#but I'm mostly just exhausted from the search and ready for it to be over

[cuppatealove]

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[anna-the-undertaker]

The Boys reaction to a Blue Collar Worker MC who was summoned to the Devildom in nothing but a towel...

I finally did this after so long.... Idk whats happening but I've been on a writing kick recently so we will see how you all like my writing I guess lmao also we are ignoring how mammon wasn't in the room when MC arrives in game cause I'm lazy.

Tags: @lurkingblue @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

part 1

Lucifer

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him. A human, fresh out of a bath and barely coherent, standing in the heart of the Devildom, had the audacity to speak in such a manner. The request for clothes, food, and rest was delivered with a bluntness that bordered on insolence. Normally, he wouldn't tolerate such disrespect, especially not in Diavolo's presence. Lucifer prided himself on order and discipline, and this human's arrival was anything but. He could feel his patience thinning, a not so rare occurrence that he worked hard to suppress. This was the human chosen by Diavolo? His expression remained impassive, but the air around him grew colder as he spoke. "You are in no position to make demands, human. Consider yourself fortunate that Lord Diavolo is more generous than I."

How he looks back on it now: Lucifer, sitting with a glass of Demonus in hand, would let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I still can't believe that was our first impression of them. Summoned to the Devildom in a towel, dripping water all over the floor like they owned the place. And then—then—they have the audacity to demand food, clothes, and a bed as if they were checking into a five-star hotel. I knew from that moment that MC would be nothing but trouble... and I wasn’t wrong.”

Mammon

Mammon, caught somewhere between surprise and amusement, couldn’t help but let out a bark of a laugh. This human was something else. Appearing in the middle of the Devildom, demanding food and a place to sleep like they owned the place? Mammon could almost admire that kind of guts, if it wasn't so ridiculous. But he was also intrigued. They were obviously tired and out of their depth, but there was a spark of defiance in them that piqued his curiosity. "Hey, hey, maybe we should cut ‘em some slack, yeah? Look at ‘em, they’re about ready to keel over. Not exactly how I pictured meetin’ a human though…"

How he looks back on it now: Mammon would be laughing, practically doubled over. “Ya shoulda seen Lucifer’s face! He was so mad, but he didn’t know what to do! And then there’s MC, barely awake, tellin’ us off like we were the ones who interrupted their shower! They’re a riot, I tell ya. I knew right then and there—this human was gonna be somethin’ special.”

Leviathan

Leviathan blinked rapidly, trying to process what he was seeing. This was supposed to be the human exchange student? This tired, wet mess of a person who was talking like they had just walked into a convenience store? Levi was torn between feeling embarrassed for them and being mildly impressed by their nerve. But mostly, he just felt awkward. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact, his facing burning with a fierce blush as he searched for something to hide behind. "This is so… weird. Like, who even does that? Walking into a place like this… in a towel? It’s like something out of a bad anime."

How he looks back on it now: Levi would be blushing, trying to hide behind his manga. “I mean, it was like something out of an anime, right? The clueless protagonist just casually demanding things from these powerful beings… it’s straight out of a ‘reverse isekai’ plot! But honestly, I was too busy being embarrassed for them to laugh at the time. Now, though? It’s kind of hilarious. They just… stood there, barely dressed, like it was no big deal!”

Satan

Satan observed the human with a critical eye. The situation was strange, even by Devildom standards, but it also presented an interesting puzzle. Who was this human to speak so boldly? They were clearly exhausted, pushed to their limits, but there was something almost… primal about their directness. It was as if survival instincts had taken over. "Interesting. They’re either incredibly brave or too exhausted to care about decorum. I wonder how long they’ll last here if this is how they start."

How he looks back on it now: Satan would smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I admit, I didn’t expect a mere human to have the nerve to make demands right after being summoned. It was… refreshing, to say the least. I could see the frustration in Lucifer’s eyes, and I knew I was going to enjoy having MC around. They didn’t bow down in fear—they just wanted a nap. Brilliant.”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus couldn’t help but giggle, though there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. This human was definitely not what he had expected. They were dripping water everywhere, their hair clinging to their skin, and yet, instead of being mortified, they were making demands. It was almost endearing in its own way, like a lost kitten mewling for attention. "Oh my, aren’t you just precious? But darling, if you’re going to make demands like that, at least do it with a bit more flair. Still, I think we can find you something more… suitable to wear or you could just lose the towel all together."

How he looks back on it now: Asmo would be giggling, twirling a lock of his hair around his finger. “Oh, it was such a scandal! A human, in a towel, dripping wet in front of everyone! And yet, they had this… effortless confidence. It was kind of hot, honestly. And their skin looked amazing—I was so jealous! I just knew I had to befriend them. Anyone who can pull off an entrance like that is someone I need to know!”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub’s concern was immediate but simple. The human was obviously tired and hungry, and those were things he could easily understand. He frowned slightly, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to step in and help. "They should eat something. And rest. They said they’re about to pass out. We can figure everything else out after."

How he looks back on it now: Beel would nod thoughtfully, his focus split between the memory and whatever snack he’s holding. “I just remember being really confused… and hungry. They said something about food, and I thought, ‘Yeah, I could go for a snack too.’ But they didn’t even seem scared, just tired and hungry. I get that. We connected on a deep level that day.”

Diavolo

Diavolo, on the other hand, was more fascinated than anything else and couldn't help the booming laugh that escaped him. The human’s arrival, so raw and unfiltered, was not what he had planned, but it was a glimpse into their true character. He appreciated the honesty in their exhaustion and the way they set boundaries despite being in an unfamiliar and likely frightening situation. "Welcome to the Devildom," he said warmly, his voice cutting through the tension. "We will, of course, ensure you are taken care of. Rest first, and we’ll discuss everything else when you’re ready."

How he looks back on it now: Diavolo would laugh heartily, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, that was classic! I thought we were about to welcome our human exchange student with a grand, royal introduction. You know, something to set the tone! And then… poof! In they come, in nothing but a towel, demanding food and a nap! I couldn’t help but admire their spirit—who else would have the audacity to make demands of a demon lord? Honestly, I knew right then that they were going to make things very interesting around here.”

Barbatos

Barbatos watched with his usual calm demeanor, though his mind was already calculating what would be needed to accommodate this unexpectedly demanding guest. He was intrigued by their bluntness, a trait not often seen in someone so new to the Devildom. "It seems we have our work cut out for us. I’ll prepare something for them to wear and eat. This situation, unusual as it is, can be addressed once they’ve had the rest they need."

How he looks back on it now: Barbatos would smile subtly, a hint of amusement in his usually composed demeanor. “It was certainly… unexpected. I remember thinking, ‘Ah, this is going to be a challenge.’ I had prepared everything for a formal welcome, and suddenly I was considering where I could find suitable clothing on such short notice. But what really stood out was their confidence. They weren’t intimidated at all—just tired. It was almost endearing, in a way. Though I must admit, I’ve never had to prepare a royal feast for someone who was dripping on the floor before.”

The other characters after hearing of MC's dramatic arrival later -

Belphegor

Belphegor, still hidden away, was not present to witness the scene firsthand, but the way the human handled their introduction would later reach his ears. He would find it amusing, this tired human, dragged into a world they couldn’t possibly understand and still demanding rest. It would have made him laugh, perhaps even endeared them to him in a strange way, though he’d never admit it. “I think it's hilarious. They were so focused on getting some sleep, just like me. Honestly, I'm impressed. I don’t even care that they're human. Anyone who prioritizes a nap over everything else has their priorities straight in my book.”

Simeon

Simeon would laugh softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, MC. Only you could be summoned into a realm of demons in nothing but a towel and somehow manage to make demands! I can just imagine the look on Lucifer’s face. It’s impressive—you're like a stubborn ray of sunshine cutting through the darkest clouds. I’d love to have seen it!”

Luke

Luke would be flabbergasted, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and indignation. “They were summoned like that? That’s so unfair! I bet they were freezing! Who does that? Demons, apparently! But you know what? Good for them for telling those demons off! That’s what they deserve for being so unprepared. If I were there, I would’ve given them a piece of my mind too!”

Solomon

Solomon would be grinning, clearly amused by the whole scenario. “That’s classic MC—turning a moment of complete chaos into one where they’re the one calling the shots. I can just picture them standing there, dripping water all over the floor, and casually telling the future King of the Devildom that they need a nap. Honestly, it’s moments like this that make me glad I chose them as my apprentice. They’ve got the kind of audacity that most people can only dream of!”

Rapheal

Raphael, known for his serious demeanor, would hear about MC’s first arrival to the Devildom and probably raise an eyebrow, trying to picture the scene. "So, they appeared in a towel and demanded food and rest? Bold. Very bold." After a pause, he’d add with a rare smirk, "They might survive down here better than I thought."

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles, with his aristocratic air, would be caught between disbelief and amusement. “They really told Lucifer and Diavolo off in a towel? If only I could’ve seen that! The looks on their faces must’ve been priceless. Perhaps I’ll write a column about the ‘indecent’ summons of the human exchange student!” He’d chuckle at his own joke, imagining the uproar it would cause.

Thirteen

Thirteen, with her mischievous streak, would find the whole thing hilarious. “They really popped in like that? A towel, dripping water, and told everyone to get their act together? That’s brilliant! I would’ve loved to see everyone’s reaction. I bet Lucifer’s face turned fifty shades of red. I like this human already—got some real spunk!” She’d laugh, already planning some pranks inspired by the story.

[miffysrambles]

Hey marbles. I'm new around Tumblr and I'm still figuring out the mechanics. I tried to send a message but it wouldn't work, so I'm stuck doing a post. I love your headcannons, BTW, for Lego Monkie Kid and I had thought of something for a headcannon theme.

What if the S/O got kidnapped by a demon clan and was held for ransom and Wukong/Macaque/etc. have a set amount of time to get the ransom ready. The S/O manages to escape and returns to them just as they were reaching their breaking point.

What do you think their reactions are gonna be?

submission by @treebranches206 !!!

Wukong and Macaque With a Kidnapped! S/O

(Ahhh I loved this prompt!)

Wukong:

Wukong’s breaking point was fairly quick, like a few hours after you were kidnapped and the note arrived at Pigsy’s.

The demon clan KNEW he was training MK to be his successor so of course they left it there. 

The minute MK told him, he was already getting ready to find out where you were and fly to you on his cloud. 

Of course, MK and his team told him they needed a plan before Wukong recklessly tried to find you.

They were in the middle of forming a plan at Pigsy’s, Wukong was pacing back and forth as MK explained the plan with his drawings, his ginger tail swaying back and forth as he was lost in thought.

He was mostly thinking of what he would do to the demons once he got his paws on them.

Wukong is usually patient with his student, but right now he just couldn’t help it this time around.

“Ugh, we don’t have TIME for this kid! I gotta go find them NOW!”

He was already on his way out the front door when he was met with your tired gorgeous face.

“Peaches!”

His arms wrapped around you as he pressed kisses all over your face, his tail shaping into a heart as he shouted praises and words of relief into the air.

“Oh thank the gods you’re okay, I was so worried I was never gonna see your gorgeous face again. You’re here! You’re safe! I love you, oh I love you!”

You tiredly smiled as he pepper kissed your cheeks, the other members of the team rushing over to you to also see if you were okay.

Luckily, you weren’t injured, they mostly just kept you alone in a dark cell and you escaped by the skin of your teeth.

However, Wukong doesn’t brush it off like you would think.

Once you were safe in his arms, he used a bunch of his clones to beat the demons into the ground.

He held you close to his chest that night, his grasp heavy around you as if someone was threatening to take you away from him. 

He strokes your hair as you quickly fell asleep from how tired you were, smiling as he kissed your forehead.

“G’night peaches, you’re safe with me, always and forever.”

Macaque:

Unlike Wukong, Macaque didn’t have anyone to rationally tell him to plan his next move.

So, he went straight to getting you back any way he could.

The minute he saw the note nailed to your door as he emerged from the shadows to visit your apartment, all Macaque could feel was raw rage.

The paper wrinkled in his tight grasp, letting out a primal growl and roar of sheer anger as he threatened every demon in town to figure out where you were.

He had never heard of this demon clan before, so why did those bastards have to take you?!

Nobody in Megapolis knew the clan or where you were, leaving the dark-haired simian to search for you on his own.

Macaque was exhausted, he had been searching for you for hours at this point.

His feet were killing him, but he didn’t care. He needed to find you.

He needed you here with him, he needed to see your beautiful face and your gorgeous smile again. 

After hours of searching and the sun finally starting to rise, he finally decided to go back to his dojo to sit down and collect his thoughts before going back out the next night once again. 

His leg thumped up and down as he interlocked his fingers while looking at the wood flooring, getting lost in his thoughts.

Oh what he would do to the clan after he found them, death would be too light of a punishment.

The shadows around him started to envelop him as his thoughts grew more violent and darker, just the thought they were laying even a finger on you was too much to bear. 

His thoughts were interrupted as the door to his house was opened, his six ears twitched as he recognized your breaths.

The shadows withdrew as he rushed out of the dojo to you, seeing your tired face.

He pulled you into a tight hug, repeating praises over and over as his tail wagged from your mere presence. 

“You’re okay, thank gods you’re okay. I swear, I’ll find them sweet cheeks. I’ll beat the absolute shit out of them for even looking at you, I promise. I love you, I love you so much…”

You held him back, thankful to be in his arms once more.

If you’re wondering, yes you’re boyfriend did indeed keep his word.

After you told him where you were kept that night, he used his giant shadow smoke monster to grab them and punch them all into the dirt.

Laughing, he bore his fangs at the idiots that even dared to touch you.

“You guys got guts, I’ll tell you that much! But guts get you nowhere, I’ll show you what happens when those guts of yours decide to fuck around with someone who is not yours…”

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 4

Chapter 3 here

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The rest of the weekend went by quickly; primarily due to the fact that you slept for the majority of it.  The time difference between America and Japan really took its toll on you, and you were simply exhausted.  Sunday evening rolled around, and you were starting to get nervous, yet excited for your first day at your new job.  You pulled out your laptop, and did a Google search on U.A. High School to familiarize yourself more with it.  Their site explained what their school was about, stating it had four different departments; the hero department, the general studies department, the support department, and management department.

The website also had various pictures on it from all of the different courses.  One of the pictures featured a man standing in front of his students; you could only see his side profile.  He looked tall, had medium-length black hair, wore a black shirt, black pants, and black boots, along with a utility belt and some sort of scarf.  You couldn't help but stare at this picture for longer than necessary as there was a sense of familiarity with this man, you just couldn't put your finger on it.  Oh well, you thought.  You continued perusing the website, until you noticed the time: it was 10:00pm.  It would be best if you got to bed.

You got ready for bed, and fell asleep almost the instant your head hit the pillow.  That night, you dreamt of that black-haired man.  He was doing anything out of the ordinary, and his face was contorted, but he was just...there, standing next to you holding your hand.  Your dream finally ended when your alarm blared at 6:00am.  Huh, that was weird, why did you dream of that man?  You just chalked it up to looking at the picture for longer than the others; it couldn't have meant anything else.  

You hopped in the shower, got out and put your robe on, and made yourself some eggs and toast for breakfast.  At some point in between sleeping over the weekend, you did make your way to the grocery store to get the basics for your cabinets and refrigerator, which you were grateful for at that moment.  After you got done eating, you blow dried your hair, put some makeup on, and decided on what to wear for your first day.  Looking through your wardrobe, you opted for a raspberry colored blouse, a pencil skirt, and low black heels.  You decided to wear your hair down as opposed to putting it up in a bun; you didn't want to look too much like a librarian.

Once 7:45am rolled around, you left your dorm and went down the stairs to meet up with Toshinori, who was already standing there waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.  "Good morning!" you exclaimed.  "Good morning to you, young Y/N!  Shall we get going?"  It was a short, five-minute walk to the high school from Heights Alliance, which was a nice perk since you didn't have a vehicle here in Japan.  Toshinori and you talked about what you did over the weekend.  You fully admitted that, other than going to the grocery store at some point, you mostly slept the weekend away due to the time difference.  "That's completely understandable.  Hopefully you got a good night's rest last night as you will be meeting a lot of people today!"  "Yes I did, I feel nice and awake this morning," you replied to him.

You two made it to U.A. High School; it looked just like it did in the pictures on its website.  "Wow," you said out loud, "I can't believe I'm going to be working here."  Toshinori smiled down at you, "I hope you like it.  Everyone is pretty nice, and the students...well, you'll see.  They all have their own unique Quirks as well as personalities."  You two made your way inside, where Toshinori took you right to Principal Nezu's office to fill out your new hire paperwork.  Upon entering Nezu's office, you were greeted by the creature that you had the virtual interview with.  Oh my god, he was so tiny and cute!  You just wanted to pick him up and squish him.  But no, you obviously weren't going to do that; he was your boss.

Nezu got up from his chair upon seeing you, and you two bowed to one another.  "Welcome to your first day at U.A. High, Y/N!  We're so happy to have you here.  Please, sit, and we will get started on your paperwork.  And All Might, thank you for tending to Y/N, it means more than you know."  Toshinori smiled and said, "just happy to help, sir."  In the meantime, you filled out all of your paperwork while Nezu and Toshinori talked about the agenda for the day.  "Well, Y/N, first thing on the agenda today will be for you to sit in at the faculty meeting.  You won't need to attend these often, this will just be a good opportunity to meet the teachers."  Nezu looked down at this watch, "which actually starts in five minutes.  Let's go, shall we?"

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To be continued...

[chrissbluehat]

Nervous

part 1

Pairing : y/n and Chris Sturniolo 

Summary: you lived a pretty standard life, you kept to yourself mostly, and never felt you drew the eyes of anyone. Though this always felt conflicting when comparing yourself to friends. This was until a boy came into your life and flipped it completely around.

Sorry I kept forgetting to post this, hope you enjoy

Warnings : none

I have the window down, the evening breeze running through my hair. Jenna is driving me back to my house. As we travel all I can think about is the interaction I had with Chris earlier. The whole thing felt like a fever dream, it all felt a little too pleasant as if I was thrown straight into a book with no warning and the chapter was re-enacted around me. I didn’t understand why he would have gone out of his way to talk to a girl he didn’t know before then, maybe his drink got to him and he was simply bored. The thought of him felt suffocating, my thoughts were then broken by Jenna catching my attention. “Are you good? The way you’re staring is starting to creep me out a bit”, I can hear her laugh a bit, and I give her a half smile.

“Yeah I'm okay”, Jenna nodded at my response and looked back at the road. I contemplated telling her about my conversation with Chris but I didn’t want to make it into a bigger thing than it was, I mean it was just one conversation. I wasn’t hiding it, it simply just was not that big of a deal, I thought to reassure myself. 

She drops me home and I head straight up to my room, quietly, since it was late and I knew everyone would have been asleep. I slump onto my bed, thoughts all still on one person. Is this what it feels like to like someone? This feels like a form of torture, I needed a break but I couldn’t get one. My mind was not free of that brunette and I honestly wasn't sure it would ever be. I change quickly and get into bed, thoughts still captured.

The rest of the weekend wasn’t much different. I saw him in everything I did, it was starting to become exhausting. The worst part was that he probably hadn’t given a second thought since departing from that bench and that hurt more. I mean there was no real reason for him to remember that, it probably wasn’t even significant to him remotely. My days ended the same, with him plastered around my mind similar to the way girls had posters of their celebrity crushes around their room, when thinking about it that way it became slightly comforting.

On Monday, I got up slightly earlier. Usually I stayed in bed until my mum came in and yelled that i’m going to be late. I started getting ready straight away. Shower and then skin care that I kind of just had for the aesthetic. I then put on more make-up than I usually would, it wasn’t heaps, just mascara and a tinted lip gloss rather than my usual bare face that I was too lazy to cover up. I found an outfit that was reasonable, a simple brandy graphic tee and jeans and I went down for breakfast, my mom gave me a weird look. She usually would if I changed anything about my appearance, but I ignored her and had my breakfast and started walking to school. 

Once in homeroom, I took my seat. Fortunately they were assigned which removed the anxiety of having to make sure no one has taken your unassigned seat each day. A couple minutes later my friend Maisie came in, she sat just in front of me so I had someone to talk to through that period. As we were talking a bunch of guys arrived late making an unnecessary amount of noise, I looked up to see who it was and then I spotted him, the guy that had consumed my thoughts all weekend. How I even let him slip my mind was beyond me. I looked over at him, but he didn’t even glance in my direction, I could tell that his eyes didn’t even search for mine. He headed over to his seat before the teacher came up to him and one of his other friends and made them hand out something with each of our names on it as some kind of punishment for arriving late rather than just giving them the usual detention, I guess she was tired of signing for them. They made their way around the classroom and Chris then walked towards me.

“Are you Y/N?” I nodded my head and took the paper, in the moment I felt crushed. He didn’t even remember my name. I wanted to crawl into a ball and hide from everyone but I knew I couldn't do that, so I acted as natural as I could and pretended that that comment didn’t bother me in any way. I thought about that moment for the rest of the day, it distracted me all day and I paid no attention to anything else. I practically ran home so that I could finally wrap myself in my bed and sob over a boy that I barely knew. My feelings about him confused me. I was confused as to why I was so sure I would be significant for him to remember, I'd built up a big moment for no reason and I felt utterly pathetic for it. 

He continued consuming my thoughts but not in the way I had previously enjoyed when he appeared in my mind. The cold memory was on replay as if on a bad vhs tape, I couldn’t escape it. Every time I saw him all I could hear was his voice asking for my name. I tried to replace it with the memory from the party but that file was damaged and wouldn’t fill in the void the way it once did.

After the first week I had nearly given up hope, that was until I caught him glancing at me. I caught his eyes and he quickly turned back around. I put my head down smiling to myself. After that we communicated in looks and quick glances from across the room and in between classes in the hall. It started off once or twice a day and began to grow more frequently. We were both conscious to do it when our friends weren’t looking and their attention wasn’t on us. When I thought of him I now saw flashes of his pretty blue eyes and the way his hair gently draped over them, this slowly started to eat away at the negative memory and replaced it, the thought of him no longer hurt. 

After the first glance I'd become a little bit invested in him, to the point where I found myself searching for him anywhere. This search started off at the sports games that I was forced to go to, though the thrill of him maybe being that washed out the annoyance. Though after a couple games I discovered that he’d never go, which I thought was off considering his friends were all there. There was one time that I thought he’d come for once only to realise that it was someone that looked exactly like him, I then discovered there was another. I’m honestly shocked that I never realised that there were triplets here, luckily they each have pretty different hair so I now know how to tell when it’s Chris and when it’s not conveniently. I searched for him online. In the weeks that we started noticing each other, I became tempted to just message him, I had found him online after stalking through his friends' accounts. 

It wasn't too difficult to find, he used to post a lot but I'd noticed he hadn’t updated it in a couple months, I also noticed that he posted with his brothers a lot, it was easier to tell them apart when they were next to each other, which was helpful. After looking for a way to message him I ended up coming to the conclusion that it was better to not interact with him there, just so I didn’t come off as overbearing too early on. I’d wait for him to give me a signal first. I then searched for him in conversations. In homeroom one day I overheard his name being mentioned by Maisie and some girl that I wasn't really familiar with. I knew she was linked to Chris's friends though. I heard her refer to him as weird and kind of peculiar. 

“Yeah since he quit lacrosse he’s been a bit off, like he was a bit much before but now I forget he’s even there”,

“Literally, and when you do realise he’s just acting all moody and miserable, like why drag yourself somewhere if you’re going to ruin it for everyone else”, Maisie scoffed. I furrowed my eyebrows at her words. I wasn’t sure why I felt so offended for him. I mean I didn’t know him, we were barely even friends. My eyes slowly wandered over to him, and I realised he already had his eyes on me, making me smile a bit. I often wondered how long these glances would last before he either lost interest or spoke to me again, little did I know one of those options would happen a little faster than I thought.

[anniebear-92]

Paw Prints

First, I would like to apologize for the delay between the last chapter and this one. I had a lot going on in my life recently and have not had the ability to get this posted. I had it mostly written but again life happened to push it back. I have decided that I will be doing Five total parts to this so if you'd like to be added to the tag list let me know. Thank you again to everyone who has shown me love on these posts. They mean the world to me!

Previous Chapters: Part One Part Two

Part Three: Returning home after a stressful day at school you find a complete stranger on your couch. Talk about icing on the cake! Maybe we'll finally get some answers around here!

Warnings: Slight reference to a NSFW object and an act if you squint. Otherwise SFW

To say it had been a day would be an understatement.

You had gone through a multitude of tests, had your lovely piece of crap break down on you only to come home and find an intruder on your couch! A, handsome, muscular… semi naked one that had fluffy ears nestled in his sandy blonde hair and a tail that flicked behind him in faux anger. Reminding you immediately of a certain feline that seemed to be MIA at the current moment.

"Who the hell are you?"

His head tilted slightly as the blanket loosely hung around his hips began to slide, revealing more and more ever so slowly than you needed to see. A look of pure confusion crossed his features as you snatched your bag back up and held it out in front of you when the blanket finally slipped in full as a makeshift barrier to avoid seeing way more of the stranger than necessary.

"What do you mean who am I? I'm Bakugo you idiot!"

Blinking you quickly scanned the area for any hide or hair of the little ball of terror that was normally greeting you at this moment when you returned. Take a few deep calming breaths your gaze returned to his with a skeptical expression of your own.

"You're my cat? Or rather you're a cat?"

His thick arms crossed over a bare chest, your eyes struggled to maintain contact with his own striking pair that narrowed at the implication he was a liar.

"Of course I'm a cat! I'm not your or anyone's pet! You just happen to feed me and let me sleep here!" He threw his arms around during his little outburst while you attempted to keep the bag in your view at all times for modesty.

"Alright! Alright! Can you please just at least put the blanket back around you for now?"

Finally breaking into his annoyed rambling he paused after a brief moment and with a quick roll of his eyes snatched the blanket to wrap around his waist. You slowly lowered the bag with a grumbled thank you and dropped it beside you, completely uninterested in it after the day's events.

You began moving forward towards the large cat eared man, eyes searching him for any indication of his intent to harm you. Though his face set in a scowl was a bit off putting you did not get the sense of any immediate danger.

You slowly sank into the arm chair beside the couch, your hand running over your features in pure exhaustion.

"Are you ready yet? You fucking stink."

Peeking through your fingers you found the tall man looming above you, dropping your hand with a gasp in surprise he huffed at your reaction.

"This is routine by now why are you freaking out? You come home smelling like shitty dog and I make you smell tolerable!" He shifted his stance to lean forward, his nose twitching as his right ear flicked in pure annoyance. The tip of his tail peeked out from under the blanket, curling and uncurling to show he wasn't as annoyed as he let on.

"I don't understand the dog reference? I haven't seen or pet any dogs today… But that's beside the point! Where the hell is my cat? Seriously!"

Crossing your arms you glowered up at the stranger who let his head fall back with a groan. After a moment he leaned down, both of his large hands gripping the arm chair on either side of you as he thrust his face into yours. His already raspy voice lowering to send shivers down your spine as he emphasized.

"I. Am. Your. Cat."

Your breath made itself as scarce as your missing feline, eyes frantically searching for any hint of deceit from the man a little to close for comfort. You squeaked in response as he audibly sniffed, the skin wrinkling around his nose in disgust until he stood to full height once again before he turned and began marching towards the kitchen, grumbling all the while.

"Fucking hell, coming in here smelling like dog, yelling at me and treating me like you don't know me."

Now that "Bakugo" was out of your personal space, you took a deep inhale to refill your screaming lungs. You peeked over the backrest of the chair, watching as the blonde haired man began digging into the cupboards, throwing out onto the ground objects with a clang that he deemed not worthy of his interest.

What for the love of sweets is going on??

You quickly stood from your seat now taking the opportunity to actually search for your missing cat and prove that the man currently rummaging through your kitchen was actually some crazy cosplayer or something in order to report to the authorities. Disappearing from the living space you began searching high and low, in his normal hiding spots and ones you had yet to find him in the off chance he had taken to new habits while you were gone. Today was one for weird occurences so why not?

Failing in your search thus far you were interrupted by a clearing of the throat, turning while on your hands and knees to peer under the bed. He cocked a brow as he stood with arms crossed and a bewildered expression.

"The hell you doin'?"

Letting out an embarrassed chuckle you stood and brushed off your legs as you avoided gazing back at your handsome intruder.

"Looking for something…" He clicked his tongue while leaning against the doorframe.

"Your cat?"

Giving him a sheepish look he rolled his eyes before exiting the doorway and returning back down the hall for the banging to resume in the kitchen.

Chewing your lip you began digging into the closet for now, behind a few objects here and there you found the item of your search. A box you had stuffed into the back at the beginning of your vacation a few weeks prior. Inside were some old clothes from the times your ex would stay over that you had yet to make plans for returning just yet. Though he was nothing near the size of the blonde man claiming to be your pet, your search through the garments brought a pair of silk basketball shorts with drawstring should be a better fit for now than your couch throw blanket.

For good measure you made a stop at the dresser to pull out the largest shirt you owned, which had made a good sleep shirt for many years. At least he would be properly covered when you inevitably called the authorities to pick up the cat accessory wearing man and could return your blanket where it belonged… after a good wash.

You leaned around the corner to peek at what your "house guest" was doing still in the kitchen to find him chopping away at some vegetables you had just purchased the previous evening, a steaming pan sat on the stove with some ingredients already added inside. The smell that hit your nose almost drug an involuntary noise from you at the wonderful aroma. You were mesmerized for a few moments as you watched him move, the expanse and contract of the muscles in his shoulders and back with the chopping movements of the knife in his hand. He really was attractive… for an intruder.

Gathering your nerves you padded into the kitchen while avoiding the land mines of objects he had tossed onto the floor without care. You cleared your throat to catch his attention after a few moments of silence. To your surprise he didn't speak or acknowledge your presence in any shape or form. Trying once again, he finally gazed at you out of the corner of his eye while dumping his freshly chopped haul into the pan of sizzling sauce.

"You got a hairball or something?"

Blinking for a moment you shook your head at the audacity. "No uh.. Here. I brought you something to wear other than… That." Offering the clothing you gestured to the blanket that still hung low on his hips, his eyes alternating between your own and the garments that hung from your fingers.

"No thanks." He turned his attention back towards the hot stove leaving you sputtering in disbelief.

"Wasn't a question sir! I need you to put this on, you're not wearing any clothes and I will need my blanket back eventually. You can keep them, I don't need them anymore."

His long fingers turned the burner down to a simmer before turning and shooting a glare. "What do I need those for?"

Letting out a breath in annoyance you lifted the clothes while gesturing to your own. "To cover up? Modesty? Pick one I don't care at this point. You're in my house claiming to be my cat and you're naked! Either put on the clothes to be dressed when the police arrive or they'll have to just take you to jail like that!"

He cocked a brow, adjusting his stance to something a bit more relaxed.

"You still don't believe me do you?" Shaking your head and then your hand holding the clothes he finally groaned in annoyance. "Fine!" Snatching the clothes from your hand he dropped them on the counter beside you and began working at the knot holding the blanket around his slender waist. You let out a yelp that had him freezing to look at you, failing your hands you began yelling. "Go change in the bathroom! Or my room! Not here!"

He huffed as the ears on his head flattened, "You have to be so fucking picky? Whatever makes you happy!" Grabbing the clothes from the counter he began stomping towards the hallway leading to the restroom, grumbling all the while. You could barely catch his words but it sounded something like "Been naked here this entire time… now its a problem."

While your guest changed in the other room, you began snooping through what he had been working on before you interrupted. From the visual and aroma alone, your mouth watered in anticipation as you stirred the sauce in the pan. With a quick glance to make sure he was not stomping back out yet, you grabbed a spoon and took a small sample to shove in your mouth.

A groan escaped around the spoon at the flavors that exploded on your tongue. Okay, for a crazy guy who broke into your apartment… he knew how to cook.

"Does it meet your expectations, your majesty?"

The spoon slipped from your fingers and hit the ground with a clang as you rounded to find the culprit behind you. Your sleep shirt fit him perfectly even with a slight strain around the biceps and across the chest. How could this man make those silk shorts look ten times better than your ex ever did??

He snapped you out of your thoughts by shaking the blanket in your field of vision, your hands reaching out and taking it. You mumbled a thank you before skedaddling past him and throwing it in the washer while he returned to his work in the kitchen. Upon returning you found him spoon in hand, using it to point towards your dining table for emphasis.

"I'm making Mapo Tofu, sit your ass at the table and I'll explain when this is done."

With the promise of finally figuring out what the hell was going on you sat as you were told and watched him like a hawk. Telling yourself you were making sure he wasn't going to poison or drug you, the fact that he was insanely attractive moving around the kitchen like he owned the place had absolutely no affect on you…

He placed a steaming plate in front of you and handed you chop sticks before taking a seat himself on the other side of the table. You gave a brief thanks while inspecting the food you could only describe as a culinary work of art, looking worlds better than anything you have ever produced from this kitchen. "Bakugo" on the other side of the table began eating before you even got your first bite in. He used his fingers and raised the bowl to his mouth, ignoring the spare set of chopsticks he had brought out. Picking up your own pair, you gathered the nerve to finally take a bite. Now that everything was all completed you could taste the love and care he put into putting this meal together, maybe he was a chef when he wasn't breaking into people's homes?

A few bites in you stole glances at him while he chewed his own, his gaze locked on you as you waited patiently for him to hold up his promise of giving you the full details. Taking one final bite, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before those striking eyes locked back with yours. You tossed a napkin to him, his body leaning away as if the item would bite him. A deep sigh left you as you pointed to it and then his arm, he rolled his eyes before wiping down his arm and tossing the cloth behind him. You grit your teeth when he spoke.

"Alright what do you want to know?"

You finished your current mouthful before setting down your utensils and interlaced your fingers. "I want to know who you really are, and why you're in my home. You say you're my cat but that's impossible. So.. Who are you and where is my cat?"

He tapped the table with the tip of his finger as his ears twitched, his tail flipping behind him revealing his annoyance beyond his stoic expression. Taking a deep breath he pointed the finger that had been tapping at you as he spoke.

"Listen up you, because I'm going to tell you this once. You're the first human I've revealed myself to so you better listen good! I AM Bakugo. I am a hybrid and have the ability to transform into a cat at will. I was on my own since birth after being separated from my mother. As a kitten I had been picked up from the streets and lived with some extras for a long while until they kicked me out a couple years ago, all because they had a new baby that was clearly more important and god forbid they take care of the pet they've had for years. Shocker."

He leaned back, his eyes trailing away from you as he crossed his arms. His sharp jaw set as he continued, "After I was kicked out I lived on the streets for some time. I was fine on my own and made some friends with some locals… eventually the elements got the better of me and I got sick. Really sick, more so than I ever have been in my life. I couldn't change back, I was stuck in my cat form for the longest time. I attempted so many times to get help, but humans are not always the kindest to strays."

He spit the final words while returning his gaze to yours, his eyes visibly softening as he continued.

"Then you found me and it all… changed."

Listening to his tale you could hear the pain in his voice when he spoke of the family that had abandoned him.

Who would abandon their pet over a child? He could shift between human and a cat?

"So you're really Bakugo?" He nodded, ear twitching as he took another bite of his tofu.

"Originally they called me Katsuki. So I guess I could go by either." You nodded, "So your full name would be Katsuki Bakugo." He shrugged in response, opting to eat his food instead of continuing the conversation.

"So if you really are my cat, why did you chose now to turn back and reveal yourself to me if you never have before?"

He chewed thoughtfully for a few minutes before he set his bowl down once again. "To be honest I didn't have a choice. I had recovered enough finally that my body had apparently returned to the state I could choose my forms again. I woke up just moments before you opened the door and didn't have the time to change back. I only realized my human form when you screamed your head off about stranger danger or some shit."

You snorted as you took your final bite, noticing for the first time the orange and black collar you had gotten him some time ago sitting snuggly around his neck. How had you not noticed that before? "Isn't that tight?" You questioned pointing at your own neck as he eyed you. "A bit, I loosened it earlier."

This guy had to be nuts… right? He cant really be a cat… shifter? Hybrid is that what he called himself? Deciding on a test you crossed your arms while leaning back into your chair. "So if you're really my cat… tell me something that only my cat would know."

He gave the most "Are you serious?" Look as you cocked a brow, clearly proving you were exactly that. He interlocked his fingers and leaned forward with a smirk on his lips.

"You sing, horribly, mind you in the shower." Your jaw dropped, eyebrows lowering to find the audacity this man had. You had perfect pitch!

"You tend to eat sweets in bed, especially a pint of ice cream while watching your favorite show and telling yourself that you'll go for a jog in the morning to work it off… that never happens. You procrastinate your school work until the last minute, dance in the mirror wearing only your underwear when you think no one is looking and last week you dropped a shirt from your laundry basket then picked it up with your toes because you were too lazy to bend over." He finished while sitting back and looking quite smug with himself. You however were unimpressed. "That just sounds like a lot people living alone. Nothing too specific towards me that only my cat would know."

His smirk dropped into a scowl as he searched your face, clearly trying to come up with something only he would know. A slow devious smile crossed his face as he lowered his hands to the table. "Fine, you want to play that game? You have a mole on your left butt cheek, the other day you called me the only man in the world worth a damn and wished I was a real person because you'd marry me. Then that night I yelled at your door until you let me in and you were quick to open your second drawer in the night stand to put away your vi-"

"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH I BELIEVE YOU!" You quickly cut him off while covering your heated face, turning away while burring your face in the neck of the sweater you wore.

"So should I call you fiancé?"

You shot the Cheshire grinning cat a nasty glare as he popped the final piece of chicken into his mouth. You ran your hands vigorously over your face as you took in everything that had occurred in the last few hours. The buzzing of your phone made you jump a bit, you peered at the flashing screen to read the name of your red haired best friend. Swiping your thumb you answered the call as Bakugo watched you closely.

"Hey Kiri what's up?"

Grumbles so low from the cat across from you interrupted before the redhead could even speak. "Fucking mutt." You cocked a brow making a mental note to ask him about that after the phone call when said best friend spoke.

"What's wrong with you?"

Damn him for catching the weariness in your tone of voice.

"Nothing Kirishima, what did you call for?"

"I got your car fixed. I'm going to drop if off shortly okay?"

Bakugo slammed his hands down on the table, making you fumble the phone before slapping your hands together and catching the phone just before it hit the ground. "No!"

Lifting the phone you could hear Kirishima's distant voice asking if you were okay. Putting the phone back to your ear you shot the cat eared man a confused glance and he shook his head quickly, ears flopping back and forth.

"Sorry, dropped my phone. Cat startled me."

He chuckled a bit "Was that a guy I heard? If you have someone over you could just say that."

Your jaw about hit the floor as you backpedaled. "No! No guy, Bakugo just scared me!" It really wasn't a lie…

"It's okay, you need this after our stressful week at school. I'll bring it by tomorrow. You kids have fun!" The redhead disconnected the call after his sing song tone and you stared at your home screen in disbelief.

This day was so fucked.

"The fuck is your problem?" You snapped, eyes finding the messy haired blonde who shrugged. He picked at his teeth with one of his longer nails, "My house, no dogs allowed."

Taking a deep breath you pinched the bridge of your nose. "First, I'm pretty sure this is my place since I pay all the bills. Secondly, you keep mentioning "Dog" "Mutt" and even pouted when Kirishima called…. Why?"

His ears flattened to his head and his nose wrinkled in disgust. "I do not pout!"

You cocked a brow as he scoffed, "Because Kirishima is a mutt."

You hopped from your chair, marching over and stuck your finger in his face. He looked up at you while searching for your audacity. "That's my best friend. You watch what you say!"

His crimson eyes visibly rolled so hard you thought they were going to pop out of his head. "I'm not saying anything bad about him, it's the truth. He is a mutt. A Dog… He's a Hybrid."

Your eyes widened like saucers, searching his unimpressed expression as you sat in the chair beside him. "He's… a dog hybrid? I've never seen him with a tail or ears like you!" He nodded, standing to pick up the bowls and place them in the sink.

He turned to face you and with his hands on his hips, you observed as his ears flattened against his head to blend with messy hair. The tail that had been flipping behind him slowly became shorter by the second until it was gone and Bakugo stood looking as human as any other person.

"Holy shit you can do that!" You gasped and he snorted.

"Of course I can do that! Why do you think Hybrids are unknown? We can blend among the humans? I chose to be in my cat form because I was "owned" by someone and thought they loved me. I spent a few years on my own, met Kirishima and some of his rowdy idot friends who wouldn't leave me alone! We fell off after an argument about blending in and you know the rest…"

He shook his head and the soft looking ears reappeared along with his tail. Crossing to the living space he stretched out over his normal space on the couch, eyes closing lazily without a care. You now found yourself in the messy kitchen he had caused, looking around at the many items he had just left laying while he now lay himself on the couch. You grit your teeth as he laid there without a single worry as if he paid the bills in the house.

Tip toeing over pans and bowls you found yourself behind the couch after snatching something from the nearby table, his ear twitching in acknowledgement to your presence. You leaned over and asked in your sweetest voice.

"Bakugo, can you please clean up your mess in the kitchen?" He cracked one eye to give you a once over before it closed again with a "No."

You cocked a brow before standing to your full height and raised the bane of your cat's exsistence. The first shot hit him in the face and both ears immediately flatted against his head, eyes flying open as he reared back into the couch.

"What the hell?" He snarled while baring his elongated canines, you simply smiled and asked again. "Mess? Kitchen?"

He huffed while crossing his arms, "Your house, you clean it up!" Your eye twitched as the most sickening grin crossed your features, panic crossing his own when you raised the object once again earning a loud hiss from his throat.

"Last warning or you get the spray bottle Bakugo!" His eyes narrowed into slits as he leaned forward.

"You wouldn't dare!"

A chuckle of defiance left you, fingers squeezing in rapid sucession as the water slapped him in the face at least twice before he rolled for cover off the couch.

"ALRIGHT STOP! I'LL CLEAN UP THE FUCKING MESS!" You held the bottle threateningly as he let out a low growl in warning.

"Good boy."

HIs face heated and tail began flicking excitedly, his long fingers gripping it behind his back to hide his joy. He couldn't let you hold something over his head like that!

With grumbles and glances to make sure you were keeping his enemy at bay, he replaced every object he had thrown to the ground after washing them thoroughly. Satisfied you smiled as he dropped into the spot beside you on the couch, leaning back into the backrest with a large pout on his handsome face.

"Aw somebody upsetti spagetti?"

He rolled his eyes and ducked your hand when you attempted to tussle his hair. A snicker left your lips while you returned your attention back to your favorite show. Silence fell between the two of you, legs curling up underneath you to be more comfortable as the next episode's theme began to play. It took another one until a large weight suddenly fell into your lap and you let out a choice word with your breath.

You found Bakugo resting his head against your legs, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as if this was the largest inconvenience in the world. Testing the waters your reached out slowly and brushed the tips of your fingers against his ears, they twitched for a brief moment before pressing into your hand. Brave now you thread your fingers through the soft locks of the messy haired hybrid, his eyebrows every so slowly releasing the tension. Your gaze explored the details of his handsome face while you continued to pet his hair.

He had the sharpest jaw you had ever seen, equally straight nose and flawless skin that was so soft as you ran your fingers from his hair down along his jaw. A rattle emanated from his chest just as those vibrant crimson eyes became visible once again, watching you with interest. You shot him a soft affectionate smile just as he raised his hand to catch your wrist. You could definitely get used to this. He brought the hand closer to him, taking a deep inhale.

"You still stink."

He hit the floor with a thump, landing on his hands and knees. "The fuck?" Snarling he bared his teeth as you huffed.

"Do not make me get the spray bottle."

He rolled his eyes and returned to the couch. He lifted your arms to your protests and threw them over his shoulders. Your face heated as he leaned forward and wrapped his thick arms around your waist. You yelped as he constricted them and pulled you into his lap snuggly, your face burring into his chest. You blinked rapidly as the low rattle of his purring began again, he lowered his face against your hair to rub back and forth for a few minutes before he finally just sat there holding you. His grip tightened around your waist as he buried his face into your shoulder.

"Thank you."

You tensed at his whisper, sliding your head up to look at him. "For what?" You asked in an equally hushed tone.

"For taking care of me. Returning me back to… me."

You leaned back when he loosened the grip around your waist, the expression on his face somber as he gazed at you. Offering him a soft smile you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tightly.

"You're welcome Katsuki."

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The second Josie sees Renfield, she cries out in relief and pulls him close to her chest, peppering his fat head with kisses. "Thank you, Kaz. [I was so worried]." Now that she's got her cat back, Josie can focus on other concerns. Her gaze drifts over to the circle of light where a valiant effort to get a modicum of work done after all the chaos.

"Josie...?" I warn, but there's not much heart behind it. After nearly losing Renfield, it's hard not to want to give her something nice. Maybe she could at least say hello. I look over my shoulder and sigh. "Be cool. Okay?"

"So cool. I'm very cool."

"I believe you." I don't believe her.

"Do you...?"

She pauses, looking down at Renfield in her arms. He's happy as can be, face buried in the crook of her elbow. I know Josie wants to take him to the vet to get looked at, and she'd be right to, but the risk of missing out on meeting the archivists. It's such a small thing, but I can still see it weighing on her.

I don't want to make her make a hard decision, not after tonight. "Listen, come by tomorrow. They're probably going to be pissed at me in the daylight and want to talk to Mr. Ngo about things. Might as well have you stop by too. Yeah?"

She hesitates before nodding, and despite her exhaustion, there's a distinct glimmer in her eye. "Sounds good."

"Let me know what the vet says?"

"Will do." Josie looks down at Renfield and sighs. "Thank you, Kaz."

"Sure thing. I'm glad we found him."

Josie heads off, and I turn back to the team, plastering my best customer service smile on my face, and get ready to grovel once more.

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[Kaz checks in with josie in the mormning, renfield is fine and seems healthier than he was in his last visit which is wild. But he's behaving oddly, hiding under tables, and refusing to be pet. So she's gonna keep an eye on him and keep in touch with the vet.

She also talks with the haunted archivists, gets permission to use the video with the cat in it, etc. she gets a selfie with them and ts delightful.]

Josie looks like she barely slept, but the fear and tension is mostly gone from her shoulders.

"Good news, then?" I ask, and she makes a face. I try again: "Bad...news?"

"Weird news."

"Tell me."

Josie pulled out her phone in search of the after-visit summary. "The vet says he's in perfect health."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?"

"As in, perfect health. No bladder infections, no kitty arthritis. Nothing. Even his breathing seem to be doing better."

"Definitely weird news, then." Renfield was a smush - faced cat. He'd been examined back when Josie first took him in the day she found him in the trash, and the vet said he'd likely suffer some issues in his old age. Sure enough, he'd slowly started to huff and sneeze and wheeze a bit as the years went by, though it was a mix of issues that lead to him being less active and more determined to fall asleep in your lap and drool on your pant leg.

"So..."

"I don't know. I scheduled a follow up at the end of the week with his usual vet, and we'll see. But here, look. See? He's totally fine." She flipped the phone around to show me a video of Renfield noisily chowing down on his breakfast.

"Aww, look at him." I cooed. "A little scrungus man."

"Be nice," Josie whined, even as she moved on to the next video of him scratching at his cat tree.

"An old scrunkly bungus."

"No, he's a sweet baby!"

I fully intended to continue insulting her stinky baby boy but the front door swung open again. "Hang on just a second," I said to Josie, then leaned back in the chair to call out the office door, "I'll be with you in a second!"

A familiar voice answered, "No need."

Ah. The Archivists were back. I felt my whole body cringe, hoping against hope they hadn't reported last night's chaos to Mr. Ngo. A quick glance to Josie told me that she matched my dread with her own levels of excitement. "Be cool," I hissed.

"So cool." She nodded aggressively.

Neither of us were capable of being cool. I was fully prepared for another round of groveling and apologizing until Lourdes poked her head in the door with the biggest smile on her face.

"Morning!" She chirped, and waltzed in, followed by Mick and Maddie. I would have questioned their energy levels after last night were they not all sporting cups of coffee from a local cafe. I had similarly loaded up on caffeine before work and had a backup cup ready to go under the office's coffee machine.

"Morning...?"

"Sup." Josie crossed her arms and leaned against the desk, which would have been perfectly casually if she also wasn't visibly restraining herself from fangirling over both Archivists and their manager standing less than five feet away. She does not miss the dubious glance I shoot her way, but manages to say nothing.

"So the three of us were talking last night," Maddie begins, glancing down at notes on her phone.

"Look, I'm sorry. I swear that one wasn't planned. Josie's cat never runs like that, and he--"

"We'd like to use it in the video."

"What?"

Maddie gives me a look that seems to say keep up, we're talking business here! "It's great content. The team's in the middle of a successful [seance? what's the word] and in comes a cat. I think the audience would be disappointed if we don't do a little Q&A with him, too. You know, just as a little bonus."

I glanced to the side. Josie's practically steaming with the effort of keeping her calm. Frankly, I'm more than a little impressed. "I mean, you'd have to ask his owner, right?"

"Of course, yeah," Maddie says, and the team nods in agreement.

"No, I mean... the owner...?" I gesture to Josie.

She waves.

"Oh -- oh, hey, cool! Hi, I'm Maddie." She reached out to shake Josie's hand, and gestured to the other two. "I don't know if you know us...? This --"

"Mick and Lourdes, Haunted Archivists. I know you guys. Um -- that is, I've seen your show, and --"

I kick Josie lightly, and she clears her throat, getting a hold of herself.

"Yep, yeah. So cool. Um, yeah, that was my cat Renfield that you... want to use in the video, apparently?"

[They greet Josie and talk and of course she's excited.]

She talks about some of the local legends, and points them in the direction of the librarian

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We return to Elhan, who has been patiently waiting for us at the exit from the Underdark for us to bring back the Lanthorn. The battle has waned, and all that remains is the devastation left behind from the elves' clash with the drow from below.

"You return." Elhan's deep voice rumbles with the distracted tone of a general whose mind is consumed by strategy. Caden's safety is an afterthought - the Lanthorn is what matters. And "All has been relatively quiet here. I believe the drow were mostly satisfied with the destruction of our temple. They have made no further serious advancement. Yet."

Wordlessly Caden lifts the heavy black relic in one hand, and Elhan's eyes light up in answer. "You have the Lanthorn! It is in the hands of the murderous vampire Bodhi no longer! I feel the tide of this crisis is certainly changing!"

At Caden's side, Rasaad shifts suddenly, his weight settling back on his heels in a motion that Caden knows from long experience means wariness, readiness for battle. Jaheira mutters something inaudible behind him. Caden frowns, draws his hand back a little, not handing the lantern over.

It was almost lost to his attention in the ensuing fear for Aerie, but when Bodhi died, her last words carried accusations at the elves who had sent Caden there. She said that Elhan knew perfectly well who she and Irenicus were - that he was among those who originally punished and exiled them and left them desperate for new souls to extend their lives. And now that Aerie is back at his side, he has time to consider the implications.

"Yes," he says, his voice flat, empty, weary. "And she talked a lot before I killed her. You have been withholding information."

Elhan's head snaps back, and his eyes flash with sudden irritation. "Anything said by her or the Exile, Irenicus, must be treated as suspect! You would do well not to repeat their tales to those that do not need to know them!"

Yet another powerful force trying to use him as a pawn. He is so tired of it.

Something of the blankness drops from Caden's eyes for a moment, and anger flares him into something like life. "Damn it, Elhan," he snaps. "I'm not lifting a finger until I know what is going on!"

Elhan scowls - but Caden's anger has cowed something in him, and he looks away, not meeting the younger man's eyes. "No, this is... this is not for you to know," he mutters. A pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft, and Caden hears something of his own weariness reflected in it. "I can't tell you, Caden. It is not my place to do so. The Exiles, this Irenicus and Bodhi, are criminals. Their crime was great, their punishment greater."

He sounds sincere. And yet, if that were true, why is he so reticent to speak of it. "And so he has returned for some sort of revenge. I fail to see the great shame in this," Caden says slowly.

Elhan hesitates, then shakes his head. "You do not understand," he mutters hoarsely. "And I am not prepared to make you. If you wish to know more, you'll have to talk to one of those involved." He sideways at the other soldiers next to him, then back at Caden. "Demin, the high priestess. She will tell you. We will have to breach the city to find her. Fortunately, my sages have instructed me in the use of the Lanthorn."

He holds out his hand, gesturing at the lantern in Caden's grip. "We must go, but most of my elves must remain to hold the drow. We must not be struggling on two fronts when we face what is in the city." His eyes search Caden's blank, exhausted expression. There is a hint of sympathy, just for a moment, in the glance.

Were his city not on the line, perhaps he might be able to spare more thought for the fear and struggle that his new ally is going through. But his first concern, clearly, is for that lost city and what havoc Irenicus might be wreaking within it. "Follow, Caden. We must let the Lanthorn lead us to Suldanessellar. I can only hope that the Exile will have left us a city to find."

[hinatastinygiant]

19 | Navigating the Unknown

Pairing: Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Until the End Masterlist

The next thing you know you're waking up, your surroundings still cloaked in darkness. With a sense of urgency, you call out for Todoroki, but there's no response. Your voice echoes through the confined space, meeting only silence.

Just as you start to feel a surge of panic rising within you, Mei's voice crackles over the Bluetooth connection. "Y/N, can you hear me? The boys are busy digging. It's past three o'clock, and they've been working tirelessly to get you out. I'm surprised you're up."

Relief washes over you as you realize that they haven't abandoned you. Grateful for their help and hard work, you ask Mei how she's still awake at this hour.

A faint chuckle escapes Mei's lips. "Caffeine is a girl's best friend, Y/N. But enough about that. I've figured out a way to get you out of there. Just hold on a little longer."

The sound of digging and scraping echoes in the distance, reassuring you that the team is hard at work. 

"So what is your plan anyway?" you ask, your voice filled with hope.

Mei's voice comes through the Bluetooth, brimming with confidence. "I've managed to secure a whole bunch of tools and get them to your team. We're going to create a narrow tunnel to reach you. It might take some time, but we won't stop until we get you out, Y/N. Just stay strong."

Hours pass, and the sound of digging and scraping persists, growing louder as dawn approaches. It's around seven am when you notice the tremors in the ground grow louder- closer- indicating that the team is nearby. Fueled by determination, you join in the effort, using your hands to dig desperately.

As your fingers plunge into the earth, a surge of emotion overwhelms you. It feels like an eternity, but finally, your hand reaches down into the hole and grasps Todoroki's. At that moment, a surge of emotion overwhelms you, and tears begin to stream down your face.

"You made it," you cry out to them.

"You're doing so well, Y/N," Todoroki's voice calls out to you reassuringly. "Just a few more minutes and we'll have you out of there."

Just as Todoroki says, the group uses the rest of their strength to widen the opening, allowing enough space for a person to crawl through. The team then makes their way through to you, pulling you into a group hug. You can hear their collective sigh of relief as their tools drop to the ground. 

Mei's voice crackles through the Bluetooth, tears evident in her words. "I wish I could give you a hug, Y/N. I'm so glad you're safe."

After that, your group takes a well-deserved break, sitting down to rest in the mostly pitch-black tunnel. You sit beside Todoroki, leaning your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. 

As the day goes on, Bakugou approaches you, his tone laced with determination. "Time to get back to work. You think you can handle it?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

A small smile forms on your lips. "Of course, Bakugou. I'm ready."

The team then resumes their digging with your added help this time, the shared goal to get them further down the tunnel. Hours melt together as you work relentlessly to clear the blockage and reach the other side. Finally, just as your eyes begin to start closing on their own, a sense of accomplishment washes over the team. The pathway is now clear.

Exhausted yet content with your job well done, your group finds a spot to sit, your bodies craving rest after the hard task you just spent all day doing. Bakugou places his flashlight in the center, its beam casting a warm glow upwards, creating something like a campfire ambiance. Sero's face then lights up with a mischievous grin, drawing curious glances from Midoriya and the rest of the group.

"What are you making that face for, Sero?" Midoriya asks, his curiosity piqued.

Sero's grin widens, and he reveals a bottle he had somehow managed to steal from Iida. Mei gasps audibly through your earpiece. The distant sound of Iida's voice filters through the Bluetooth connection, his inquiries evident. However, Mei quickly steps in, her voice filled with playful mischief as she covers for Sero, "Oh, Ida! It's, uh, nothing!"

Unbothered, Sero pops the bottle open, taking a bold sip, relishing the moment. "You all have such serious looks on your faces. Relax, Ida won't even know it's gone. Besides, we could all use a little something to celebrate."

"I never thought I'd see the day when Sero becomes our resident thief," Bakugou shakes his head.

Sero rolls his eyes and passes the bottle of Midoriya who hesitates for a moment before joining in the impromptu gathering. The bottle continues to make its rounds, each member taking a sip, the liquid offering a brief break from the challenges you've all faced.

Amidst the shared sips and the silence, Sero leans in, his voice soft yet honest. "You know, before I met all of you, my life was pretty different. I was always looking for something meaningful to do with my life, but I didn't know what until I found this group. I really owe it to each of you for giving me a sense of purpose. I'm grateful to have all of you in my life."

You listen intently, captivated by Sero's words, the warmth of his sentiment spreading through the group. But it's Mei who speaks up first. You didn't know she was still listening, but whatever. "Sero, we feel the same way about you. You are definitely an important part of our team. We're stronger with you, and I can't imagine how we'd be able to do any of this without you."

As you glance around, you catch Bakugou rolling his eyes, seemingly unaffected by the sentiment. But then it's Todoroki who breaks the silence, his voice filled with genuine sincerity.

"I agree with Mei. Sero, you've been an invaluable asset to our team. Your support and ingenuity have made a real difference. We're grateful to have you by our side."

Sero's eyes widen with surprise and a flicker of emotion, his usual playful demeanor momentarily replaced by a sense of gratitude. The acknowledgment from his teammates carries weight, reminding him of the impact he truly has made.

Until the End Masterlist

[unityblair]

Crown of Heartbreak - Michael Langdon Oneshot

Summary: MC worries about her husband and voices her concerns. Mostly anger and tension.

Pairings: Michael Langdon (American Horror Story: Apocalypse) x Unnamed MC

Word count: 1215

Warnings: Pretty much none, just swearing.

I never thought I’d get used to living in the Sanctuary that fast. I spent two months decorating our apartment, wondering if it’ll make Michael happy. He seemed exhausted as of late. I knew he was burdened with being herald of the apocalypse, that was something no one would have taken lightly.

We talked about it sometimes, but that was before the bombs exploaded and nothing was set in stone then. We were just kids wandering the world, searching for happily ever after in the already decaying world.

Ever since we arrived in the Sanctuary he seemed nervous and distant. He started disappearing and spending time alone, or with Miss Mead whom I barely trusted. This god damned bitch was a robot and yet he still craved her presence more than mine. That morning I felt like I’m drowning in the bitterness of the coffee in my mouth. The taste expanded without a warning leaving my face ripple.

“Morning?”

I looked up to see Michael leaning against the kitchen counter, his ocean blue eyes piercing my train of thought.

“Morning…”

“You’re in doubt,” he whispered in surprise. I knew this must’ve broken his heart a little more, but I was so miserable that I almost gave a fuck. “Why’s that, honey?”

“I feel you, but hardly ever see you” I closed my eyes praying that this time he’ll finally listen and not shut me out.

“You know I’m busy creating the world for us” He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair. I desperately wanted to touch him, but I knew that if I’d do it now, then this conversation would be over. It always was. He didn’t like to speak honestly while we fucked.

‘’We can fuck about it later if u want because we never fix the problems that we got, Michael”

‘’You must've forgotten that I'm not made for fixing. ``The last word came out sounding almost like a hiss.

“Yeah, you’re almighty” I scoffed ‘’You’re using your roots as an excuse to leave you be and I’m not quite done with you yet”

‘’Why would you care?” he looked at me, his stare holding me in place.

‘’You’re such a nepo baby” I grinned at him, holding my dagger up, ready to strike.

‘’And you are a witch. I swore to destroy all of you”

‘’I’m kinda glad you’re a son of the lord of lies, Mr Langdon”

‘’And you’re the collateral damage of the original sin, Mrs Langdon.”

My heart skipped a beat. I hated him with my whole being and I was convinced of that… until he spoke those two words. They held the magnitude of a thousand hurricanes and earthquakes.

"Michael please talk to me.” I finally spoke, letting the knife fall to the floor.

The whole room fell dark, all the candles stopped burning at the sudden lack of power balance. I let go of my powers, letting him know I didn’t come there to fight.

"I’m leaving for Outpost 3 in two hours.” He sighed.

“I feel something bad is gonna happen”

“You don’t believe in me, aren’t you?”

“Don’t accuse me of such blasphemy, Michael” I sneered. He knew I loved him and would never leave him, but I wasn’t ever worshiping the ground he was walking on - I treated him as an equal. I got loads of shit for that from the church of satan while we were dating. It got pretty bad until Michael and I tied the knot. It wasn’t something we talked much about, it just happened because he had a weakness for a witch. And I had always loved the baddest ones.

Sensing my thoughts, he smirked. It took him two seconds to swiftly cross the space between us and lean down to take the mug from my hands projecting it onto the counter.

“Pet, listen” He got my chin in between his fingers “You need to stop holding on to heartache. You wear it like a crown on your head”

“Stop patronizing me” I clenched my teeth, his hot hand almost unpleasantly burning into my skin. He seemed on the edge of keeping control.

“You know me, I’d never leave you”

“Yet, you leave me everyday…” I leaned into his threatening touch. I wasn’t scared of dying, I wanted him to kill me before I’d have to live without him.

“It is nothing in the scale of forever” he responded with a short laugh. He was nervous. I made him that way. “Didn’t I show you patience?”

“You told me your plans, but you can never teach me” I shook him off. “If you want to go, do it now”

I got up, warming up my neck to get rid of the stillness he left with his touch.

“I thought you understood me” he said, probably shattered at the thought of me leaving after all we’ve been through.

“I’m done standing by, you know that. I’d rather realm the land consumed with nuclear winter, than watch you gaslighting me ”

He stepped back, as if I slapped him in the face.

“You should’ve stabbed me when you had the chance” His eyes looked down to the floor, gazing at the silver knife shimmering against black marble tiles.

“Why won’t you kill me? Then…” I drifted off, walking around his statue. He stood still, not moving, but I could easily tell there were tears in his beautiful eyes. “Now?”

“You’re all I got, You’re all I have” He spoke under his breath. “I’d never hurt you, I know it’s against my nature but for you I can be an angel. That’s why I avoid you. Can’t you see the writing on the wall?”

“What?” I paused, turning my head to face him.

“I’m in love with you but I can’t be good for long, it’s against my whole being. I married you because I knew I did, not because I try to use you, but sometimes I wanna kill you so bad, because you have me craving you, pacing the corridors at night thinking about your lips and hips and…”

Sensing him shattering I pounced on him, kissing him feverishly.

“I’m going with you, I’m not letting anyone hurt you there” I got his face in my hands, making him look at me. “I love you too much for that”

“I’m not letting the only thing I care about wander into the viper's den” I wanted to respond, but he shut me up with a kiss. His hands creeped under my shirt, gripping my waist, his touch desperate to devour me whole. His eyes filled with adoration, his touch desperate to kill. The dichotomy of the fact struck me to the core.

He tried all this time and I disregarded this for conceit.

“This place needs a Queen, my love” He concluded, leaning his forehead against mine. “And even if I’d really die, I’d die peacefully knowing you’re here”

“Don’t say that…” I whispered, feeling my vision getting blurry. All I saw were his lips moving in an enchanting whisper sending me deeper and deeper into the darkness.

“Promise me you’ll never wear this crown made of heartbreak. Don’t doubt, don’t be scared, I’ll always be with you”

I was doubting he’d come back but I was never scared.

“Pro-promisssse…”

[kxisuke]

Kuroo x Mtf tall shy reader fluff where reader comes home exhausted because of work and Tetsuro wants to comfort the reader by giving reader a bath, pecks and kisses and cuddles ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹

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—a/n. awe this request is so sweet!!! sorry for the long wait fluff cloud, and i hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day! ♡ (also, I wasn’t really sure how to write this in a way that included a mtf reader because I’ve never done it before but I tried my best so I hope it’s okay. I mostly write my fluff fics using a gender neutral reader :) feel free to leave me a message in my ask box if I missed something or how I can be more inclusive :3)

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“I’m home...” your tired voice echoes through the silent house, and you can hear a faint bustling from the bedroom. Placing your bags down at the door you let out a heavy breath.

Your heart ached and all you wanted was to be held by your loving boyfriend.

“How was work today, babe?” Kuroo peeks his head around the corner, moving forward to pick up your bags. He immediately notices your slouched posture and heavy-lidded eyes, swiftly hanging your bags and pulling you to his chest. 

“Hey, hey... did something happen today?” You shake your head at his comment, but he continues to look at you with concern. 

“No, I'm just really tired for some reason, that’s all.” He doesn’t hesitate to tug on your arm, guiding you gently towards the bedroom.

“Well lucky for you, I went out to the store today and bought some epsom salts since I know you like them so much. They're in your favorite scent too. I thought we could use them eventually, but it seems that time is sooner than later.” The smallest of smiles appears on your face, and you nod. 

“I would really like that. Thank you.” 

“No worries, my love. I’ll get that started, and can you get changed? It won’t take long.” He rushes off, and you can hear the bathtub running a few seconds later. Slowly getting out of your work clothes, you wrap a soft towel around your body, sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting. Kuroo comes out only moments after you’re ready, and he ushers you into the bathroom.

The light scent in the bathroom immediately begins to calm you and Kuroo respectfully takes your towel, helping you into the tub. He tries not to let his eyes linger for too long on your form, reminding himself that’s it’s your day to rest. Sinking into the warm water, you let a sigh escape your lips at the feeling, your skin tingling and muscles relaxing. 

“Is that warm enough for you?” 

“Mhm. It’s perfect.” You close your eyes, resting your head on the back of the tub.

“Okay, I'm gonna go now and give you some time to yourself, but-” you interrupt him, reaching out to try and stop him from leaving.

“No, please stay.” You can see the happiness in his eyes and the smile pushing its way onto his lips when you ask him, and he pulls out a stool and plops down next to you, leaning his arms on the side of the tub. You shut your eyes again, simply enjoying his company, and he stays silent, resting his head on his arms, quietly watching you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that, y/n?” He whispers, and you can’t help the blush that appears on your cheeks. You open one of your eyes to look at him, and you catch the sweet smile on his face. You flick a little bit of water in his direction, and he laughs. 

“Awe come on!” He leans over and kisses your forehead before sprinting out of the bathroom as you fling more water his way. You can hear him laughing from behind the door, and you sink down into the warm water, trying to force down the smile tugging at your lips. 

After getting out of the bath, Kuroo has your comfy clothes laid out on the bed, and you can hear him moving around in the kitchen. Coming back into the room, he’s holding two mugs of hot tea.

“Here, babe.” He puts the mugs down before taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. He knows how much you like wearing his clothes, and your heart warms at the gesture. As soon as you pull on the sweater that smells like home, Kuroo showers your face with kissess, pulling you towards the nicely made bed.

“You worked so hard today, love. Let’s just relax for a bit. I made some of your favourite tea and we can watch some tv if you want too.” 

“Thank you, Kuroo. I really appreciate everything.” You kiss him softly on the lips, and you can feel the happiness radiating off of him. 

He sits on the bed and pats his lap, encouraging you to join him. You don’t hesitate for a second, crawling onto the bed and resting in his lap. Because you’re a little taller than him, you stretch out your legs and rest the back of your head against his chest. After he pulls a blanket over the two of you, he hands you your cup of tea, kissing the top of your head. 

“Do you want to watch anything in particular?”

“No, anything is alright. I’m just happy to be with you.” You shut your eyes, resting against his chest and listening to the steady beating of his heart. 

“I love you y/n. So much. I’m so lucky to have you with me.”

“I love you too, Kuroo. Thank you for staying with me.”

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Chapter 17: … Boom

Chapter 16 | Masterlist | Chapter 18 | Words: 1,186

Y/N's POV

I take a deep breath, grounding myself before taking the jump. Taking a second to reflect on my life, on how little I've actually been able to do, and how excited I am at the prospects of what's out there for me.

I think of my brother, and how I just wish things could be normal between us. I'm saddened at how much he resents me. I spent years dreaming of how different things could've been if mom would have just left our father. The three of us would've been a force to be reckoned with.

Thinking of the beautiful redhead who's stolen my heart, and realizing how terrified she probably is right now, and really hoping for both our sakes this isn't the end.

I quickly stop dwelling on what could have been, or could be. I instead focus on shooting out the window with my pistol, and then making sure to run at full speed, exhausting the last of my adrenaline. As I jump out of the window, I hear the bombs detonate, and as I'm flying through the shattered window, I see the building begin to shake.

I launched out pretty far, but the blast from the bomb rises fast, throwing me through the air pretty aggressively. It all happened so fast, I didn't even have time to fully put together what was happening. I did however feel every time my body collided with something, and as my body finally hit the ground I looked up to see tree branches.

That was rough, and now it's feeling like nap time, I'm sure they can find me. I trust my sneaky redheads got this handled. I've done all I can do, so I drift off, slipping into a lifetime of memories.

Wanda's POV

At the sound of the detonation, I can hear Natasha internally screaming. Her fears are so loud, and her pain is immense. You wouldn't know it based on her face, as she's completely stone faced right now.

*Ow*

"She's alive!" I shout, mostly to hear it spoken into existence for myself, but also to see if I can calm Nat down, even a smidge.

"Are you sure? What's even happening Wanda? You haven't said anything worth my while to me. All I've got is half baked commands and unfinished sentences that don't add up."

"Natasha, it was a lot, and I'm not even fully aware of what's happened myself . She's hurt though, and she was hurt far before the bomb, so we need to find her. Open the hatch, I'll fly down and find her. It's not safe enough for a ground search, but I can lift her by my powers when I spot her."

"No, I'm coming." She asserts.

"Nat, you need to trust me! Stay up here and prepare to be ready to patch her up. You're no use to her injured yourself."

"Okay." She replies, her voice appearing calm, but her eyes were swimming with the exact opposite sentiment.

As she opens the hatch, I fly out, and attempt to communicate with Y/N.

*Y/N/N*

*Stevens??*

I can feel her energy, which is good, yet concerning because it's weakening by the minute. My assumption is she's knocked out, and now I'm going to have to work twice as hard to find her.

I'm flying around, doing my best to search for her, but the smoke is far from cleared. I decide to descend into the smoke, and use my powers to illuminate the spaces around me. I was growing increasingly concerned as I wasn't even finding a trace of her.

"Wanda, have you found her?" Nat comes through on the comms not even two minutes into my search

"No." I cough out, realizing that talking isn't ideal in these current smokey conditions.

*Nat, I'm doing my best, I can't talk now. My powers are focused on finding her and the smokes too thick to waste energy trying to speak into it*

*Wands, I'm scared*

*Me too Nat...*

I was already urgent in my efforts to find her, but hearing Nat's broken thoughts pushed me. Nat's not one for vulnerability, I've only ever seen her this worked up over Clint when he ended up shot on a previous mission. Y/N's clearly a major soft spot for her, and I get it, because she's quickly becoming one for me too.

With one massive energy blast I was able to clear the smoke surrounding me for a matter of thirty seconds. I became hyper vigilant of my surroundings, and even then I still wasn't seeing her. I flew forward slightly, and then I saw something reflecting in the light amongst the trees.

I descended even further, finding Y/N, unconscious and battered beyond belief. I ignored the sick feeling in my gut, and moved quickly to check for a pulse, and then I swiftly raised her into the air. I flew us to the quinjet with urgency, because her pulse check was alarmingly low.

Nat's POV

I was stood still in the spot where Wanda left me, completely consumed by a variety of emotions. I was so angry, I never should've let her go off alone, curse me for even suggesting it. I also never should've allowed Steve anywhere near a mission with her, Bucky was right. Tony's tainted him, and has the captain convinced Y/N's evil. Don't get me started on that twat, he better pray she survives because I'm a firm believer in an eye for an eye.

I'm also angry at her, so much so. I can't believe she even asked me to set off a bomb while she's still in the building. She was reckless, and she promised to do her very best to come back to me.

Then, I became increasingly anxious at the thought that I might not get to see her smile at me ever again. Consumed with fear and sadness that this could be the end, when it was barely even the beginning. I'll never again get to hold her close to me and use her as my personal blanket, or bury my face into her and inhale her calming scent. No more late nights watching movies, and eating our weight in take out. No more early morning training sessions where I get to leave her a flustered mess by the end. I'll never get to move through my fears, and finally tell her how I feel. All I want is to just hold her close, whisper I love you's and finally kiss her lips.

My thoughts and feelings are interrupted as I look up to see a cloud of red mist in front of me, then it dissipates to reveal Y/N's disheveled, and unconscious figure being laid out in front of me.

"Oh God..." I shakily whisper out at the sight of my beautiful girl, and the many wounds now littering her body.

"Friday, put the jet in autopilot and fly us straight to Shield Headquarters. Alert them that we have an agent down!" I shout, while locking eyes with an equally fearful Wanda.

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[hotch-stufff]

I Promise to Never Let You Go

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings!: kissing, crying(happy tears), fluff, wedding, Jack being the cutest best man, but literally all fluff. In the flashbacks though. There are mentions of kidnapping, arguing, kissing, but mostly fluff in those too

Description: Yours and Aaron's wedding :)

A/n: I was in the mood to write something fluffy, so I figured why not go with a wedding. I absolutely love writing soft Hotch.

*italics are flashbacks*

-Masterlist-

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Your heart beat out of your chest. 

Your gown fluttered around your feet as you moved forward to wait for him.

You stood hesitantly before the door, you knew he would look amazing. You knew he would be standing there wearing that soft smile.

You pushed open the door and walked to him. He heard you coming and when you reached him you tapped his shoulder. He began turning slowly, and his breath hitched when he looked at you.

A tear filled his eye as he stared at awe at your floor length dress that fit you perfectly. He looked from the soft fabric of your viel to the uncomfortable heels he knew you would ditch the first chance you got.

He looked at your engagement ring, holding your hand in his. His eyes shifted to your lips, the sparkling pink gloss that adorned them. And then finally he looked deep into your eyes.

"You, you are breathtaking." He breathed. His voice was softer than you had ever heard it before. You smiled at him.

"And you, Mr. Hotchner, are so wonderfully handsome." He blushed at your words, he always did when you complimented him. He leaned towards you, pressing his forehead against your own.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, as he cupped your face, rubbing his thumb soothingly against your cheek. You placed your hand on his, and smiled. You were more than ready.

"So ready." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"See you out there." He whispered, pulling away.

First kiss

"Thanks for the ride, Hotch." He looked over at you, smiling softly.

"Of course Y/l/n. Anytime." The car filled with awkward silence as you two sat there. But your eye contact never broke. It didn't even waver. You felt yourself leaning in slightly, but he turned away.

"Goodnight Y/l/n." His voice was hoarse and full of emotion. 

"Um, goodnight Hotch." You unbunckled your seat belt and slid out of the car, shutting the door behind you. 

Why were you filled with such a sense of disappointment? What were you expecting?

He watched you as you walked through your door, and he waited until you turned out the lights.

He should have kissed you. 

But he didn't know how you felt.

He couldn't see you peeking out your window, thinking the same thoughts.

He should have kissed you.

He turned off the car, ran through the yard, stepped on your front porch.

Before he could knock, you turned on the light, and opened the front door.

And he kissed you.

And now that he kissed you, he never wanted to stop.

The guests were waiting, and Aaron stood at the end of the aisle. His son stood next to him, and he glanced up at his dad. 

"Daddy?" Aaron bent down so he could be eye level with his son.

"What's up buddy?" He asked. Smiling at the boys crooked tie in his mini suit.

"Can, can I call Miss Y/n mama now? Cause you guys will be married?" The innocence of his son made Hotch's heart swell.

"Are you sure bud?" He nodded quickly.

"Yeah, mommy will always be mommy. But now I can have a mama too!" He was practically jumping up and down with excitement. 

"Of course Jack. If that's what you want." Hotch smiled before standing back up.

"Thanks daddy!" He wrapped his little arms around Hotch's legs, before standing back in his spot.

Meeting Jack

"Are you sure he will like me?" You asked, nervousness filling your voice. You were meeting Jack for the first time and you were terrified.

"Absolutely. He will love you, I promise." He squeezed your hand as he pulled into his driveway. "Are you ready?"

"I guess." Your voice shook as you stepped out of the car, and walked to Hotch's front door. He unlocked it and walked inside. 

"Hey Jess." He greeted the woman in the kitchen before going off to find his son.

"You must be Y/n!" Jess walks over and introduces herself.

"Yeah, that's me. It's so nice to meet you!" You went to shake her hand, but she quickly brought you into a hug.

"Jack is so excited to meet you." She says, which calms you immensely. 

"Really?" She nodded, and smiled softly at you. You were both quiet for a few moments before she spoke up again. "Thank you." You look at her confused. 

"What for?" You weren't expecting her next words.

"I haven't seen him this happy in a long time. So just, thank you." You smiled and looked down. Before you could say anything else, a little boy, the spitting image of Hotch, stood in the doorway. You looked over and walked towards the boy.

"Hi Jack. I'm Y/n." He squinted at you and looked you up and down. You began to grow nervous as your boyfriend walked up behind his son.

"Jack?" He asked, worried his son was upset.

"Spiderman or Batman?" He asked, still squinting. You held back a smile and a serious look adorned your face.

"Spiderman obviously." You say and Jack is quick to smile.

"Me too! I love Spiderman." Jack walked forward and grabbed your hand, going on and on about all his Spiderman toys as he led you to his toy room. Hotch smiled as he watched you, and his heart was overfilled with joy.

"Don't let her go Aaron." Jess whispers once Jack drags you out of earshot.

He just smiled and shook his head.

"I don't plan on it." And he walks back the hall to join you two.

The music starts and the people grow quiet. 

The doors open slowly, and the flower girl, one of your nieces, begins making her way down the aisle. Behind her is Henry, carrying the rings.

Hotch takes a deep breath before the bridesmaids begin emerging.

Each one wearing a different dress in the same color. Emily, and then Penelope, and then Jj.

The music changes and Hotch's heart stops.

He may have already seen you, but you look even more beautiful as you walk down the aisle. Your father holds on to your arm, whispering how happy for you he is the whole way.

But you can't take your eyes off of Aaron.

This was it.

You reach the end of the aisle, and your dad kisses your cheek gently.

He turned to Aaron.

"If you ever hurt her, I'll kill you." He threatened, an edge of humor in his voice.

"Yes sir. But I promise you, I won't ever hurt her." Was Aaron's response and you fell a little more in love with him.

You turned towards him, and he mouthed an i love you before the priest began speaking.

"We are gathered here today…"

First 'I love you'

His heart was bursting from his chest as he looked at the fear in your eyes. He wanted to look away. Because the fear scared him beyond believe, but he couldn't. Because if he looked away, he would see the gun pointed at your head, and the arm wrapped around your throat.

"Please." You begged. It had been 3 days since your disappearance. 3 long, insufferable days. 

They had finally found you, but this unsub was not giving in that easily.

"Shut up." He growled in your ear and you whimpered as his hold on your throat tightened.

"Just let her go." Aaron tried talking him down. "We don't want to hurt you, we just need you to let her go." He thought he was convincing, he thought he had you in his grasp.

But the unsub surprised everyone by turning his gun on Hotch. He waited a minute and then shot him. He fell back and hit the ground hard.

"No!" Your broken scream ripped through the air as the unsub released you. Derek shot him and you scrambled over to Aaron.

"Aaron, Aaron are you okay? Where is it?" You searched desperately for the wound, but didn't find one. You finally found the point of impact and it was just on his vest. You sighed in relief and your body sagged.

"It hit my vest. It just, knocked the wind out of me." He muttered, breathing heavily on the ground. He slowly stood up and you did as well. Before you could say anything else, he brought you into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you." Your voice wavered as you began sobbing into his chest. Neither of you had said those words yet, but you supposed it was time. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, and stroked your hair soothingly.

"I love you too sweetheart." He murmured. 

"About time!" Morgan yells across the room, and everyone chuckles.

You giggle softly and stare up at the love of your life.

"Well, I guess the secrets out." He says, his voice void of any sternness and a soft smile resting on his face. 

"Yeah." You muttered softly before lifting on your toes and kissing him desperately. 

"I have been told that the couple have prepared their own vows." The priest's voice booms from beside you. 

"Aaron?" Aaron pulls out his paper from his pocket, and stares deep into your eyes. He takes a deep breath before beginning. 

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, I love you. It took me a long time to realize and an even longer time to say it. But I do, I really love you. More than I have loved in my life. I remember the first time I had realized. We were on the plane and I was exhausted, refusing to sleep though. You stood up, only being on the team for about 4 months, and you walked to the kitchen. You came back with a cup of tea and you stole my file." People chuckled and you smiled at the memory.

"You told me, 'Hotch, if you don't sleep, I will throw you off this plane.' I thought you were kidding, but you had that look in your eyes, that little sparkle that I have come to love. And I just, I couldn't deny you anything. So I fell asleep and I woke up to all of my files being done.

I got home in time to tuck my son in that night. And, and I have never been more grateful for a person in my life Y/n. That was the moment I fell for you.

I fell faster than I have ever fallen in my life. You complete me. You are the missing piece that I have been looking for. And in this dark dark world we live in, you are the light that leads me through the days. I don't know where I would be, had I not met you.

I hope you know how much I love you. And how much my son loves you."

"I love you more than spiderman!" Jack yells from beside his dad and you let out a watery chuckle at his little outburst.

"More than Spiderman? Wow." Hotch responds as he continues, tears appearing in his eyes.

"You are incredible Y/n. And I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. You're it for me. I love you, forever. And I promise to never let you go. For as long as I may live." His voice was so full of emotion by the end of his speech that he had to take a moment to calm down before slipping your ring onto your finger.

"Y/n?" The priest asks you next.

You reach behind you and JJ hands you your vows. You open the paper and try to calm your breathing before you start.

"Aaron Christopher Hotchner, I love you. I feel like I haven't said those words enough. I love you more than anything in this world. You are the most incredible person that I know. You do so much for me and for Jack, and you make me complete.

It took me so long to finally break down those walls of yours, but I am so glad that I did. Because now, now I have the most amazing man in the world. Now I get to spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you.

I still remember the first time we said those words. I don't think I could forget. You scared me so much and I was so worried I would never get this moment with you. 

But we're here, we made it through everything life has thrown at us. And I have no doubt that we will survive everything that life throws at us in the future. I will always be here, I will be here to fill your coffee, to hold you when you need to be held. To put a smile on your face if you need a light. I love you Aaron Hotchner." You stopped and bent down so you were eye level with Jack.

"And Jack, I love you little man. I always will, I promise." He leans forward and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too mama." Your heart just about stops as you stand back up, tears filling your eyes. You look at Aaron and he is no better.

"I love you Aaron, and I promise to never let you go. For as long as I may live." You finish your vows and hold back a sob. You're just so damn happy with this man in front of you.

You slip his ring on his finger, and his hands grip your own as the priest continues. 

First Fight and Moving in Together

"Okay, what about a blue color?" You asked as you scanned the different paint shades. This was more difficult than you both had anticipated.

"What about grey?" He asked.

"Grey? That's too.. gloomy." You giggled at his furrowed brow.

"Gloomy?" His voice grew softer at your giggling. "Alright fine, how about a soft green." He suggested.

"Okay, now we're talking" you reached over and grabbed a grayish green and held it up for him to see. 

"I like it. It will look great with my couch." He says.

"Your couch? I thought we were keeping my couch?" You two really needed to sort out all the details. He had recently asked you to move in with him, and you were trying to pick out a paint color for the living room. 

"No, we are keeping your side table, not your couch." He muttered. 

"Fine, fine. But we are keeping my shelf right?" He looks bewildered for a moment.

"Where would we put it?" He asks. Honestly this was getting kind of frustrating. 

"I don't know. Okay, what about my chair?" He sighed tiredly. 

"Y/n, there isn't any space for it." You shook your head.

"Aaron, you can't expect me to just get rid of all my stuff." You stated. He heard the frustration in your voice, but continued anyway.

"Why not? The stuff in my place is fine." This probably wasn't the best place to have this conversation.

"Because Aaron, then we would just be living with your stuff. It wouldn't be our place, it would still be your place. Besides, my stuff is important to me. I cannot believe you think I should just get rid of all of it" You were beyond frustrated with the man in front of you.

"Sweetheart-" but you cut him off.

"You know what, it's been a long day, let's just head home." Maybe you were being dramatic, but he can't just expect you to get rid of everything.

The car ride was silent the entire way back to his house. Only when you pulled into the driveway did you realize it wasn't his house at all, it was yours.

"What are we doing here?" You asked.

"Lets go pick out some stuff for the house okay? For our house. I'm sure we can compromise on a few things. Your couch can even go into my office." He was trying really hard and you felt bad for being so stupid and dramatic. 

"I'm sorry. Thank you Aaron." You leaned over the console and kissed him. 

"I'm sorry too sweetheart. I love you." He whispered against your mouth. You pulled back to admire him.

"I love you too."

"Do you, Aaron Hotchner, take Y/n Y/l/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?" Aaron squeezed your hands and looked deep into your eyes.

"I do." He spoke softly.

"And do you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Aaron Hotchner to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do." A tear slipped down your cheek as your face began to ache from smiling so much.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Aaron cupped your cheeks before bringing you in for the best kiss you had ever shared.

He moved his hands down to your waist before picking you up and spinning you. You giggled as he went to set you down but instead slipped his arm under your legs and carried you out of the reception. You laughed as you guests cheered.

"That was a bit of a dramatic exit Mr. Hotchner." You say, teasing him.

"Only the most dramatic for you, Mrs. Hotchner." You smiled at the name.

"I love you." You murmured.

"I love you too sweetheart." And his lips found yours once again.

Proposal

"Seriously Aaron, where are we going?" You giggled as he dragged you further down the path. He had been increasingly suspicious the last few days. You weren't entirely sure what was going on, but the goofy smile he was wearing right now distracted you from your thoughts.

"My god woman, you are so impatient." He laughed and walked a little further past an opening in the branches. "We're here." He shoved you forward slightly and you gasped at the bueaty of the scene.

The view from the top of the mountain was breathtaking. But to add to it all, the white ros petals spread across the ground made it that much more beautiful.

"Aaron what is all this?" You asked, spinning around to see him. Your voice caught in your throat and you gasped once again.

He was down on one knee, as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

"Aaron…" your voice was quiet as you stepped towards him. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring with silver swirls surrounding it. 

"Y/n, I love more than words can express. You make me unbelievably happy, and I can't imagine my life without you." You couldn't contain your tears as he continued, taking your hand in his own. "Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and marry me?" His voice was so full of emotion and you nodded.

"Yes, yes of course I will." He stood in front of you and slipped the ring on your finger before bringing you into a desperate kiss.

"I love you so much Aaron." You said once he pulled away. He gently moved a piece of your hair behind your ear before softly kissing you again.

"I love you too. So damn much." He murmured back against your lips.

"It's time for the official first dance of Mr. And Mrs. Hotchner." Rossi announced as everyone cleared the dance floor. You both made your way over and you smiled up at your husband. 

The soft melody of Amazed plays over the speakers as he takes your hand. 

He spins you and brings you close, before settling his hand on your waist and the other holding your hand tightly in his own.

He begins to spin you around the dance floor as he sings the words softly to you.

"I'm so in love with you." You smile at the man in front of you. "I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever." He sings the words in your ear and you rock back and forth. He pulls you impossibly closer and pulls his head back only to lean in and kiss you. 

"Baby. I'm amazed by you." He whispers as the song dies out. Everyone begins clapping as you admire his beautiful face.

"You, you are amazing, my love." Your voice breaks slightly at the emotional situation. 

He smiles one of those breathtaking smiles.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and Jack. A family." He murmurs into your hair as he pulls you close again.

"Me too." You pause, unsure if this is the right time to tell him. "But, we may have to add someone to that list." You say. He looks confused for a moment before the realization crosses his face. 

"You're…?" He trails off and you nodded, another smile making its way to your face. 

"Honey, thats, thats…" he can't even finish the sentence, he just pulls you in for another kiss.

"God, I'm so in love with you." He says.

"I love you too Aaron." And you continued your dance, even happier than before.

<3 <3 <3

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Forget Me Not: Part 1

Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Kōtarō, Oikawa Tōru, Kuroo Tetsurō - Haikyuu

Synopsis: five years after graduating high school, you're invited to Kiyoko and Tanaka's wedding and find yourself back in Japan. Surrounded by your old classmates and volleyball buddies once again, not only are old friendships rekindled, but old feelings start to resurface as well. Did five years change you and your friends too much, or did it change you all just enough?

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Next → Part 2

Being back in Japan filled you with a familiar, comforting feeling that spread throughout your entire body. The country where you had lived most of your life and been educated from kindergarten to high school in brought back childhood memories that you had not thought about in nearly five years.

And now, here you were, attending the wedding of one of your best friends, whom you hadn't seen in way too long, and surrounded by people who shaped your elementary and teenage years.

It wasn't until the reception that you got to actually catch up with your childhood friends, but the ceremony had certainly gotten you thinking. With the beautiful decorations strewn all over the venue and Kiyoko's breathtaking dress—and the way Tanaka teared up after seeing his future wife coming down the aisle—you had begun to wonder, as one who is still single would, if that would ever be you; all dressed to the nines and ready to devote the rest of your life to one person.

The fact that you were deep in thought must have been visible on your face because it wasn't long after that Kiyoko made her way over, gently placing her hand on your shoulder and asking if you were all right.

Startled out of your internal dilemma, you assured her that you were fine and just caught up with your own thoughts. "Sorry," you apologized with a lighthearted chuckle. "I didn't mean to make you worry about me at your wedding."

Taking a seat beside you at the rather empty guest table—more than happy to get off of her feet after Tanaka had been swinging her around the dance floor for hours—Kiyoko sighed contently and brushed off your concern. "Oh, please, make up something if you must." Kiyoko glanced over her shoulder at her new husband, who was currently preoccupied with something Noya was saying to him. "I need a break. If this is any indication of what the rest of my life is going to be like, I'm going to be eternally exhausted."

You laughed, having completely forgotten about what you had been thinking about. "You chose to marry the boy who spent all three years of high school chasing after you and you're surprised that he's over the moon 24/7?" You cocked a brow at her jokingly. "Don't say you weren't warned."

Kiyoko giggled at that and before long you and your best friend were laughing together just like when you were teenagers. It was like nothing had changed; like the two of you had been transported back in time five years.

"In all seriousness though, are you happy?" you asked her as you grabbed for your champagne flute and took a sip. "Because that's all that matters."

A light dusting of pink rose to Kiyoko's cheeks. "I'm ecstatic." She beamed as she looked back at Tanaka again. "I mean . . . that's my husband!"

"Good. I'm happy that you're happy."

Kiyoko nodded in agreement before turning back to you. "So, when is it going to be your turn?"

You thought about asking her what she could possibly be talking about but there was no fooling Kiyoko; she already knew that you knew. Not a week had gone by since you had moved away where she hadn't asked you if you had found yourself a man yet.

You just rolled your eyes. "I would have to be dating someone first in order to start thinking about getting married."

"Okay, so we start at the beginning." Kiyoko started surveying the gorgeous outdoor reception venue as if you didn't already know pretty much everyone who was there.

You scoffed. "I'm sorry, we?"

"You act like I haven't always been invested in your love life." She waved you off, never taking her eyes off of the bustling crowd. "Anyway, back to what I was saying . . . you need someone with a stable career, handsome, and, most importantly, someone that I approve of."

"Yes . . . most importantly." You took another sip of your drink and let your eyes scan the crowd as well, mostly because there wasn't much else for you to do. Eventually, your gaze settled on a table in the back corner where five men sat, engaged in a conversation with one another. It took you a few minutes to make out the face in the dim lighting, but when you did, you were immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia.

There, in a convenient group, as if they had all collectively been waiting for you to spot them, were five of your dearest friends from high school: the captains from the various boys' volleyball teams. Since you had been the captain for the girls' team at one of the rival schools, the six of you had started as acquaintances who bonded over being captains and soon grew into an inseparable friend group. The only person you had been closer to in high school was Kiyoko.

Sawamura Daichi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bokuto Kōtarō, Oikawa Tōru, and Kuroo Tetsurō.

They all looked just like how you remembered and yet you couldn't help but notice from afar the ways that they had matured over the past five years. You had been given a brief chance during the ceremony to say hello to them, and during that brief moment, you weren't ashamed to say you would admit they had all grown into handsome young men (not that any of them had been hard on the eyes in high school by any means.)

"Oh, so we're going for the classic 'high school reunion' trope." Kiyoko's face was suddenly right next to yours, startling you once again. "Which one are you looking at?"

Ripping your eyes away from the group of men who had thankfully not noticed your staring, you shook your head. "It's not like that," you sighed.

"Oh, yeah . . . okay." Kiyoko's tone was dripping with sarcasm. "That's fine, you don't have to choose right now. You could probably have whichever one of them you wanted anyway considering they all had a crush on you in high school."

It had been a big mistake to try and take your final gulp of champagne right then. As soon as you had heard what Kiyoko had said, you jolted in surprise and the alcohol went down the wrong way, causing you to begin coughing and sputtering rather loudly and aggressively.

Of course, that was when the five former captains turned to look at you after hearing the commotion. To be fair, a lot of eyes were on you then as you frantically reached for a napkin to dry the champagne that had spurted out of your mouth and Kiyoko patted your back comfortingly.

"Jesus," you managed to choke out. "Warn someone before you say something like that."

Kiyoko grabbed another napkin and began dabbing at the little wet spot on your dress. "You act like you didn't already know."

"I didn't already know."

Kiyoko looked up at you in shock, her hand ceasing all movement. Thankfully, she had pretty much dried your dress completely by then anyway. "What do you mean you didn't know?" she inquired quizzically, almost like she suspected you of lying.

"What do you mean they all had a crush on me?!" You remembered to lower your voice at the last second to avoid screaming such a personal conversation.

"How could you not have known?!" Kiyoko retorted with another question. "It was so obvious!"

"We were all just friends!"

"Just friends?!" A deep voice from behind you interrupted before you or Kiyoko could say another word. "You aren't talking about us, are you?"

You could pick that voice out of a lineup and consequently, your face turned bright red and you swallowed hard. Had he heard what you and Kiyoko had been talking about? How long had he been standing there?

Turning in your chair, you looked up at Kuroo, who was standing behind your chair, and the four other guys standing behind him; all of whom had apparently made their way over after witnessing your struggle with the champagne.

Before you had the chance to work out a suitable answer and attempt to explain away what you and Kiyoko had been discussing, Kiyoko stood from her chair and offered it to Kuroo, motioning for the group to sit down with you at the same time.

"Well, I'll leave you guys so you can all catch up." She smiled wide, throwing you a quick wink when no one else was looking. "I'm sure Tanaka will start searching for me soon anyway. I can only leave his side for so long before he starts causing chaos."

"Looks like the chaos has already started." Oikawa pointed to the head table where Tanaka was pouring liquor straight down Hinata's throat while Noya and Tendou counted the seconds out loud at the top of their lungs.

"Oh, good God." Kiyoko excused herself without another word, rushing across the room to put an end to her husband's antics. The six of you were left chuckling and watching as she snatched the bottle out of his hand and made quick work of reprimanding the men.

Shaking his head, Daichi sat down across from you while the other men took their seats as well. Having been the team captain of Karasuno and on a volleyball team with Tanaka for two years, he knew all too well what it was like to have to keep him in check constantly. "I will never understand how he suckered her into marrying him," he commented.

"Because love." You shrugged. "It makes you do stupid things."

Just then, a waiter came by and placed a fresh glass of champagne in front of each of you. "Ain't that the truth." Kuroo rose his glass and encouraged everyone else to do the same. "To love and other stupid things."

"To love and other stupid things," the remaining five of you repeated before clinking your glasses together and taking a sip of the bubbly alcohol.

Bokuto, who already seemed a little too tipsy for his own good, downed all of his in one go before scooting his chair closer to yours and throwing an arm over your shoulders. "So, tell us, what have you been up to?!" he chirped happily. "We all missed you when you left, you know."

After assuring Bokuto about four or five times that you had missed him as well, you gave the group of eager listeners the short version of what you had been up to since graduation. You explained your boring job and the fact that you played volleyball as often as you could. They asked about other aspects of your life as well, and when the topic of significant others came up, you shyly admitted that you were, indeed, still single.

"Hey, it's not like any of us can judge you for that," Ushijima told you. "None of us have anyone in our lives either."

Oikawa scoffed. "You make it sound like I'm hopeless."

"You are hopeless," Kuroo laughed. "You spent how many years in Brazil and still couldn't find a girl to date you? You moved to Argentina and still nothing. Doesn't that say anything?"

"Leave it to Oikawa to make it all about him," you commented, mindlessly taunting the setter like you used to do all the time when you were younger.

Your jab earned a few amused chuckles from the others and even Oikawa cracked a smile; and just like that, it was like you were back in high school with five of your closest friends, shooting the shit like you always did.

Before you knew it, the six of you were talking, laughing, and drinking the night away. Even Ushijima, who was usually the quiet one of the group, was participating more than you ever remember him doing so. The awkwardness from the first few minutes of interaction and the burning embarrassment of what Kiyoko had told you had melted away so seamlessly that you didn't even notice; suddenly you just found yourself comfortable and feeling rather at home.

Daichi told you about how his job as a cop was going and even shared a few exciting stories—stories that the others had clearly heard many times before if their bored expressions were any indication.

Kuroo talked about his job at the Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division, which he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying. You were kind of envious of him for managing to stay in the world of volleyball without actually having to keep playing.

Then, of course, Bokuto, Ushijima, and Oikawa discussed what it was like playing for the MSBY Jackals, the Schweiden Alders, and Club Atlético San Juan in Argentina, respectively. Oikawa, much like Daichi had been, was very excited to have someone new to tell his stories to—although his stories were about Argentina and not being a cop.

It made you feel a little sad when you realized just how distant you had grown from your friends and how much of their lives you had missed, but you had to admit that getting to play catch up was extremely entertaining.

After what felt like only twenty minutes or so, but was probably closer to two hours, the reception started winding down and guests started heading home for the night.

Pulled from the happy little bubble the six of you were existing in by the sudden realization that the party had a lot fewer people than you remember, you checked the time and noted that it was rather late.

Daichi, who had been oblivious to the rapidly passing time as well, muttered something about having to work the next day as he reached for his suit jacket that he had draped over the back of his chair at some point and started putting it back on, indicating that he was getting ready to leave.

Bokuto began to pout jokingly and tightened his hold on you, his arm never having left your shoulders the entire time. "You're not going home right away, are you?" he asked you, his wide eyes ready to guilt-trip you into staying longer should he need to. "You're staying in Japan for a while, right?"

"I'll be here for about two weeks or so," you told him, patting his cheek lightly and chuckling when his expression changed on a dime and he smiled wide. "Don't worry, I'm not abandoning you again so soon."

"Then we will have to get together for dinner or drinks or something," Kuroo suggested as he too stood from his seat. "Have you changed your number since high school?"

You shook her head. "Nope, it should be the same one you all have."

"Excellent!" Oikawa cheered. "I've got to head back to Argentina in a week or so as well so we definitely have to get together soon. I have first dibs!"

"Y/N is a person, not the last piece of food," Ushijima huffed. "You can't call dibs."

Oikawa just scoffed. "Sure I can, Toshi. I just did."

"I told you not to call me that."

The two professional volleyball players glared at one another and you wondered how it was possible that they stayed friends for so long, let alone became friends in the first place, considering they were always at each other's throats.

"Okay, you two, don't make me escort one or both of you home in a cop car tonight," Daichi warned. "I'm not in the mood to babysit."

"If I promise to behave, will you promise to use your handcuffs?" Oikawa winked, earning a few hushed chuckles and an obviously disappointed look from Daichi.

"Well, that's my cue to call it a night," Daichi announced as he made his way over to you and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "It was lovely seeing you again. I'll call you and we can do dinner sometime, yeah?"

You smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

With that, Daichi took his leave and the others were soon to follow. Bokuto, who was the last to leave your side, had somehow swindled you into promising to play a volleyball game with him at some point before he bid you goodnight as well and left you to collect your thoughts before catching a cab and heading back to your hotel room.

On your way out, you thanked Kiyoko for inviting you and congratulated her and Tanaka on their marriage. They too insisted on getting together with you once more before you left and you happily agreed, already dreading having to leave your friends again.

As you climbed into your cab that evening, drunker than you had been in a long while and filled to the brim with joyous memories and content feelings after being reunited with so many old friends, you couldn't help but linger on one thought in particular . . .

The fact that all of your former captain friends had grown into handsome men with stable jobs, they were all single, and the startling new discovery that they apparently all had crushes on you in high school.

Did they still feel the same way? Or, more importantly, did you feel the same way?

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Btw here's this

@dirty-brainrot made this and even let me post and edit this work of art. No credit goes to me, it's all Deer and her pretty braincells at their best. Ok I'll shut up

What's New, Pussycat?

Warnings: NSFW. Very not sfw.....sub Weather and dom Reader supremacy. And,,, Catboy Weather..........................

Weather report misses you, your voice, your loving touch, and your smile. Mostly your warmth on his cock.

He rushes into your room, searching for any kind of your clothing he can get his hands on. Rummaging around your items until he saw your shirt in a corner that you wore yesterday. It was dirty, yes, but it had your scent. Your lovely smell that he craved.

Grabbing the piece of clothing, he brought it up to his face to take a whiff of your scent. He groans, eyes droopy as his dick grew harder.

Unable to contain himself, he went to your bed, removing his boxers that restricted his cock in the process. Oh, how badly he needs you now.

Shoving his face into the covers, he took a big sniff, desperately moaning into the soft pillows. His large hands kneading the shirt.

He slips the shirt on the pillow imagining it was you under him, calling him your good boy and telling him how well he was pleasing you.

Hugging the pillow while he began to thrust into it like a dog in heat, he takes another sniff. His eyes roll back into his head as he moans into the pillow, gripping the sheets for dear life.

Quickly, he was already nearing his orgasm just with your scent. He went all in, humping the pillow with your shirt on it as quick as he possibly could. Chanting your name over and over like a mantra and clutching at the sheets until he finally came. Long strings of thick cum splurting everywhere, making a mess of your bed and covers. He collapsed into your sheets, exhausted and shivering. He definitely needed to clean that up soon.

He shivered, suddenly feeling cold from an unknown source of wind. It could just be his post-orgasm... His humping stopped while he tried to regain his breath as he turned his head to look at the door, expecting nothing but he was shocked to see you leaning on the door. Shocked and horrified. A disappointed look graced your face.

Why didn't he hear your steps?! Getting his senses back, he fumbled to hide his shame with his Stand's clouds. The click of your tongue scared him stiff "Naughty boy~ You didn't even wait for me?" As he tried to get off your bed, he was suddenly pinned by you. Pushing his pink face into the cover, with his dick still hard and overstimulated. He couldn't help but moan at the friction of grazing the pillow.

"Do you know what happens to impatient brats like you, Weather~? And look at this mess! How will I sleep now?" Nervous and once again turned on, he gulps and whispers feeling your hands massage his ass. "I-I get punished... I'm sorry." Accepting his response, you brush your other hand through his hair. He subconsciously purrs at the feeling but it was short-lived when you grabbed a fist of his hair, pulling his face up, making the man hiss and wince.

"Meow for me." You demanded, the hand on his ass reaching to your desk beside the bed. With the subtle hints, he knew what punishment he was going to receive which only excited him more.

"Mi-mi—Nyaou!" He cries as you tugged harder on his hair.

In one of the desk's drawers, you pulled out your torture device. "Hmm... Does this kitty deserve to be lubricated?" Letting go of his long white hair, you massaged his scalp before reaching further into the desk.

"Meow... Yes, please..."

Weather report stayed in his bent-over position, the pillows slightly making friction on his balls as you moved to get the lubricant out of the same drawer. "Alright~" He yelps at the sudden spank his ass, even though it wasn't too hard.

Squirting a huge amount of lube in your hands, you teased his hole whilst rubbing the dildo against his cheeks. The dildo was small but the vibration it gave was good, one of Weather Report's favorites.

Deeming he was ready, you slowly inserted the artificial dick. His thighs quivering along with his heightening moans. "My, my, aren't we vocal today?"

"I missed you so much..."

You laughed heartily making Weather blush harder and hide his face in the covers, muffling his moans. "How cute," He was getting shy from your laughter and simple comments, and getting rilled up enough to start humping the pillow once again.

"I'll be here all night, kitty."

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

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“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go” 

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back” 

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison. 

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in  frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor. 

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!” 

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you. 

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot. 

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head. 

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth. 

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger” 

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her. 

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet. 

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream. 

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home. 

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?” 

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped” 

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor. 

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right  shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes. 

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots. 

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with. 

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life. 

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail. 

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile. 

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”  

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you  remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?” 

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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If you want to send blurb requests based on the series I'm more than eager to write so send me your ideas. Also suggest me some cute baby names both girl and boy. I was thinking of going with Beatrice or April and Cole or Ben but would like to hear your opinions as well ❤️