being soulmates allowed you to time-travel, but you knew two things: you were screwed and the butterflies will keep dancing in your stomach for the rest of your life.

Part 2

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Take on the World; pt. 2

@browneyes528 said: Hi I loved your Walking Dead fic "take on the world". May I please request a part 2 for "take on the world". I think it will be great to see them get together. I'm a huge Walking Dead fan.

Words: 8K Warnings: Typical TWD violence, just not as detailed. Also in this AU, I will not be mentioning Negan and his bunch, but the Wolves are a threat. On a personal note, I was writing this during my "break". Bits and pieces of it were flowing easily, but then I had to force myself to finish it when something terrible happened in my personal life so I'm sorry for the abrupt ending and the blah-ness of it. Tags: @kingtwhiddleston

Settling in at Alexandria was more work than you anticipated.

You had kept your word to Maggie, going on to have a conversation with Deanna and her husband about your strengths and what you could bring to the table. She wasn't too keen on the idea of you teaching anyone how to fight, but her husband was quick to have her sleep on it before totally turning the idea down. After all, if an unsavory bunch found Alexandria and decided to take it by force, it would be a great deal of help to have any able-bodied person help defend their home besides just Rick and Michonne who had been appointed Constables of the town.

You were eventually given the go ahead to teach whoever wanted to learn to defend themselves from the living and the dead, so long as Deanna or her husband could oversee for the first few weeks. You didn't mind, especially when it was her husband because all he did was write in a notebook of his while occasionally shouting out words of encouragement.

Everyone seemed to settle in fine, with the exception of Daryl who didn't like being confined. You understood his point of view perfectly well, but even he couldn't be a grump for too long. Not when he saw how happy it made Rick to have his children safe for once and when one of the locals had a motorcycle just sitting in their garage that they let Daryl work on so he had something to ride.

The Alexandrians slowly came to terms that the authority inside the town was being spread to more than just Deanna and her husband, and only a few had problems with that- namely Deanna's sons who got away with mostly everything. But then her eldest son died when out on a mission with Glenn and some others, and another local thought Rick was trying to make a move on his wife Jesse. However, the turning event was the unfortunate death of Deanna's husband at the hand of Jesse's own husband when in a scuffle with Rick, and Deanna had no problem letting Rick take charge. Deanna went on to take Maggie in as her second and gave Rick free reign of how he wanted to run things so long as he told her before any big changes.

Everything seemed to be going good for a while, conflicts being worked out when the tension was on the verge of exploding into a brawl and the locals finally putting their trust in the way the Constables and Deanna were running Alexandria. There were still a few conflicts that lingered, mostly between the teenagers, but everyone seemed to brush it off as teen angst that would eventually resolve itself.

It was easy to fall into a routine once you were comfortable, it being easier that you weren't totally trapped inside the walls and were allowed to keep the woods clear around the town. But it was inevitable that something would come up, making those in charge wonder if their little haven was actually safe, and that something came in the form of the walking dead with 'W's carved into their foreheads.

- - - - - - - - - -

A sound startles you awake and it takes you a moment to realize what it actually is when it happens again. Someone's knocking on your bedroom door. So rapidly kicking your legs to disentangle the sheet from them, you slide out of bed and stumble towards the door. Opening it, you're surprised to find a sleepy Carl standing there with a fussy Judith.

"Hey, Y/N," he yawns. "Sorry to wake you up, but Judith isn't going back down like she normally does. Do you mind taking her for a bit?"

"Not at all." Taking Judith from his arms, you yawn around a smile that's directed at Carl who tiredly rubs at his eyes before turning to go back to the room he shared with his baby sister. Then feeling the baby shift in your arms, you turn your attention to her before shutting your door once more and gently bouncing her in your arms as you walk to bed. "What's wrong, huh? You feel like playing instead of sleeping like a normal human being?" Judith coos and you can't help but melt no matter what time it is. And speaking of time, you glance at the clock on your bedside table and quietly groan when you notice it's only after three in the morning.

Sitting on your bed, you pull one of your pillows forward and set it down in the middle of your mattress before laying Judith down. She coos some more, giggling when you tug on her little toes. "Yeah, yeah, kid. Get it all out while you can."

You play with Judith for a while, tickling her around her thighs and waist. As she laughs, you make faces at her and grin when she finds amusement in it. But when you grab the edge of your sheet and run it gently over her face, you're surprised to see her eyes close and then take longer and longer to reopen. Sensing victory, you scoop her back up and place the pillow she'd been laying on a little closer to your own pillow. The pillow supports her back while you curl around her, continuing to run the edge of the sheet against her face until she finally drifts off. You even hum Somewhere Over the Rainbow, drifting off to sleep yourself when Judith doesn't reawaken.

Since the whole world went topsy-turvy, you've become a light sleeper since you had to keep a lookout for the dead. So even though you're in a dead sleep, you can still feel when there's a presence hovering over you. Reaching out with speed you didn't even know you possessed, you latch onto someone's wrist as they're reaching for Judith.

"Hey. Shh. It's fine." The familiar timbre of Rick's voice makes you exhale quietly, your grip on him relaxing until you let him go.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Got up to check on Judith and she was gone. She cry and wake you up?"

"Hmm. No. She was keeping Carl up so he brought her in."

He huffs. "M'sorry about that. Here, let me take her."

Again you reach out, this time shoving his arm away. "Don't you dare, Grimes." From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of your glowing clock and bite back a whine. It was now only after five in the morning. "She hasn't been asleep long. She's fine here." With the faint light coming in from your window, you tiredly grin. "If you want the comfort of your daughter being nearby, climb in on the other side. But do not wake her or I will never forgive you."

Rick quietly chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm. Get in bed, Rick. I don't care what anyone thinks. At least I'm not in your lap this time."

He sighs longingly. "And what a damn shame that is."

You snort, Judith jerks in her sleep, and you immediately curl around her once more. There was just something babies loved about being cuddled and you had no problem sparing a few for the little girl if it meant she fell back to sleep. As Rick settles in on the other side, carefully removing the pillow under Judith's back so he could get as close as possible, you glare at him while mumbling, "I hate you."

"Sure, sweetheart. Now get some sleep. We're patrolling tomorrow. Daryl's got something to show us."

Falling asleep, curled around Judith and legs nearly tangled with Rick's, comes far too easy for you. But rather than thinking about it and wondering what Rick could possibly be thinking as well, you exhale softly and let Rick's breathing lull you to sleep.

The next time you're woken up is because you're punched in the chest. It doesn't hurt, it's a faint little hit, but it does startle you into consciousness. When your eyes fly open it's to see Judith wiggling around and happily punching out randomly.

"She got you too, huh?" Rick sleepily mumbles. "I got hit on the mouth."

You giggle softly and reach out to tickle Judith beneath her chin before turning onto your back with a sigh. Groaning softly, you stretch and ask, "What time is it?"

"Time to get up. You go ahead and take the first shower."

"Yes, sir."

In the early morning daylight hours, as you sit up and turn so your feet touch the floor you're more aware of what you're wearing. Or rather what you're not wearing. Shorts. You're not wearing any shorts and you can't believe you actually slept in the same bed as Rick with only a t-shirt and underwear on.

You try not to let on how flustered you suddenly are when you stand and then immediately tug your shirt down as if that'll help you feel less flustered. Thankfully Rick doesn't mention anything and you try not to make it seem like you're rushing as you go to the closet and put together an outfit from everything you've stuffed in there.

With your outfit in hand, you head towards your bedroom door and open it. You nearly yelp, gasping instead as you curse beneath your breath. Daryl stands there, hand poised to knock. He stares at you before his gaze drifts over your shoulder and his eyebrows raise in surprise as he grins. "Well I was gonna ask if you'd seen Rick, but nevermind. Found him."

"Don't be a smug prick. All we did was sleep."

He shrugs. "Not my business, but if this continues does that mean I can move into Rick's room since he'll be sleeping in here?"

"Ugh." You push passed him, fighting off a smile as the hunter chuckles.

Heading towards the bathroom, you're relieved to see it's unoccupied and lock yourself away inside. You know it's pointless to shower since you're going outside the walls today, but the luxury of hot water still amazes you and you haven't passed up a hot shower since you've settled in Alexandria. But still you keep the shower short, skipping the shampoo and conditioner, and just sudsing up your body and face before rinsing off.

Then once you're dressed appropriately for the day's trip, you exit the bathroom and head back towards your room. Rick's the only one there, his own clothes in hand as he sits on the edge of your bed. When he notices you, he smiles.

"Daryl took Judith downstairs. Eat and we'll be heading out soon. It's going to be an all day trip."

"Yippee," you deadpan. Rick chuckles as he stands and, as you toss your dirty clothes into a hamper, he heads out of your room in order to get to the bathroom himself.

Taking a moment, you can't help smile at his retreat. Then turning towards your bed, you're pleasantly surprised to see that Rick fixed your bed for you so you didn't have to. With nothing more to do other than pulling on a pair of boots, you do so and then head downstairs.

There's a small group gathered in the kitchen as Carol and Maggie whip something up for breakfast, and you avoid Daryl's gaze from where he sits at the table feeding Judith some applesauce. Though the second you lean over the kitchen island and steal a slice of tomato from the two working women, you can't help but freeze when Maggie says, "Sleep well? Because we heard something really interesting right before you came down."

You gape as the group around you snickers, and then you whirl around to glare at Daryl. "You're a goddamn gossip, Dixon!" The occupants in the room finally lose their composure, everyone laughing at your expense. Tossing the piece of tomato in your mouth for a moment, you then go on to defend yourself after it's gone. "Nothing happened. We slept on opposite sides of Judith and that's it!"

Rosita snorts. "Wasted opportunity if you ask me."

Several others hum in agreement and you groan. "Yeah? Well no one did. Now can we please drop it?" You reach in for another piece of tomato, but Carol whacks the back of your hand with her spoon. As you pout at her for the reprimand, you take the plate of breakfast from Carl who hands it to you with an adoring smile. "You are my favorite Grimes, kid. Never change."

You're able to eat your breakfast in peace, letting the conversation wash over you as if this were a normal day and the dead weren't roaming outside the town walls. Rick soon comes down to join everyone and Maggie passes him a plate before he can take his seat. He sits next to you, squeezing your knee under the table, and you grin in response while also praying to the Gods above you don't blush.

When all is said and done, and people start to head on out, you linger back while waving on Daryl and Rick with promises you'll only be a minute. As a majority of the room clears out, with the exception of Carol and Maggie who are cleaning up, you grab Rosita's arm to hold her back as well. She raises her eyebrows at you in surprise and you grin reassuringly.

"You're taking over my classes today, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," you're quick to say. "I just- can you keep an eye on Carl and Ron, please? Something is going on between them and I have a bad feeling it's going to come to blows pretty soon."

Rosita frowns. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. It's either teen angst like everyone believes because I've seen the way things get tense when that girl Enid is around, or Ron still blames Rick for everything gone wrong with his family and is taking it out on Carl. Either way, I don't trust Ron."

"Yeah, of course. I'll keep an eye on things."

"Thanks."

Quickly thanking the women for breakfast, you then make your way outside where the two men are waiting for you. You give them a nod before walking ahead of them, each of you having to check out weapons from the armory before you can go on your trip.

"So what exactly is on the agenda for today?" You wonder as you strap a couple of knives to your thighs, a glock in a holster at your waist, and take the offered rifle from Daryl as he makes sure you're well enough prepared.

Daryl and Rick share a brief look, a look you know all too well. They're calculating exactly what to say in front of Denise- the woman currently on shift and in charge of marking down who takes what weapons.

"Supply run," Daryl's gruff voice answers.

"After we clear out a bit of the woods around the place, Abraham wants to expand outward, so we need to give him the all clear."

You nod. "Sounds good." A handful of minutes later and you're dropping into the backseat of a car. Scooting towards the middle so you can lean forward in between Rick and Daryl, you ask, "So what else are we doing? Don't think I didn't notice that little look between you guys when Denise perked up after I asked what we were doing."

"More an' more of the dead with W's carved into their foreheads are showin' up," Daryl says.

"Of course they are." You sigh. "Just when I get comfortable things gotta go to shit." Both men snort in amusement and you groan as you fall back into your seat.

Daryl drives around to the back of Alexandria and parks, and then he takes the lead into the woods surrounding the town. There's not many dead lingering, so you and Rick resort to using knives while Daryl watches your back.

Dispatching of the dead is gross, but quick, and then Daryl's double checking all the bodies. He drags a few aside, turning their heads with his booted foot. "See? Someone's doin' this on purpose and I don't like that they're so close to home."

"So what are we gonna do? Recon?" You ask. "We can't raise the alarm in Alexandria unless we know for sure. We don't want everyone panicking."

"We tell Aaron," Rick says. "He's good at remaining unseen and no one will question him being gone for a few days."

"Sounds good to me." You glance around, sighing when you notice more dead wandering closer. "I wish I were still in bed."

"Yeah I bet you do," Daryl mumbles.

You immediately turn around to glare at him, but seeing Rick with his head down as he tries to fight off a smile softens you. Instead, your shoulders droop and you roll your eyes before turning around to dispatch the newcomers.

It takes a few hours to clear the woods and pile the bodies for burning, but it eventually gets done. There's an hour break where you rest and eat what little rations Daryl had stashed in the car, and then it's on to drive an hour or so out to hopefully find some supplies that the town could use.

"I can't wait to get home," you say while loading up a box of dusty canned goods. Daryl grunts, adding in a find of his own that he had recovered from a nearby house. "Do you think I can get an invite to spaghetti night now that you finally found Eric his traditional pasta maker?"

The hunter snorts. "We'll see."

Once the trunk is loaded up with what little supplies and goods the three of you have managed to find, you crawl back into the backseat and prepare to take a nap on the drive back to Alexandria. The drive is quiet, with the exception of the beginning where Rick and Daryl bicker about what CD to listen to.

The music and the bumpy drive lulls you into a light sleep, so you don't know how much time has passed when the car slows.

"What the hell?" Daryl's gruff voice makes your eyes flutter open before you sit up, scooting towards the middle so you can see out the windshield.

Rick leans forward. "That wasn't there before."

The that in question is a downed tree and it's blocking the only road back home. Daryl parks and cuts the engine, and all three of you exit. You grab your rifle, but hook the strap over your head so the rifle hangs diagonally across your back. And not wanting your hands empty, you grab two daggers by their hilts- one in each hand- and keep an eye on your surroundings as you follow after the men.

Rick walks up to the portion of the tree that's in the road, testing its weight with his foot as he tries to rock it back and forth. Daryl, however, walks over to where the base is.

"Shit." You and Rick immediately glance at him. "This tree didn't fall on its own."

"No?"

"No."

You follow behind Rick as Daryl waits to explain his findings, but just seeing what Daryl's found makes your stomach churn. "It's a clean cut." Both men look at you and you gesture to where the tree's obviously been cut. "If it'd have fallen on it's own, it'd be a jagged cut all around. It's clean around the front where someone took an ax or chainsaw to it, but then it's jagged at the end from where they pushed it over."

Daryl nods. "That's right."

All three of you glance at each other, dread filling you, before your gazes all dart to your surroundings to see if there's anything else out of the ordinary. Everything is eerily quiet around you that it's easy to hear a distant rumble and possible crash before a horn is left to constantly blare.

"What the hell is that?" Jogging back towards the road, you look towards the sky off in the distance of where the noise is most likely coming from. Not even a minute has passed before you see the faint smoke reaching a height that's visible to you so far out. "That's Alexandria." You realize with horror.

"We're about half a mile out," Rick says.

"We're not pushin' this tree out of the way with just us three." Daryl tells him.

"Then we run." Without waiting for their opinion, you jump over the downed tree and take off towards your home.

Rick and Daryl mustn't have had any doubt because they're right there with you, and had this been a lighter situation you would have poked fun at the hunter for being just a tad slower than you. Fear and adrenaline for what you could possibly find has your legs pumping continuously and you don't pay attention to the sweat beading down your back as you run.

Alexandria finally comes into view and immediately you grip your knives tighter. The dead are everywhere, attracted to what appears to be an 18-wheeler that's been driven into the watch tower, the tower having fallen and creating a hole for the dead to enter the once secured town.

Daryl looses arrow after arrow as Rick shoots round after round at the dead. The noise attracts some of the dead towards you and you readily use your daggers to plunge into their brains, grunting through the exhaustion that's threatening to slow you down. You and Rick clear a path for Daryl, and he climbs up into the truck to disable the horn.

Once disabled, it's easy to hear the screams and shouts of Alexandrians. Daryl hops down in between you and Rick, and three of you stare at one another before nodding.

"Be careful," he grunts.

Daryl disappears inside and, just as you attempt to follow, a hand grabs you by the bicep. You turn to ask Rick what the problem is, but before you can utter a word his lips are crashing down on yours. You inhale sharply in surprise, but quickly return the sentiment before he can pull back to lean his forehead against yours. You try to meet his gaze, but his eyes are cast downward as he pants heavily.

"Not that I was against that, but-" a walker groans and snaps his teeth as it comes between you and Rick, causing you to separate, and you quickly stab it in the head. You grunt as you retake your weapon, and sigh when you look at Rick. "What was that about?"

"We don't know what we're about to walk into," Rick says. "I don't want anymore what if's between us."

"O-Okay."

"And if we make it out of this, I'm moving into your room so Daryl can have mine."

You grin, shaking your head in brief amusement. "If that's what you want, then okay." Yours and his attention is stolen by a small group of approaching dead, and you quickly dispatch them with tired grunts.

Everything happens so fast that you barely have time to nod before Rick's running off. You give yourself a moment to gather your wits and then you're running off as well, striking down the dead that is in your way.

Inside the walls of Alexandria is complete and utter chaos. There are small fires here and there, but the main concern is that the dead greatly outnumber the living- especially the living that chose to fight back rather than hide in their houses.

As you jog towards the house you share with Rick, Daryl, and the kids, your arms get tired very quickly with all the various dead you have to stab. Your focus is on getting to the house that you don't notice one of the supposed dead is moving a little quickly until the being is swinging a machete at you. You yelp and try to dodge, but the blade manages to slice your bicep.

"What the hell?!" Thinking the person is an Alexandrian who's so caught up in the fight that they attacked you by accident, you don't outright attack back. Not until you notice the raggedy clothing and the wild look in the other person's eyes as they lunge at you again.

Your daggers don't have the same reach as the machete, so you're ducking and dodging as you try to slip the blades back in their holsters before reaching for your rifle. Fortunately, someone else sees you struggling and takes the shot you can't.

Another being rushes you, but as you finally get a hold of your rifle the other being pulls down the bandanna from covering the bottom half of their face. "Carol?" You utter in shock. "What the hell happened here?"

Dressed in worn clothing and with a bit of mud smeared around her eyes, Carol shrugs. "I don't know. One second I'm watching your neighbor having a smoke and the next someone is running up on her and slits her throat. They're everywhere, Y/N! They even ransacked the armory."

"Where are the kids?"

"I told Carl to watch Judith. They're still at the house."

"Then that's where I'm going. Be careful."

"I will."

Carol recovers her face and sprints off, and you grip your rifle in hand as you rush towards your house now.

You're grateful there aren't too many dead stumbling around the street your house is at, so it's a straight shot home. But the closer you get, you realize there's an individual on your porch that's trying to kick down the front door.

Blood boiling, you slow your run so you don't alert the person to your presence. Then standing at the bottom of the porch steps, you raise your rifle and take aim. "Hey!" The man whirls around. "Get the hell away from my kids." One shot drops the man where he stands and you quickly run up the steps, pulling a dagger from your thigh holster and stabbing him in the brain.

The door opens, startling you, and you sigh in relief when you see Carl there with a rifle of his own. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, it's me. Where's your sister?"

"Enid's hiding with her in an upstairs closet."

"Good." You tiredly stand tall once more, smiling softly at him. "You watch the back door, I'll keep watch up here."

He says nothing, instead his gaze then lands on your arm. More specifically the blood that's dripping from the tips of your fingers. "You're bleeding."

"Huh? Oh yeah." You pull apart the tear in your jacket, hissing when the cut on your arm pulses with pain. "It's not too bad. The bleed is slowing down. See? I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

You meet Carl's concerned gaze, nodding. "Yeah. If I start feeling dizzy or anything, I'll let you know." Offering him a smile, you don't turn your back on him until he nods and makes his way towards the back door.

Taking a moment to gather yourself, you turn back around and leave the door open a crack while focusing on the threats ambling around the street. One by one you pick them off, grateful that you don't spot another living being trying to slaughter those you spent a couple months getting to know.

It seems like hours have passed when you see familiar faces start to appear, you waving them over into the safety of your house. The sun is setting when the one face you'd been anxious to see finally pops up and it's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

"Hey." Rick comes to a slow, carefully walking up the porch steps and shouldering the strap to his rifle. "You good?"

"Small hiccup," you say while lifting your injured arm a little, "but nothing life threatening."

When he reaches you, he gently grabs your arm to check the wound himself. Satisfied that you told him the truth, Rick lets go of your arm in favor of gently cradling your face in his hands so he can kiss you. You grin against his mouth, one hand grabbing onto his wrist to steady yourself as you return the brief moment of affection.

Rick ends the kiss, laying his forehead against yours. "Who else is here?"

"Carl and Judith are fine," you say. "Enid was here, but she ran not too long ago and then Jesse, Ron, and Sam ran in behind Michonne, Deanna, and Father Gabriel."

Rick steps back and glances up and down the street one last time before gesturing you inside. "We got the gate locked up and Daryl set the pond on fire to lure in the rest of the dead around here. Unfortunately there's still a hole in the wall so we'll have to stay indoors until morning. With the sun gone, we can't risk working in the dark."

"Agreed."

You and Rick enter the house, he quietly shutting the door and locking it behind him. Jesse is on the sofa, splattered with blood as she hugs her children on either side of her. Father Gabriel is in the arm chair, already looking to Rick for answers on what they're to do next. Carl is sitting on the top of the stairs, bouncing Judith on his knee and looking quite grim.

Rick notices and starts up the stairs towards his children. "What happened?"

Carl doesn't answer, but he does say, "Michonne and Deanna are waiting for you. They're in your room."

Rick glances at you over his shoulder and you readily follow after him. Passing Carl and Judith on the stairs, you can't help but ruffle their hair and grin when Carl huffs and tries to duck out of the way. But the second you enter Rick's room, the mood quickly sobers. Michonne is standing by the window, arms crossed over her chest, and Deanna lays in bed- sweating profusely and looking paler than normal.

Rick's hands plant themselves on his hips, his shoulders dropping as he sighs. "I was foolish." Deanna smiles tiredly, coughing not even a moment later. "I let my guard down for a moment and one of the dead surprised me around the corner."

"She fought as long as she could," Michonne says, "and I happened upon her too late. She had a chunk taken out of her side."

Even though you and Deanna didn't necessarily get along, your heart breaks for the woman. You step forward and offer her a feeble smile, one which she returns. "Don't cry for me, Y/N. I tried my best, just like you taught me. It just wasn't enough. I wasn't enough."

You nod, not having any words to say that would offer her any form of comfort. Rick reaches out, sliding his arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side when he sees your crestfallen expression.

Michonne asks what the next plan of action is and Rick informs her of what's going on. Since it's nearly dark out, the only thing they can do is to wait it out until morning. Her gaze then falls on Deanna who admits she wants to go out on her own terms right before she succumbs to the infection and Rick sadly hands her a gun he had on his hip that had a few bullets left in the clip.

Rick gestures for Michonne to leave the room with you and him, and the three of you gather just outside in the hallway. "Do either of you know where Spencer is at?" She quietly asks.

"He's holed up with a few others down the street," Rick says.

"Is there any way we can let him know about his mother?"

"We can try the walkies," you admit, "but there's no telling if anyone with him has one."

She sighs. "I don't like that he doesn't know his mother is dying."

"I don't either, but if no one in his house has a walkie then it's no use."

Rick clears his throat, unclipping the walkie on his own belt while he gestures towards your room. "I'm gonna do check-ins. See how everyone is holding up and let them know to keep quiet until morning."

You and Michonne look at one another, and the moment Rick is out of earshot she looks back towards you and smiles. "You know, I'm pretty sure everyone saw that moment between you and Rick out on the porch."

"Can we not," you groan. Michonne only smiles in response. She continues to stare, quite smugly, and you can't help but huff a small laugh. "Tell you what, when all this is said and done and we're still alive, I'll give you all the juicy details."

"Deal."

The two of you then head downstairs and your brief amusement vanishes when the sounds of the dead just outside the house reaches your ears. The sounds of their rasping, hunger fueled moans make you uneasy, but it's the sound of breaking glass and what sounds like one of the metal shelving units in the garage falling over that makes your heart pump furiously with fear.

"Ron!" Jesse immediately jumps up from the couch, rushing towards the garage door.

Shouting resonates from within the closed off room and your gaze darts around the room in a panic. "Where's Carl?!"

Father Gabriel stands from his seat, Judith in his arms, and your stomach sinks when his gaze darts to the garage door. He shrugs, ready to apologize, but you turn on your heel and rush after Jesse.

The two teens spill into the house the second Jesse yanks the garage door open, looking a little roughed up, but everyone's attention is on the fact that the boys throw themselves against the door just as arms reach through and attempt to grasp onto any living being. You and Jesse waste no time in helping them keep the door closed as Michonne uses her katana to kill the dead closest to the door so you all can shut it.

Rick rushes down the stairs just as the windows along the porch are shattered. "Everyone upstairs. Now!"

You and Michonne hold the door so Jesse and the boys can run. When they're clear, as well as Father Gabriel and Judith, you and Michonne push off the door and take the stairs two at a time while Rick tries to barricade the bottom of the stairs.

The first floor of the house quickly floods with the dead and you rush back downstairs to grab Rick by the back of his shirt. "Come on! We gotta barricade the top."

Rick reluctantly gives up and, as soon as you make it to the second story, Carl and Michonne are tossing bedside tables and a mattress onto the stairs. Rick rushes into the nearest room, sliding a long dresser out to barricade the top of the stairs in order to prevent any dead from making it any further.

Locked in the room with a sickly Deanna, everyone does their best to remain calm. Thankfully Judith has managed to fall asleep through all the ruckus and the only sound is Rick pacing back and forth as he tries to come up with a plan for a way out.

After what seems like an hour or so, Rick looks up in surprise. "I know how to get out of here."

"Yeah? How?" You ask.

"We've done it before. To walk with the dead, you have-"

"To smell like the dead," you mutter, nose wrinkling. "We have to cover ourselves in blood and guts again."

"Exactly." Rick looks around, nodding and looking a little lighter to show just how much hope he has in his plan. "Gather sheets and cut a hole in each one to drape over our heads. I'll start dragging bodies into Y/N's room so we can gut them in there."

It's absolutely disgusting work to watch Rick cut open the dead and yank out their intestines. Jesse quietly sobs the entire time she's being coated in guts and blood, but her sons remain stoic throughout the entire process. You had managed to get through to a few of the others on the walkie, giving them the plan in case they were in the same tight spot your house had ended up in.

When it's finally time to move out, you're doing your best to breathe through your mouth. Father Gabriel volunteered to take Judith beneath his sheet and promised to get her safely to the church where a few others had checked in from with hardly any dead walking around the place. And when everyone looked to Deanna, she assured everyone she could pull the trigger when she felt like it was time.

As you're walking down the stairs, Rick takes the lead to test whether or not his plan actually worked. It does. The dead stumble up to him, sniffing, before realizing he doesn't smell like food and continue on. Some head upstairs now that the path has been cleared, but most remain stumbling around the first floor. Then linking hands, or grabbing onto the back of someone's sheet, everyone keeps in a line as to not get separated. And as everyone starts to feel overwhelmed by all the pressing bodies, Deanna shouts in a rage before multiple gunshots ring out.

It's almost like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders when everyone makes it out, but that relief is shortly lived when you hear Jesse's youngest son Sam shout. Sam is shouting as the dead converge on him, Jesse is screaming for her son who she won't let go of and she too is quickly overwhelmed by the dead. But in the process of being eaten alive, she's yet to let go of Father Gabriel's sheet and with all the noise it's only a matter of time before Judith wakes. So not seeing any other option, Michonne uses her katana to cut Jesse's arm off so Father Gabriel can hurry to safety.

Everyone seems rather frazzled when they finally make it clear of the feeding frenzy. But just when it seems like you can breathe, Ron stumbles to the side. The teen is clearly in shock over witnessing the rest of his family dying so cruelly, so it's no wonder he whips out a gun from beneath his sheet. What is a shock, however, is that he points it directly at Rick.

You and Carl freeze, and you grab onto Carl's arm when he tries to run around you to be at Rick's other side. Ron's hand shakes from fear and anger, and no matter what Rick tells him he won't put the gun down. He obviously blames Rick for his father's death, even though it was Deanna who gave the kill order, and now blames Rick for his mother and brother's death as well.

You can't seem to make your mouth work in order to talk Ron down, and no matter what Rick or Carl say he doesn't seem to be hearing them. It's only when you see Michonne sneaking up on Ron do you feel a little bit of hope, but that hope quickly dies when she runs her katana straight through the teen's back. His aim wavers and his finger squeezes the trigger.

A gunshot rings out.

Everyone involved flinches, but it's you who stumbles back. You blink in surprise and then glance down, your hand trembling as you raise it to hold your stomach.

"Y/N?" Carl says.

You don't say a word, instead you start to gather the bloodied sheet in your hands to lift it out the way. Beneath it, the gunshot wound on your stomach bleeds out.

"No." You glance up at Rick's whimper and watch as his expression crumbles. "No, no, no."

Your knees give out suddenly, but Carl is quick to catch you by the elbow. He hooks your arm around his neck and Rick rushes to your free side to do the same with your other arm. Michonne readily takes the lead, using her katana to cut down any dead in the path towards the infirmary where Denise and a few others had hid.

Rick and Carl carry you between them, and you're still in shock that the pain hasn't really registered with you yet. You see a few friends standing guard outside the infirmary and they quickly help Michonne clear the way for Rick and Carl to get you inside.

Rick immediately starts making demands of Denise- the poor woman stammering that she doesn't know how to perform any form of surgery. Rick and Carl finally put you on a gurney, and only then does the pain hit. You groan out and the two Grimes' slow their movements, carefully adjusting you. And finally seeing just how serious the situation is, Denise steps forward and starts to recall some information she'd been reading from the books the last doctor left behind.

With Denise frazzled under Rick's looming stance, Tara steps in and eases the man back. You pant heavily, doing your best to keep your sobs quiet as Denise and Tara turn you this way and that way to determine whether or not there was an exit wound. There isn't which means the bullet will have to be dug out.

"She's losing a lot of blood," Tara quietly mumbles. "Are you sure you can do this?" She asks Denise.

Denise glances at Rick, then down at you. You offer her a feeble smile. "J-Just dig it out. I w-won't blame you i-if-"

"Hey. Shh," Tara says. "It's okay. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," you say. Teary eyes dart between the two girls as you gulp. "Just do your best."

As the two women start prepping and wiping around the wound, you make too much noise that Michonne ends up suggesting they dose you with morphine. Tara does and just as you feel yourself sinking into the comfort of the gurney beneath you, the edges of your vision darken and the last thing you see is Rick helplessly staring at you

The second Y/N is out, Tara and Denise start furiously working. The longer Y/N is out and the more blood Rick sees gushing out, the more anxious he feels. But the moment Denise mentions finding a universal donor within Alexandria for a blood transfusion, Rick can't take it anymore and marches outside. Michonne follows him, as well as several others who'd been waiting on the porch, and they let Rick take the lead as he angrily strikes down dead after dead.

It takes hours, but eventually the hole in the wall is patched just enough so no more dead can stumble in. Those left alive split into groups- one to clear out the houses that had been broken into and the other to start piling bodies for burning later on. Then when there is nothing left to do, Carl urges his father back to the infirmary to check on Y/N.

On the way back to the infirmary, Rick stops by a water spigot and cleans himself off as best as he can. He takes a moment to gather himself and when he feels like he has himself under control, he makes the short walk to the infirmary and walks right on in. Tara and Denise look extremely tired, but they're doing their best to strip bloody sheets from a gurney.

Rick's breath stutters, the girls look up, and Tara is quick to make the connection between Rick's heartbroken expression and his stare on the empty bed. "No, no, no! She's alive. Y/N is still hanging on," she says. "We got the bullet out and she's resting now, but until she wakes up we can't determine just how okay she is. You can go back and see her."

He quickly nods, exhaling harshly before running a hand down the length of his face to rid his eyes of the tears that had quickly gathered. Once he's positive he's not about to have a breakdown, he heads towards the room Tara points out to him.

Y/N looks like a completely different person, but that's to be expected from someone who lost so much blood. Rick pulls up a chair to the side of the bed and he cautiously reaches for her hand as he takes a seat. "The family is safe; we all made it, but there were several Alexandrians that didn't," he says, voice low and gravelly. Rick then sighs, looking Y/N over and hoping that her eyes would open. He hunches over the side of the bed, holding onto Y/N's hand while brushing his lips against her knuckles. "We got the walls temporarily patched up and have already started cleanup. You really are lucky to be stuck in this bed." He chuckles drily. When there's still no movement, his expression falters. "I can't do this without you, Y/N. Please don't make me do this without you."

Rick lays his head on the bed, eyes closing as he prays to whoever is listening that they don't take Y/N away from him. Not now when things are finally moving forward between them. And since his eyes are closed, he completely misses when Y/N's brow furrows.

You feel utterly exhausted and a little nauseated when your eyes flutter open. You attempt to swallow, but your throat is absolutely dry and you whimper. A grip on your hand tightens and your gaze immediately darts to an exhausted looking Rick. "W-water," you rasp.

"Y/N?" His shocked expression quickly turns to one of relief, he then letting your hand go to pour you a cup of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. You manage to pull yourself up just enough so you can drink without choking, you then falling back against your pillow with a sigh. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You blink sleepily at him. "How are the kids?"

"They're fine. Carl's worried about you."

Weakly smiling, you say, "Of course he is."

Rick leans on the side of your bed, elbows pressed into the mattress as he holds himself up. "You know, Carl heard what you said." You frown in confusion. "He heard you through the door when you told one of the attackers to get away from your kids."

"Oh god." Your eyes widen. "Rick, I'm so so-"

"Don't. Those kids are yours as much as they are mine." His words give you pause, but then you can feel your face heating up as your bashfulness kicks in as it always does when it comes to Rick and any talk of a relationship between the two of you. "You've been there for Judith her entire life and you helped Carl into becoming the young man he is today by not letting the harsh world completely remake him into someone terrible. Those are our kids, Y/N. If you want that, of course."

You hadn't realized your eyes filled with tears until you feel the hot trail they leave behind after slipping from the corners of your eyes. You sniffle and reach up to wipe the tears away. "I do. I want that."

Rick beams at you, his own eyes a little misty. You can't help but chuckle as he leans up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good, because Daryl is already talking about renovating my room to his liking. It appears I'm moving in with you."

"Well if that's the case, you better go air out our house after all those dead were in there."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get right on that." He leans up and kisses your cheek this time, he finally feeling like it's okay to leave your side.

As he stands up, you smile as he stretches and then groans when his back pops. Then as he's walking away, you can't help but say, "Just so you know, if you hog the covers I'm kicking you out and you can share with Daryl."

Rick snorts, only looking over his shoulder at you to smile.

Not even ten seconds later and Tara's entering the room, eyes sparkling with mirth. You narrow your eyes suspiciously at her, but she merely rolls her eyes in return. "What? Let me have this. We've been waiting for this thing between you and Rick to blossom for forever."

"So I've been told. Now tell me, Doc Jr, when can I get out of here? I've got a household to maintain."

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes imagine #the walking dead imagine #twd imagine #twd gen fic x reader #rick x reader #rick grimes #the walking dead #fanficimagery

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 17 - With Him

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, how will it go in the end?, 4.8k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

One finger tapped on the strap of his fanny pack as Alex listened for the right bus stop to be called. If all those months since he’d seen Willie had been long, this past week had been longer. Especially since the news about Caleb had hit hard and every minute in the studio now felt like the band was precariously teetering on the edge of a cliff. He was going to try not to let any of that get in his way today, though. He’d made it to Saturday and Willie was only a few streets away, and he didn’t care what happened for the rest of the day - it was going to be good.

Finally he heard the next stop announced for where he needed to get off and he pulled the cord that told the driver to make a stop. Stepping onto the sidewalk, his heart bounced around in its chamber like the Tazmanian devil from Looney Tunes. He was glad that Willie lived in the basement of the apartment building he occupied because it would’ve been the worst if Alex forgot which room he was in and spent hours frantically knocking doors.

It was hard to tell if he was moving quickly or if his mind was just racing, but in either case, he eventually found himself at the door. For a second, he simply took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, trying to get a visual of Willie immediately pouncing on him the moment the door opened out of his head. It wouldn’t exactly be unwelcome, but Alex was realizing how desperate he was to be with him and was amazed at how it affected his imagination.

Lifting a hand, he made sure he knocked loudly. Soon after, the door opened, and Alex was greeted with shining brown eyes, silky, gorgeous brown hair styled into two braids, and a smile he could make home in. Willie.

“Hey, come on in!” Willie was saying, standing to the side and gesturing for him to enter. Crossing the threshold, Alex gazed at the humble space, taking in the details with heightened interest. “This is mi casa!” He began showing Alex around. “We’ve got the main living space, very cozy. The kitchen to your left, but no dining room so it’s all criss-cross applesauce on the floor - makes it extra chill. Bathroom through the back. The sink and shower handles will sometimes shock you, so don’t mind all the electrical tape.”

It was surprisingly accommodating for a dingy basement, and Willie had already made little additions that spoke volumes about him without words. A king size mattress sat in the corner of the ‘main living space’ on the floor with a small bookshelf beside it. The bookshelf only had a handful of cassette tapes and a Walkman lying on top, with a few sketchbooks on the middle shelf. Next to that, the dresser had a small collection of vintage soda bottles and a camera sitting on its surface. Glow-in-the-dark star stickers covered the ceiling above the bed. Even a couple cat toys could be spotted on the floor. Immediately, Alex approached the area where Willie’s desk sat surrounded by sketches hung on the wall.

“So these are your drawings?” he asked, although the answer was obvious. They were so good. Willie followed him over, the squinty smile still in his eyes.

“Yeah. Some are new. Most of them are attempts to recover what Caleb tore up.”

Alex looked at Willie apologetically, even though the loss of Willie’s previous work wasn’t his fault. Without warning, a pressure on his leg and the sound of loud purring announced Sheldon’s presence. The cat looked up at him and blinked slowly, already begging for attention. Heart melting, Alex bent down to pet him.

“Hey, Sheldon,” he said. “I forgot how cute you were!” He smiled as Sheldon rubbed his head against his hand with more affection that he’d likely seen from any other creature on the planet. Well...maybe there was one other that matched it. Alex had heard about how pets could take on the temperament of their owners, and suspected this was a clear example. “He’s gotten so big since I last saw him.”

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be almost two years old, if Escobar guessed his age right.”

Standing again as Sheldon pattered off, Alex returned his attention to the wall of art, looking at the pieces more closely.

“So which one is your dad?” he mused.

Willie untacked one of them and held it out for Alex to examine. “This one.”

Holding the edges carefully, Alex gazed in amazement at the detail Willie had caught. The edges were certainly less defined, but the scene inside the truck was so easy to visualize that Alex could almost feel the leather of the seats and the windchill from the window. He wasn’t sure what began burning in his chest as he peered down at the image, but it was profound and complex.

“I’ve thought about seeing if I could find him, but I think with my memory it’s kind of impossible,” Willie told him.

“He looks so happy here. I don’t get why you would end up as a foster kid.”

“Yeah, I wondered that too. Maybe he didn’t have a choice?”

Alex looked at Willie’s face, and he could tell half of him was lost in a world of what-ifs and other questions. He was always trying to seem so easy-going, and to an extent he truly was, but he couldn’t hide the constant sense of upheaval that rested on his shoulders. At least, Alex was picking up on it more, now that he knew the things he did. He may have been biased, but he couldn’t imagine anyone not fighting their hardest to keep Willie.

Suddenly his gaze was drawn to the unfinished work on the desk, and recognized it as a portrait of himself.

“Wow.” The word fell out of his mouth.

“Oh,” Willie started with a hint of shyness. “Obviously that one isn’t done, so…” He reached to put it away.

“You got that far off of memory, though,” Alex said. “I’m impressed. And you make me look good.” He offered an encouraging smile. “Maybe some time today I could be a model for you?”

Willie cocked his eyebrow, surprise and playfulness making an adorable combination on his face. It made Alex’s smile grow wider.

“Well, we’ve got a whole day ahead,” Willie said. “Your wish is my command.”

“Okay,” Alex said, leaning onto his back foot casually, one side of his lip curling with intrigue. “Well, I wanna see where you go around here. You seem to have a knack for finding the best spots. We can play it by ear.”

“What’s that one song with the one phrase?” Willie asked. “‘Any way the wind blows?’” He sang shyly, clearly playing down what Alex could tell was a nice voice.

“Bohemian Rhapsody,” Alex smiled. Willie’s job at the record store was at least giving him a good taste in music. “Don’t worry, you’ll know everything about the classics once you hang out with me enough.”

An emotion flashed in Willie’s eyes and after a moment Alex realized what those words were actually saying. He held his gaze, hoping he could communicate his intentions clearly, unlike the last time they’d seen each other. Willie swallowed, and his expression remained excited as he loaded his backpack and led them out the door, board in hand. Alex followed him, deciding not to question which direction they were going.

First, they made a stop to buy a bunch of apples. In classic Willie fashion, he went to a bodega, and this time he communicated with the cashier in rough Spanish. Alex knew he was showing off, and smirked at the notion that Willie enjoyed impressing him.

“So what do we need these for?” Alex wondered as they left the bodega. “Besides a ton of apples for lunch.”

Willie’s secretive smile made Alex raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a surprise.”

A little while later, they stood before the most unlikely place in all of Los Angeles: a horse barn. Staring at the building as if it loomed fifty feet above him, hands in his pockets, Alex gulped and a lump of dread landed in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh no,” he muttered apprehensively.

“Oh yeah,” Willie said, turning to him with a thrilled grin on his face.

Alex wasn’t exactly afraid of horses...he just had no idea what to do around them and therefore was not sure what to expect from them. Also, he would’ve worn different pants if he’d known this was on the agenda.

“I promise, they’ve got some really chill horses,” Willie tried to ease his nerves. “I’ve gone on this trail enough times. Don’t worry, you’ll know everything about riding once you hang out with me enough.” He winked as he threw back Alex’s line with a sly smile.

Unable to argue, Alex shook his head and used the hand in his pocket to gesture forward, signaling to Willie he was up to the challenge. He watched him practically skip inside and he had to jog to keep up after him. They signed in and then were led to two stalls.

Willie immediately gravitated toward a tall golden-colored mustang stallion with a dark mane, apparently both already familiar and happy to see each other. Alex watched him gently greet and essentially coo at it while comfortably stroking its nose and then feeding it an apple. He longed to have that sort of talent with other creatures, and simultaneously realized that he yearned to receive that same tenderness.

Once the horses were tacked up and one of the instructors had given Alex some brief pointers on how to ride, he found himself following Willie on a trail while mounted on a painted mare. The only philosophy he could adopt out here was to be gentle and not get lost.

“Not so bad, your majesty,” Willie called over to him.

An extremely nervous laugh elicited from Alex’s throat involuntarily, only making Willie laugh in return. Alex rode a little closer so they were nearly side by side on the trail.

“I’ve been here once,” he said. “I think I was about twelve? My mom thought that it would make me change my mind about taking ballet classes. We rode for maybe fifteen minutes before I got so nervous we had to turn back around and go home. Never made it through the full trail.”

“Man, that sucks,” Willie commented. “I didn’t know you did ballet.”

“Yeah, that and a few other types of dance. I was forced to quit a little couple years ago. That’s about when we got serious as a band, so I just found something else to bother my parents with.”

He could see the gears click into place as Willie came to a few conclusions about his parents and gave an emphatic nod.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance. That was the one thing Caleb had promised to teach me. He’s the worst, but he definitely knows how to dance.”

Suddenly, Alex remembered watching Caleb’s movements when he’d served him and the boys at the diner. Of course he could dance; everything had been fluid and smooth. All he could say to that thought was “huh,” at first. Then after a few moments: “I’ll have to teach you one of these days then.”

Willie’s eyes crinkled at the corners, happy at the prospect.

“Yeah, okay! Add that to our to-do list.”

Alex chuckled. They had a to-do list now. He bit his lip as he continued following Willie along the trail. It was a gorgeous day and in this area the sky was so clear compared to further inside the city. Greatly contrasting his experience from years ago, Alex felt himself become much more at ease and felt confident enough to take greater control of his horse. Willie pulled out his camera and snapped a few scenic photos every once in a while.

Eventually, they stopped at an outlook and Alex had to take in an awed breath. The view was clear for miles all around them. Green hills spanned the landscape in every direction with patches of city speckled in between. Even the ocean line was visible from there. How did Willie know how to find these?

“Hey, Alex!” Willie called, lifting his camera. “Say cheese!”

Turning to face him, Alex flashed a genuine smile as Willie captured him atop his horse against the scenery. He was usually pretty camera shy, but this time he really didn’t mind. Keeping memories like this actually felt important to him, unlike the many times he’d been forced to pose with his family at functions he’d also been made to attend. Those occasions had always felt so insincere - less about enjoying the memory and more about trying to prove their status as the polished, functional family everyone aspired to.

He saw Willie dismount for a moment and stretch his legs. Gripping the reins and looking around in uncertainty, Alex realized he’d gotten on before ensuring he could properly get off. Thankfully, Willie noticed and came up to him, hands raised.

“Okay, so just...carefully lift your foot out of the stirrup and swing your leg over toward me,” he instructed. Sucking in a breath hesitantly, Alex did as he said. “Alright, then...here.” Willie offered a hand for Alex to grab so he could slide off with ease. Landing on the ground, he leaned into Willie to gain his balance, and felt a congratulatory pat on his back. It took more restraint than Alex anticipated to not simply wrap his arms around him and sit like that for an indefinite amount of time. They had all day ahead of them; he didn’t need the sudden fear of losing him to derail things out of nowhere.

“Sorry if I look like a wimp about all this,” he said, letting go of his hand.

“Nah, don’t sweat it,” Willie assured him, shaking his head. “This is...this is new.”

His eyes seemed to take Alex in from head to toe and Alex could’ve sworn the charge in the air between them would buzz if they got closer, spark if they made contact. It was almost like that moment in front of Willie’s door the week before. For a few seconds they remained locked in that trance before Willie took hold of the horse’s reins and handed them to Alex.

“Technically this trail could take hours, but I’m guessing this isn’t all you’re interested in today,” he said. “What do you say we stretch our legs a bit and then ride back?”

Looking from the reins in his hand back to Willie, Alex nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Opening his backpack, Willie handed him an apple and then bit down into one of his own. Taking a bite, it was one of the most refreshing apples Alex ever eaten. They walked the horses a little ways and tried to get good pictures of the different views around them. Alex asked to try his hand with the camera and get a few good shots of Willie. He didn’t consider himself a photographer, but he doubted when the photos got developed that they would turn out badly. The way Willie smiled made him seem like he was made of sunlight from the inside out.

As they rode back to the barn, Alex kept replaying those moments where he’d refrained from making a move over in his head. This had been strike two. If he continued on like this, he was going to hate himself for the rest of eternity, he was pretty sure. Was it some weird kind of side effect of the whole ‘Willie come back to life’ thing? Watching him affectionately say goodbye to his horse once they were ready to leave, Alex looked at his own horse and raised a tentative hand up to her nose.

The mare gazed back, patience gleaming in her eyes. He finally set his hand down on her nose and gently rubbed it up and down, smiling a little to himself. This wasn’t so bad. He could do this - it was just a matter of getting through all the barriers he made for himself in his head. Moving his hands from the horse’s nose, he stroked along her neck, and caught Willie smiling at him from the corner of his eye.

“You wanna try feeding her an apple?” he asked.

Thinking for a few seconds, Alex nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Pulling one out of his backpack, Willie placed it in Alex’s palm.

“Alright, so hold it out in front of you like this…” He positioned Alex to offer the apple. “And keep your palm flat.”

Alex uncurled his fingers and after sniffing at it a little the mare ate it out of his hand. He could ignore the sensation of her mouth touching him because Willie still had his arm around his shoulder to hold him steady. They looked at each other, and Alex wished he could get a proper shot at Willie’s face at that angle with the camera.

“Looks like you’re gonna get the hang of this,” Willie commended.

Alex looked back up at the horse, a little bit of pride swelling in his chest. “Yeah, I think I will.”

Later, they went to the beach at Alex’s suggestion. He was perched on the surface of a picnic table, posed as if he were looking off into the distance. Willie sketched with great concentration, having taken his hair out of his braids so he could run his hand through it. The late afternoon sun brought out all the best color contrasts in their surroundings - one of the things Alex loved about coming to the beach at this time of day.

“So I have a question,” Alex started, trying not to move too much. His tendency to talk with his hands kept getting him in trouble.

“Shoot,” Willie prompted him, not looking up.

“Did Caleb let you go to school or anything? Or did he provide any sort of education at all?”

Squinting, Willie looked thoughtful for a moment.

“So, after the accident, he told me that I’d had to be taken out of school,” he began, continuing to sketch. “Which makes sense, I guess, if I forgot everything. I remember some basic things, like math wasn’t hard to pick up again. Once I was recovered enough to go places, he just let me go to the public library and find whatever I wanted to read. But he always insisted on not having reminders of who I was before and said it was supposed to be helping me ‘become my own person’. He got rid of things like my school yearbooks and old journals and things. I didn’t think anything of it at first because he’d just called it useless clutter and I believed him. As soon as he decided I was fit enough to work in the diner and help out at the hotel, he told me to forget about school. Anything else I picked up was from watching TV, or listening to the radio, or something. Sometimes I’ll just remember I know something after hearing about it and it’s like it was just always there.”

Listening intently, Alex marveled at the whole thing. The fact that Caleb was not only negligent, but actively discouraging Willie from knowing anything, made him wish he could take down the man’s whole career. However, he figured Willie probably had a lot of his intelligence still untapped. If he’d been able to get away from Caleb and somehow create a life for himself in the span of a few months, Alex wondered what else he was capable of.

“What’s something you remember?” he wondered.

“I guess I used to be really obsessed with space. Just planets and stars and all that. I can spout off facts about Jupiter’s moons and stuff like that. Did you know that the moon Europa has a saltwater ocean under a layer of ice?”

Alex shook his head. “No, I didn’t. That sounds really cool though.” He thought of the stickers on Willie’s ceiling and smirked a little before reassuming his pose.

“I sort of wish I could remember being in school,” Willie was saying. “Everyone else seems to just share all of those memories and understand each other that way.”

Alex saw his brow furrow, and could tell he felt left out. He pondered on his own experience growing up in public school. There was almost no other way he would’ve met Luke, Bobby and Reggie if they hadn’t all attended the same schools. While he could easily critique and complain about it to no end, he knew it was a privilege.

“School is definitely hard,” he told Willie. “But I did get my friends out of it, and I guess that makes up for it. If it’s any consolation, you could just complain about Caleb like he was your horrible English teacher who thought he knew more about the subject of your essay, but you cited all of your sources and they proved him completely wrong.”

Willie laughed. “Why? Did that happen to you?”

Alex bobbed his head from side to side and feigned looking thoughtful . “Maybe.”

“I kind of like reducing him to a loser English teacher. He just sounds petty and sad.”

“That’s high school,” Alex confirmed.

Leaning back from his work for a minute to take it all in, Willie brushed a hand through his hair.

“Here, you wanna take a look at it?” he said. Alex hopped off the table and went to stand over Willie’s shoulder at the drawing and was immediately rendered speechless. The detail was impeccable, but Alex was more impressed by the feeling he got looking at it. Willie had managed to make him appear...handsome, and pensive, and fascinating, like anyone else could look at him and create a million unique ideas of who he was. However, it wasn’t anyone else looking at him, it was Willie, and what he’d captured felt like the truth. Alex couldn’t really explain what that meant, only that it was an honest representation.

“Okay, I know I said the one back at your place made me look good, but this is...this is unreal.”

He could see Willie trying to be modest, but the corners of his lips couldn’t stay down. Funny enough, he appeared even more unable to find words, and simply beamed as he looked back and forth between his sketch and Alex’s face.

A sudden impulse came over Alex, and he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on top of Willie’s skateboard and backpack. Willie sat looking flustered for a moment.

“Wanna swim?” Alex nodded toward the waves, bidding Willie to follow. He didn’t wait for him to catch up as he immediately began running into the waves up to his knees. Alex knew his pants would be even more ruined the second he hit the salty water, but he didn’t care. Now the sun was beginning to set and the chill of the waves was refreshing, and he couldn’t express what he felt just then in any other way.

Willie tackled him from behind, climbing onto his back and nearly knocking him over into the shallow tide. Clambering back to his feet, Alex splashed water at him. They began a playful water fight back and forth, until they were both drenched. Eventually, Alex tried to catch hold of both Willie’s hands in an attempt to prevent being splashed anymore. He had the advantage of longer arms, but before he could get a tight hold of the second arm Willie’s leg swept under his and they both fell just as a large wave washed over them.

As the water pulled back, they sat in the sand in a tangle, laughing. All Alex could think of was how pretty Willie was in this light, hair swept back off his face with tendrils resting over his shoulders, sun gleaming in his eyes and constantly shining from the inside out. The laughter died between them and he caught a look in Willie’s eye that made him wonder if he appeared to him to be just as perfect in that moment.

This time his mind and body worked in sync as he lifted a hand and gently pulled Willie into a short, tender kiss. All the self-flagellation from earlier was washed away in one pure moment, and exhilaration moved into its place. It felt soft and sweet, just the way he expected it should. Just as quickly as he’d let go, Willie went in for another one, a little longer and a little deeper. One hand remained caressing his cheek while the other wrapped around his upper back. Alex couldn’t help smiling into another kiss; he was too happy to care about anything else. Hardly a week ago, this had been impossible.

As they let go, their hands came together and they looked into each other's eyes, both releasing a relieved chuckle. Willie looked at the rest of the beach behind them and Alex’s eyes followed, but at this hour there were too few people around and no one paying attention to them. Turning back to Alex, Willie sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“Wow,” was all he said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, I’d definitely do that again,” Alex smirked, until the joy in his chest converted it into a full grin.

A wave washed over them again and they both stood, shaking out their hair and trying to wipe off whatever sand they could. Heading back up the beach, Willie grabbed Alex’s hand so they could make their way up together. The sun was nearly set but Alex was sure it had just gone into his chest, bursting with excitement. Once they reached the picnic table, they gathered their things and Willie offered to carry Alex’s shirt inside his backpack on the way home. Thank goodness there were a few patches of grass so Alex could try to get a little more sand off his feet before putting his shoes back on.

“So how long have you been sitting on that?” Willie teased as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and they left the beach.

“Shut up,” Alex laughed, knowing he was being called out.

“No, really!” Willie bumped his side jokingly. “I want to know!”

Tilting his head back to try to remember, it didn’t take Alex long to give him the answer.

“Since day one,” he told him.

Surprise swept over Willie’s face as he looked at Alex.

“Seriously?” he asked.

Alex nodded.

“Me too.”

It was Alex’s turn to look surprised. Without saying another word, he took Willie’s hand in his and then kissed it before continuing back toward his place. The whole way they talked about all the different things they needed to do together in the future. Riding on more horse trails, dancing lessons, skating lessons, art modeling sessions, going to band practices and gigs, visiting the record store while Willie wasn’t working, etc. They both agreed that the entire day technically counted as a date, and all further plans would as well. Alex was reminded once again that he didn’t have a notebook to write things down in, and vowed to have one for the next time he saw Willie. Once they reached Willie’s door, they had already put their shirts back on and it was completely dark outside.

“Are you free any time next week?” Willie asked, still holding onto Alex’s hand.

“I wish I could say yes, but probably not. And as much as I’d love to give you my number, it’s really not the best idea.”

“Well, I could give you mine,” Willie said.

Alex shot him a confused look. Holding up a finger, Willie dug into his backpack until he found his sketchbook and tore off the corner of a page, quickly scribbling one down and handing it to Alex.

“It’s actually the one for work,” he said. “But if it’s what we can do for now, I’ll do it. Kyle won’t care.”

Looking at it for a minute and then stashing it in his now-dry pocket, Alex took hold of Willie’s chin and went to kiss him again. It was really hard to stop, but they soon broke apart.

“I gotta go,” Alex murmured.

Willie only nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go and slipping his own into his pocket.

“I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

Once again heading up the short set of stairs to the sidewalk, Alex rubbed his lips together, relishing in the taste of what he and Willie had just done. He couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #alive au #willex #willie #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #caleb covington #viva las vegas #with him #fiddlepickdouglas

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cracked-pean · 4 years

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Not Knowing Pt.2

Characters: Derek Hale, Female! Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Kate Argent (mentioned), Deaton (mentioned)

Word Count: 5,086

Warnings: Buried Alive, Panic Attack, Angst, Fluff Ending, Torture/Punishments (mentioned)

Part 1

Masterlist

A/N: This is part 2 and final part to ‘Not Knowing’ As i mentioned in part 1 this one took a whole mind of its own. But one scene from two shows inspired this to happen. One from ‘Criminal Minds’ and the other from ‘Leverage’ I hope y’all enjoyed it. Let me know what y’all thought about. Again sorry about any errors and missing warnings (please let me know if i missed any so i can tag them)

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The pack stood around the living room, still in shock at the information that Kate had given them. Her terms were, they had to agree on letting her go if they wanted to get the location where their friend was at. Kate had seemed truthful enough the pack had to take what they were given. The wolves decided to go by foot, since they'd be faster and Lydia and Stiles went in her car. Once they were on the road Stiles stared at the piece of paper with the number that Kate had given them. She had said that that's how they'd get their proof if [Y/N] was alive or not.

Lydia noticed his hesitation and placed a hand on his that was holding the slip of paper, “I know. But we have to do it. We have to bring her home,” she paused. “Even if we’re too late.”

[Y/N] had started to come to from an odd sound ringing loudly by her ears. Her head was throbbing and the sound wasn’t helping. The movements on her eyes made her head pound more so [Y/N] decided for her head to calm down a bit before trying them again. The floor felt different. It wasn't concrete like it normally was. This was rough, but smooth. She tried opening her eyes again but realized that wherever she was, was just dark with no such thing as a light source. She leaned forward a bit to get up but instantly regretted it as her head made contact with something hard. [Y/N] lifted her arms instead slowly this time but came in contact with the hard object just a few inches above her.

Trying to figure out what was happening and where she was, the ringing sound from earlier had come on again. She felt around and patted her body and found a small object in one of her jean’s pockets. A phone. It was a small silver flip phone and the small screen glowed a random number. Flipping it open, the call was answered.

"H-hello?" she shakingly spoke.

"[Y/N]? [Y/N] is that you?" the voice said quickly.

[Y/N] was so confused but answered anyway. "Yeah, who is this? What do you want?"

Wherever she was at didn't seem to have much room for her. The small phone produced enough light for her to shine around. Then she paused at the reply the voice gave.

"Oh my God. [Y/N] it's Stiles, we're coming to get you," Stiles? Get her? We who? Where the hell even was she.

With the close proximity she was in, she was still able to hear the phone while shining the light around. Wood. This was all wood. Was she in a box. They had trapped her in a box this time. Great. She tried kicking it open with her feet, but she was too compacted, there wasn't enough room to get a good enough momentum to do much damage.

"Hey, are you still there? What's that sound?" Stiles’ voice rang out from the phone again.

She groaned and let her head drop back against the wooden floor.

"They locked me in a wooden box. I can't get out, it's too small."

There were some mumbles on the other end of the line, but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Until there was a sigh and the voice was directed back to her.

"Ok [Y/N] don't panic. You're going to be just fine. We're on our way to get you."

"Stiles do you know where am I? I don't even know where I am and I'm in a box," she let out a hard kick and a bit of dirt was let in through the cracks.

"What the hell?" She whispered but Stiles was able to hear it.

"Um, ok. There's no easy way to say this but don't freak ok," there was a small pause. "Kate buried you underground."

[Y/N] froze as she was about to give out another kick. Buried? She was buried? The small box, the dirt, the wood. Oh my god.

She was in a coffin.

Her heart began to race and her breathing started to come out in small gasps. She felt like she was about to pass out, but she pushed that thought away. The phone slipped out of her grasp and fell beside her head as she gripped her hair in her hands.

No, no, no. This cannot be happening to her. Not this. Anything but this.

"-[Y/N]. Focus on my voice. [Y/N], c'mon [Y/N/N]."

Fortunately, the call didn't end and Stiles tried to get her attention back on him.

"S-stiles. I-i can't br-eath." She gasped in every word she spoke.

Stiles glanced at Lydia in the driver seat with wide eyes as her grip tightened around the steering wheel. The banshee stepped on the gas a little more, keeping focus on the road. Lydia couldn’t afford to lose it while behind the wheel. If something were to happen to them, then what good would that do in finding and helping [Y/N]. Stiles was starting to panic himself but he tried to push it down and focus on trying to get his friend to calm down.

"[Y/N], I need you to close your eyes and take in a deep breath and let it out when I tell you to, ok."

"I c-can't."

"Yes, you can. I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere. Scott and the others are on foot, they'll be there before you know it. But I need you to calm down for me ok?"

[Y/N] closed her eyes and placed her right hand over her heart to try and slow it down a bit.

"Ok."

Stiles let out a small sigh and reassured Lydia that everything was ok.

"Alright breathe in," he heard an intake and waited a few seconds before continuing, "breathe out," and then there was an exhale. This went out for a few minutes till [Y/N] told him she was ok for the time being.

It was quiet on [Y/N]'s end but Stiles let her know he was still there and he knew she was too by the sound of her breathing.

Derek was taking the lead. The others were behind him close by, but he was slightly faster than them. It could have been the alpha spark in him, or the anger that he was feeling towards Kate and her men. Whatever it was, he was glad it was giving him strength to keep pushing towards the girl.

He was lost in thought when he took in a familiar scent.

"Stop." He motioned the others to hold their position.

"You smell that?"

Scott was confused but took a whiff of the air around him as did the other wolves.

Peter broke the silence, "It's faint, but it's her. It's [Y/N]."

Derek gave him a nod.

"We must be getting close to her" Commented Isaac.

They concentrated on her scent to decide what direction they should head in next.

"This way. Let's go," Derek motioned them to follow.

The further in the woods they got, the stronger her scent got. They had thought this was a win for them. They were so close to saving her. Having her near them again. That is until they got to the clearing.

"What the hell?" Erica gasped.

It was an open field with a bunch of freshly dug up holes. Each pile had a shovel stacked on top with a piece of clothing belonging to their friend attached to the handles. Her scent was everywhere. No wonder it was so strong.

"How are we supposed to know which one she's in now?" Boyd questioned.

Derek rubbed a hand across his forehead and let out a frustrated sigh. Knowing Kate, he knew she wouldn’t have made it so easy to rescue [Y/N].

"Scott, call Lydia,"

There was ringing coming from Lydia's phone in the cup holder indicating she was getting a call. Lydia gave him the go ahead to answer it since she was driving.

He put the call on speaker and held it in between the both of them.

“We're here. Did you get a hold of her yet?” Scott's voice rang through the car.

“Yeah we did, she's fine for now,” Lydia assured him.

There was a sigh of relief on the other end.

“Ok that's good but we have another problem now. The field we're at is surrounded by a bunch of piles of dirt with her scent at each one. We don't know which one she's at.”

“Stiles,” it was Peter. “Tell her to make some kind of noise if she can. We might be able to hear her if she's not too far below.”

Stiles mumbled an ok and returned to his call with [Y/N], "Hey [Y/N/N], the others are at the field where you are. I don't know how far below you are, but can you make some sort of sound for them to hear you?"

"Y-yeah. I can-n try."

"Ok, as loud as you can [Y/N]."

She set the phone beside her head and balled her hands into fist and began to bang the roof of the coffin. The dirt was starting to make way in through the cracks more. Her bare feet started to ache as kicked with them as well, she's sure there were some blood stains at the end now.

Peter handed back the phone to Scott and told him to keep the line open.

The wolves split up and walked around the piles and concentrated on listening for any sound that would let them know which one their friend was trapped in.

"Stiles I can't do it anymore," [Y/N] spoke through her end slightly out of breath.

"Just a little longer [Y/N/N], we're so close," Stiles reassured her.

Lydia's grip on the wheel began to tighten more if that was possible. She took her phone out of Stiles’ grip and spoke.

"Scott anything? I don't think she can hold out much longer."

Scott sighed, "We're trying but I think she's too far down."

She glanced at Stiles, knowing that he heard his best friend.

Derek was about to pull the plug and tell them to dig up every patch there was. He would not stop till they found her. Dead or alive.

"Guys, over here. I think I've got her."

Everyone turned to Erica's call. They hadn't realized how big the patches extended to. Erica was at the other end of the field and kneeled down closer to the pile of dirt she was at.

Right at that moment, Lydia's car pulled up to the field.

"Oh my god," Lydia breathed out. It looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. God, she really hoped there weren’t any other bodies below those piles. The two jumped out of the car and ran straight towards where the others seemed to be heading.

"[Y/N], another sound I think we’ve got you," Stiles spoke into the phone as he ran.

[Y/N] sighed. She was sweaty and out of breath from all that banging, plus the oxygen was slipping past her quickly from all her movements in the coffin. Not to mention, small dirt piles had begun to form on and around her from dirt that had fallen through the cracks. Closing her eyes, [Y/N] pictured all her friends laughing and having fun. Their smiles shining brightly, a small memory flashing before her with each one, trying to muster up what little strength she had left in her to give it another go. Until a certain one’s made her heart skip a beat. Derek.

If what Kate had said was true about [Y/N] being Derek’s weakness, then Derek was [Y/N]’s as well. She couldn’t recall when the exact moment she realized her feelings towards the Alpha had blossomed, but they were real. Her heart would race a little when she caught sight of him, her stomach did backflips when he would make contact with her skin whether it be in passing or while training. Her breath would hitch slightly when he would suddenly appear in the room or beside her. Every feeling you could think of, she had felt. [Y/N] hadn’t tried to hide her feelings but she hadn’t tried to make them known either, they were just there. And if the pack had caught a whiff of them, they didn’t mention them to her.

[Y/N] scrunched up her eyebrows and gathered up the little strength she had left. C’mon [Y/N], you can do it. Derek taught us to fight till our last dying breath, and that’s what you’re going to do.

She began to punch and kick harder this time, trying to make as much noise as she could. The last kick she made was too hard. It caused a board at the end by her feet to loosen and break, letting dirt completely cover her below the knees.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” she muttered.

The others above ground arrived just as Erica was able to confirm that she was able to hear banging below the pile. Derek grabbed the shovel from the pile and began to dig. Boyd jumped in with one of the surrounding shovels and quickly began to help the Alpha.

“Stiles, a board broke and more dirt fell through. I can’t anymore,” Her voice came out softly through the phone as small tears began to well up in her eyes.

“It’s ok [Y/N], just hold on a bit longer. We’re digging you up right now,” the boy ran a hand along his forehead as he gripped the phone tightly in the other.

“I’m so tired.” With that [Y/N]’s eyes closed.

Stiles’ eyes widened, “No, no, no. C’mon stay awake. [Y/N]?” But there was no reply from her end. “Guys, I think she passed out.”

Derek pushed even more, every breath he took he shoved the shovel even deeper, trying to get enough out of the grave. Suddenly, the tool made contact with something hard. Derek called out, “I GOT HER!”

He tossed the shovel aside and kneeled down on the wooden box as he quickly began to brush the dirt away. He tried looking for some sort of handle to open it but there was none, it was all nailed down. With no other choice he balled up his fist and let it fall through the box. His eyes glowed as he began to tear away wooden boards determined to reach her, and there she was. Her hair was all tangled and scattered around her face. She had black smudges from the sweat and dirt coming together. Derek made a big enough gap and carefully began to pull up [Y/N]’s body through. Peter and Scott reached down and helped pull her above ground onto the grass. Lydia kneeled down beside her, brushing away the girl’s face and dusting off some dirt from her face. [Y/N]’s skin was a bit cold compared to the others.

“There’s a blanket in the backseat of my car,” Lydia said to no one specific but Isaac ran to get it.

“She’s still alive, she’s ok. Just passed out,” Peter informed them.

Derek was still in the grave, it reached up to his waist while standing on top of the box, he had his head hung low as he leaned on the grass for support. He focused his hearing on just her and sighed in relief. [Y/N] was still breathing, it was faint but began to regulate itself as she breathed in more of the open air, and her heart was steady as well. The fear of almost losing her was a terrible feeling for him. God. He understood what Kate had meant now. It was the not knowing. Not knowing if he and the others would make it to her in time. Not knowing if she was alive or not. Not knowing if he would ever get to see her again, her smile, hear her laugh at some joke one of the pack members had told her, feel her hugs. The not knowing was truly the worst.

“[Y/N]? Can you hear me?” Lydia gently spoke to her. [Y/N] had begun to stir and grumble in her place. The others gathered closer but still left enough space for her to not feel suffocated. [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered open and saw spots of black and red. She blinked a few times to adjust her eyesight and the black and red spots could now be recognized as the night sky and Lydia’s red hair. I’m alive? She made a move to sit up and Lydia slowly helped her, right then Isaac appeared with the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Ow, that hurt,” she mumbled as she brought a hand to her head and leaned against the girl’s chest.

“Yeah, you have quite a bump on the back of your head,” Lydia mentioned.

[Y/N] looked around but her body went stiff. Those eyes. Oh god, she wasn’t safe. This was all a trick. She looked back at the others and their eyes had changed. She began to scoot away from them. No this can’t be happening.

“[Y/N], hey what’s the matter?” Scott asked as he neared her.

“No, no. Get away from me,” her voice was soft and shaky, but filled with fear.

Their eyes were glowing. These weren’t her friends. It was Kate and her men.

Everyone was met with confusion and worry. She had been fine literally a second ago. The wolves could smell fear radiate off her. But there was nothing around for her to be scared off. These were her friends, they would never harm her, never in their wildest dreams.

Derek quickly glanced up at her and noticed her eyes shifting between everyone and trying to create far enough distance from everyone. He slowly jumped out of the grave and made small movements towards not wanting to frighten her even more.

“[Y/N], it’s us. You know us, we're your friends, we’re not going to hurt you.”

Someone had spoken but [Y/N] couldn’t hear them. Kate and her men had traumatized her too much to be able to recognize her friends anymore. All the people around her, their eyes were just like theirs when they would come in her room and punish her.

Lydia and Stiles just stared at her. When [Y/N] had come to she was fine, but as soon as she saw everyone else she tried to get away from them. Stiles glanced at his friends and cursed. All their eyes were glowing, none were their normal eye color. None looked human to her, except his and Lydia’s.

“Lydia, Kate must have done something to her. She doesn’t recognize the others, but she does us,” he pointed out to her and the redhead instantly understood. The two spoke amongst each other and then split ways. Lydia walked towards the others and gathered them together while Stiles carefully walked towards the girl curled up in herself on the floor mumbling softly.

“Hey,” he gently spoke and placed a hand to her shoulder. The action caused her to jump a little and look up. Her eyes met light brown ones and something clicked in her.

“Stiles?”

He gave her a small smile and nodded, “Yeah, it’s me. You ok?”

The others noticed her voice change and saw she didn’t move away from him. This relaxed them a little and returned their focus back to Lydia.

“T-they were here. Kate and them, they were here,” her eyes made to move around him but Stiles quickly stopped the motion.

“[Y/N], you’re safe now. They’re gone now. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“No, no. I saw them. I saw their eyes,” she muttered out.

This caused Stiles to sigh sadly. He had hoped his and Lydia’s suspicion to be wrong be it wasn’t. “That wasn’t them, that was the pack. Our Friends.”

[Y/N] made another move to look behind him but was stopped again. What was going on? Why wouldn’t Stiles let her see the others.

“But you can’t see them just yet. I need to listen to me very closely.” [Y/N] looked at him closely but complied.

“I’m not sure what exactly Kate did, but I’m pretty sure she made you fear us. Well, the wolves more specifically. See, when you woke up Lydia was with you and you were fine. But, once you saw the others you panicked.” [Y/N] looked down at the grass between them and thought about it as he spoke. “That’s because their eyes weren’t their human color. Its what’s causing you to freak out. Notice how you’re not backing away from me?” She glazed back up at him and nodded. Stiles grinned, “That’s because I’m not a werewolf. I can’t change my eyes like they can.”

[Y/N] thought back on what had happened to her in the time she spent away from the others in that cold, isolated room.

“She hardly ever came to see me,” Lydia and the others were now focusing on the two on the grass floor. Listening in on their conversation. “She always had her men do her work for her. They were horrible, Stiles. They would punish me for the hell of it. They’d starve me, hunt me,” she couldn’t hold back the tears as they ran down her stained cheeks. “Cut me. But, they were always shifted. Claws, teeth, eyes, everything.” A deep growl came from behind them but she didn’t worry about it too much. She understood it was her friends and that they were listening. But that didn’t mean she didn’t slightly tense up when hearing it.

“I know it’s gonna be hard for you to see them face to face, so I have an idea. Only if you’re up for it,” Stiles offered. [Y/N] nodded. She was willing to do anything. She had spent too much time away from them already and she wanted to be near them again. No matter how long it took, she wanted her family back.

Stiles nodded and began to shift their bodies together, never once letting her lose eye contact with him. He had made them switch places of a sort, making it this time for Donnie to have her back towards the others and Stiles facing her and them at the same time.

“I’m going to ask each of them to come over to us, but you won’t be looking at them. You’ll only be able to focus on their voice and touch. Your eyes will deceive you, but your ears won’t. You know it’s our pack here with us now so trust me. Trust yourself.” [Y/N] closed her eyes and let out a small breath, once opened she gave him a slight nod.

Stiles gave Lydia a nod and she began to send one member at a time.

The first one over was Erica. The blonde began to run towards her best friend and came to a stop just before reaching her and walked slowly towards [Y/N]. Erica wasn’t sure what to say so she said the first thing that would make [Y/N] believe it was truly her.

“Hi Wonder Woman,” Erica’s voice came out in a whisper as she placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder but [Y/N] was able to hear it.

She chuckled and placed her own over the one on her right, “Hi Batwoman.”

That was how each played out. One by one each member made themselves known to her whether it be a nickname or a “Glad your back” but Donnie was able to recognize each voice to each name. Then it was down to one person left.

Derek was scared. Of course [Y/N] was going to recognize him, but Derek feared that Kate might have done something to her to fear Derek in a different matter other than his shifted eyes. Kate had taken [Y/N] to hurt Him. Kate had made [Y/N] fear his pack to hurt Him. All that she had done to her was to hurt Derek and he was wary of what he could find out when he made his presence known to her.

Peter was just finishing up and Lydia turned to the young Hale. He was pacing slightly behind her and rubbing his hands together. She understood what was going through his head and made his way over to him.

“Hey, you’re up,” Derek paused and looked at her. Lydia’s eyes softened and gave his arm a small squeeze. “You’ll be ok. Just take a deep breath and walk on over there. She remembered the others, she’ll remember you,” she gave him a small smile and stepped aside for him. With that, Derek took a shaky step forward and began to walk towards her.

Stiles was talking quietly to her to calm her nerves and quieted down once he noticed the Alpha behind her. Stiles gave him a nod to go ahead.

“Hi, [Y/N],” he had placed a hand on her shoulder, but had also kneeled down behind her.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. That voice. That one specific had taken the air out of her lungs. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she heard it. The voice didn’t have to say much more than her name for her to be able to distinguish who it belonged to.

“D-d-derek?”

The voice let out a deep rumble before speaking again, “Yeah [Y/N/N], it’s me. You’re safe now.”

She looked at Stiles with hope in her eyes. She wanted him to help her confirm it was him. She could hear him and could feel his hand on her, but it all seemed too good to be true. But once that smile appeared on Stiles’ face the tears fell upon her cheeks and she turned to embrace the male behind her.

The motion came at Derek with such a force, he was pushed down to his bottom as he quickly wrapped his arms around her too. All the emotions he had bottled up for the past three months of not knowing her whereabouts came pouring out in that one hug towards her. He had tears in his eyes as well and hid his face in her neck as she hid hers in his chest. He took in her scent, took in her heartbeat and just focused everything onto her. Finally having her in his arms where she belonged. [Y/N] was shaking as she cried. The fear of all those months finally catching up to her. She kept mumbling apologies while Derek just held her and commenting she was safe and that they weren’t going to harm her anymore. After her tears had reduced to sniffles, she made a move to remove her head out of his chest to look at him, but Derek noticed and stopped her.

“No, don’t look. Just listen to my voice. I’m right here with you,” he soothed her. One arm was wrapped around her waist as the other brushed her hair, calming her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wish I could look at them,” she squeezed him again. “I wish I could look at you.”

“Don’t apologize, this wasn’t your fault. All that matters is that you're here safe with us. With me,” he placed a kiss on top of her head.

After a few minutes had passed, [Y/N] had begun to doze off in the warmth of his arms. Derek glanced down at her and finally took her in fully. Her hair was all knotted and scattered across her face. Her cheeks had dark smudges with tear stains on them. Her clothes were all dirty and torn in random places. Derek was pissed at the way Kate and her men had treated and left her. He noticed her feet near his thighs as she was curled up on him. They were all scarred, scabbed and bloody. His eyes glowed red and could feel them do so. He made sure [Y/N]’s head stayed hidden in his chest in case she accidentally made eye contact with him.

“I’m going to ride with Stiles and Lydia over to Deaton’s so he could check on her. The rest should head on home,” Derek announced as he got up with [Y/N] in his arms, carrying her bridal style.

The others didn’t argue but came towards the two to bid them a goodbye before walking over to the trees to head on home. But they were all going to Derek’s loft to stay the night.

Derek walked over to the car and made himself and [Y/N] comfortable in the backseat, with her body laid out while her head laid in Derek’s lap. He had gotten a water bottle and damped a small area on the corner of the blanket to wipe away some of the dirt on her face. Shortly after, [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered open and she saw him looking out the window waiting for the other two to join him. She was able to see the scruff along his jaw, his brows creasing together and those beautiful hazel-green eyes. For the first time she was able to truly see him as him and not one of Kate’s men and fear for her life as she did with them, but as the man she had fallen in love with and felt the warmth and safety in being around him. [Y/N] noticed one of his hands on her stomach and the other in her hair. She intertwined hers with his which caused him to look down at her and noticed her eyes were focused on them.

“You have to keep your eyes closed [Y/N],” he reminded her.

“But I’ve already looked at you,” she tilted her head up towards him. “And I’m still here.”

“W-wha, but I t-tho-” [Y/N] grinned at his stammering.

“I guess it’s only when you guys’ eyes are shifted. Might need some time working up to them, but I’m ok when they’re normal.”

Derek grinned down at her and brought up her hand to his lips. “You should rest, we’ll be at Deaton’s soon.” She hummed and dozed off.

Shortly after Lydia and Stiles made it into the car and noticed the two in the backseat. Their hands intertwined and placed on [Y/N]’s stomach. Derek had his head leaned against the window with a faint smile on his face. Stiles couldn’t help it but took a quick picture of the two.

“He’s gonna kill you for that you know,” Lydia sang.

Stiles scoffed, “He’ll also thank me. Now drive.”

Lydia laughed as she drove out the clearing and towards the road.

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thirstyandbeautiful · 4 years

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Mmm why they would do that...

Maybe you've been acting so insatiable again, wearing pretty dresses with nothing underneath (maybe just a pretty little plug) then draping yourself over the furniture in a way that leaves you a hair's breath away from it all being on display. Or they told you not to touch because they had plans but you didn't listen.

Xoxo mafia anon

ohhhh i have a whole idea with this one... bringing back the lovely little butterfly from some habits weren’t meant to be broken pt. 2

Australian Daddies Mafia!AU The Butterfly Garden

Daddy and Papi liked to be prepared when they had visitors come to your property. They’d been planning Pierre’s visit for a while now. They liked the guy, he was a good contact and he was friendly, probably as normal as most men got in their line of work.

But when Pierre had chosen to text a week before he was set to arrive and mentioned casually passing by like their home was a drive thru, it had kinda set them on edge.

But nevertheless, the boys planned on giving him a simple tour of the lands and some shop talk before nudging him out the door. Which is how they ended up in the blinding sunshine outside walking Pierre around without you.

The boys aren’t entirely sure where you were at. You had worn each other out the night before, and the long hours of exertion had made the men oversleep. When they’d realized they’d slept way too close to the time to the Frenchman was supposed to arrive, they opted to sneak out of bed, leaving you to get all the sleep you wanted and probably needed.

So they figured you were still asleep.

“Where is your wife?” Pierre asked nonchalantly.

Looking at Daddy, Papi could see the wheels beginning to spin out of control, “She’s still asleep.” Papi answered simply.

“Ah, does she need a lot? To stay so pretty?”

Daddy’s jaw clenched. He knew that Pierre was just cheeky, and never meant harm, but it still irked him that he spoke about you so freely. As if he had a right to even think of you in such a way. He didn’t, and he never would. You were his and Papi’s.

“I don’t think so, we usually don’t let her.” Papi joked slyly, getting the message across while still sounding friendly.

Daddy caught the wink he sent his way and blew him a kiss behind Pierre’s head. He could tell that your shared husband was just as eager to get rid of Pierre as he was, Papi was talking way more than normal, laying on the friendliness thick so that when he nudged him towards the door it wouldn’t look so abrupt or rude.

He ushered Pierre into the house, getting ready to nudge him right towards the front and out the door when Pierre stopped in his tracks.

“Ah, there she is.”

And he was right, there you were. Laying on the cream colored couch, your legs and feet bare, the only thing on your body was a smock looking babydoll dress. It was a gift that they had picked up in another part of the world. The pure white of the dress glowed, the iridescent shine of it making you look like a mirage. Your head was turned towards the back of the couch, away from them.

“What a lovely dress.” Pierre spoke a bit louder, testing if you’d heard him.

You woke up, and turned your head a bit. When you turned your body to roll on to your back, the dress bunched dangerously high, the already short material doing little to cover your decency. The dress lifted high over your hip, exposing the skin that only Daddy and Papi saw, sporting a love bite from the night before. Daddy’s breath caught as his gaze fell between your spread legs, one of them bent up against the back of the couch and the other had slipped off, leaving you spread.

But there was something already between your legs, covering your mound from view. It definitely wasn’t panties, and Daddy felt himself twitch cause it looked like a plug. But while they couldn’t tell what was between your legs, they could all clearly see your butterfly in your mouth.

Daddy moved quickly, walking across the room without sparing a glance at Pierre. He crouched in front of you, pushing your legs shut, shielding you from being seen in such a vulnerable state. He knew he shouldn’t have left you in bed alone, he mentally kicked himself for leaving you to wake up alone after such a long night. Of course there would be a falling out.

“What an incredible partner you have.” Pierre’s words were spoken loudly, but tenderly, meant for you all to hear. As badly as Daddy wanted to, he didn’t take the bait, and he didn’t turn around.

You hummed as Daddy stroked your head, your eyes slipping shut as his finger tips rubbed your scalp.

“Yes, and if you don’t mind-”

Pierre cut Papi off. “I understand, don’t worry.” The silence stretched for a moment before Pierre filled it. “I’ll leave you to care for your little butterfly.”

Daddy glanced over his shoulder, catching the back of Pierre as he walked towards the front of the house and out of view, the sound of the door opening and closing making both men sigh in relief.

Papi leaned on one foot, dropping his hands to hips, “Darling, what in the world-”

“Babydoll, you knew we’d have company this morning.” Daddy spoke softer to you over Papi.

You made a small sound, your eyes still shut as Daddy’s hands stroked your hair. You opened your eyes, looking up at Daddy’s face with a smile on your own, your cheeks pushed up, the curve of your mouth covered by the beautiful wings laying over your mouth.

Papi came around the side of the couch, so he was standing in front of the back corner of the L shaped couch, where your feet were. “And what is that?”

Papi leaned over and pushed your thighs open, both legs falling open as you threw your hands over your head, looking much more smug than you had originally. Papi and Daddy fell for silent for a moment as they stared between your legs.

Instead of your beautiful pussy, all they saw was a glittering, beautifully shaded and painted butterfly covering your entrance. It matched the butterfly in your mouth perfectly.

“Where did you get that from?” Daddy asked stunned, already feeling himself hardening in his pants.

Papi made a sound and leaned over the couch, reaching for the butterfly. You made a slight sound as his fingers brushed against the skin around your entrance between your thighs. But when he pulled on the butterfly, the wet sound of you gushing could be heard and Papi paused pulling.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Papi growled, pulling on it softer as it slipped from your pussy, covered in your juices and probably either his or Daddy’s from the night before.

The butterfly was just a base for no ordinary plug, but an actual small sized dildo, the silicone disappearing inside you at a thickness that was half the girth of either of your husbands, but you still felt it as Papi slowly pulled it from your core, realizing that it was only a few inches long.

“Unbelievable. Anything to say for yourself?”

Papi’s annoyance could be felt as he pushed it back into you, before reaching up for the other butterfly that was in your mouth so you could answer. But as soon as he reached for it, you did something you’d never done before.

You lifted your foot and kicked him away by pushing your foot into his shoulder, making a loud distressed sound of annoyance, your brows furrowing. You pushed yourself up on to your elbows, looking up at Papi defiantly.

Daddy was shocked to say the least, and found himself quickly trying to intervene between whatever was happening. “Don’t kick, be a good girl.” He said softly.

“So you woke up a brat, huh?” Papi completely ignored Daddy as he leaned his fists on to the backboard of the couch, leaning over towards you. “Reckon we need to set her straight.” He said towards Daddy, not breaking eye contact with his very annoyed wife.

You lifted your chin and looked at Papi expectantly, and Daddy could feel himself getting more excited. He knew that the best night were from when you were riling one of them up. And even though Papi was a very patient lover to the both of you, you’d chosen to pick at something he wouldn’t tolerate- putting yourself on display for others.

Daddy could admit that it irked him too, a dangerous, possessive part of him wanted to keep you all to himself, as he figured he should. He knew all three of you had the same, all three of you were possessive. You wanted each other and only each other, but sometimes you acted out just to get them going.

And you’d done it right this morning.

And you’d managed to slip right passed all the well maintained and grown patience Papi had for you and skipped straight to the hungry wolf in front of you.

Daddy looked at Papi, and could feel the heart/dumb struck look on his face. The scene was only just beginning, but he was so turned on. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants. You kicking Papi and Papi’s reaction replayed in his head, the hungry look in Papi’s face making him want to choke on his dick then and there. He would’ve happily let Papi fuck his face, as long as he got to fuck you during it.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Papi tsk’d before he grabbed your ankles.

You gasped, your teeth holding on to the sucker in your mouth as Papi gripped your ankles and dragged you towards him, turning you in the meantime. In a rare show of brute strength, he dragged you clean off the couch, crouching behind the back post with his back to it, to hoist you over his shoulder.

On instinct, Daddy leaned forward and grabbed your dress that was hanging around your chest and yanked it clean off your body, leaving you bare over Papi’s shoulder. You lifted your head and looked at Daddy, looking exactly as proud as you did of yourself before. Your eyes squeezed shut as a loud smack resonated through the room.

Papi smacked your ass again before he turned around to face Daddy. Daddy’s eyes were instantly brought to the bulge between his legs, pressing against the button of his pants.

“I like this one.” Papi rumbled.

Daddy’s eyes almost shut when he caught the look of the plug. From behind, the plug squeezed between your cheeks and thighs, making it obvious what it was covering. The gentleness and the beautiful design of the butterfly somehow made it more obscene, and rose the want in Daddy and Papi. Your butterfly nestled between your thighs, next to the handprint that was rising on your skin from Papi’s hard spanks.

“I wanna cum on it.” Daddy revealed.

“You can cum on whatever part of her you want, she’s not getting anything inside her today.”

When you whimpered over his shoulder, Papi gave your ass another hard slap, shushing you as you let yourself dangle over his shoulder.

“Let’s get upstairs.” Papi nodded to Daddy before turning on his heel and going up the stairs effortlessly with your added weight.

Daddy followed, almost tripping over his own feet. He wanted the both of you so badly. As he took each step, he ran through what had just happened, and found himself bordering into annoyance, the kind of horny annoyance that was perfect for the punishment you had so clearly asked for.

He couldn’t believe you’d spread your legs in front of Pierre, even if he couldn’t see anything, if it had only been intended for them and not the Frenchman, he wanted to punish you.

When he walked into the room, he caught Papi throwing you on to the bed, your tits and body bouncing from the force he threw you with. What Daddy wasn’t expecting was for Papi to spread your legs and slap the butterfly on your pussy. Your pacifier fell from your mouth as you cried out in pleasurable pain, your thighs shaking.

Papi turned and grabbed Daddy by his hair, “Come here, good boy.”

He affectionately spoke to him before pulling roughly forward, bringing their lips together in a savage kiss that made Daddy’s lips sting and his cock twitch. He could hear you whimpering on the bed, and a little look to his side let him see your legs spread, your hips moving as you watched Daddy and Papi’s tongues and lips meet in front of you.

Daddy reach down and palmed Papi’s hard dick through his pants, rubbing his palm against it before grabbing at his button down, ripping the buttons open and peeling the material off his lover. Papi moaned enthusiastically into Daddy’s mouth. When Daddy finally had his own and Papi’s shirt off, he reached down and pulled at the opening of Papi’s pants, quickly getting them open.

“Go on, suck it,” Papi pushed on the top of Daddy’s head, forcing him to fall to his knees, “suck it like she wants to.” Papi spared you a glance where you were still whimpering on the bed, “Little slut.”

You spread your thighs wider, one foot lifting, failing to entice him to come closer. Daddy was a lost cause, already swallowing down Papi’s thickness to the hilt, choking himself on the dick as he deep throated it. You watched as the cock disappeared into his mouth and down his throat. It was torture to watch him suck Papi’s dick without you, especially since you knew how it tasted, how it felt, the weight of it in your hand and down your throat.

Papi’s head fell back as he thrust forward into Daddy’s mouth twice, his whole body flexing as he held back from fucking into Daddy’s face. He looked so good, they both did. Daddy had somehow managed to pull his clothes off on his knees.

You whined while you watched Papi grip Daddy’s head, slowly pulling his cock from and back into Daddy’s throat, while Daddy’s hand mimicked the rhythm of Papi fucking his face with the way he was jerking off his own hardness.

Papi looks down at the sound of wet skin getting dragged, “Save it for the cumslut.” He tells Daddy, tapping his cheek to get his attention.

You resist the urge to rub your clit as you watch Daddy’s eyes flutter open as he looks up at Papi and nods like his mouth isn’t full of cock. Papi winked down at his husband before gripping the back of his head, holding him against him and trapping his cock down Daddy’s throat as he leaned over and grabbed your ankle, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

He let go of your leg, his eyes half lidded as he let go of Daddy’s curls, letting him bob his head again, swallowing him down. You opened your legs, trying to entice Papi or Daddy, or both, to come to you. You reach down and grabbed the large butterfly covering your pussy and pulled on it, whimpering as you began dragging it to and from your entrance. The wet slushing sound of the warm, wet cavern of your body was audible, and you caught Papi’s face looking torn. Daddy pulled himself off of Papi’s cock to watch you for a moment while jerking Papi off with his hand.

But neither one of them moved closer to you.

“Fuck, you are so tempting, darling.” Papi choked out, “and you,” he reached down to stroke Daddy’s concave cheek with his thumb, “are so fucking good.”

Daddy made a happy whine and pushed his nose to Papi’s pelvis, the wet sucking sound of him gulping against the length down his throat made you bite your lip. Papi’s head dropped back as a guttural groan left his mouth, a smile gracing his lips as his teeth gritted and the veins of his neck strained. He was dangling towards the edge.

“Oh, baby, so good to me.” Papi reached down and stroked Daddy’s hair, encouraging his husband. “So, so good.”

“You see,” Papi chuckled, his face still to the ceiling, “this is how you fucking behave, darling.”

You felt yourself pout. You would suck his dick if he asked you to, but no, he was proving a point. And you were all too eager to watch this play out.

“Ah, fuck, right there, baby.” Papi began humming, a rumbling deep in his chest signaling his end, “Gonna make me cum, pull off, baby, off.”

Daddy pulled away with a wet gagging sound, falling back on to his ass on the carpet as Papi stepped around him and grabbed your foot, throwing your leg over his shoulder. You leaned back and groped your chest, closing your eyes as you waited to feel him ravage you.

But instead, the only thing you felt was the warm splattering of cum being showered on to you. You looked down, at Papi’s swollen cock spurting cum all over your inner thighs and all over your butterfly covered pussy.

“No, no, no.” you whined.

Papi pushed your leg off of his shoulder and took a step back, smirking at you deviously before he turned and crouched down. Smiling at Daddy before he cupped his face and brought their faces together. Your legs stayed open as they rose to their feet, their bare bodies pressing to each other. Papi’s half hard cock rubbing against Daddy’s hardness, a picture you never got tired of.

Their bodies pressed together, and their hands wandered. Papi’s hands went to the familiar route of stroking Daddy’s sides, his hands falling to the dimples on Daddy’s hips before grabbing his hips in his hands, squeezing the flesh until Daddy squeaked into his mouth. He loved teasing Daddy about how narrow his waist was. They smiled into each other’s mouths as they playfully nipped and licked at each other’s lips.

Daddy’s hands stroked down the front of Papi’s chest, his finger tips spreading and pressing into his sensitive stomach as he pressed into your shared lover’s abs. His fingers pressed into Papi’s sides as he wrapped his arms around him, his hands creeping back up behind his shoulders until his hands finally lifted over his shoulders and stopped on his collarbones. Papi loved being stroked.

“Excuse me.” You raised your voice, holding up the hand holding your pacifier, giving them your best ‘what the fuck’ face.

Papi let go of Daddy and turned toward you, a smile still playing on his face. The smugness on his face faltered as Daddy came up behind him and pushed him, making his hands shoot out to catch himself against the bed beside you. Daddy ignored you completely, leaning over Papi’s back and kissing his shoulder and the back of his neck. Papi sighed and his eyes rolled shut as Daddy’s hands ran over his hair to the base of his spine, before coming around to grip his neck in the palm of Daddy’s large hand.

He leaned over Papi to keep him bent over, and you watched Daddy’s hips rub back and forth against Papi’s ass, grinding his cock into your husband. The sweet sound Papi let out made your pussy clench.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Daddy looked at you, giving you a smile, “Didn’t see you there.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Now, that’s not the way you should look at someone who’s gonna clean you up.”

You looked down as Daddy fell to his knees between your still spread legs. He leaned towards your cum covered, plugged center. Your breath caught as Daddy leaned ever closer, before he stopped and looked at Papi, who had fell on to his back on the bed next to you.

“You’re next, gorgeous.” Daddy winked at him.

“I better be.”

Papi leaned back on one arm, holding himself up so he could watch. His foot came to rest on the bed too, and your eye was drawn to the way his cock fell on to one of his thighs. You licked your lips.

A loud slurp brought your gaze down, to Daddy licking all of Papi’s cum off of your butterfly. You let out a cry, mutterings of ‘no’s leaving your lips as he sucked and licked on the butterfly, so close yet so far to where you really wanted to be licked. To watch him so enthusiastically lick and suck at your plug and not be able to feel all that effort felt criminal.

“You don’t like your punishment?” Papi spoke sweetly to you, leaning his free hand over to stroke the side of your face.

You shook your head no, looking at him with wide eyes as he leaned toward you.

“Should’ve thought of that before you fucking kicked me.” He laughed as he leaned away, leaving you pouty with glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry, Papi.” You mumbled.

“Aww, she’s sorry.” Daddy teased from between your legs.

You body jolted when he licked some of the cum that had smeared on your thigh off. The tongue to skin contact felt like a hot coal touching your body. Setting all your nerves aflame.

“She’s cleaned up.” Daddy rose to his feet, stepping around your trembling legs until he was in front of Papi’s lounged form.

“You gonna dirty her up like I did?”

He smiled as his hands fell on Papi’s thighs and squeezed. “Yeah, but that’s after I fuck you up.”

“No, please.”

“Shush, princess, your turn will come.” Daddy didn’t even look at you as he dismissed you.

This time, your eyes did fill with tears, and you felt very sorry for what you’d knowingly done.

Of course you knew Pierre was going to be there this morning. Pierre, who had been friendly and lovely, albeit a bit flirty, who had said things to you at your wedding that had you believing that he’d be unfazed by any little stunt you pulled in front of him. Someone who understood the dynamics of your loving relationship with the Aussies.

You’d expected to get punished, of course you did. But even so, punishments always got to a point where you felt desperate, exactly where your husband wanted you. Your bottom lip trembled and you caught Daddy’s eye as he climbed on top of Papi. He sighed and dropped his head to Papi’s chest.

“I think she’s learned her lesson.” He mumbled, looking back up at you with a soft smile.

“You’re folding already?”

“Look at our girl.” Daddy kissed Papi’s cheek hard, forcing his face to turn towards you.

“Ah, darling.” Papi’s resolve crumbled the second your lip quivered in his sight.

Daddy gave Papi one last kiss before he climbed off of him. When he climbed between your legs your heart skipped a beat as his heavy cock fell on to your stomach.

“Excuse me.” Daddy mumbled playfully against your lips as he rolled off of you and beside you.

When you looked at Papi, he was leaning on the same arm as before, this time against your side as he stroked himself back to erect. You felt Daddy’s lips press to your jaw as you let yourself lay back, little tears escaping the corner of your eyes. Daddy leaned in and caught them with his tongue, kissing your face free of tear tracks while Papi’s leaned in and kissed your cheek, disrupting the tears as they dripped down the sides of your face.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“We know, cupcake.” Daddy nuzzled your neck.

“I forgive you,” Papi leaned in and growled against your collar, making you giggle as his voice dropped lower, “even though you kicked me.”

“I didn’t kick you hard.”

“Don’t start backchatting now.” Papi warned.

Daddy reached over your head for your discarded butterfly, pushing it between your lips where you sucked it securely into your mouth.

“Best to put that one in,” he tapped the end of it gently so it wouldn’t knock your teeth, “and take this one out.”

You whined as the small plug was dragged out of you and thrown off the bed on to the floor. Your breath caught as the boys shared a look before they each hooked their forearms under a leg, spreading you as they leaned against your sides. With the both of them on each side of you, each man lifting a leg up, you were kept in place by their bodies and your own knees that almost touched your chest. You’re bracketed between both your lovers with no control, and you couldn’t have gotten wetter faster.

You whine against the silicone between your lips. Immediately, Daddy leans his hips in, pushing him into you until a gentle ‘pop’ is felt as he pushes through the ring of muscles around your entrance. He groans as he pulls himself from your body and Papi takes his place. You gasp as Papi pushes his hips against your ass and shakes his hips a bit to grind himself inside you before pulling out. As quickly as you’re empty, you’re full once again with the other. Your arms are limp above your head, giving into just feeling the pleasure as your husbands take turns fucking you thrust for thrust.

You arch your back and hear Daddy curse as he pulls himself from your tightening walls, his longer dick takes longer to drag out of you. The sweet stretch of Papi, who’s thicker, makes you see stars. If it wasn’t Papi spreading you open, it was Daddy pushing you deeper. The feeling of them filling you was intoxicating, and you couldn’t just give into the pleasure. The constant change in dicks kept you in the moment, and even with your eyes closed, you knew who was inside you for each thrust. Your toes curled as your eyes opened and you realized both men had locked eyes, the act as erotic for the two of them to share as you to experience.

You lifted your hands and gently stroked the back of their heads, giggling as, like cats, they leaned their heads back and their thrusts lost rhythm for a moment before continuing. Your eyes rolled back as you whined, your hips moving against the bed as you were traded back and forth between the two of them.

“Stay in her.” Papi’s gruff tone made your eyes open as Daddy’s hips picked up the pace now that he didn’t have to pull out of you anymore.

You whimpered around the silicone in your mouth as Papi’s hand pushed your knee to your chest and he slunk down your body. You cried out, muffled by your pacifier, but still loud as your hand fisted in Daddy’s hair. Papi’s tongue was lapping at your clit as Daddy thrusted into you.

Your hips moved of their own accord with your mounting pleasure. Daddy began panting against your shoulder and you cried out as you finally came, your butterfly falling from your mouth as you spit out before you choked on it.

“Good girl, that’s our good girl.” Daddy praised, groaning as his hips stilled and you could feel his length twitching inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

“Did so good, darling.” Papi was out of breath too, and kissed your inner thigh as he praised you.

You closed your eyes and sighed, before quickly turning your head to peck Daddy’s nose with a kiss. You and Daddy both hissed as he was pulled from you, before you screeched as Papi’s mouth closed off your entrance, sucking lightly and sticking his tongue deep into your entrance where your husband’s cock had just been cumming.

Papi hummed at the taste, “What?” He lifted his head and kissed your clit, looking up at you and Daddy, “It’s my turn.”

After a lazy morning of (shockingly) just cuddles and sweet words, the three of you were on cloud nine. You were all tangled together when one of the boys had mentioned breakfast. A lot of maneuvering to untangle yourselves from each other later, including a halfhearted attempt to leave bed and get dressed enough to be presentable to go downstairs, and you all had managed to leave your bedroom.

Well, actually, you had Daddy carry you on his back downstairs to the kitchen.

When you reached the kitchen, he plopped you on a chair, and began pulling down pans to make breakfast for you and Papi. Papi sat on the high chair next to yours at the raised island in the center of the kitchen. His arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed at your shoulder through your oversized shirt while you joked around with Daddy, promising him kisses if he cooked your breakfast just right.

It was a perfect morning.

Until George came wandering in.

“Excuse me,” George walked cautiously into the kitchen, already knowing better than to go barging into any room the three of you were in together, “you got a gift, and I think you ought to come outside.”

“A gift?” Daddy tilted his head towards George, “from who?”

“Not you, Daniel, or Michael,” he turned to look at you, “you got a gift.”

“Me?” You asked shocked.

“From who?” Papi’s tone came off clipped, already irritated even though he had been zen and settled all morning.

“Just,” George waved his hand as he turned, “come outside.”

You looked at your husbands before hopping off the high chair and following the Brit. You could hear your husbands behind you, and although this was a highly unusual moment- your husbands always presented their gifts directly to you so you knew this wasn’t from them, and your family only gave you gifts on your birthday and holidays, and neither of those were today.- you were kind of excited.

Who didn’t like getting gifts?

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your sweater paw coming up to cover your mouth as your bare feet touched the stone walkway.

“What the fuck?”

“Who the fuck?”

You giggled at your husbands as you all stood in shock in front of your house. There, on the curved driveway of your home, was a truck with a huge, stunning tree being unloaded from it. Your mouth fell open as you felt yourself melt at the beauty of the gift. You instantly knew where you wanted it, in the center of the lawn towards the center of the property, where you liked to lay in the sun and relax. It would be the perfect tree to lay under. You wondered how good the little flowers hanging from it smelled.

You wandered forward, drawn to the stunning foot long clusters of periwinkle shaded blossoms, and found that as you got closer, you saw the variation in hues, some petals more white, some more purple and some a bright, yet soft blue. It also smelled heavenly, the breeze brushing the lavender scent your way as you wandered closer.

The huge clusters of flowers hung down and looked soft and pillowy, but the tree was far too tall for you to touch any of the ornaments on its branches. It was easily over 6 feet, taller than either of your husbands. You idly wondered how they were even able to deliver such a mature tree.

“Ma’am,” Alex walked up to you, stepping around George who was going over how they were going to transplant the tree into the yard, “this is for you.”

You mumbled a thank you before taking the envelope he held. You raised your voice to tell your husbands, Alex and George exactly where you wanted your tree. George nodded before walking off towards the unloading team.

“Who’s it from?” Papi asked, Daddy’s eyes locked on to the envelope Alex had passed to you.

“I don’t know yet.” You replied, carefully pulling the envelope open before reading the note. Your breath caught in your throat as you read the note on the inside, and you felt heat rush up your cheeks.

A beautiful butterfly tree for a beautiful butterfly. Please enjoy~ Pierre

“Oh my god.” You laughed.

Daddy leaned over your shoulder to read, “Is he fucking kidding me?” Daddy read the letter out loud, to your mortification.

“I’ll rip him in half.”

“Michael!” You yelled before you started laughing.

“Do we...” Alex trailed off, looking at Papi.

“No!” you yelled, holding your finger up to your husbands before repeating yourself, “No, Pierre’s harmless.”

“He’s coming on to you.” Papi was bordering unhinged with the look in his eye.

“No.” You giggled, embarrassed by both the note and the tree, “I think this is really just him.”

“You can’t keep it.” Daddy said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You glanced at Alex and could see the anxiety creeping up him.

“We’re keeping it.” You reassured him, already seeing his shoulders fall a bit once you confirmed that he wouldn’t have to tell the team guys taking it off that they’d need to pack it back up.

“We are not.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and laughed at how quickly Alex looked uncomfortable again. You turned towards Papi who was turned fully towards you.

“We are.” You nodded.

“Okay, darling,” Papi leaned towards you, Daddy standing as a human divider between you two, “you keep the tree, and I get Pierre.”

“No!” You yelled.

“I agree with him.”

“Daniel, no.”

“Daniel, yes.” Papi countered.

“Both of you, inside now.” You yelled, pointing towards the door, “You’re ruining my tree moment.”

You giggled as you listened to the men drag their feet and grumble to each other as they walked back into your home. You rubbed your face and looked at Alex, who was standing awkwardly beside you.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

Alex gave you a small, tight, polite smile before responding, “i don’t want to get involved in... whatever this is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this all someday.”

You laughed harder at the way his eyes widened and the shock settled on his face.

#w #hoe fairy #dr #mi #aussie daddies #AUSTRALIAN DADDIES MAFIA AU #YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS #this was a fever dream lemme tell you #hi mafia anon i still love u #more papi stuff coming cause he took a bitch out yesterday

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Moonlit Masquerade: Mother of the Bride Pt 2

Luz laid on her back across the bed staring up at the ceiling of their bedroom and kicking her feet back and forth, just as she’d been doing for the last forty-five minutes. She tugged at her dark green blouse.

“Are you ready yet?” she asked finally, turning her head to look at Amity’s back as she stood in front of the mirror carefully applying eyeliner.

“Almost, be patient,” Amity mumbled distractedly and Luz sighed.

“You said that almost an hour ago,” she groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “It’s just dinner with my mom.”

Amity stops what she’s doing and whips around to face her.

“It is not JUST dinner with your mom, Luz, this is... this is dinner with your MOM!” she emphasizes, and Luz blinks at her.

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I just said.” she frowned and Amity groaned, rubbing a temple.

“I know this isn’t a big deal to you, Luz, but it is to me. I’ve never met your mom and we’re getting married in five months. I want her to like me, I need her to like me!” Amity slapped a hand against her chest, and if she looks a little hysterical at the moment, Luz isn’t going to tell her so, but she does sit up and hop up off the bed to wrap her arms around Amity’s waist as she turns back to the mirror, propping her head on her shoulder.

“Amor, relax,” Luz soothed. “Mami will adore you, what could she possibly not love about you?” she asked, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“The whole not human thing might be a reason…,” Amity frowned, pushing a stray strand of long auburn hair behind one of her pointed ears, eyes flickering to look at it. Luz noticed her glance. “I just… can’t have your mom hate me too.” it’s barely a whisper under her breath but she hears and Luz’s heart clenches at the quiet words. God does she hate Odalia Blight.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay! Just because your mom is a pendejo doesn’t mean my mom isn’t going to love you!” She promises, squeezing her. Amity snorts at the word, grinning at her in the mirror. “She already knows you’re a witch, Amity, and I think your ears are cute,” she punctuates the statement by kissing the pointed appendage next to her face. Amity smiles, grabbing the hands wrapped around her waist. She hums as Luz’s kisses don’t stop there and start to trail away from her ear and down her neck and then her teeth are pressing into her skin and she jumps, she can’t suppress the sound that rises in her throat at that, which only encourages Luz. She already knows where this is going and needs to stop it and finish getting ready; needs to.

“Luz…,” she mumbles but doesn’t immediately pull away or tell her to stop.

“Hmm?” Luz hums distractedly.

“I need to finish getting ready, your mom is expecting us in twenty minutes…”

“That’s plenty of time…,” she mumbles

Amity can't help the burst of laughter at that and finally shoved her away, grinning

“No, it is not, and you know it! More importantly, I can not go and have dinner with your mother and look her in the face after having sex with you.”

“I could…,” she grumbles, crossing her arms and plopping back down on the bed. Amity rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror, fixing her hair Luz had ruffled. Gold eyes narrowed and she leaned forward into the mirror. She could already see the dark spot forming on her neck.

“Luz!” she yelped, turning around to scowl at her. “Really?!” she frowned, gesturing to the spot appearing on her neck.

“Oops… sorry...” She grimaced.

Luz sat quietly on the bed, leaving her now irritated fiancée alone to cover the hickey forming on her neck with makeup.

“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Luz said, as she hopped off the bed, Amity made a sound of acknowledgment in her throat.

Luz rubbed her hands together nervously as she walked into the kitchen where Lilith was sitting at the table, flipping through a book as Eda tried to coerce some vegetables into a pot of boiling water.

“She’s so nervous…,” she sighed, sitting at the table.

“Understandable, she’s meeting your mother for the first time just before the two of you get married.” Lilith looked up at her.

“Not to mention all the shit that went down with her own mother…,” Eda grunted.

“You mean the other day?” Luz looked over at her.

“I mean her whole life, Kid.” Eda frowned, making Luz sigh and run a hand through her hair.

“She’s been kinda down since she went to Blight Manor, and she still hasn’t heard from her dad, which is not helping,” Luz grumbled.

“You really think taking her to meet your mother is the best course of action?” Lilith asked, concern clear on her face. Luz nodded enthusiastically.

“For sure! I know she’s nervous, but I know Mami’s going to love her, maybe Odalia can’t see how amazing Amity is but I know my mother will!” Luz said confidently.

The sisters grinned at her.

“Here’s hoping it all goes well, Kid.” Eda raised her bottle of apple blood before taking a long drink, making Luz grin.

“Thanks, mom.”

“I’m sure your mother will clearly see what a lovely young woman Amity is,” Lilith agreed.

“Thanks, but, yeah. What’s not to love about Amity?” Luz asked rhetorically, maybe looking stupidly lovestruck as she says it, mostly to herself, but then Eda snorted, drawing her and Lilith’s gaze.

“Something to add, sister?” Lilith cocked a brow at her while Luz gave her a bewildered look.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that you two, you have to admit, there are some things that some people definitely wouldn’t love about her as much as you do, Luz. She does still have some of those… ‘Blight’ tendencies.” Eda waved a hand but Luz glared at her. “I love the kid, You know what I mean!”

“I do know what you mean, yeah, but please don’t say that to her!” Luz said sternly. “I know it and Amity knows it too, and she works hard every day to try and put all that crap her mom shoved down her throat as a kid behind her… it’s just hard, it’s automatic sometimes.” Luz frowned, drumming her fingers on the table.

“You are both right, of course,” Lilith finally said, setting her book aside. “Amity does have a tendency to be arrogant, condescending, and prideful,” she said, looking at Luz, who pursed her lips. “But she makes every effort to squash those tendencies her mother instilled in her, but years upon years of the same rhetoric can not quickly be undone.” She glanced at her sister, who grunted in answer.

“I was just saying, not everyone can see her for how she really is like you can, Luz.” Eda shrugged.

“I know, but I know my mother is gonna love her!” she asserted confidently.

A door upstairs closes and then there are footsteps on the stairs before Amity walks into the kitchen.

“I’m ready to go, Luz.” She looks at her.

“Great.” she smiled, jumping up. “See you guys later!” Luz called as she wrapped her arm around Amity’s and led her out of the house.

“Good luck!” Eda called.

Amity definitely seemed less irritated and just nervous now, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her knee-length black dress as they walked out of the house and around back to the portal.

“You look wonderful, Amity.” Luz tried to soothe some of her nerves, squeezing her hand. Amity hummed, smiling at her, but Luz could see how nervous she was. “It’s going to be fine, I promise!”

"Right… fine." Amity nodded. "Oh, right…" she suddenly remembered and spun a finger and her ears glowed before appearing as rounded as Luz's.

"How's this?" she asked and Luz made a face. "What, do I not look human?"

"No, no you do… but I don't like it!” she whined. “You're not you!" Luz frowned, but Amity couldn't help but smile at that.

"Well, we don't want any other humans to see me right?"

"I mean, we're really not going very far, we won't even pass any other houses," Luz reasoned.

"Alright, alright." She smiled and undid the illusion. "Better?"

"Much." she nodded, smiling before she opened the door to the portal and gestured for Amity to step through.

This was something else she’d been nervous about, going to the human realm for the first time.

She stepped through and Luz followed. Amity looked around, it didn't look all that different from the Isles, just some woods, though the sounds and smells were different, her nose wrinkled at the strange, dirty smell in the air.

Luz closed the door behind them and took Amity's hand.

"Come on." Luz pulled her along through the wood. When they broke the tree line Amity stopped to stare in open wonder at the paved road and the cars driving by.

"Are those the 'cars' you've told me about?" she asked.

"Yeah! When we have a free day we'll come and I'll show you a bunch of stuff, we'll go to the movies or something fun like that," Luz promised. "For now, better go, don't need too many people staring at you." She pulled her transfixed fiancée along.

"Because of my ears?" Amity frowned, reaching up to touch one of her earrings with her free hand.

"Pfft, no, cuz you're so beautiful, duh." She grinned at her and Amity's cheek pinked. "Like I need to be getting into a fight with some human guy right before we have dinner with my mom…," Luz said making Amity chuckle.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes fondly.

She pulled them along to the house on the corner, just outside the woods.

"You weren't kidding when you said it wasn't far," Amity said, looking at the house.

"Mhmm. Ready?" Luz asked as they stood on the porch. Amity smoothed her hair and dress, much to Luz's silent amusement before finally nodding.

"I'm ready." She nodded.

Luz knocked and a few moments later the door swung open.

"¡Mija, estás aquí!" Camila smiled brightly, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug.

"¡Te dije que lo estaría!" She laughed before extracting herself from her mother's grip to set a hand on the small of Amity's back. Amity tensed, knowing what was coming.

"Amity, this my mother, Camila Noceda. Mami, this is my fiancée, Amity Blight," she introduced her with a bright grin.

Amity swallowed thickly as brown eyes, identical to Luz's, landed on her and she straightened.

Camila quickly glanced over her future daughter-in-law. The first thing she noticed was how tall she was, along with the pointed ears and those piercing gold eyes. Luz hadn’t been exaggerating when she said how beautiful Amity was, but she was shocked further by the words that then came out of her mouth.

"Es un placer conocerla, señora Noceda." Amity greeted, sticking her hand out, hoping she didn't still sound nervous in Spanish. Luz assured her her accent was near flawless these days, but she wasn't sure. They had spent all of yesterday conversing in Spanish so Amity could be sure she wasn’t forgetting anything.

Camila's eyes widened at that before she smiled brightly at her and grabbed her hand.

"It's so good to meet you!" Camila took her hand in both of hers. "You were right, Mija, she is beautiful." She smiled and Luz grinned, while Amity flushed. "Come in, come in." She motioned after releasing her and stepped to the side to allow them in.

Amity glanced around the cozy home as she followed Luz inside. Some of the furnishings were so different than she was accustomed to, while others like the couch and chairs were not. There was a strange, flat black rectangle hanging on the wall. She blinked at her reflection in it. Some kind of portal maybe?

Luz turned to see what she was looking at and grinned.

"That's a television. It's like a crystal ball," Luz explained and Amity hummed.

"Please, have a seat." Camila herded them to the couch and sat across from them in a chair. "They speak Espanol in the 'demon realm'?" Camila asked, looking at Luz.

"Oh, no," she laughed. "They only have English… well, and ancient demon chanting, though I’m not sure that counts…," she hummed, tapping her chin.

"I learned from Luz," Amity said.

"I'm surprised, Luz was never much of a teacher," Camila admitted, looking at her with a smirk. Luz pressed a hand to her chest over her heart and gasped in mock offense.

"Luz was a wonderful teacher," Amity defended and Luz smiled, reaching over to hold her hand between them. This doesn't go unnoticed by Camila.

"So it seems, your accent is impeccable." She smiled. "Luz told me a bit about you when she was here last, but I'm interested to learn more."

"Oh, What would you like to know?" She reached up and brushed some hair behind one of her ears, that right now she felt must be so very attention-grabbing. Was this how Luz always felt at home, glaringly out of place?"

"What do you do for a living?"

"Ah, right now, I spend most of my time acting as an advisor of sorts to the new council, it's really tedious, uninteresting stuff," she said.

"That's not true, what you do is super important, amor. The council is full of idiots who wouldn't have a clue without you and Lilith to tell them what to do. The Isles would be doomed without you." Luz quickly jumps in to defend her current daily work.

"There wouldn't even be a council without you kick-starting and fighting in the rebellion," Amity reminded her

"Luz talked about how there was rebellion, but she never mentioned fighting in it…" Camila turned her sharp gaze to her daughter.

"Oh… well…," Luz trailed off scratching the back of her head. "It wasn't much fighting," she mumbled.

"You lead multiple battles over two years," Amity unhelpfully reminded, unaware of the disapproving look her fiancée's mother is giving her daughter.

"I'm starving! When's dinner, Mami?" Luz quickly tries to change the subject.

"It should be done soon, but I'd like to hear more about these 'battles'," she says looking at Amity, who is only too happy to regale her mother with tales of, unfortunately, some of the rougher fights they'd had in the past, though they were the ones in which Luz had proven herself to be an intrepid and brave leader.

Luz suddenly realized how dangerous they all sound though as Amity tells them with pride to her mother, whose face is a mix of emotions over the course of the tales, which she knew of course, but it sounds that much worse watching her mother listen to the stories.

"That's… a lot to take in," Camila finally says, looking between the two of them, Luz grimaces.

"Every battle we fought was, unfortunately, necessary for the freedoms everyone now enjoys back home. Without Luz, I don't think it would have been possible…," Amity tells her.

Luz is embarrassed, the same way she always gets when people tell stories about her days in the rebellion, but Amity always tells the stories with such evident pride and admiration that it embarrasses her even as it warms her up inside. There are just as many stories of Amity diving headfirst into the middle of raging battles on her staff, drawing spell circles so fast it would make her dizzy watching, but everyone knows them, so Luz rarely gets the opportunity to praise her longtime girlfriend’s own valor. She makes a mental note to tell her mother Amity’s stories of heroism when she’s more comfortable with the idea, which judging by her face at the moment; is not now.

Her mother's expression is unreadable, but before she can say anything the oven timer goes off.

"Oh, the oven, excuse me," Camila says and stands disappearing into the kitchen.

"Please don't tell her any more stories about the rebellion!" Luz hisses to Amity as soon as she's sure her mother is gone.

"What, why?" Amity blinks, wondering if she's done something wrong.

"You think you get all worried when I'm doing something stupid? Now imagine you're my mother," Luz said.

"I would prefer not to…" Amity can't help but smirk, and maybe it's her small way of getting back at Luz for the hickey, and it works, her face turns bright red.

"You are the worst. You know exactly what I meant!" Luz frowns.

"Fine, I just think your mother would be as proud of you as I am." Amity turns her head away and hears Luz sigh.

"I know, Amity, but I've seen her three times in six years, I just don't want to give her any extra reasons yet to worry about me when we're back home."

"Of course, you're right," Amity concedes, looking at her. "You planned to bring her to the Isles though, you don't think some things there won't… freak her out?" she asked.

"We have to ease her into it… I figured I'd bring her to Sunday night dinner next week to meet everyone."

"You think dinner with Eda, Lilith, our friends, and my siblings is easing her into it?" Amity gave her a deadpan look.

"I mean…," Luz started.

"Last week Viney and Gus crashed Puddles through the kitchen window and Eda and Lilith had a glyph fight over dessert… After Willow and Emira had a witch's duel in the front yard to decide who my maid of honor would be…" she crossed her arms.

"Well, now we know it's Willow..,." Luz chuckled, but Amity was still giving her a look. "That is one of the reasons it was so important that I brought you here to have dinner with her alone. You wanted to make a good first impression, and we really didn't need Ed and Em to meet her at the same time… or mom… I still haven't figured out how to tell her about that…" Luz trailed off, looking unsure.

Amity reached over and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sure she'll understand, Luz. Someone had to take care of you, it was only natural that Eda would fill that void in your life, and anyone can tell how much Eda loves you." she tried to ease Luz's worry about introducing her two mothers to each other.

"I know… I just don't want her to think that I replaced her. I always missed her, she just couldn't be there for me the same way mom was…" Luz frowned.

"It'll be okay, querida." Amity squeezed her hand and pressed a kiss to her cheek, which happened to be the same moment Camila returned to tell them dinner was ready and Amity whipped back, face pink as Camila was giving her an amused look.

"Smells great, Mami, what did you make?" Luz asked, standing.

"Chivo liniero." She smiled as Luz grinned and practically ran into the kitchen, Amity followed her, trying not to look Camila in the eye as she passed.

They sat at the small table and Camila set bowels in front of them filled with a thick, dark red stew, rice, and tostones on the side.

Luz was salivating and didn't hesitate to start spooning the stew into her mouth and humming in delight. She wanted to cry, it tasted the same as it did in her memories.

Amity smiled at her fiancée’s palpable joy.

"I don't know if you have anything like this back home, but I hope you enjoy it, Amity," Camila said, smiling at her across the table.

"I'm sure it's delicious," Amity told her politely, and then Luz is holding a tostone in front of her.

"Try this Amity, maybe you'll finally believe me that yours taste just like them." Luz grinned.

"You've made tostones?" Camila asks.

"We don't have plantains on the Isles, but I've made something similar for Luz," she explains.

"Yeah, when we first started dating, they taste just like yours," Luz confirmed, still holding the fried disk out to Amity who rolled her eyes. She was not going to let Luz feed her in front of her mother, but took it from her and took a bite. It really did taste nearly identical to the ones she sometimes made for Luz. Luz grinned and laughingly went on. "Probably why I ended up blurting out that I loved you a month into dating...Ow!" Her laugh was cut short as Amity glared at her and set her heeled foot back on the floor after kicking her fiancée under the table. "Kidding! I was kidding, mi amor!" Luz whined. that smarted. Amity huffed.

Camila chuckled under her breath as she started eating, glancing between the pair. Knowing her daughter, or at least the aspects of her personality that seemed to have carried over into adulthood, she wasn't surprised by the dynamic she seemed to have with her fiancée, though she hadn’t yet seen enough of Amity to make any concrete conclusions about her future daughter-in-law yet.

Amity carefully spooned some of the wonderful smelling food in her mouth, vaguely wondering if she might have any reactions to human food the same way Luz did to certain things on the Isles; she hoped to the Titan that if she did it wouldn't be to whatever this was.

Flavors like she's never known before exploded across her tongue. Luz grinned behind her own spoon, watching the wonder that filled Amity's face as she took her first bite, followed quickly by another. She goes back to her own food happily enjoying the way the heat begins to creep up on her, burning her mouth in that pleasurable way spicy food always has, a good pain. Her mother always made it extra spicy for her.

She pauses and blinks before her eyes go wide and her gaze shoots to Amity, and she can begin to see the exact moment the heat starts to creep up on her very, VERY, spice sensitive fiancée.

Amity is holding her spoon tightly and her cheeks are slightly flushed as she stares down at her food like it had been a trap.

Her mouth Is. On. fire!

Every nerve on her tongue burns and her eyes are starting to water. She knows what’s happening. She’d learned the hard way after a time that Luz had cooked for her that she can nowhere near handle the same level of spice that Luz, and apparently Camila, enjoyed.

But she's now stuck between a rock and a very hot place. She knows that dining etiquette in the human realm is similar enough to the Isles that it would be rude not to eat what’s been served to her, especially by her future mother-in-law, so even though it feels like she’s going to die, she keeps eating; though a little quicker than normal.

Luz watches her with wide eyes and is torn by her incredible love for this woman and her absolute exasperation at her perfectionist need to please, even to her detriment. She bites her lip, considering what she should do. She should make her stop, tell her mother that Amity is very sensitive to spicy foods, but that would just embarrass her and she knows how important this is to Amity. She bounced her foot, thinking quickly.

"Mami, do we have any milk?" she asks suddenly and Camila looks up.

“There’s almond milk In the fridge, yes.”

“Do you want some too, Amity?” she asks, making her look up from her near fever-induced trance, sweat beading up on her forehead, to see the hard, meaningful look Luz is giving her and nods jerkily.

“Yes, please.” She manages to almost sound normal.

Luz hops up and grabs two glasses and quickly pours them before she sets one in front of Amity, who grabs it almost immediately and downs half of it, luckily her mother isn’t looking at the moment.

Luz shakes her head to herself as she watches Amity continue to eat between drinks and when her glass is empty, Luz slyly slides her untouched glass to her and pulls the empty one over to her plate, giving Amity a clearly disapproving look that tells her exactly how she feels about what she’s doing. Amity ignores it. They both know she’s going to pay for it dearly later, not that she isn’t now, but that’s a problem for later.

“My, you must have liked it, I’ve only ever seen Luz eat that fast!” Camila laughed when ten minutes into dinner Amity’s plate lies empty. “Would you like some more?”

“No!” she coughs, reeling it back in and trying to speak when it feels like she could breathe fire better than Calliban. “No, thank you, I couldn’t possibly eat another bite. It was delicious, though, thank you.” She smiles.

“How on earth did you manage to find yourself such a polite young woman?” Camila turns to her daughter with an amused smile.

‘I didn’t find her on Earth,” Luz quips. “And I’m polite!” She argues.

Amity glances around the kitchen as she sips on the glass of milk, trying desperately to wash away the heat still rippling across her tongue and hanging on the wall she spots a framed photo of Luz, grinning cheesily at the camera and covered head to toe in mud, her eyes only just barely visible as she proudly held up some kind of small green creature.

Finished with teasing her daughter, Camila looks to see what has captured Amity’s attention and smiles when she sees the photo, the only one she had left up after Luz had disappeared. It had been too hard to look at all the ones that used to hang in the living room. She really needs to get those out of Luz’s bedroom.

“She had to have three baths after that,” Camila says to her, making Amity look up and she can’t help but grin.

“That sounds about right, she was covered in abomination goo when we met,” she says, glancing at Luz.

“Would you like to see some of her baby photos?”

“No!” Luz jumps in.

“Yes, please.” Amity brightens.

“Luz, why don’t you run upstairs and grab the box sitting on your old bed while I pick this up?”

“Why are they upstairs?” Luz asks, confused, only now noticing that all the photos that once hung in the house are gone, and her mother frowns, hesitating. She has to remind herself that Luz isn’t a child anymore and she needs to be honest about it, about the things that transpired over the last six years she was gone if she wants Luz to do the same. She knows there are things that her daughter isn’t telling her, though she doesn't know just what they are yet.

“I put them all away two years after you disappeared, they were too hard to look at after a while,” she finally says and the mood in the kitchen noticeably drops.

“Oh…,” Luz says quietly and Amity squeezes her leg under the table, still nursing her milk. “Yeah... sure. Come on, Amity. I’ll show you my old room.” Luz stood from the table, Amity following behind her back through the living room and up the stairs. Luz doesn’t say anything as they do.

She stops at a door with a sheet of notebook paper taped to it that has a drawing, obviously done by Luz, of herself, dressed as Azura. She opens it and they step into what was obviously once a teenage girls room. There’s a desk with a book laying open on its surface and a corkboard hanging over it with various notes and drawings tacked to it. A bookshelf sits in the corner full of books and the walls are covered in Azura and anime posters, clothes are strewn across the floor in various places.

Luz’s hand on the knob tightens as she looks around at her old bedroom. The dirty, long unwashed window, letting little light in. This room, unlike the rest of the house, feels like it’s been stuck in a loop in time, the only way she can tell that time has, in fact, passed, is the thick layer of dust that covers everything.

“She never touched anything…,” she finally mumbles quietly.

Hands grip her shoulders gently and Amity is pressing against her back, a reassuring presence that Luz greatly appreciates at this moment. She reached back to lay a hand over one of Amity’s smaller ones on her shoulder and squeezed it, silent thanks that she understands well. Amity doesn’t need to ask if she’s okay, because she knows there is no straightforward answer to that.

Luz sighs quietly through her nose as she looks at all her old things, left behind to rot, untouched, and spots the cardboard box sitting on her bed that obviously doesn’t belong with everything else in the room. She walks over to it and picks it up. She glances at her unmade bed as she does. Sheets still turned back from when she’d hopped out of bed the morning she’d left for ‘summer camp’.

“I forgot to make my bed that morning,” she says aloud, but Amity doesn’t say anything, just watches her quietly. “...I figured I could just do it when I got back…,” she says quietly.

Amity watches silently from the doorway as Luz sets the box on the carpet and starts to carefully make the bed, sending a cloud of dust in the air that creates a little snowstorm as the particles float in the rays of the dim sunlight coming in the window.

When she’s satisfied, she picks the box back up and walks back to the door.

“I’ll make sure to make ours every morning,” Luz says as she stops next to her, the look in her dark eyes is so intense, and the words said with such absolute conviction Amity had to suppress a shiver at the low tone they’re delivered in. The words would sound strange to anyone else, a bizarre declaration, but Amity understands the promise clearly.

“I know you will, Luz,” she answers and Luz nods, satisfied, and walks down the hall. Amity closed the door to the old bedroom behind her before she followed.

“Mami, I got them!” Luz called as they walked into the living room.

Camila comes out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a dishrag, and can see that both girls look strangely intense, but she doesn't mention it as they sit on the couch.

Camila digs through the box and smiles as she pulls out Luz’s baby album. It no longer hurt to look at them as it would have just two weeks ago. The first two years after Luz had vanished had felt like agony every time she passed one of her daughter’s photos on the wall, sometimes causing her to burst into tears. It was just after one such outburst two years in that she had packed them all in a box and left them sitting on Luz’s bed, safe for a future day when it didn’t cause her heart to crack looking at them, but that day had never come; till now.

She flips it open and shows it to Amity, sitting on her right.

There are photos of her just after birth in the hospital followed by just after she’d been brought home.

“This is her first bath.” Camila smiles proudly and Amity coos at the photo while Luz groans into her hands.

“Why?” she hisses, face already turning red.

They spend twenty minutes looking at the album and other pictures in the box Camila had taken off the walls.

Amity is snickering at a picture of Luz as a toddler, grinning brightly at the camera, a large gap in her wide smile and covered in glue, glitter all over her.

“I’m sensing a theme between you and sticky substances,” Amity smirked at her. Luz stuck her tongue out at her. It was while looking at the photo that Camila had a thought she just couldn’t keep to herself.

“Wouldn’t a bebe with your face and Amity’s eyes just be adorable?” Camila looked at them and both their faces erupt in red.

“Mami, we’re not even married yet!” Luz chokes.

“Just a thought, Mija.” Camila smiles to herself, but she can clearly see that despite her bright red face, Amity is imagining the same thing now, and she is. A child with Luz’s darker complexion, fluffy, brown hair, and her own bright gold eyes and ears.

‘Cute’ she thinks.

Luz looks at her and sees the thoughtful look too and turns even redder.

Camila flips through the album, disappointed that half the pages are blank, a strong reminder of the last six years that have been lost and Amity seems to notice as she stops on a page that has Luz from what must be right before they met and the next is glaringly blank.

Amity hesitates a second before she speaks.

“I have some from around this time and after if you’d like to see them?” she asks and Camila looks at her with surprise, the look in her eyes is intense but Amity can’t put a name to it.

“I’d like that, yes.” Camila smiles and Amity nods, lifting a hand, and Camila watches, fascinated as she spins a finger in a large circle and a magenta ring of light blinks into existence and a book falls out of it into Amity’s hands. It's pink with black binding and reads ‘memories’ in neat, looping calligraphy.

“I didn’t know you kept a photo album.” Luz scoots in closer to look over her shoulder at the book.

“Mhmm” Amity nods as she hands it to Camila, who flips it open. The first photos are of them and their friends from Grom. Luz and Amity take turns explaining the scenarios laid out in front of them as they flip through it. Amity, like everything else she does, is a meticulous record keeper. Many of the pivotal moments of their relationship and lives with their friends are taped to the books pages and many not so important little moments, like them with Gus and Willow one Halloween. Gus dressed as a toaster, yet somehow, Luz is still the standout in the picture, dressed as a werewolf while everyone else is dressed like humans. Right below it is a photo of the same scene sometime later. With Luz, hands held up in front of her as a large angry werewolf shouts at her.

“He did not appreciate my costume…,” Luz said.

“I think what he found offense with was when you howled at him,” she clarified, smirking.

“How was I supposed to know that was a werewolf curse?” she asked, raising a hand.

Amity lets Luz tell most of the tales, except the ones she doesn’t know, like ones where Luz is clearly not paying attention to the photos being taken of her, like as she zips along on Eda’s staff and a couple where she is asleep, splayed out on the couch or under a tree, and one where she and Amity are clearly laying in bed, Luz with her mouth open and drooling, arms wrapped around Amity, who is taking the photo from above them, smiling, sickeningly sweet at the camera.

“Do you often take photos of me asleep?” Luz smirks at her and she pinks.

“Not...often…,” she mumbled, and Luz snickers, sitting her chin on her shoulder and giving her a smug, knowing look. “Shut up…,” Amity grumbled.

Camila flips the page and on it is a picture of all of them at graduation, shoved together and showing off their staffs, and next to it is one of the two of them with Eda and Lilith just after, standing in front of the owl house, Eda with her arm draped around Luz and grinning toothily, both holding their owl topped staffs. The Owl Lady had never looked so proud. Next to them are Lilith and Amity, the former with her hand resting on the laters shoulder, also both proudly holding their staffs and smiling at the camera. The low angle of the photo indicates King as the photographer.

“That’s Eda and Lilith.” Amity points out the two sisters.

“Eda is the woman who took care of you, right, Mija?” Camila looks to her daughter, who freezes.

“Yeah,” she says simply. She needs to tell her mother about her co motherhood with Eda, but she has not a clue how that conversation will go, and today was about introducing her mother to Amity, she doesn’t want to taint her perception of the witch should that conversation go poorly, so she holds her tongue; for now. Amity glances at her out of the corner of her eye but says nothing.

“I can make copies of any of these if you’d like.” Amity turns to Camila who smiles.

“I’d like that, thank you,” she says and Amity nods. “Tell me, have you two made any plans for the wedding yet?” she asks, closing the book and handing it back to Amity, who set it on the coffee table.

“Not really, but that's still five months away, and neither of us wanna do anything big, so we don’t need to do that much planning.” Luz shrugged.

“We have picked a date,” Amity tells her.

“Oh?”

“Halloween!” Luz grinned.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Camila looked at her daughter with fond exasperation.

“It's only a coincidence that it's Halloween. We picked it because that’s the date of the next blue moon,” Amity explains.

“Oh, I see. Luz told me about the masquerade party.” Camila smiles at that.

“Yeah! Other than that we have made zero decisions… except that it can’t be costume themed…” Luz pouted and Amity rolled her eyes. “But yea, October thirty-first, Mami, save the date!” She grinned brightly.

“I’ll be there of course.” she nodded. “Are you changing your name, Mija?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it…,” Luz hummed.

“I have, I just hadn’t had a chance to talk to you about it yet,” Amity piped up, drawing both women’s eyes.

“Yeah? Did you want to hyphenate them or…,” Luz trailed off. Amity shook her head.

“No, actually, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to change mine to Noceda,” she tells her, and Luz’s face morphs into pleasantly surprised shock.

“Of course you can, mi amor!” She grins, throwing an arm around Amity’s waist and squeezing her. “‘Luz Blight’ doesn't really roll off the tongue anyway.” she grinned but then her face took on that look that tells Amity she’s thinking.

“What?” Amity cocks a brow at her.

“I do rather like the sound of ‘Amity Noceda’ though.” She smiles at her in that soft way that makes the tips of Amity’s ears turn pink.

“Stop it,” she whispers.

“I’m not doing anything.” Luz grinned, leaning in close. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You know exactly what you’re doing!” she hissed quietly, leaning her head back, away from her encroaching fiancée, face following along with the color of her ears, well aware that Camila is watching them, but that doesn’t stop Luz from darting forward and pecking Amity’s lips. She makes an embarrassed squeak.

Since her pointed ears stick out away from her head, Camila can clearly see them turning red and laughs behind her hand. Luz just grins even as Amity glares at her, though the look is diminished by her red hot face.

Camila believes she’s seen enough to finally make a sound judgment of Amity Blight.

She’s a lovely young woman, who seems to make her daughter incredibly happy and who she’s glad to welcome into the family. It’s astounding to her, how in the span of two weeks she could go from having felt so empty to her heart overflowing with joy.

“It’s funny,” Camila starts, drawing both women’s eyes. “I thought I had lost Luz forever, but then she comes back and brings me a second daughter too,” Camila laughed and Luz smiles at her, the expression threatening to split her face.

Amity has frozen as the words hit her, hearing those words come out of Camila’s mouth makes her brain screech to a halt.

In two hours, she feels more wanted by Luz’s mother than she ever had by her own in twenty-one years of living. On top of her fresh confrontation with her mother a few days ago, it’s too much, it’s hard to breathe, and her hands fist into the fabric of her dress. Emotions rise up in her chest, strong ones, that suddenly threaten to choke her with their intensity.

“I…,” she stalls, and Luz can see what’s happening in her face. They’ve seen each other at their best and absolute, messy worst, and she immediately knows the signs of Amity on the verge of an emotion induced anxiety attack, and she leans in close, hand on her waist squeezing comfortingly.

“The bathroom is down that hall, first door on the left, amor,” Luz tells her quietly as Camila watches, confused by what’s happening. Amity nods a little shakily and stands.

“Excuse me…” she hurries down the hall, mother and daughter watch her go.

“I’m sorry, Mija, I didn’t mean to upset her.” Camila frowns, looking worried, and it is even more confused when Luz smiles brightly at her.

“No, Mami, no! You were perfect. You just overwhelmed her, ” Luz assures. “She’s been terrified all day that you might hate her,” Luz says quietly.

“What!? She’s perfectly lovely!” Camila frowns and Luz smiles a little sadly at her.

“I know she is… it’s just…,” Luz trails off, clenching her fists.

While Amity is in the bathroom trying to pull herself together enough to go back out there and act normal, Luz explains Amity’s rather complicated and painful relationship with her own mother as well as their most recent confrontation.

“The poor girl, that’s terrible.” Camila holds a hand to her mouth, appalled by what her daughter tells her, as Luz knew her mother would be. “How could anyone treat their own daughter that way?”

Luz wishes she knew the answer to that, wishes she could fix all the things that cause Amity pain, like Odalia Blight, but if time and maturity had taught her anything, it was that some things are just terrible, and can’t be fixed, no matter how much you want to, or try. Amity’s relationship with her mother is just one of those things, unfortunately. Something that she had to learn to live with, and it makes Luz all the more grateful for the two mother’s she has, and determined to make sure Amity rarely feels the loss, though she knows she can never take it away completely. Eda had always been good at making Amity feel like another member of their little flock of a family, and her faith that her mother would as well had been rewarded.

“I’m going to go check her,” Luz said, standing from the couch and walking down the hall to the closed bathroom door. She tapped on it quietly

“Hey, can I come in?” she asks quietly. The lock clicks and Luz slips inside.

Amity is standing with both hands on the sink, staring down at it and Luz can see the trembling in her frame. She stands behind her and wraps her arms around her shoulders.

“It’s okay, amor,” she whispers into her ear. “Slow, deep breaths,” she murmurs, feeling Amity’s quaking in her arms as she tries to follow the instruction. The last thing they need is Amity hyperventilating in the bathroom.

It takes a few minutes for Amity to relax, or at least as relaxed as she’s going to get, and goes limp in Luz’s arms.

“I’m making a fool of myself…,” Amity whispers.

“No, you aren’t” Luz quickly assures. “You’re fine. I told you, Mami adores you, you’re great.” Luz carefully avoids the word perfect whenever she references Amity, the woman has no positive connotations for the word.

“Hiding in the bathroom is not ‘great’ Luz!” Amity growls, pressing her palms against her eyes.

“If you can get through my mother's extra spicy Chivo liniero, you can do this,” Luz says. “We’re going to talk about that stunt later, by the way,” Luz jokes, hoping to lighten Amity’s mood. It works, and a small smile pulls at her lips.

“You didn’t tell me it was going to be demon fire in a bowl…,” she snips back playfully.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I forgot all about it,” she mumbled. “But it was tasty demon fire, right?” she grinned, looking at Amity in the mirror.

“Up until I couldn’t taste anything…,” she admitted, making Luz chuckle and brush a stray lock of auburn hair away from her face.

“Are you ready to go back out there?” she asked after a moment.

Amity sighed quietly but nodded. Luz released her and stepped back, letting Amity straighten herself out.

“I’ll go back out,” she hooked a thumb over her shoulder and Amity nodded.

Luz walked back into the living room where her mother was waiting on the couch.

“Is she alright?” Camila frowned.

“She’s fine.” Luz nodded, plopping down on the couch. “I just remembered though, Mami, you should come to dinner at the owl house. We all get together almost every Sunday for dinner, you can meet everyone.”

It was then that Amity cautiously stepped out of the hall and sat next to Luz, who took hold of one of her hands.

“My apologies, Ms. Noceda…,” Amity started, only for Camila to cut her off.

“Nothing to be sorry for, cariño.” Camila smiled and Amity pinked at the word.

“Amity, tell Mami she needs to come to dinner at the house and meet everyone.” Luz bounced excitedly.

“Umm… come prepared for a very… exuberant meal…,” she says finally and Luz snorts.

They leave soon after securing Camila’s agreement to come to dinner the coming Sunday.

“I think that went pretty well,” Luz starts as they walk through the portal and step back into the demon realm.

“It certainly could have gone worse…,” she admits, walking around the front of the house.

“I told you, you were worried for nothing.” Luz smiles at her as she quietly opens the door to the house so as not to wake Hooty.

“Maybe,'' Amity admits, starting for the stairs. “Though now we get to worry about Sunday,” she says. “I’m going to have to call Emira and make the twins promise to be on their best behavior.”

Luz chuckles as she follows her to their room.

“I’m sure they'll be fine.” Luz waved.

“It’s like you’ve never met my siblings…” Amity smirked, glancing at Luz over her shoulder.

The house is quiet and they figure the rest of the house’s residents have gone to bed already, so they make their way quietly to their room to change for bed.

Amity sighs tiredly as she flops back onto the bed.

“My mouth still hurts…,” she grumbled, making Luz snicker as she crawled into bed next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Chica blanca…,” is the mumbled reply. Amity frowns. She knows the words but doesn’t understand whatever reference Luz is making, but knows by the look on her face she’s making fun of her, she pokes her side sharply, which only makes Luz giggle more.

“Ugh, goodnight.” She spins a finger and the lights go out as she turns onto her side, pointedly facing away from Luz, but that doesn't dissuade her from following to spoon her, and Amity doesn’t protest.

“Good night, mi amor,” Luz mumbled into her neck.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before Luz’s voice again breaks the quiet.

“Amity…?”

“Hmm?” she doesn’t open her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to see her anyway, behind her in the dark.

“Are you happy?”

That does make her eyes open. She can’t distinguish anything from Luz’s voice. She rolls over to face her and from what little light is coming in the window from the moon she can see the shine of it bouncing off Luz’s eyes as she looks at her.

“What do you mean? Like, right now, in general…?” she questions.

She feels more than sees Luz’s shrug.

“I guess in general, yeah, are you happy?” she asks again and Amity stares back at her for a long time, trying to figure out what exactly Luz is asking her, she never asks such a question without purpose.

“Do you think I’m unhappy?” she asks, eyebrows knitting between her forehead as she tries to read Luz’s face, puzzle out what this sudden line of questioning is about.

“I don’t... think, you are, no,” Luz finally answers. “I just… want to make sure. Are you happy with everything? Our lives, getting married… me?” she finally says and Amity’s eyes shoot wide open.

‘What? Why would you ask that?” Amity frowns, reaching out in the dark for Luz’s hand. She finds it and laces their fingers together, she can feel the warm metal of Luz’s ring against her cool hand.

Her eyes have adjusted and she can see Luz’s frown.

“Seeing my old room today… how she never went in there, put all my photos away, it just got me thinking about how good I seem to be at hurting the people I love without meaning to and I… I dunno how to explain it, but you're happy, right?” The question resonates with a desperateness that makes Amity’s chest tighten painfully.

She pulls her hand out of Luz’s to reach up and cup her face in both hands.

“Listen to me, and listen carefully, Luz Noceda,” she says seriously. “I love you, and I’ve never been as happy as I am when I’m with you. Okay?” she asks quietly.

Luz reached up to press her hand over one of Amity’s on her cheek and turned her head just enough to press a kiss to her palm.

“Yeah,” she mumbled against her skin.

“Good,” Amity mumbles and pulls her hands back to wrap around her, tugging her closer. “Now go to sleep, you dork,” she grumbled. Luz smiled and squeezed her tightly.

#moonlit masquerade #lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Camila Noceda #Eda Clawthorne #Lilith Clawthorne #fic #gay #the owl house #TOH

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FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.2 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch isn’t running away, not really.

He took the bus.

Only to end up in a little town in the middle of nowhere, meeting unusual people, dealing with unexpected happenings, what the hell is going on in this place?

Content: Spicyhoney, Midwest Gothic

Note: Just as a heads up, I'd give this story a warning for mild horror and mild gore. None of our boys, but better to let y'all know!

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Read Chapter Two ‘Meet and Greet’ on AO3

Read it here!

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For the next week Stretch spent most of his time trying to figure out the method in the madness to Red’s store management. His first day of ‘training’ pretty much consisted of Red showing up long enough to demo the cash register and then shuffling off to the apartment at the back where he lived. Not that pushing a couple of numbered buttons was that complicated, but that wasn’t the only issue cropping up around here along with the local corn.

First of all, nothing in the shop was priced. All the items were recorded in a ragged notebook with coffee ring stains on the cover, where Stretch got to figure out if an item fell under the category of ‘toilet paper’, ‘paper, toilet’, ‘ass wipers’, or ‘shitty ass wipers’, all written in Red’s sloppy handwriting. The sheer number of items that fell under ‘ass’ and ‘shitty’ were staggering.

Turned out, the little store actually did a fair amount of business. Plenty of Humans stopped in to pick up one or two things rather than drive to the nearest Wally World which according to Granny Collemore, who Stretch was guessing was the unofficial town gossip, was better than a thirty-minute drive away.

“Don’t need to be driving an hour for a little bum tissue,” she bellowed happily, “shopping day is Sunday, we’ll stock up then!”

Stretch nodded as he rang her up, wincing away from her volume. He’d figured out pretty quickly that the old woman was stone deaf, but she didn’t seem to care if all she got was a smile and plenty of nods, so that was fine.

She handed over a wad of cash pulled from a little embroidered change purse that let out a puff of lavender so strong when she opened it that it overshadowed the store’s normal musty smell, hollering the whole time. By the time she left, Stretch knew enough about the local weather patterns to make a rain prediction and that the way someone named Pritchard was hamming on a pretty young’un Eloise meant they’d best they be married soon ‘fore it turned into a shotgun wedding. He nodded along with every proclamation, hurrying around the counter to open the door for her and ended up spending five minutes waiting for her to shuffle her way out, her bunny slippers leading the way.

But as she was leaving, she reached up and gave him a gentle pat on the cheekbone, her wrinkled hand barely able to reach. “You’re a nice boy,” she told him, too loud and with a pink, gummy smile.

Stretch was too startled to flinch away and only managed to mumble a thank you as she headed off into the growing heat of the morning, a hunched figure in a flowery dress and pink slippers, her bag of emergency tp bumping against her hip as she trundled along.

That was another thing. He’d thought that the Humans around here would be distrustful, even malicious, but that wasn’t proving to be the case. Aside from a little surprise when they first saw him, all the customers so far were small-town kindly. Kids came into the shop to raid the nickel-candy rack, their bikes left in piles outside as excited groups came roaring in. Mothers came in with babies wearing only their diapers, fanning themselves and laughing out their, ‘my, isn’t it a hot one today?’ as they bought a half-gallon of milk and some fresh apples to put in the bottom of their strollers.

No one in town seemed to care that he was a Monster past asking his name and maybe it was just ‘cause of Red being a skeleton, too. Could be that Granny Collemore was out there somewhere bellowing that the local shopkeeper had family visiting, who knew? It was sure different than he was used to. The general sentiment in Ebott about Monsters was resentment; over them taking jobs, enrolling in the schools, whatever it was, they didn’t want Monsters doing it.

It was…nice, he decided, to not have someone dislike him on sight.

That was how he spent his mornings. He worked in the shop, idly dusting, putting away the deliveries that a guy in the pickup truck and overalls brought in daily, and borrowing Red’s wifi to listen to soft music on his phone. The calls had trickled to only once a day and the glaring red alert number of his messages kept climbing.

Stretch didn’t look at them, only skipped right over to Spotify and the 'The Wedding Singer Divorce Special pt 2' playlist.

Red came in every day to relieve him at around two. He grunted out something that resembled a hello as he heaved himself up on the stool, leaning his cane against it as he pulled out a battered romance novel from beneath the counter. The creased covered did not in the slightest hide the young, scantily-clad woman caught up in a fiery embrace with her highland Lord.

“be back later,” Stretch said as he hung up his apron. Not that it mattered, wasn’t like Red was his dad or even a friend, not really, and he didn’t care when Stretch came home. A couple times they’d eaten together, takeout from the local diner that was imaginatively called ‘Mama’s’, not ‘Eats’, watched a little but that was it. His lack of idle chitchat was the complete opposite of Blue’s constant stream of chatter and after years of that, the silence was kinda disconcerting, but maybe not in a bad way.

Red didn’t even look up from his book, only pulled a crumpled bill out of his pocket and pushed it across the counter, “pick up some beer at the station, wouldja?”

“sure,” Stretch said, almost grateful for something else to do. It was miles better than sitting the rest of the day in his little room with its faded, floral wallpaper where the air conditioning wasn’t quite able to combat the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. He’d done that once, the first day, and after that made a point of staying out of his room until sundown to give it chance to cool off.

The town itself wasn’t much more than a bunch of ramshackle houses. To the west were fields, the leafy tops of what Stretch was now certain was corn rustling in the wind. Off to the east, the landscape slowly went from flat plains to trees, their wilting leaves yellowing in the heat and ending in a wooded area that surrounded maybe half the town. Shame it was too far away provide much shade unless you went walking right into it. Main street consisted of a few other public buildings; a tractor store right up next to the thrift shop, a little one-room schoolhouse with an attached shed that served as the town library, the Sheriff’s office, and the movie theater.

On the outskirts of town there was also a bar, The Whistling Cow, its glowing neon sign a single point of orange light on dark nights. As much as Stretch wanted a drink, he stuck with filching beer from the cooler Red kept under the counter. Hanging around with strange, drunk humans usually didn't end well for him.

The movie theater was where he’d taken to heading after work. Someone with a sense of humor must’ve named the place, since ‘The Grandeur’ literally only had one theater and maybe thirty seats, if that. The proprietor ran the ticket booth and the concession stand, and in his threadbare uniform with its yellowing shirt, he looked a lot like Lurch's second cousin, once removed.

But he was a nice enough fella and it was a good way to waste some time. Even if the only movies showing were old black and whites, the popcorn was fresh, with real butter, and the added bonus of air conditioning. Besides, the Three Stooges were funny as shit any old day.

That was where Stretch was headed today; the afternoon showing only cost two bucks, then another for popcorn and he was set for a few hours. It was better than trying to get anything to tune in on the television in his overboiled room. With a lot of coaxing, he might manage to get a PBS channel, but there was only so much time a person could spend sweating their way through a staticky version of Sesame Street.

Stretch got to his seat just as the lights were going down, settling in with his popcorn. Before the movie there were a few cartoons, and it was kinda wild to get to see Steamboat Willy chugging along on the big screen again.

Today’s flick was an honest to bitsy silent movie and Stretch watched with a wide grin as Charlie Chaplin slap-schticked his way across the stage. There were a few other people in the seats, at least one of them snoring; probably only came to get out of the summertime heat.

But it wasn’t really the movie he was here for. Not today.

He’d seen her the first time he came. Sitting in the far back row, not that uncommon, some people liked to sit far away. No one else seemed to notice her and that wasn’t strange either. Normally even he didn’t pay much attention to anyone else in the theater, who did? So long as a person was quiet, made no ripples in the pond, no one saw them. Movies were for escapism, not to make new friends.

But this lady. To begin with, her clothes were about a century out of date, with her pink suit and matching pillbox hat, her white gloves, and whenever the house lights came up while they switch the reel, she vanished without even a shimmer of dust motes, only returning once the darkness did.

He’d been back three times so far and she’d been in the theater for every showing. Sitting on her own watching the flick, always in the same seat. This time, Stretch was sitting in the seat next to it. He munched his buttery popcorn and watched as Charlie Chaplin-ed his way through the movie. He didn’t have to wait long.

None of the Humans noticed. The black-and-white light coming from the screen was dim enough that anyone sitting in the audience was nothing but a shadow. Humans tended towards the unobservant side, anyway, none of them had to be as aware of their surroundings as a Monster did, especially one like Stretch with only 5 HP between him and dust.

Besides, there wasn’t any fanfare about it. One minute the chair next to him was empty and the next, a young woman was sitting there, her hands clasped primly in her lap as she looked up at the movie with rapt attention.

“like the movies, huh?” Stretch said, very softly. “always wanted to be an actor myself, but i don’t have the guts for it.”

Waste of a good pun, he didn’t even think the woman had a chance to notice he was a skeleton. She startled, one faintly translucent hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Stretch only munched on another piece of popcorn and let her gather her wits or ectoplasm or whatever ghosts had. Wasn’t like he had room to talk, the inside of his skull was as hollow as a drunken apology.

She settled quick enough and asked in a wispy little voice, “you can see me?”

Stretch slouched back and propped his sneakers up on the seat in front of him. “sure. it’s a monster thing. we see things that humans don’t, sometimes.” Or didn’t bother to see, Stretch wasn’t sure which.

“Sometimes they see me,” she admitted. “but they always run away.”

Yeah, Stretch couldn’t really blame them for that one. Humans weren’t used to ghosts, not the way Monsters were, and now that he was sitting up close, he could see the way she flickered a little, that pretty face sometimes flashing onto something else, half still pretty as a picture from an old magazine and the other a bloody ruin. There was a gaping hole on one side of her head, her blonde hair matted into dark clumps, and one blue eye stared out, unseeing. There were flecks scattered on the shoulder of her pink suit, chips of ivory, and Stretch knew enough about bones to recognize skull fragments. Another flicker and it was gone, only a pretty young Human woman looking back at him. The effect was a little off-putting, true, but it wasn’t like she could help it.

Besides, Stretch didn’t have to look. He was watching the movie.

“what’s your name?” he asked, softly.

She hesitated and he wondered if she didn’t want to tell him or if she didn’t know. Her eyes were large, absurdly long lashes sweeping against her cheeks as she considered. When she spoke again her voice was a little stronger, surer, “Doris.”

“doris, my name is stretch,” he told her, “and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

They sat together in silence for a little while. The music coming brightly from the speakers was as cheerful as a carousel, offering happiness and humor when she spoke again abruptly. “I know this is very forward. But. Could you do something for me?”

“maybe,” Stretch said, a little wary. Better not to make promises to unknown ghosts, they could get tetchy.

She smiled, a wry curve of lips as if she could hear his thoughts. “Your popcorn.”

He looked down at the paper cup in his hand, still half-full of buttery kernels. “you want some?” he asked, bemused.

She let out a whispery laugh, like a wind rustling through summer cattails. “No, but. Can I smell it?”

Oh. “sure.” He held the cup out and she leaned over it, inhaling deeply, or, well, looked like she did, he didn’t think ghosts actually breathed, but who knew? When she bent down twin ribbons of blood ran from both her nostrils, dark and slick. It didn’t drip into the popcorn, couldn’t, it wasn’t present in the same way the little carton was, but he felt his appetite fade. He still politely pretended not to notice.

She leaned back with a happy sigh and all signs of the blood were gone. “Thank you. I go behind the counter sometimes to smell it, but it’s not the same.”

“i bet. gotta be in a paper bucket or it ain’t right.” If she could go out to the concession stand, that meant at least she wasn’t stuck sitting in this one seat. Maybe it was just her favorite. “you get out much?” He jerked his head towards the door, “outside, i mean.”

“No,” She shook her head sadly, and her hair brushed her shoulders. “I have to stay in the theater.”

He nodded sympathetically. That was gonna make this a little harder, but not too much. He liked the movies, anyway. “yeah, it works that way sometimes. but hey, i’ll stop back in and see you again. if that’s okay?”

She brightened visibly, coming sharply into focus like a lens turned on a camera, until the chair behind her only barely showing through. “Would you?”

Now that was a vow he could make and Stretch sketched a cross over his chest with a finger and said solemnly, “i promise.”

Their chat must’ve been getting a little loud. Someone was turning around in the front seats. The room was too dark to see, but he didn’t have to witness a glare to feel it. Stretch slouched down in his seat and took the hint.

Hey, he’d made a friend. Well, most of one and it was the important part. A soul without a body was a lot nicer than a body without a soul, hands down.

Which made him wonder about the gas station attendant, because Mitch made Red seem like a warm, outgoing person.

The ancient artwork on the front window of the gas station showed a shiny, smiling attendant in a tidy uniform, his neatly cut hair almost hidden beneath his cap as he held up a dripping gas nozzle in offering. That guy must’ve gotten promoted out of state, because the only dress code Mitch followed was ‘fuck it, looks clean.’ Long, straggly hair poked out from his dirty baseball cap and, of all things, he was reading the New York Times, the business section.

His saving grace was that his disinterest in all customers was universal. Mitch was an equal opportunity kind of guy; he didn’t give a shit about anyone.

Stretch opened the door carefully so that the cowbell only gave a muted clang. He hesitated inside the door and decided to brave a question. Hey, he’d made one friend today, may as well push his luck. “you got any coffee on?”

It was a pretty safe bet, even as hot as it was. Coffee wouldn’t help with the sweat that was already dampening his shirt from walking over from the theater, but Stretch felt a little unsteady from meeting Doris. He could use a dose of caffeine to shore him up.

Mitch didn’t look up from his paper, but he jerked his chin towards the back wall. “Yep, but the only coffee I got is hot. Ain’t no ‘spressos around here, Slick.”

“Hot is fine.” He didn’t bother correcting him on the name. Started with an S, close enough, they’d be best pals in no time. The carafe of coffee smelled surprisingly fresh, considering that Mitch looked like he’d been holding that chair down for a few hours. There was a plastic basket next to the carafe filled with little coffee mate creamer cups. He added four French vanilla, carrying his murky coffee up to the counter with Red’s six-pack. Beer was one thing they didn’t sell at the store, no alcohol at all, something to do with the liquor laws in this county and Red not paying those skinflint jackholes for a license, not on his ass, thanks much.

He paid for both, picked up his change from where Mitch tossed it unhelpfully on the counter and went outside, fumbling out his smokes on the way.

Stretch sat down on the crumbling curb, drinking his coffee and smoking, letting the caffeine and nicotine wash over him in a twin, soothing rush. He’d been trying to cut down with his funds being on the uncertain side, cigarettes were a pricy vice, and he couldn’t bum any from Red the way he did the beers.

The sun was still high overhead pouring down the heat, coming up off the pavement in shimmery waves. Sweat was rising up on his bones, his t-shirt clinging damply to his ribs and spine. Somewhere nearby, he could hear children playing, the hollow thud of a basketball and their laughter carrying on in the still air. He didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, no one’s expectations to live up to.

When his cigarette was done and pinched out, Stretch climbed back to his feet and headed for the grocery to drop off the beers before they got warm. Again, he went easy on the door, keeping the bell to a faint rattle rather than a clang. It was only when he turned around that he saw the front counter was empty, Red’s book bent open on the counter but no skeleton around to pick it back up.

He set the beers on the counter, calling, “red?”

No reply and that was strangely ominous in a little store where even a short skeleton would be hard pressed to hide.

There was a long hallway in the back that led past a couple storerooms to the apartment Red lived in. He gave the storerooms a glance, just in case Red had a sudden urge to restock the sanitary napkin display, and wasn’t very surprised to find them unoccupied. He saw the door to Red’s apartment was open a crack like it never was and that cranked ominous up to sinister. The lingering sweat on his bones was chilling in the air conditioning, but that wasn’t the only reason a sudden shiver rattled him.

“red?” Stretch called weakly as he pushed open the door.

The living room was small with a ratty plaid sofa and a coffee table littered with beer cans and balled up chip bags, and standing in the center of it was a person who was not Red, not unless he got one hell of a growth spurt while Stretch was gone.

Once, Stretch would’ve just taken a shortcut out, right the hell to the Sheriff station down the road and never had he missed the skill more than when the guy-who-was-definitely-not-Red started to turn around. The instinct to teleport was still there even if the ability wasn’t, fizzling out with an aching pain right in the middle of his chest.

It was only a minor distraction and Stretch blundered over to grab a lamp from a side table, yanking the cord right out of the wall as he brandished it over his head like a club, yelling shrilly, “what the fuck are you doing in here?”

The guy turned around, looking back at him with deep crimson eye lights that flicked briefly up to the lamp before meeting his wild gaze. His voice was as smooth and dark as deep water as he stated coolly, “I believe that’s my question.”

Stretch could stare and the only coherent thought amongst the many tangled ones scrambling through his mind was only two words. Simple. Descriptive.

Oh, shit.

-tbc-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underswap sans #welcome to backwater

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