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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year ago

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Would you be willing to write a short story about Geralt? Where he saves us from being captured by something evil?

Absolutely! I'm more than happy to write a story for you about Geralt p.s. I'm sorry for the late response, work takes up lots of my time nowadays. I tried to make it short, but I got a little carried away. I hope you enjoy 💚

The entire village had been more and more on edge the past few weeks, ever since that arch Griffin attacked the village and started stealing the live stock....aswell as other things...Your neighbor's son was one of the many people who had been snatched by the beast, there had been at least 3 other people that were taken straight from the village. You hated it, you hated being hear, and you didn't want to stay anymore. You were at an age where you could leave the family home if you wished, but it was having the coin for it.

Thankfully you had been working in the village tavern to save up and travel to a better location, you didn't get much in there considering it was such a small village, but White Orchard was all you knew. You had read up on the maps to where you thought a good place would be, and you had decided on Novigrad, you weren't a sorceress so there wasn't as much danger there. But anywhere was better than White Orchard right now, and a few weeks after yet another person was taken by the arch Griffin, you had enough coin to travel to Novigrad and possibly enough to get a place of your own. If not, you always had a travel tent and supplies. You said your goodbyes to your family and headed to your horse in the stable, you were glad to be rid of them, they weren't the most loving of families.

Your mother was quite spiteful and made you clean and cook whenever you were in the house. And your father was always looking for suitors for you to marry you off, he was only happy knowing he could get some money off of you. You climbed onto your horse and headed out of White Orchard and on the path to Novigrad, it was a long way to go, but you were more than excited. You finaly had your freedom, and you knew it was a dangerous world out there, but you didn't care, you knew how to defend yourself. You never told your family, but you did practice fighting skills when you snuck out of the house when everyone was alseep, and you did the same in any spare time you had too. There was even one time you killed 4 drowners all by yourself with ease, it was like dancing, you knew all the steps and how to kill them, it just made you feel so proud. It was a tiaring week travelling up to Novigrad, but you made it in the end, feeling more than exhausted. You had camped up during the evenings in woods and across lands as you traveled, but the thought of a bed was keeping you going. By the time you arrived it was about 11.30 in the morning, and it was so much busier hear than White Orchard ever was. The streets were filled with people, food and weaponry stalls, children running around and people going about their day. You lead your horse around to try and find a suitable place to stay, when a sound got your attention, it sounded like someone who had either hurt themselves, or was just grumpy and in need of assistance.

It looked like it came from what looks like a run down tavern called The Rosemary and Thyme, it's definitely seen better days. You left your horse outside and walked to the wide open front door, and inside you can see that it's a mess in there, like people had broken in and slept in there. You hear the noise again, and it looks like someone is trapped under a large sheet that has tangled around them, it must have fallen on them from the ceiling. "Ah f#ck it! Stupid thing, get off!" The voice shouts "Let me help you" You say as you walk over and pull the sheeting away from him, revealing him as a small dwarf. He had reddish brown hair in a mohawk, and he wore green and brown clothes with an axe on his back. "Ah, thank you lass. This stupid thing fell on me, and I couldn't find a way to get out of it" "Your welcome, although I am suprised you didn't just cut a whole through when you couldn't get out. Just seems like an easier way to me" "Well that's a thought, but I didn't exactly have a knife handy" You raise an eyebrow in an amused way and look at his axe, making him look at it too, then back at you with embarrassment. "Oh eye, I guess you have a point" You both chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck. "I haven't seen your face hear before lass, you new?" "I am yes, I've just arrived hear from White Orchard" "White Orchard? That's at least a weeks travel, you must be exhausted" "I can't deny that, I was just looking around for a place to stay the night, before I try to find a place of my own. I don't supose you could direct me to the nearest available tavern could you?"

"Eye, I could. But I'm guessing you haven't got much cion with you? Don't take it personally, I can just read people" "I can't deny your right about that, but being on the road for a week is tiaring, and a bed would be wonderful tonight" "I have an idea, if your willing to help me clean up this mess, you can stay hear if you wish" "Really? How much coin would you like?" "I don't want you coin lass, just a hand cleaning if that's alright" "Oh? Are you sure?" "I'm positive. You see, many people hear in Novigrad don't act like you, if they see someone in need of help or, in my instance, stuck! They don't exactly lend a hand out of the kindness of their hearts. But I can see something in you, and I'd like to show you my gratitude" "Well that's, very kind. Thank you-oh umm, I didn't catch your name" He holds his hand out to you and you gladly shake it "Zoltan Chivay, it's a pleasure to meet you" "Same hear Zoltan, my name is Y/N" After introductions, you start to help Zoltan clean the tavern, it looked like at least 10 people were crashing hear. "If you don't mind me asking Zoltan, why is this place a mess?" "There were all these people from the streets who were staying hear, and the new owner has disappeared somewhere. Gods knows where the #sshole has gone" "You know the owner?" "Kind of, his name is Dandelion. We've been mates for a few years now, and the last I heard he was staying hear, but then I see all these bums hear instead. Thankfully at the time, another close friend of mine helped me get rid of them, and it turns out that he was looking for Dandelion too, hence why I'm doing the cleaning by myself, well, I was"

"Let's hope your friend does find him then, and he'll be happy this place is nice and tidy for him" "I couldn't agree more, this place is looking almost brand new. Now that this is all done, why don't I show you upstairs and you can pick a room?" "Thank you" He leads you upstairs and you choose a room with a lovely looking bed and plenty of space. "Why don't you have a little rest lass, I'll be right downstairs if you need me" "Thank you Zoltan" He leaves you in peace and you put all your stuff down on the chair beside the bed, falling into duvet and snuggling up in it's warmth, you fall alseep within minutes. You awake about 2 hours later feeling refreshed and much better than you had before. Sleeping in a bed instead of the floor really does make a difference, you straighten yourself up, just as you hear talking from downstairs. You recognise Zoltans voice, but not the other. You made your way downstairs and just as you take the last step, you seen Zoltan talking to someone who was very tall, had long white slightly messy hair, and his eyes were yellow like a cats. His armour was very well tailored to his physique, and he had two swords on his back.

"Ah there she is! Y/N, why don't you come and say hello to my friend hear. This is Geralt"

You walk over and offer your hand to let him shake it, he's a little hesitant at first, but he does shake your hand. "Hi Geralt, it's a pleasure to meet you" "Hmm...likewise" He isn't very smiley, maybe he's having a bad day. "Well would you look at that Geralt, someone nee who isn't scared of you" What does he mean by that?" "I'm sorry? Why would I be scared of him Zoltan?" Geralt takes his swords out, sits to a chair and starts to sharpen them. "Because I'm a witcher.....most people either run from me or.....there was one time a woman vomited" "Ok...but I don't exactly see what's so scary if I'm honest" Zoltan gives an amused look towards Geralt, eager to know his response. "You do know what a witcher is don't you?" "Yes I do know who you are" "I kill monsters....I'm a mutant, witchers like me are seen as outcasts and aren't exactly welcomed by most....and a lot of the time, what I do frightens everyone else....society doesn't exactly approve of my kind" "Ok....well I personally still don't see what's frightening about you" "Have you really seen me then? The yellow eyes, the swords" Zoltan snickers and says "The no sence of humour, the constant grumpy face" Geralt just gives him a stare and Zoltan chuckles and looks though his things. "Yes, I see the eyes, the swords but....it doesn't frighten me. If I had met you or another witcher on my travels I wouldn't be frightened of them either. Yes you kill monsters, but your saving lives. I'm guessing you've saved more lives killing monsters than you have frightened people?"

"Hmm..." he says with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, like he's trying to keep a smile at bay. Zoltan laughs and grabs Getalt by the shoulders in a playful way "You see Geralt, I told you this one wasn't like others around hear, that's why I'm letting her stay. Y/N, in the next room is the kitchen, why don't you make yourself something to eat while me and Geralt have a chat? You must be famished" You agree and leave them too it, and once your all finished, you come back, to see that Geralt is gone. "That was a quick visit from your friend Zoltan" "Yes, it usually is with Geralt. You see he's looking for Dandelion and when he's focused on things like this, he isn't talkative. And when he is, it's only for a short time, your lucky you got that much out of him lass" "Why does he think he's frightening? What's so scary about him?" "Hehe, I like you lass. There aren't many people who see Geralt...all they see is a witcher. A mutated monster slayer that's a danger to everyone, but for as long as I've known him, he's been a true friend, and nothing scares me. I could tell he liked you though" "What makes you say that?" "Well, when he's been around the company of women over the years, he's either being talked down too or used for their own personal gain. I don't think he's had a young woman talk to him like a real person for years and years now. His ex....Yennefer...they were a complicated couple, they cared for eachother deeply, but there was trouble there too. I think that's why he's quite cautious with new people, especially women"

"So shall I try to keep out of his way then? When he comes back?" "You can do whatever you like lass, your staying hear now so he's bound to walk into you from time to time" "Time to time? I'm only staying the night aren't I? Because I helped you, then I'm going to try and find a place of my own" "Eye you can find your own place lass, but it's not that easy, and with not much coin it's going to be more difficult too. You can stay hear until you find a place of your own, weather it's days, weeks or more. Your welcome hear" "Zoltan that's.....so kind...I don't know what to say" "Don't mention it lass. Now! I believe there is a few rooms upstairs that could do with a tidy, care to lend a hand?" From that day on for the next few weeks, you helped Zoltan get the Rosemary and Thyme back into shape, while also seeing Geralt come by from time to time, always with a new lead and more information to finding his friend Dandelion. You even got a smile out of him once, it was small, but it was still there.

The longer you stayed, the more Zoltan and Geralt liked you, and when Geralt wasn't there, you helped in keeping people out who weren't meant to be there. Zoltan was impressed with your fighting skills, and secretly laid them onto Geralt, and even he was impressed, it takes a lot to impress him. One night, you were just finishing up in the kitchen when a large bang was heard by the door, you ran in and see Geralt had fallen through the door and was covered in blood, and it was his! "Oh my god! Geralt!" "Zoltan-where is he?!" He says through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the pain. "He has my-my backup potions! I-uurrggg! F#ck!" Zoltan wasn't in the Rosemary and Thyme, and you had no idea where he was either, you still had to help him. "Come on, let me help you up, I'll get you fixed up" "This is-hhsss! F#ck! You can't help me with this"

"Oh shut up of course I can, come on, I'll take you upstairs" You hold onto him and have his arm over your shoulder to support him, and take him upstairs. He's in a lot of pain and is struggling to walk too, what the hell happened to him? You kick the door open and help him to lie on the bed, he falls onto it grunting and mouthing the word "f#ck" You pull out the medical supplies and help to remove his shirt, that's where the blood is coming from. He lies back and you start to wipe away the blood to see a large cut across his chest, you can stitch it up, but it's going to hurt him if he doesn't lie still. "Hear, bite down onto this Geralt" He can see the seriousness in your eyes, he opens his mouth and you put the wrapped cloth inbetween his teeth before you start to seal up his wound. He grunts and moans in pain into the cloth, you try your hardest to talk to him through this, distract him and go as quickly as you can. It's all sewn up and the bleeding had stopped, and still no sign or Zoltan. "She should be back soon Geralt, and he should have your witcher potions too. I'm sorry I can't be any more help-" Geralt can see the fear and worry in your eyes, and his hand gently rests on top of yours. "It's ok.....you've really helped me....that's more than I could ask for....." "Can I get you anything? Some water?" He nods in agreement and you bring a cup of water to his lips, he drinks it gently, still in pain, but not half as much as he was.

"Geralt?! There's blood down hear! Is everything alright?!" You shout back to Zoltan that Geralt is upstairs, and Zoltan runs in to see what has happened.

"By the gods! I have your potions right hear" Zoltan pops a bottle lid off, handing it to Geralt, and he knocks it back in one go, making him cough a little and his eyes and the area around them turned black. Geralt passed out, and you had no idea what just happened. "Zoltan, what happened to him?! Is he ok?!" "He'll be alright lass, this is what happens when he has his witcher potion. It's a terrible thing to take, but it fixes him from the inside out. He'll need to sleep it off now. What exactly happened?" "I don't know, he just barged through the front door covered in blood. I did all I could do to help him, but I don't know if it was enough" "Of course it was, you've patched him up nicely I can see, that's something he can't do himself" "What can I do to help him Zoltan?" "Nothing now lass, he needs to sleep it off and he'll be back to normal once he's rested. Now lets leave him in piece shall we?" You and Zoltan went about your afternoon while Geralt slept upstairs, and once it was night time, you both were sat at the table playing cards when Geralt finaly came back down, and he looked so much better. "Ah there he is! The mighty Geralt has awoken from his beauty sleep" "Hmm...your funny Zoltan" Zoltan chuckles as he approaches Geralt to give him a friendly embrace. You however, feel a little awkward from earlier, seeing Geralt with his shirt off. Not only that...you saw how many scars he had...you felt so bad for him, and honestly didn't know what to say. So seeing as him and Zoltan were talking, you just slipped off to bed and left them too it, you wouldn't want to get in the way of their business and make things awkward.

You has relaxed in your room reading a book for the last hour before you felt like going out onto the balcony for some fresh air. The balcony was all around the top of the Rosemary and Thyme, so whoever was staying in these rooms could walk out whenever they wanted, right past others rooms too. It was dark outside as you leant against the balcony, taking in the crisp cool air, and feeling more at ease. "Hey" "Huh! Who the fu-Geralt?! What are you doing up hear?" "I didn't meant to make you jump" "No no it's fine....why are you up hear?" "I was hoping to speak to you" "What about?" He makes a little smile at the corner of his mouth. "I wanted to come and thank you for helping me today" "Oh....there's no need to thank me" ".....why wouldn't you think you deserve to be thanked?" "Well I was just doing what any normal person would do" "....Hmm.....except....there aren't many that I know who would do what you did....or actualy had the medical knowledge to do what you did.....help like that doesn't exactly come easy to a witcher"

"Zoltan would had done the same thing" "But Zoltan doesn't have medical knowledge...yes he had my spare potions, but when it comes to injuries that I sustained today, potions can only do so much. If I had just had them, I still would have been close to death from the blood loss"

"Being a witcher can't be an easy life for you, I'm sorry you have to go through that Geralt" There it was again, that tiny little smile. "Why did you leave when I came back downstairs Y/N?" "I could see you and Zoltan were busy, and I didn't want to get in the way of that" "....Hmm....and the real reason?" "...I.....I didn't know what to say to you....and I....." "You were shocked at my scars weren't you?" "...Yes....how....how many times have you been hurt like this?" "More times than I would have liked....I know which scar belongs to each fight I've had....it's just normal for me" "....I'm sorry that's happend to you...that it STILL happens to you" "There's no need to say sorry, it's my life...and I've accepted it" He walks over to you slowly and rests his hand on top of yours that's resting on the balcony. "Y/N....you saved me today....if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be like this. I want you to know I'm grateful for that....grateful for you.....and I promise you this, I am in your debt. If there is ever a time where you are in danger or need help, I give you my word, I will be there" "Geralt, that's not necessary" "But it is, the care and understanding you've shown me since knowing you is extremely rare to find, and I'm over a hundred years old.....anything, and I mean anything you need help with....I'll be hear for you...ok?" "Ok Geralt....thank you" You give him an unexpected hug, and at first he is frozen with his arms out wide, not knowing what to do. But when he feels your heartbeat and knows your comfortable with him, his arms wrap around you too, hugging you back just as nicely.......however, during Geralt's visit in Novigrad to find Dandelion, he had made an enemy whist being there, a man by the name of Whoreson Jr...and one of his men was outside the Rosemary and Thyme....witnessing Geralt hugging you....and that wasn't something that this man was going to keep to himself....

The next morning, you Zoltan and Geralt were in the main room of the Rosemary and Thyme, and Geralt was just telling Zoltan that he was going to speak to someone who may have information about Dandelion, someone who Dandelion used to be with. "Now are you sure this lass is one of Dandelions?" "I'm sure, it says so hear in his journal. And you know Dandelion, I could bump into any random woman on the street and he could have slept with them" "Ah ah Geralt, you can't have a go at Dandelion for that when your just as (friendly)" You giggle under your breath, and Geralt and Zoltan surprisingly like that. "You have a point Zoltan, ok I've got to speak to this woman, stay safe both of you" Geralt said before leaving and closing the door behind him. "What are you up to today then Zoltan?" "I've got to get some more arrows made up by the docks, I'm only going to be an hour or so, you want to join me?" "No that's ok, I need to swing by the market and find something nice to make to eat for later" "Maybe something with a bit of pork?" "Zoltan you've had pork for the last 3 nights!" "Eye! And it was delicious every time" You both laugh as you each leave the Rosemary and Thyme, going your separate ways, Zoltan heads to the docks and you walk down the street to the food stalls. It was lovely just walking around and seeing new people as they did their own thing....but for some reason, you started feeling on edge, almost as if you were being watched..... you looked around but couldn't see anything strange.....but you could still feel it. You walked back to the Rosemary and Thyme and locked the door behind you, making you feel just a little safer, but that feeling of being watched still hadn't gone. You weren't taking any chances, you had your weapon on your hip as you stayed inside, and you weren't going back out until Geralt or Zoltan came back.

The next thing you know, the window behind you smashes and in flies this monstrous creature! You had seen this thing before in books, it was a harpy! And it wasn't alone! Another 4 of them came in through the same window and started flying around you trying to hurt you, where the hell did they come from?! You grabbed your weapon and swung at each one that tried to hurt you, killing them just as quickly as they broke in through the window. All 5 of them laid dead, but something was off? You knelt down to see chains wrapped around each harpy's leg, like they were captive or something? But who, or what was holding the other end? Before you had a chance to think, a massive blow is struck to the back of your head, causing you to fall to the ground in pain, seeing double in your vision. You feel 3 lumbering men grab you, hoist you up onto your knees and hold your arms so you can't more or defend yourself. Then this figure walks in front of you, kneeling down to be at eye level with you, he looked hideous. A long boney nose, a scar on his upper lip and a face that should be hidden in the darkest of places. "Interesting....I expected the harpy's to do a better job. You said they'd work Harrison!" One of the men cower at his voice, this man infront of you spoke again. "Well no matter, there are other things we can do with you....tell me my dear...where's the witcher?!" You stay firm and quiet, not saying a thing. "Oh ho ho...so that's how you want to play it is it?"

Just then, he struck you in the face extremely hard, causing blood to form inside your mouth. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "I said, where is the witcher! Tell me b#tch!" You spit blood into his face, causing his to let go of you, and fall back onto the ground. "Ugghh! You stupid little wh#re! You'll pay for that!" He storms up to you again and punches you out cold, the men let you go and you fall to the ground. "What are we going to do with her boss?" "We are taking her back to house! And then you will leave her to me....I like ones who are feisty! Their body's and minds are so much more fun to break! Plus....it's something fun to do while we wait for the witcher! Once he sees this place, and notices her disappearance, he'll come....and we'll be waiting...." Whoreson Jr snaps his fingers, and one of his men grabs you and hurls you over his shoulder, leaving the Rosemary and Thyme....and Whoreson Jr leaves a little note....Hours went by before Zoltan came back "I'm sorry I'm late lass, I got hold up by the man selling me my weapons. He's a real-Oh sh#t!......What the hell happened? Y/N?......Y/N!!" He saw the carnage and the harpy bodies, but no sign of you. "Y/N!" Still no answer. Zoltan was just storming back down the stairs when Geralt walked in, and his face was filled with confusion and anger.

"Zoltan?! What the hell happened hear?!" "Geralt! I don't know! I've just got back and there's no sign of Y/N!" "What?!" Geralt uses his witcher sences to examine the room for any clues, his senses helped him understand what happened. "This window was broken from the outside, and the chains around their foot indicate they were being used to scare whoever was hear, it had to have been Y/N. The wounds on the harpy's were made by the same metal that Y/N's blades are made from, she killed them. But her blood is on the floor, both droplets....and what looks like projectile, almost like she spat it out. And hear, footsteps, large, too large for Y/N....I've seen this footstep before" "Let me guess, Whoreson?" "Without a doubt....the question is, why did they attack her? And where is she now?" Zoltan looks on the back of the door, and there is a note pinned up by a knife. "Geralt..." Geralt sees what Zoltan is looking at, and he rips the note away to read it.

Witcher

You know who this is, and if you want to see your little lady friend alive again, you know where to find me. You might want to hurry though, she is quite a ravishing beauty....I have many ideas on how I can....claim her....the clocks ticking witcher, the longer you take, the more she suffers. It's up to you, I don't mind you taking your time though....oooh the fun I'm going to have with her before you arrive...the excitement is almost delicious....

Geralt threw the dagger against the wall in anger "F#ck!" "That b#stards got her hasn't he?" "Yes, and he's going to hurt her" "I doubt that's all he'll do Geralt, you've heard about what he does to young woman and girls haven't you? And I'm guessing if I know Y/N, she didn't go down without a fight. And that's only going to make Whoreson angrier" "I'm going to after him, and I'll kill him myself. I can't let him hurt her because of me. Hand me my swords Zoltan, they will know the taste of Whoresons blood" What felt like hours later, you awake in a daze, tied up against a pole in a dark and poorly lit room. Your head is hurting and your feet and hands are bound, it seems your chest and midsection are tied up in rope against this pole too, whoever did this does not want you to escape. The door on the other side of the room opens, and in walks the same man who hit you. "Ahhh, your finaly awake my dear. Did you sleep well?" You make no response, just give him a look that could kill. "Naww, what's the matter? Your head hurting? It was your own fault you know" "Is that right? Because usually if someone else's fist hits my face, it tends to be THEIR fault!" "Ooh! There's that fiary spark I saw in the Rosemary and Thyme! You know you shouldn't have spat in my face like that" "Oh really? Well next time someone breaks in with monsters and weapons trying to kill me I'll do a little dance of joy shall I?! Who the f#ck are you?! And where have you taken me?!"

"Oh how impolite of me, my name is Cyprian Wiley. Otherwise known as Whoreson Jr.....and you'd do better to know not to f#ck with a crime boss of Novigrad!" "I haven't done anything to you or got into any wrong crowd. Why take me?" "Hmmm, clever little lady aren't you? Well your more of a....means to an end so to speak...." He sits on a chair in front of you, while your still tied up. "You see, your witcher friend Geralt has been snooping in and around my business recently, and I don't take to kindly to that. However...Geralt is quite......elusive. He isn't exactly easy to get a hold of. So we've had to resort to other measures.....you" "There's no point in taking me, I'm not exactly someone of great importance to Geralt" "Oh really? So that wasn't you my men saw talking to the witcher last night on the balcony? And also hugged him?" You were stunned into silence, someone was watching you both? "Just as I thought.....Geralt will know about your kidnapping, and when he does, he will play right into my hands!" "I think you underestimate him" "I beg your pardon?" "I said you underestimate him. We are talking about Geralt hear? The same man who single handedly took out a leshy, werewolf, fiend, shaelmaar-" "I don't give a sh#t!" "Well you should. Geralt is capable of many things any normal man couldn't do, you seriously think you're men have a chance against him?"

"My men are going to crush him, I have all my men ready with their weapons for when he arrives. And....as for you..." He leans in close and you can smell his disgusting cigar and ale breath. "I plan to make you mine! But....I like you....I won't have you until you beg for it! So? Are you going to be a good girl and become my own personal little sl#t? Or are we going to have to do this the hard way? Beating out a submissive side to you is fun, but I don't mind which way you choose" "I would rather die than ever touch a grotesque, cowardly, abusive and arrogant piece of sh#t like you...." He smirks as he stands back up, staring down at you, he chuckles, then says "Have it your way then...." While you were in Whoresons home, Geralt had arrived and was trying to find a tactical way to get in. He can see men on every door and there are men around the property with crossbow aimed on the house, the best thing to do would be to sneak around the property and take out the men with the crossbows- "Screams!!!" Geralt's train of thought is cut off by the sound of you screaming out in guttural pain, he needed to get in there, and be needed to do that fast! Meanwhile, back inside Whoresons house, you are still tied up, but instead of being tied to the pole, your on the floor of the room. Whoreson has pulled you from where you were and has been attacking you in any way he can, bruising you, cutting you, beating every inch of you and breaking many bones. He broke your wrist bone, your ankle, and the one that made you scream, alerting Geralt, was where Whoreson broke your lower leg bone, you had never felt pain like it.

Your on the floor in pain, tears streaming your face and unable to do anything to help yourself. Whoreson kneels beside you, smiling with a cruel sneer "Are you ready to admit defeat yet? Are you ready to be mine?" "I hope your death is slow....and agonising..." "I highly doubt it will be....yours on the other hand...." He says as his hand reaches out to wrap around your throat, slowly cutting off your air supply. "Your death....is mine to collect!" The door smashes down with a tremendous crashing noise, frightening Whoreson to back up from you as Geralt storms in, fury etched on his face. "You! How did you get past all my men!?" "You underestimated me" Geralt says before knocking Whoreson out cold, then Geralt drops his sword and unties you from the ropes. "Geralt-" you manage to say in a pained and tearful whisper. "Shhh shhh, it's ok....your safe now. I'm taking you back to Zoltan"

He removes the ropes and helps to sit you up against the wall as he checks your injures. "Can you walk?" "I-I don't know-my leg-" "It's ok, it's ok....just take deep breaths for me ok? I'm going to keep you safe and make everything better" He wipes away your tears just as Whoreson wakes back up, to which Geralt storms over to him and pins him against the wall by his throat. He pulls out a blade and runs it through Whoresons shoulder, making him shout in pain as he's literally pinned to the wall. "You f#cking mutant! I'll kill you for this!" But Geralt is more interested in you as he kneels down to see if your ok. "Fight me like a man!" "You don't behave like a man, you behave worse than a monster....and you know what witchers do to monsters....." He stands up, grabs his sword and runs it into Whoresons gut, moving it up to slice more and add more pain too. He pulls out the sword and wipes the blood away as whorson falls to the floor, and the light slowly leaves his eyes, being nothing more than a dead body.

Once Geralt put his sword back, he was down at your level again and rested his hand against your cheek. "I'm so sorry Y/N...." He carefully picks you up and holds you close as he walks you out of Whoresons house, your still in so much pain, but Getalt is very gentle with you, and does everything he can to make you feel more comfortable as he takes you back to Zoltan. You had passed out by the time Geralt brought you back, and Zoltan was waiting up in your room with the medical supplies. Geralt very gently laid you down on the bed and they both started to bandage you up and help with your wounds, it took a long time, especially the broken bones, the leg was the most difficult. You had been passed out for a few hours while Geralt refused to leave your side, Zoltan came back a little while later with a drink of ale for Geralt, he could see the guilt in his eyes. "Geralt my lad....she's safe now" "But she's still gone through all of this Zoltan....if only I had been hear with her....or got to Whoresons sooner...." "You can't change the past, but you did change her future. You saved her, if you hadn't had done what you did, she wouldn't be hear right now.....just like she did with you" "I just.......I wish I could have protected her" "I know Geralt.....but she's back hear now, and safe...that's what matters....why don't you get some sleep? I can watch her" "I'm not tired.....I'll be fine" Zoltan gives him an understanding look "Alright lad....I'll see you in the morning" Zoltan heads to his own room as Geralt stays with you, his hand delicately resting on top of yours.

A few hours later, you start to stir from your unconsciousness, your a little groggy but the pain you felt before you passed out isn't half as bad as it was. Right now it just feels numb, and your leg feels very stiff, thankfully you can't move it right now to feel any pain. "How are you feeling?" "....Geralt?....what happened?....did I pass out?" "Yes, but it's ok. I would have been exactly the same way if I'd had gone through what you did" All the memories start flowing back to you, what Whoreson did, when he took you, the harpy's. "Geralt I'm so sorry" "What's with the tears? What do you have to be sorry about? You didn't do anything wrong" "But I couldn't stop them, someone hit me at the back of my head before they grabbed me. I couldn't fight back-and oh by the gods, the harpy's-" "Y/N look at me, I promise it's alright" "But-" "No buts, just try to relax ok?....you need the rest" "Geralt?" "Yes?" "Why did you come and get me?" He looked so confused "What do you mean why? Why wouldn't I? You saved me remember?" "Yes...but I'm not your friend or someone who is useful to you....I'm someone people wouldn't miss if I was gone" "That's bullsh#t, why would you think that?" "Isn't it obvious? I'm not exactly an experienced fighter, I'm new to the world outside a tiny village, and I couldn't even stop myself getting taken by Whorson Jr" ".....Y/N.....look at me...." When you look at him, he has tears and pain in his eyes, something you had never seen him show before.

"Your strength grows everyday, and what happened to you could have happened to anyone. Especially me. If you would have seen the amount of dangerous situations I've been in over the years of being a witcher, you would have seen me when I was vulnerable too.....this thing that happened to you, doesn't make you any weaker than me, the fact that your human and are healing so well with all these injuries is actualy incredible. In order for a witcher to heal, he needs potions, whereas your using your inner strength" A tear falls down your cheek as he says that, strangely it does make you feel a little better. He rests his hand against your cheek and says "You should get some rest now, you need it" "I honestly don't know if I can fall back asleep again" "Do you want me to help you?" "How?" "I can use one of my witcher signs, if you want to?" "Will it hurt?" "No.....I would never hurt you...." He sits up a little and raises his hand, making some kind of weird simble in the air, it's unlike anything you've seen before. Once he does that, you feel a kind of weird hypnosis seep into you "Now you close your eyes, and sleep this pain away..." he says in a soft and soothing voice, and as if like magic, your out like a light.

Geralt was unable to be there as much as he was, as he had to find his friend Dandelion soon, so Zoltan was there to help you as you were still recovering from the kidnapping. After an incredibly long 12 weeks resting, your broken leg was finaly mended, but you still had to take it easy, and Zoltan refused to let you do any difficult chores around the Rosemary and Thyme. When Geralt did pop in, he was so kind and supportive to you through all that you had gone through, and his company was a genuine pleasure, he was more than happy to call you his friend.

A few weeks after that, you were now completely back to normal, except for the odd pain or small injury from the incident, and you were doing all the things you could do before. One day, you and Zoltan were just walking through Novigrad together looking at the stalls "Geralt said he's should be back today according to this letter he wrote, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again lass" "I've missed him, I really hope he's found his friend Dandelion" "Geralt always gets the job done. So? Shall we head back?" "Yep, I'm all done hear" When you both arrive back at the Rosemary and Thyme, Geralt is standing in the middle of the room, with someone wearing an extravagant purple outfit. "Ah! Zoltan! Did you miss me old friend?" "Dandelion! Get over hear you pompous b#stard!" They both hugged and laughed at him finaly being back, and Geralt came and said hello to you. "How are you feeling Y/N?" "All back to normal now" "That's good...I'm glad your ok..." Dandelion walks over and takes your hand, giving it a kiss "And you must be the beautiful Y/N? My friend Geralt hear has told me all about you!" "All good things I hope?" "Oh yes, he couldn't shut up about you when he was bringing me ba-" Dandelion stops when Geralt hits his shoulder against him. "Anyway! Thank you for taking care of this place for me, I know you and Zoltan have made it look glorious!"

"Your welcome" "Right, to the business at hand! I will be turning this place into something much better once I've got some money, which should be very soon! Your room your staying in, is it adequate?" "Yes I suppose, it has a bed and that's more than enough for me" "Well! That can't stand! There is an upstairs room that's much bigger than the rest, and shall make sure it is all perfect for you!" "That's very kind Dandelion, but I don't know if I've mentioned that I am looking for my own place to live, that's why I came to Novigrad" "But you already have a place! Geralt told me that-" "Dandelion!" Geralt says in frustration, hitting him in the shoulder again. "I'm sorry, what's going on?" You ask, wondering why he's acting strangely. Geralt takes your hand and guides you to the window so you can talk privately. "It seems Dandelion cant keep his mouth shut and spoiled the suprise I had for you" "What suprise?" He looks out the window and points to a beautiful 2 story house on the other side of the street. "You see that house just there? That's yours now" "It can't be, I don't have the coin for a place like that" "No, but I did" "What?!" "Well, technically Whoresons money. He's not exactly going to need it anymore, so I use his coin to buy this house for you, you have a home now. And you are a friend to everyone hear, you will always be welcome at the Rosemary and Thyme, and anywhere any of us are" "Geralt I....I don't know how I can thank you for this" "I supose there is one thing" "What's that?" "You know I travel everywhere, when I'm back in Novigrad, maybe I could stay hear?" "Geralt, I would love to have you"

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #tumblr writers #tumblr story #tumblr asks #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction

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nicistrying · 1 year ago

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Sunday 9th July

God we are so tired. We were both up at 5am yesterday, at work all day, then went out for food with my family to meet my mam's cousin who is visiting from Australia. We had a lovely time and the food was divine but we didn't get home til 11.30, it was a looong day. But I did get to wear a cute dress and some jewellery which made me feel nice.

Matt walked Maggie yesterday so I let him sleep this morning and took her out at 7.30 and we actually had a lovely walk and I felt really good for having gotten up and outside. Drove over to my sister's for the village carnival and to see my niece for her birthday. We had so much fun and it was so nice to let my hair down a bit after being so stressed about meeting mam's cousin and being judged about my job (the only judgment came from my mother lol). AND I wore a crop top for the first time in years and it felt like nbd at all! I just felt cool and cute. And the weather was beautiful so I'm glad I did. My sister told Matt outright when we got down into the village to watch the parade that I was probs going to end up drunk and he would be driving home and bless him he was so good about it he just laughed, had a coffee, and had a great day even with us getting a bit hammered tipsy. We had so much fun and I'm really glad we went even if we were exhausted. I'm in bed now at 9pm ready for a long overdue good night's sleep bc I only have to walk Maggie and go get my nails done tomorrow and that's it. Rest day for me finally 😍 Hope everyone had a great weekend!

#personal #weekend #family time #happy #it's fucking crazy to think how anxious i used to get about going to any event ever #and now i take it in my stride #never thought i'd see the day #hurray for recovery from horrific panic disorder

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romanticfistfightz · 8 months ago

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a list of everything that went wrong today bc if i dont complain and joke about it ill think too much . under read more cuz its 20 points.

my mother got a speeding ticket bc she was 10km/h over . on an empty road at 5am but it wasnt cops ther ebut the one that flashes its not happened to me exactly but it went wrong

had to pay 260pln at the airport cuz the fucking ryanair app didnt work properly and didnt give me my boarding pass when i definitely clicked download and then gave me an "unknown error"

already stressed went to the gate . looked at my boarding pass . only one bag. fuck

paid anothe 200 to be able to take my luggage with me already sweating and shaking (at least the vodka in dutyfree was on sale)

the dude taking my payment told me to take out electronics and meds cuz "these bags get lost sometimes" causing me to die instantly

i gave my bag to a dude next to my plane so he can put it inside the plane with other checked in bags . which should make me more normal cuz like i gave it to him and saw him walk to put it in

didnt help. i was already panicking. what if he took it to a different plane (there were no other planes) . what if he took it for himself and hid it (its bright fucking yellow someone would see it) . what if the plane runs it over (????)

had my adhd toy and was very nervously playing with it and sweating and the lady sitting next to me asked if everythings okay (probably assuming im scared of flying/planes/heights) . so that was nice of her i told her im having an awful day but thanks for asking

the emergency instructions that they give every time made me worse. the plane shook when flying up (normal) and i was sure its crashing . the force of flying up felt different i was sure the engines stopped and died

realized i need to throw up NOW so i went to the bathroom and threw up a bit. never threw up thousands of meters into the air

didnt wanna flush it cuz what if it sucks out too much and sucks out my bag and it falls out

the rest of the flight was fine i chilled out n saw mt etna which is fun i always wanted to see a volcano

landed. started freaking out a bit cuz my bag wasnt coming out for a long time (normal time) and what if they lost it the numbes were slightly different what if somone already took it- oh nvm here it is

cool going for the bus oh wait i need to have coins to pay for the ticket i just bought a carbs free(?) beer for 1.90eur at the airport

wanted to smoke so i wanted to grab my cigarettes from my backpack and realized half of my shampoo spilled out for some fucking reason and the ziplock wasnt closed fully so my backpack (with my laptop charger cables and most important handbound physical copy of unholyverse which was a gift from my bf) was in shampoo and i had no tissues

okay crisis averted it wasnt as bad as i thought. oh shit im almost late for my bus the next ones in 1.5h

managed to get in . and it even had ac. doesnt matter the zip on my backpack broke but after a 10min fight i fixed it

my phones at 7% i need to climb uphill to get to my hotel . the checkins not until 3pm (it was 11.30 at the time its 12.30 now)

okay fine i have an adapter ill charge my phone a bit and go for a walk . yeah sure lmao the adapter doesnt work apparently so im charging my phone from my laptop

well at least theres two swimming pools so ill go swim for the first time in 8yrs.

#anyway i really hope this is all the bad luck i had for this trip #other than crabs being at the aquarium . but that happens #at this point (not actielly having a problem to deal with) its quite funny . how does this always happen to me

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a-rain-atherapy · 2 months ago

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angery

Had an angry verbal spat with my coworker A (for asshole) today and i am very terrible at on the spot talking of any kind, like i am mad trembling, got ice cold stomach, head empty. They walk off and i close my eyes for a few minutes to try to cool off, they come back and *asks nicely* to have a talk, so we talk. I am still not normal enough to have a decent train of thought in response to them asking me whats the problem between us (because there is a problem (the problem being that i was annoyed to hell with their initial inadequacy (new to this location)(very unfair to them on my part) and then more somewhat minor and several major points of anger happened)(bitch))

initial thought was that they dont want to see me on my phone, understandable we at work (but theres no work at the time) so i get sent to 'review procedures with coworker B (currently doing procedure) for future' okay. also some line about going to lunch earlier but okay whatever. i go sit with coworker B and review. machine's somewhat dirty so i spend almost 2 hours cleaning (didnt realize time passed so fast)(lost track of time) i just sit down from finishing and coworker A comes back and sees me not 'reviewing' and not paying attention even though i verbally confirmed w coworker B and was following the steps on my notebook, gets angry with me. "that (not paying attention apparently) wasnt in the agreement (never fucking agreed to shit in the first place asshole)" and "you were supposed to go to 11.30 lunch now coworker C doesnt have anyone to replace them" ignoring the fact he asked me to go review at 11.00 and this is a multi hour procedure.

so i get mad. maybe alittle petty. i blow up at them that im only doing what they told me to do (review) and what am i supposed to do when the bulk of the procedure is repetitive motion between changing steps. whatever. im mad, theyre mad. 5-10 mins later we talk.

apparently i was talking mean to them when they first joined and didnt actively go out of my way to make them feel like they belonged. 1st off i use neutral tone for 90% of my conversations 2nd i aint using casual talk with a stranger, new coworker or not, 3rd im not a social talker esp not in work situation i have no reason to actively interact in a neutral/positive way besides for work matters. my bad apparently.

anyways i cant think properly so my rebuttal comes off weak (because i cant think of my 4 other reasons that i dislike them [1-fucked up results of what i did and didnt fix it so made more work for me (had to redo my work). 2-fucking nags/preaches relentlessly when given opportunity (multiple occassions) about their work philosophy (take it easy (almost too easy personally)) when IDGAF and continuously talks and disturbs when im trying to do work. 3-gave me shit for being bad at what was supposed to be their job initially (multiple times(didnt offer to take over but continued to nag)) has the fucking balls to get mad at me when i ask them to back off since they werent actually actively training the person. 4- i asked for help with work bc i dont want to take super late lunch, they go off and preach at me (reason #3) and is almost nauseatingly goody-two-shoes and holy mother theresa that they were 'worried about my health and really want me to take lunch properly' and continue to go off on this for the week (super annoying and preachy).) in the heat of the moment (still fucking angry)) that i disliked how they werent doing their job (true(unfair to them again they were new(but still))) and that they talk down to me sometimes and make me feel like they think im dumb (see reason 4).

still mad. we shook hands after getting to a somewhat neutral grounds(is it really though?) and expressed our intents to get better and have more communication to avoid this (anger blow up(/miscommunication???) from happening again. and im still mad.

#rainy rambles #fuckinh ughhhghj #still absolutely fucking mad

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tare-anime · 2 years ago

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I saw this gorgeous art, and I can’t let it out of my head. Instead, my brain decided to make a story in under an hour (so pardon the quality ^^;)

Anyway, this happens after the Forgers’ identity reveal

And maybe kinda continuation/ inspired by this wonderful fic.

Summary: Loid just wants to pamper his wife after her long work. (AO3)

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Loid shuts the Spy Wars comic in his hand and gets up from the sofa. His mind already wanders around anyway.

The clock already shows 11.30 pm, and his wife hasn’t come home yet.

Yes, Yor has said that she’s going to work overtime for 3 days and 2 nights. And she’d be very ‘busy’ so that she won’t be able to contact him, but she’d assured him that it was just an ‘ordinary’ job.

And yes, as part of their agreement, they have promised to trust each other abilities.

But…..

Anya had long gone retiring for the night, but before she falls asleep she assured him that her Mama was going to come home very late, but everything will be fine.

The kid was so sure, cause well…. Bond’s vision.

But……

This is already the 3rd night (30 minutes before the day change and it will be the 4th!!). And she hasn’t come home.

So as her husband, Loid has every right to worried, right?

He clicks his tongue when glancing at the clock once again. The long arm had just moved a strip.

Why must time be this slow??

Loid really hates waiting and doing nothing.

After pacing up and down, he then decides to go to the kitchen and reheat the hot towel, and hot water for the tea.

Just right after the water boils, he finally hears the jiggling of keys, and their apartment door opens.

Immediately, he turns off all the fire and briskly walks to greet his wife.

The first thing he observes is her gait. And upon seeing that she walks like she normally does (with no sounds), he sighs in relief. “Welcome home, dear!”

Yor’s mouth hangs open for a while before easing into an apologetic smile, “I’m home. Oh, Loid, I’m so sorry….. Works took longer than-....”

Loid doesn’t let her finish, as he approaches her, hands hovering over her shoulders, “The most important thing is that you’re home now. Are you hurt anywhere?”

He looks at her form from head to toe and circles around her while helping his wife take off her coat, making Yor giggle. “I’m good. Just a little sore. But nothing out of concern.”

Nodding in satisfaction, he then leads his wife to sit in their dining room deliberately ignoring her questioning looks, before returning to the kitchen.

“Do you want to eat something? I can reheat our leftover or cook something simple-..”

“I’m fine, Loid.”

“Ok.”

Returning to the dining room, he gives her the hot towel and prepares the tea. Before Yor could ask, Loid already telling the reason, “Anya told me that you’re going to need something warm.”

When Yor raises her brows, he just shrugs, “Bond said so.”

“Ah…..” Yor nods and chuckles breathily, “You shouldn’t have-...”

“I should. And I want to, Yor. I’m your husband.”

The blush on her cheeks feels so satisfying, but Loid is not done yet. “You take your time in finishing the tea, I’ll prepare the bath.”

“Loid, you really don’t have to…..”

But of course, he ignores her protest.

After filing the bathtub with the perfect temperature water and bubble foam, he sees Yor peeking her head inside. “Perfect timing! The water’s ready.” Once again he intervenes right when she opens her mouth.

“Loid I-...”

“Come.” He takes her hand and leads her to their bathroom.

When he puts his fingers at her zip, Yor stops him. “Loid, I can do this myself.”

Yes, of course, Loid knows that his wife can do all of this by herself, but for tonight he wants to be selfish. So he changes his face, and put on his best puppy eyes he can muster (if Anya can always make her mother do things for her with this expression, why can’t he?). “Please, Yor. I want to help you. Let me. Please?”

Yor opens and closes her mouth several times, but finally, she relents. Smiling fondly, she gives his hand a light squeeze, “Alright. Thank you, dear.”

Loid smiles as his heart fills with giddy happiness.

He then helps her prepare and enter the tub for the long-deserved relaxation.

Squeezing the shampoo his wife usually uses, he then starts helping her clean her hair from sticky dirt. Of course, he also rubs and massages her scalp, base of her neck, and shoulders, which results in Yor humming in contentment.

When he feels her head leaning limply following his every movement, Loid chuckles fondly as his eyes soften.

He then leans forward and captures her lips. “Hey, don’t sleep in the tub. You’ll catch a cold.”

Her eyes flicker open and he can see the most beautiful ruby eyes full of mirth.

He feels her arms snake around at the back of his neck and pulls him for another kiss. “Miss you too…..”

Fresh and clean, they finally settle on their bed.

Loid circles his arms around her waist and pulls her close till her back is pressed into his chest, enjoying the warmth of her body.

Nuzzling his head at the crook of her neck, he lets the smells of fresh bath soap and shampoo fills his nostrils.

He feels Yor lays her hand on his and gives him a light squeeze. “G’night, Loid”

“Night, Yor.”

Loid going soft will always melt my heart <3

And finally, after two sleepless nights, Loid can finally have his decent rest.

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#spy x family #sxf ficlet #mine #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #fluff #slice of life #after reveal

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years ago

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Beautiful Mumma part 3.

*Beautiful Mumma*

*Beautiful Mumma part 2*

It was meant to be a self indulgent one shot for mothers day, that now turned into a short series. But as you know Nick with kids is a weak spot so here we are. And positive body image after carrying children or just in general is really important, and I like to think that Nick is the type that would make his lady feel like she is the most beautiful person in the world no matter what.

Warnings: Soft sweet Nick and smut.

WC: 1021

Enjoy x

You had never been this tired before, even when you pulled all-nighters on a case. Miguel had caught a cold along the way somewhere and he was nothing but miserable, crying around the clock, only sleeping on your chest comfortably while you were sitting up and hardly having any milk because his nose was so blocked. Nick felt guilty not being able to help much, being snowed under at work and being far too exhausted when he got home to let you get any rest, he often falling asleep on the coach while he was holding the baby. It had been a week and Miguel was finally starting to get better. Nick made sure he wasn’t in the station over the weekend, but was on call.

You woke up with a fright and looked at the clock reading 11.30 am, you jumped out of bed rushing into Miguel’s room to find no baby and then rushed out to the living area seeing the apartment empty. You looked onto the bench and there was a note in Nick’s hand writing waiting for you,

“Took the baby to my Mum’s, keep resting, will be back soon. We love you”

You smiled to yourself and decided to make the most of the time alone and went and got into the shower. You were standing under the steaming hot water, letting it flow down over you, enjoying the feel of being able to just stand for a moment and better yet, to actually have a shower without having a sick sniffily baby scream for you. You heard the clink of metal and your eyes shot open, the shower door opening to Nick stepping in completely naked. Your arm went to go up over your belly, but you stopped, letting it drop back down to your side and he grinned at you.

Nick grabbed your hands pulling you into him, and then he pushed you back into the shower wall, his body pressed on yours kissing all over your neck, down over your breast and bending his knees to kiss down over your belly and back up again. Your fingers in his wet hair, your head dropped back on wall,

“So beautiful my love and your all mine” Nick muttered into your tummy.

“Where is Miguel?” you said through pants.

“Staying with Mum tonight” Nick kissed back up to your breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue till it was a hardened peak, and then doing the same on the other side “You needed a rest, my love, it’s been a rough week and I need to make it up to you for not being able to help out much this week. Mum said she will call if she needs us. But for now-“Nick stood up straight, his chest pressed into yours again, his now hard cock running along your centre “Let’s make you feel good” he purred and you ginned at him.

Nick reached down to grab the backs of your thighs, picking you up and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. Nick’s hands slid down slightly over your wet thighs, pushing you up against the shower wall again, moving his hips back and thrusting into you, bottoming out. As Nick started to roll his hips into you, your hands moved to rest on the back of his neck, the tips of your fingers threading up into his hair line at the base of his neck and your head fell back on the wall.

Nick started to kiss around your neck, nipping over it slightly and you moaned softy. Nick kissed up to your ear, his lips at the shell of it,

“You don’t need to be quite my love. Let me hear you” Nick nipped your ear lobe.

A spark shot through you at his words, and you started to roll your hips down on him, your nails slightly digging into his sculp. One of Nick’s hands move to come down between you both, his finger meeting your clit rolling over it,

“Oh my god Nick” your voice echoed through the room “Yes Nick, harder, give it to me”

A growl rumbled in his chest and he picked up his hips thrusts, his wet skin slapping into yours. Your head fell back, your hands balling in his hair and you arched your back, screaming Nick’s name breathlessly. Your mouth was dropped open, looking down at Nick’s face, his brows frowning as he thrusted into you, loud Spanish words and your name bouncing loudly off the walls.

Nick pulled out of you, and placing you back carefully on the floor so you didn’t slip. His hands grabbed onto your face, kissing you deeply when a buzz broke the passionate kiss. Nick kissed your nose and pocked his head out of the shower door, seeing his mum’s number flashing on the screen. He quickly jumped out grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist answering the phone,

“Ma, everything ok? Is something wrong with Miguel?”

You turned off the shower jumping out, grabbing a towel and started to dry yourself off, getting ready to rush out to go and get the baby if you needed too.

“Are you sure?” Nick looked over at you winking as you wrapped a towel around you “Ok we will see you then, if you need anything just call. Ok, we love you too. Bye”

Nick hung up the phone sitting it back on the vanity, turning back to you and reaching for the towel pulling it off you to fall to the floor,

“Is Mi-“ Nick cut you off by putting his pointer finger on your lips and his other hand going down to grab onto you ass cheek, pushing you into him.

“Baby is great and Mami has asked us there for lunch tomorrow” you nodded “But now I have other things planned for you, and none of them include cloths or being quite” Nick smirked at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom and you smiled back at him,

“Can’t wait”

Tags: @beccabarba @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @alwaysachorusgirl @amorestevens

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro smut #detective nicolas amaro #nicolas amaro #nick amaro and reader #law and order svu #SVU fanfiction #SVU FANDOM #svu fan #suv fandom #svu x reader

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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The Tower: Family - 29

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1858

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor, delivery, medical proceedures

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 29: Becca

When Natasha went into labor it was about as dramatic as what you’d expect it to be for her.

It was a week before her due date, but well into the zone the doctor’s call full term. She was uncomfortable and hating it but she still insisted that she be the one that walked the kids to and from school every day so that she could cloak them. Because it was getting so close to her due date, Clint and Bucky had started to shadow her again. That meant, rather than a random changing of the guard for the people doing the drop-off and pick-up, it was always Clint, Bucky, and Natasha.

They had been out for around half an hour when they returned. I was sitting in the living room with Sam and Wanda while she nursed the babies.

Wanda had been such a star with breastfeeding. With Riley and Pietro I’d ended up needing a bottle supplement which had turned to complete formula diets when they realized the bottle was a much easier way to get lots of milk. I also remember struggling to feed them both at the same time.

Wanda had no such trouble. I don’t know if it was just her and she would have been fine no matter what, or if it was the fact her powers pretty much allowed for anything - or a combination of the both - but she could feed both twins at once, never complained, and the babies were steadily gaining weight.

If there was a way for a person to burst through elevator doors, Natasha did it. All three of us looked over startled as Nat hurried inside, beelining straight to the stairs. There was a shadow of wetness on her maternity pants and a look of frustration on her face.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked his eyes flicking from Natasha who was already halfway up the stairs to Bucky and Clint who were following after her.

“Nat’s water broke while we were dropping the kids off at school. She started getting contractions on the way back,” Clint explained.

Wanda gave an excited squeak that made Rose give her the dirtiest look a newborn can muster.

“Wow, alright,” Sam said. “El, you go with them. FRIDAY, let the others know it’s happening. And tell Happy, Travis, and Amber that I need to see them.”

“Yes, sir,” FRIDAY replied.

I gave Sam a curious look. “Well, the kids are going to need to be picked up, I figure if Happy drives one either Travis or Amber. And they’re both going to need to be extra hands-on, because I’m pretty sure Wanda’s going to want to come down and be with Nat too, right, honey?”

“Oh yes,” Wanda agreed. “I’ll come up to feed these two, but I don’t want to miss that.”

“Alright, I’ll go check on Nat,” I said getting up. “I’m sure we’re still many, many hours away. She probably won’t come until tomorrow morning.”

“Wanna bet on the time?” Sam asked.

I smirked at him. “Yeah, alright. I think 3.30 am.”

“I’m gonna say 11 am. Rebecca’s going to sleep in,” Sam said.

“Closest to it wins? If it’s exactly in the middle it can be you,” I suggested.

“Sounds good,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

“What’s the prize?” I asked.

Sam smirked at me. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

I giggled and headed upstairs to check on Natasha. I found her in the shower with Bucky, while Clint lazed on the bed. “How are you doing there, Nat?” I asked.

“Completely mortified,” she said. “I was talking to one of the other mothers and I just … exploded all over them. Amniotic fluid went everywhere. All over her pants legs. And the floor. The worst part was that I think the labor started this morning, but I thought it was those Braxton Hicks contractions so I ignored them.”

“That is very dramatic, Tasha,” I teased. “Perfectly you.”

“I am really glad I have those powers, I tell you,” Natasha said. “I would have to murder half the population of the planet if pap photos came out with me looking like I wet my pants.”

I smothered a laugh. “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Careful, El,” Natasha warned.

“Yeah, El, don’t anger the assassin that’s in labor,” Bucky teased.

Natasha got out of the shower and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as Bucky turned off the water.

“What no towel for me?” Bucky asked, stepping out onto the bath mat.

I grabbed another towel and threw it at him. He caught it laughing and I giggled and turned my attention back to Natasha. “Have you called the medbay?”

“Yes,” Natasha said. “I called them on the way home. They said to wait until five minutes apart and then come down. I only had -” she looked at Bucky. “-two? Since my water broke, so I think we are a ways off yet.”

She wasn’t kidding. Most of the rest of the day was spent just as normal. Only every half hour, give-or-take, Natasha would have a contraction. Happy and Travis went and collected the kids from school. By dinner time Natasha was beginning to feel it and opted out of eating anything but she sat at the table with us. She only winced once during the meal but tried not to let the kids see her discomfort. Bruce even had time to read Riley and Pietro their bedtime stories before things started to get serious.

At around 11.30 Natasha was in serious pain and not able to hide it anymore. Given her background and the super-serum her pain tolerance was higher than most, so it was difficult to see her struggling so much with it.

We took turns pacing with her, rubbing her back, and feeding her ice chips. At around one I ran a bath for her and Steve sat on the edge of the tub and held the nozzle against her back.

By two she couldn’t take it anymore. We went down to the medbay and Clint supported her while they put in an epidural. When that kicked in, it was like Nat was a completely different person. She just kicked back in the hospital bed dozed through her contractions and we all spread out around the room doing the same.

We all awkwardly slept where we could, only waking when the nurses came in to check her progress. At a little after three, they told us it was nearly time for Natasha to push. They turned off the epidural and the pain of childbirth returned to her in full. She hunched forward grabbing her knees and bared down. Sweat clung to her skin and her face flush red.

“That’s it, Natasha,” Doctor Shroeder coached. “Push.”

There was nothing beautiful or romantic about the way Natasha gave birth. It wasn’t a magical moment where life miraculously entered the world. It was messy and bloody and loud. After half an hour of pushing, Rebecca began to crown, and right away we could see she was going to take after her biological mom more than her biological dad. She had a little cap of pale red hair that was just visible.

“We can see her, Nat,” Sam said, excitedly.

“Not long now, Tasha,” Bucky added.

“It’s gotten to that freaky horror movie part, Nat,” Clint said. “You want a mirror so you can see?”

Natasha nodded and Doctor Schroeder grabbed a mirror and held it up for her to see. “There she is. Your little redhead girl.”

Natasha smiled and started to sob. She had gone past the point where she could speak it seemed and everything had gotten too much. Bucky patted her forehead with a damp cloth.

“Alright, Natasha, next time you feel the urge again, push,” the doctor said.

Natasha bared down. “I hate you so much, James Barnes,” she moaned as she pushed.

“I know, Tasha,” he said. “I don’t blame you.”

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Steve praised.

She shot him a look that screamed bloody murder. “Shut your stupid, positive mouth.”

Tony tried to stifle a laugh as Steve’s cheeks flushed.

It was another two pushes until Rebecca’s head was clear, and only two more after that before she joined us screaming her head off. “Here she is. Your daughter has a lot to say.”

Natasha lay back exhausted but looking very pleased with herself. I was ushered forward and cut the cord and the little squawling baby was put onto Natasha’s chest. “Hey, Becca,” she croaked. “You made it.”

Her cries began to settle and she lay staring up at all the faces peering down at her. “You did so well, Natasha,” Wanda praised. “Look at that perfect little girl.”

“I can’t believe you did this with two and no drugs,” Natasha sighed, caressing Rebecca’s back.

“What time is it?” Sam asked, reaching over and playing with Rebecca’s hand.

“Her official birth time is 4.23 in the morning,” Doctor Shroeder answered.

“Ha! I win,” I teased.

Sam smirked at me. “Seems to me, we both win, princess.”

“Okay, okay, enough of that talk in front of the baby,” Bruce joked.

The medical staff fussed around Natasha, giving Rebecca her shots and a shot to Nat to help her deliver the placenta. We were all too caught up in Rebecca’s presence to pay that much attention. Though Bruce and I both looked over the placenta fascinated when it was out.

Eventually, the nurses took Rebecca off Natasha to clean her up a little and check her over. Thor rubbed my back. “Only one more to go,” he said.

“He can stay put for a little longer,” I said. “Let him get fully cooked.”

Once Natasha had been taken to her room with Rebecca and she’d showered and changed into her pajamas it was just past breakfast time and Amber and Travis brought Riley, Pietro, Sarah, and Rose down. It was funny, even though Sarah and Rose were almost three weeks older than Rebecca they were still a little smaller than her. We once again got Riley and Pietro gifts from the newborn and they were much more interested in opening those than interacting with their new sibling.

“Alright kiddos, you better say goodbye to everyone, it’s time to get to school,” Amber said.

“Do we hafta?” Riley asked.

Steve shrugged. “You can stay if you want, but we’re all very tired and everyone will most likely be sleeping.”

Riley seemed to ponder the predicament for a moment and then nodded. “Otay, we go.”

“Sounds good, bug,” I said and kissed them both goodbye. “Are you going to say goodbye to all your sisters?”

“Otay,” Pietro said and the two went around kissing first all their parents and then the babies goodbye.

“Bye-bye!” They called as Amber led them from the room.

“Okay but that was really cute,” Clint said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I have to say I am really glad we have FRIDAY recording things because I definitely want framed pictures of them kissing the babies goodbye.”

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alexhandersenx · 5 years ago

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There’s no one to save me

Ivar/Reader (Modern AU)

A/N: Hi everyone! First and most important thing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!💕🎉🎂 @flowers-in-your-hayr I want to wish you all the best on this day, I hope you enjoy this day as much as possible and hope this can make it a bit better! This year may not have been our best birthdays but next year we’ll celebrate them twice! You know I really admire your work but much more as a person! Thank you for always being so so nice, you’re great!💖

Second, here it is, me and my shitty writing. This is the first time I ever write anything (you’ll see) but a lovely little bird came and told me about this amazing surprise (@maggiescarborough 💖) and I couldn’t refuse. This is the moodboard I chose bc when I asked Gabi about it, I wrote more of a mini fic than a request (sorry about that, honey😅) so I thought it’ll be easier since I already have an idea.

And finally, to say that this can be considered as the first chapter of a small fic???, Idk, if you want to read something else, I will continue it and if not, it can stay as a imagine. (Any feedback you want to give is always welcomed and will help me in the future!)

Okay that’s all, I think. Now I'll shut my mouth and let you guys read in peace😊

All credits to this amazing moodboard for the birthday girl @flowers-in-your-hayr

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: First time writing (biggest warning), mention of death and suicide, cursing, drug dealing, a bit of angst, English not being my mother tongue. (I’m not sure if something else😅).

There you were, (Y/N) (Y/LN), facing the most important case you had encountered in your professional career, which, to tell the truth, was not very long. You were 24 years old and you were a policewoman at the local police station on a small island called Samsø, which together with some others as Læsø, Anholt and Sjælland were known as the 'Kattegat Islands'.

You started there when you were 22, with a lot of effort and after years of dedication, yes, it may sound like a joke, since you were very young, but since your father passed away, you decided to follow in his footsteps. He had become chief of police and worked in what was now your office. His death occurred unexpectedly, one day he went to work and didn't come back, your mother and you didn't know anything, but he had been working on a drug-related case for a long time, and they didn't clarify anything for you after his death either, justifying that it was a case of high danger and a secret file.

When your father died, you were given the belongings he was carrying on the day of his death. You didn't find anything out of the ordinary, just his watch, which had his initials on it, the car keys and his wallet, in which he carried the usual: some money, credit cards and a picture of your mother and you as a child. From one of the compartments of the wallet, a small fragment of a photo was sticking out. It was very enlarged, only a small part of the face could be seen, it looked like a man, but his face didn't sound familiar to you and besides the fragment was very damaged, so you didn't give it much importance. Although you were intrigued to know the reason for that fragment in your father's wallet and you wanted to know the identity of that person, unfortunately you couldn't do anything about it. You put the items back in the bag and kept it in a drawer that you knew you wouldn't open often since it was with the rest of his belongings.

After this incident, you and your mother faced a difficult time when living at home without him was almost impossible. After a not very long period, you were able to return to your daily life and continued, but however, your mother did not get back on her feet, she went into a great depression. You tried psychologists at first and slowly it looked like she was getting better, but it seems she only did it to fall into an even bigger black hole.

From then on, you contacted a psychiatrist, after a year watching your mother was consumed with sadness you couldn't stand it any longer, even though she was resistant to taking medication you couldn't do anything else. She had been going to the psychiatrist for some time and the truth was that it wasn't going as you expected, your mother had a very negative attitude. She tried to avoid medication when you didn't force her, and for that reason none of the treatments worked.

You were desperate, time was passing, and you didn't know what to do anymore, until one day when you came home and you found your mother breathing very lightly and not responding to any kind of stimulus. She had decided to take her own life with a bottle of pills, yes, how ironic. When she was taken to the hospital, the doctors told you that her vital signs were very bad, the intake of medication had to be over six hours ago, and this had already affected a large part of the system. It was very difficult for her to survive, so much so that she couldn't.

21 years, just 21 years when you were left alone in the world, when everyone was getting drunk and having a hangover and throwing up the next morning, you were there struggling to get where you were today.

Although you couldn't have reached that point without the unconditional support of your father's great friend, Officer Heahmund. He had been like a second father to you, the only one you could lean on when these events occurred. Both he and his wife Anne and their little twins always had a place for you.

You could say you'd been investigating the case for a year and it was huge, really huge. Both you and your colleagues had reached an impasse, you couldn't get anything new, so you decided to take the reins and make a proposal... raid the shelter where the organization was hiding. You had managed, after a long time of tracking them down, to find out that every Thursday at 11.30 p.m. they went out to do business. If you calculated it perfectly, you could set up an ambush, surround the perimeter with your agents strategically, and force your way in, so you could examine the interior for clear, incriminating evidence and wait for them to come back and finally catch them and finish the damn case. From that point on, the game would begin.

Ivar Lothbrook, or also known as Ivar the Boneless, was the person you were chasing. Known to be the leader of the organization. Information about him was quite scarce, the son of a bitch knew how to remain anonymous, you didn't even know what he looked like. Although he also took part in the weekly excursions, he never got out of the vehicle they were in and you didn't dare get close enough to the shelter to see them leave, just as a precaution, so as not to spoil the case. All you knew was that the nickname he had earned was due to a disease he suffered from that made him unable to walk, Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

But you did know something else about his brothers, who were in charge of leading the band when they were doing field work and his brother Ivar was not there. There were three more brothers, the elder Ubbe, the second Hvitserk and the last Sigurd. You had pictures of them, which you had studied to a tee, and they didn't have any kind of background, something that caught your attention because in all these bands it's something common, but it seems that they were playing clean.

Tomorrow would be the big day and you had no margin for error. You decided to leave it at that, not think about it anymore. You opened a bottle of wine and ordered dinner at your favourite restaurant. You were going to enjoy that night quietly before going into action.

That night you practically didn't rest, your head didn't stop thinking and you were fighting against it for a long time, until finally you were victorious, being able to sleep. You promised yourself that it wouldn't be the only thing you would be victorious in.

The sound of the alarm woke you up, it was very early, although there were still hours to go, you had to be ready and needed to do certain things before preparing. You had arranged to meet at 8pm at the police station, you would go over the plan and wait until 10.30pm to put the plan into action. The day went away, you had gone out to buy some things that you needed, you had done some sport to clear your mind and you had taken a bath for an hour and a half which helped to relax each of your muscles that had been in constant tension for several days.

You got out of the shower, you started to fix yourself and for a moment you looked in the mirror, from bottom to top, and you looked into your eyes, you saw your father, you saw him in you.

- “Ivar, Ivar, what little freedom you have left” - You said in a defiant voice as you kept looking at yourself and feeling sure that everything would go as you planned.

What you didn't consider at the time is that in a game you don't always win, and even less when you don't know your opponent.

A phone call took you out of your thoughts, you hesitated for a few seconds before reacting, you went into the kitchen and picked up the phone:

- “Hi, (Y/N) here”.

- “Hello, sweetheart, how are you?” Your boss asked with some concern in his voice.

- “I'm doing good, getting ready to leave soon. Anything happened?”

- “No, nothing, I just wanted to remind you, that you still have time to stop this, I can send another partner, I don't want you to do this out of obligation” - said Heahmund, with some hesitation.

- “Heahmund, we've talked about this a million times, I'm gonna take care of it. We've gone over the plan every day; we've looked at alternatives in case the first option doesn't work out and you have an expert in infiltrating other people's homes in charge of the plan... What can go wrong? Trust me, before you can tell, we're in your backyard drinking beers with Anne and the girls, celebrating together as a family, while Ivar the Boneless is rotting in jail” - You said with certainty

- “Ever since you were a little girl I've always admired that about you: Determined, brave and a fighter, which has always made you achieve everything you set out to do - he answered with a broken voice” - I just wanted to wish you the best of luck in the world now that no one is around. See you in a bit, Agent 007.

As he spoke you noticed some concern in his voice, was Heahmund afraid of the mission?... Impossible, he was known for his courage and dedication but in this situation, you could not avoid that this insecurity that you did not feel for a long time will hit you again.

Since the death of your father you had changed, you had become steel, as you said, you had no heart for anyone, you had focused so much on getting ahead and getting what you had in mind that you had forgotten one very important thing, being a teenager. And now that time was gone.

Still, you burst out laughing when he called you Agent 007

- “Thank you, Jack Bauer” - you said, playing along, referring to those movies and action shows you loved to watch together when you were younger.

You hung up and then felt a sense of emptiness and… fear? No, you weren't going to let that happen. You certainly knew that you had to occupy your mind at that moment, or you would go crazy. So, you connected your phone to the speaker and put on your favourite playlist and time passed with you getting ready until it was time to leave. You took the bike keys, a beautiful Harley-Davidson and got going.

When you arrived at the police station your colleagues and Heahmund were already there, you went over the plan and waited for the exact time to start.

It was 11:15, the game had begun. You were about to head for the first stop on your mission. The aim in this phase was to park in the surroundings of the main highway, where Ivar and his people had to go through, so you could check that everything was in order, and that the usual Thursday trip would take place. You arrived before time, it was night and the highway was slightly illuminated by distant lanterns. The place had been carefully chosen as there were certain points where you could wait in stealth.

As time passed, you became more and more nervous and couldn't help it. There was something in your head that wouldn't let you concentrate. Heahmund noticed it and said:

- “What's going on in that little head, (Y/N)?” - He said in a sweet tone.

- “Hmm...nothing, I'm fine” - you whispered as you looked for his glance and smiled.

- “Come on, (Y/N), I know you too well to know that something is bothering you”

- “Ugh, I hate you Heahmund… what if they don't come, if for whatever reason today doesn't happen” - you said losing your nerve a little

- “Hey, hey, hey and this? Where's my little fighter? They're going to do it, you'll see, and before dawn they'll all be behind bars”

- “How can you be so sure?”

- “I just know” - he said with confidence and came up to you kissing you on the head

You needed it, you needed someone telling you that everything would be fine, with your 24 years you were tired of playing grown-up, strong and lonely. You had always needed that love, but that side of you was known only by Heahmund and he had always been there to give it to you.

You did not have much more time to get melancholy, it was happening, Ivar and his people could be seen from afar. They were organized in three black armoured cars and four motorcycles guarding the sides. You saw how they passed before you, in a heartbeat everything you had feared had happened, the only part of the plan that did not fall on you had worked. Now everything depended on you. You waited a few minutes and both of you, along with several patrol cars, set off. Some of your colleagues stayed in the place so that they could control when they returned and thus warn those of you who were going to the shelter.

Second stop on the mission, the shelter. Ivar and his people owned an apartment building where they used to stay permanently, it was on the outskirts of town, in the middle of nowhere. You had left your vehicles a few meters behind, also hidden, so as not to cause any noise. You found yourselves walking quietly in the dark with your guns in hand, towards an old building. When you reached the right distance, you appreciated the immensity of the building with enough housing to accommodate several families. The facade was neglected, yellowish-coloured, and you could see the doors of each house, white and many of them peeling and battered. Plus, right next door was what looked like a big warehouse. Everything was surrounded by metal fences.

Your companions began to take their positions as you had planned and you and Heahmund continued to approach, until you reached the side of the fence so that you could climb without attracting attention.

You looked at Heahmund and nodded just as you turned to move forward alone you noticed how he grabbed your arm, your heart racing as he said:

- “I'll keep an eye on everything that happens, the moment I hear something out of the ordinary, even if you don't say the code word, we'll get in and get you out”

- “Damn, Heahmund, you scared me... yes, I know, don't worry” - you said losing your patience a little

And now it was time, holding your SIG Sauer firmly in your hands and checking for the last time that the microphone you were holding in the middle of your bra was properly placed, you were ready to move forward. You approached the front door of the warehouse. If there was anything interesting to look for, it would be there. You pulled the lock pick out of your pocket and picked the lock easily. You opened the door a couple of inches, at that moment your heart felt like it was going to come out of its socket. You checked that the light inside was off, you continued to open it completely and you went inside quietly. It was all dark, you stood still for a few seconds to pay attention to all the sound around you. You could only hear the “tick tock” of a clock. You looked at the wall for a light switch, found it and turned it on. Several fluorescent lights illuminated the big warehouse, some of them failing and blinking making the place even more scary. For a few seconds the light blinded you because of the contrast of the dark night to which your eyes had been used so far. You took a quick look, ducked your head and whispered into the microphone:

- “Clear”

You raised your head and for the first time you stopped to look around. It was immense, the walls were covered with high shelves where there were pots of all kinds, some were full and some were empty, there were boxes, masks, safety goggles, gloves and all kinds of chemical devices. There was a long table on the side with many chairs, some lying on the floor, others on top of the table... that place reminded you of a typical high school lab from which the most you could do was decant a mixture. You were surprised... they were cooking drugs there... "Well, what a dump" you said to yourself; you thought everything would be much more careful and not such a messy place as that.

And in the middle of all that mess, at the end of the room you found a big wooden desk and a big black leather armchair behind it, it seemed that that little space didn't belong in the room, it was all tidy and on the table the only thing that was there was some papers, small pictures and office material. You approached and saw some maps with certain points marked... What were these points? You thought that it could be some meeting place or points of sale, you took out the PDA and uploaded the photo to the police station network.

- “I think I found something, I just uploaded it to the network” -You said in a whisper

You didn't have any answers, nor did you notice much of it, since you got caught up in a huge painting right behind the desk. In it appeared a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. It was just a painting, but you could feel the elegance of that woman in it. Next to her was a taller man who looked slightly older, shaven and with a long beard with white locks. He was in a suit and showed a great presence just like the woman. But there was something that caught your attention, the look of him, his intense blue eyes seemed to pierce you as if you were seeing them in person. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes betrayed his maturity. You stared for a while, curious, until you came back to reality, took a quick look again to see if anything could be useful, but nothing. So, you retraced your steps and headed for the door. You tried to communicate with your colleagues again:

- “Guys, nothing else around here, I'm going back to my starting position” - You whispered again.

And at that moment you froze, you were listening to yourself double and your "double" was coming right out the door. Time stopped for you, you didn't understand anything, and the only thing you could think of was to hide behind the door. This one opened little by little and you started to listen how people came in... one, two, three... you were counting the steps to be able to calculate the number of people, you lost the count to the fifth since such a quantity would be impossible to face and come out victorious.

- “SHHHH, shut up... do you hear it?” - said a male voice you didn't recognize.

What you could hear was your breathing shaking through a walkie... at that moment the world fell apart. A police walkie in the hands of those assholes, something hadn't gone right, and you didn't know what.

- “Yeah, it smells weird too, doesn't it?” - said another male voice, but this one sounded much more ironic.

- “I don't know Ivar I don't smell anything... what do you smell?” - Said a third voice, the closest so far to your position.

- “Mmm I don't know it's a disgusting smell, something like... police”

At that very moment they closed the door, leaving you exposed. You saw five men, but you didn't have time for much else as the one closest to you, that you came to recognize was Ubbe, grabbed your arm and made a quick movement blocking it, causing your gun to fall to the ground. He drew you to his body by placing your back to him and holding your neck with his arm, doing a lock around it to immobilize you. You looked ahead, saw a young man slowly approaching you and examining you from bottom to top until your eyes connected, deep blue and intimidating gaze. To tell the truth, he was a very attractive guy, but that idea was automatically erased when you remembered who he was. Something stirred in your stomach, you didn't know if it was fear, hate or a mixture. Slowly a cynical smile appeared in his mouth. Definitely, it was disgust what you had noticed in your stomach seconds ago. You could have tried to get out of that grip, but you didn't see the point, they were five men over six feet. It was impossible, to get out of there. Ubbe kept pressing his arm against your neck, causing your senses to slowly fade away.

- “Well, well, and I thought this wasn't going to be fun" said the boy in front of you in a hesitant voice. - Nice to meet you, I am Ivar Lothbrook - he said extending his hand

That was the last thing you could see and hear before you lost total control over your body and thus your senses.

The game had started... like a shitty one.

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iamfallinforeverything · 5 years ago

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Mr. Burglar

So @terminallygenius asked for a “possessiv flirty Kol” and here’s my try haha. I don’t think it turned out good but hopefully it’s somehow something like what you wanted it to be, I’ve tried my best 😅

Fandom: The Originals, The Vampire Diaries (Kol Mikaelson)

Summary: Kol is too late back home and you’re trying to proof a point.

Warnings: possessiv flirty Kol obvious (even though I don’t think he really is), swearing, angry Kol?

01.17 am.

Great. And Kol was still not here. Where the fuck was he again? In some bar flirting with some dumb girls that fell for his vampire charme? Probably. It's not like I have to work tomorrow and I would like to sleep. Can’t he just stick to his word and be here at the time we said? Why does he always have to do this kind of bullshit? Am I not enough for him anymore?

I decided to get up. I couldn’t sleep anyway and just lying in bed was slowly driving me crazy. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and then went into my kitchen. Maybe a hot chocolate and something to eat would help. Maybe that could calm my nerves. From my cupboards I took out everything I needed and prepared a small place on the counter. Just as I had the knife in my hand to spread butter on the toast, I could hear a noise coming out of the hallway. Kol never made such a noise when he came home.

That my heart slipped into my pants was an understatement. I had the feeling it would jump out of my chest any moment because it hit my chest so hard.

The noises became louder and louder and l clenched the knife firmly in my hand. It was only a blunt knife, but it would help me somehow. It had to. Why can't my vampire boyfriend be there when I need him? Today of all days my apartment is broken into when Kol is not there.

Tensely I looked at the door. I didn't dare to take even one step out of fear that the burglar would hear me. That he could of course see the light from the kitchen didn't occur to me at that moment. Maybe I was lucky and it was Kol after all? Or the burglar would be at least so common to kill me quickly.

I could hear steps that were getting louder and louder. Great. Of course the fucking burglar came first into the kitchen. Why not? As if there was something valuable in the fucking kitchen.

I held my breath and raised my hand with the knife in it. Why did it have to be such a blunt one? Couldn't I have tried something stupid today and used a sharp one for spreading the butter instead? That would help me more than the crap in my hand.

Before I could see the burglar I could hear him speak: “I know you wanna stab me, but please upgrade from a butter knife.” And I swear to God, I could hear his fucking smile in his voice.

“You stupid asshole! I almost wet my pants because I thought you were a fucking burglar.”, I answered and looked at Kol as he stepped into my kitchen.

“I saw that. Was kinda funny.”, he laughed but that made only angrier.

I wasn’t hungry anymore so I just threw the knife frustrated towards the sink. It made an ugly sound when it landed in the sink.

“Shut up Kol. I don’t have the nerves for your bullshit right now.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”, he hissed and didn't look amused at all anymore.

“You are my fucking problem! Are you too dumb to look at a clock? Have you seen how fucking late it is? You promised me to be here by 11.30. It’s...”, I quickly looked at the clock on my stove, “1.30 am.”

“And? It just got a little later. You're not my mother. You can't dictate anything to me.”, he glared at me. As if he wanted to rib out my throat.

“Have I said that I want to do that? No! We agreed on a time because I need to get up for work and you know that I can’t sleep while you’re running around and probably flirt with some bitches!”, I said back.

“Who said that I’m flirting?”, he asked and raised his voice.

“Me! Because you’re always flirting with some dumb bitches. Every. Fucking. Time.”, I shouted back.

“I’m not. I’m just talking. Is that a crime?”

“Oh my God, you don’t understand it. You know what? Next time we’re out I’m just going to show you because you dumbass don’t understand what I’m trying to tell you.”

“You don't have the guts my love.”, he smiled at me. He thought that you wouldn’t do it anyway.

“No? I can do it right know. Just one call. You know my coworker would be more than happy to hear that my stupid boyfriend was a fucking dick and that I’m in desperate need for a shoulder to cry on.”, my smile was even wider than his and I started to walk in his direction. My phone was still in my bedroom and I need to pass him to get into my bedroom.

“You won’t do that.”, he said and shook his head.

“Watch me Kol.”, I challenged him.

I walked past him and into my bedroom. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and started to look for the number of my coworker. He had said to me that I could always call him when I needed something and right now I needed to show Kol that he can’t do whatever the fuck he wants. It might have been a little unfair towards him, but I had to.

After a couple of seconds I found his number and clicked on it. It started to ring. But it didn't ring for long because Kol tore my phone out of my hand and just crushed it.

“How fucking dumb are you? You can’t crush my phone you dumbfuck!”, I screamed and got up to get my phone back. Or what was left of it.

“No. You’re going to listen to me darling.”, he growled and took my wrists in his hands.

“You’re never, not in a million years, going to call that ugly piece of shit. You’re my girlfriend. You’re mine, got it? And I’m not fucking flirting with some dumb bitches. You’re the only one I’m flirting with. I don’t want anybody else, alright? So stop making some shit up. I want you, only you.”, in the beginning he almost yelled at me, but then he became quieter and calmer. I had rarely experienced Kol so seriously.

We looked at eachother for a moment and then he let go of my wrists.

“Why are you always out then? We rarely spend time together. You’re always gone.”, I said and watched Kol. He turned around and I could see how he went through his hair with his hand.

“Because I need to get my mind off some things and I don’t want to bother you with it.”, he said quietly. He didn’t turned back around.

“Kol.”, I simply said and walked in his direction.

I went around him and put my hands on his cheeks.

“You’re not bothering me. You can tell me anything, Kol. You can talk to me. You would never annoy me with it. I am there for you. I love you.”, I said and made him look into my eyes by pulling his head up with my hands.

“I love you too.”, he said and wrapped his arms around me.

We hugged eachother for a while before I let go of him.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”, I said and took his hand.

Together we laid down and Kol wrapped his arms around my body. Gently I stroked his arm that laid over my belly.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”, Kol said quietly.

“Me too.”, I answered.

“Good night my love.”, Kol said and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Good night.”, I sighed and closed my eyes.

I finally got to rest and was able to sleep. I could sleep the best when Kol was lying beside me.

But before I fell asleep and I needed to say one more thing: “You’re going to buy me a new phone tomorrow Kol.”

“Of course my lady.”, he said and I could hear how he was laughed right after his sentence.

I just rolled with my eyes and then finally fell asleep.

#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagines #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd #tvd imagine #kol mikaelson gif #lills pieces

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kenneth-williams-diaries · 5 years ago

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Wrote a verse about dying … it has been in my mind for a day or two … says what I feel about ending it.

Give me a hand On the way to death The hand of a friend Not a love Gentle and light As that long last breath A comforting hand Not a shove

KW ~ diary entry in February 1986

Thursday, 14 April 1988

Up at 7 o'c. and got papers. Back pain still continues to be a bane. Went to collect Lou’s watch at the tube. Charge was £4 which was after I’d remonstrated about 4.95!! Walked to the bank & left documents for redemption of transport ‘88 (July) and thereafter I felt so weak I wanted to flake out. The pain (between hunger pangs and rats gnawing at your belly) got worse and worse. Dragged myself round Boots & M&S to do the shopping. Home at 11.30. Ate biscuits & the relief was pretty quick but the exhaustion immense. At 12:30 had fish cakes for lunch on my own in Lou’s flat - she’s gone to her club - and then had a lie down - oh! I’m so tired these days! No energy at all. Pain came back with vengeance! Nothing seems to allay it now. Rang Sheila at Murray-Lyon & rang agent & rang these video people. Sheila said she’d go to Reynolds about an operation and we’ve said some time after 25 April. Even if the op. don’t work, I can’t be any worse off than I am at the moment. Had meal with Lou at 5.30. Saw the News, watched the dreary saga of murder and mayhem. By 6.30 pain in the back was pulsating as it’s never done before … so this, plus the stomach trouble combines to torture me - oh - what’s the bloody point?

The diary ends. A sheet of blotting paper remains inserted at this page …

KENNETH WILLIAMS was found dead in his London flat by his 87-year-old mother Louie who was living next door, in the early morning of Friday, 15 April 1988. He died from an overdose of barbiturates in combination with alcohol at the age of 62, his body was lying in bed. Coroners finally recorded an open verdict.

“I certainly would like, I suppose, to be thought of as someone that enlivened people’s moments, diverted them from troubles for a little bit of the time, anyway. I would like them to say that he had a serious side. I would like them to say he had another dimension. I think when my time comes, I’ll disappear in a flurry of talcum powder.”

KENNETH CHARLES WILLIAMS * 22 February 1926 † 15 April 1988

Carry on resting in peace Kenny … ♡ Hopefully you made up with yourself as you decided to go off the stage that April night … you are still loved and dearly missed!

#Kenneth Williams #The death of Kenneth Williams #April 15 #1988 #The Kenneth Williams Diaries #quotes #pain both physically and mentally defeated him in the end #I cried while making this post ... literally felt his agony #the end of his life is so utterly sad 😔!#R.I.P. Kenny ♡#Thank you darling ♡ ... we were blessed with your presence!#may his tormented soul be guarded lovingly ...

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shrutinaik1188-blog · 4 years ago

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Birth of a mother

After almost 2 years of trying, the joy of seeing that positive pregnancy test had no bounds. For several months I had being eating right, exercising, studying different methods to keep track of my cycles like chatting, basal body temperature, the list was limitless. It felt like winning a battle. Little did I know this was a battle half won. It wasn't until week 9 that my doctor would confirm the pregnancy. Until then my anxiety levels were skyrocketing. The thought of losing this baby was unimaginable. The day we got a formal confirmation felt like winning another battle. The next 9 months I spent reading pregnancy books, eating right, planning for the arrival of my little bundle of joy. There was a inner peach which made feel prepared to be a mother. And maybe that is why after 40 weeks when my baby had cozied up in the womb I was restless. After consulting the doctor she booked my an appointment for inducing on a Tuesday night at 11.30. My husband along with my parents accompanied me and hence started the process of what would be a 2 day long labor pain with 2 hours of active labor. I for sure wasn't prepared for this. All the books, classes and things you hear from family and friends about birth, nothing can really prepare you until you experience it first hand. I was tired, miserable and just wanted to go to sleep. All 9 months of pregnancy I had imagined this day every day. To the very least I thought I would be happy. But I vividly remember the feeling I had right after delivery. It wasn't happiness, it was relief. I didn't feel the connection with my baby that second. It felt like a life long responsibility and I couldn't stop my tears. Everyone was happy, and it was suppose to be a happy moment. But I wasn't. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. Once again I wasn't prepared to feel this way. After about 2 hours when everyone went off to sleep I saw my baby open his eyes and look at me briefly. All love, happiness, joy came running back to me. It was then that I realized I was now a mother. And that moment it clicked me all this while I was busy preparing for the arrival of my baby, I wasn't really preparing to be a mother. But then again nothing can prepare you, you have to learn on the job.

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myownligth · 5 years ago

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Here is the birth story of my second child. I still have lots of fillings about it, and it has actually been really difficult to process.

I live in Denmark and English is my second language.

I started to have contractions at 3 a.m. the day after my do day. Some weeks earlier I had had some Braxton Hicks so I didn't know if this was going to be the real thing. My husband left for work at 7 a.m.. My daughter who was almost 3 was sick and had to stay home from daycare. I called the doctors office to get a appointment for my daughter. We got a appointment at 10.30 a.m. the same day. The doctor said it was a normal virus. After we had lunch I still had contractions, so I decided to call my midwife. My contractions was 10-12 minutes apart and lasted 20-30 seconds. I was filling fine and we agreed to wait and see what happened.

That day I had planned to visit my mother, and around 3 p.m. her boyfriend came to pick me and my daughter up. I tell him that I'm in labour and think that I'm going to have the baby that evening or the next day. Then I call my dad to tell him that. At that point my dad was unemployed, so I had arranged for my dad to take care of my daughter. We agreed that my daughter would sleep at my dad's. We eat a early dinner at my mom's. After dinner around 5.30 p.m. my contractions are getting so painful that I can't ignore them they are 8-9 minutes apart and last for 50-60 seconds. I call my midwife and tell her that I like to go to the hospital that evening. She tell me to call when we take of to the hospital, and she will meet us there. I call my husband and tell him to come and get me. My husband hasn't eaten when he gets there so he eats and then we take of to the hospital. My fear is that we will be sent home again.

It is around 7 p.m. when we arrive at the hospital, with our bag. The midwife checks me and I'm only about 2 cm open. They think we should go home and get some sleep. The midwife suggested some pills to help me sleep. I don't know. I didn't get any medical pain relief when I gave birth to my daughter, and I would have liked it to be the same this time. On the other side I was really tired whit my daughter because I didn't get any sleep for almost 40 hours. My husband thought it was a good idea to get the pills. In the end I decided to take the pills. I still feel pressured to take them.

Before we could get the pills and go they had to check the baby and the contractions. They put two monitors on my stomach. One to get the baby's heartbeat and one to measure the contractions. I got a bottom I should push when I felled baby move.

It took about a hour, then my midwife came back and said that I definitely had contractions but they needed to be closer together. They were 10 minutes apart. We say goodbye and I feel better, because eventhough we can stay and have the baby now we definitely going to have the baby soon. I'm smiling at something my midwife says and she comment that if I'm feeling like that the baby not coming yet. It reminds me my mother's story of my birth, where a midwife tell her that if she laughing she can't be having contractions only to be proving wrong be the machine.

We drive home and arrive home around 8.30 p.m.. The midwife had told me to call when my contractions were coming closer together. When we came home it felt like I was having contractions all the time. It could be wishful thinking. I wanted to call my midwife again, but it felt silly. So I went to the bathroom, took the pills and went to bed.

It felt like I was having contractions all the time, but I must have slept between them. At some point my husband went to bed. I must have been asleep. At some point I awoke and decided to time my contractions.

I took my mobile and went to the living room. It was hard, but I managed to get there and get the contractions app open. I didn't get any further before a new and powerful contraction hit and I had to stop everything. With this contraction I peed a little and I really felt like I should shit. So I went to the bathroom. Nothing really happened. Then I got another contraction. And this one was a pushing contraction! And the last one also was. And it wasn't pee it was my water that had broken.

Now it was definitely time to call my midwife and wake up my husband. But I still needed to take a shit, but I couldn't make it happen. So I decided to wait for the next contraction and use that.

I hadn't really been pushing on the last contractions, just let my body do as it wanted, but now I was pushing. I started sitting on the toilet and ended with slowly getting up as I was pushing. I did manage to empty my bowels. I had also moved a hand between my legs, and I could now feel the head.

I had given birth to my daughter in water at the hospital with a midwife catching her. This time I had talked to my midwife about delivering in water and catching the baby myself. We had talked about what I should do, and I had seen films and read stories about mothers catching the baby themselves. I knew that the baby would be here in one or two contractions.

I stepped out of my pyjamas pants and underwear and stand next to the toilet. I begin to call out to my husband to wake him up. The next contraction hit and I pushing. The head slowly comes out and I can feel it. I'm ready to catch my baby.

The head comes all the way out and with that the rest of the body. I standing with my baby in my hands. He is slippery. I still have my top on. I call out to my husband again, but I can't hear him. I try to lift my top to put my baby on my stomach skin to skin. But he begin to slip and I quickly get both hands on him again. He began to cry and I get him up to my chest.

The lights are turned off, so it's hard to see him probably. His eyes are closed and he quickly stops crying. I don't find newborns to be beautiful, and he is cowed in blood and stuff. But I'm in love.

My husband comes in. He get some towels and help us in to the couch. He call the midwife, and she calls an ambulance. The midwife asks my husband when the baby was born. I said he was just born, but I hadn't been looking at the time. It was 11.30 p.m..

The ambulance came. I'm sitting on the couch on a towel with my son wrapped in another towel having him skin against skin. The paramedic cut the umbilical, and asks some questions. I'm thinking of asking him about delivering the placenta, but then I get directed to a stretcher. My husband gets our hospital bag and follows us out. When my and baby get in the ambulance, my husband is smart enough to think about that we have to get home from the hospital again so he gets in the car and follows us.

In the ambulance the paramedic ask some more questions, but at this time I can only think about my little baby. Some of the blood has come of on the towel and there is a lot of light. I try to give him lots of skin to skin contact and shield him from the bright light. His eyes are mostly closed but he is moving his hands and feets a little. The paramedic wants baby to breastfeed. I had imagined that I would let my son wait for him to be ready, but I'm scared that something could be wrong if I don't get him to breastfeed now. I put my breast to his mouth and with a little guidance he begins to eat.

My baby is still eating when we get to the hospital, and all my focus is on him. They ask me some more questions or the same questions again at the hospital. I think I answer them. I later found out that they think I'm in shock, and maybe I was, but it just didn't feel like anything was important now when I had my baby in my arms.

My husband and midwife meet me at the hospital and we get a delivery room. The midwife helps me deliver the placenta. She have to pull a little in it for the contractions to start again, but everything is fine. My son is finished eating and she takes him to get weighted and measured. 52 cm and 3670 gram. His looking fine. I get checked over and everything looks fine to. We relaxed a little with baby and get something to eat and drink.

After I have been to the bathroom and everything still looks good the midwife asks if we want to go home or stay. We had talked about going home after the birth and that is still what we want. We want to go home and sleep in our own bed.

We find some close for baby and me in the bag. I can't find my shoes, and then I remember that I didn't have any shoes on when I came. There is no shoes in the bag for you expect to be wearing shoes when you arrive at the hospital. My husband has parked right next to the entrance because it is easy to get a parking space in the middle of the night. So I go to the car in my socks, and when we get to our home my husband goes in and brings me my shoes. We are home again around 4 a.m.

#birth story #childbirth #body fluids tw #body functions tw #long post

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @will-noble-owns-my-ass!

Merry Sterekmas and a Happy New Year!!

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The Mate Fairy

When a young werewolf turns 18, a person dubbed “the Mate Fairy” appears to give the birthday wolf a letter containing the name of their eternal love, their mate.

This “fairy” is usually the emissary of the pack. A letter appears in the emissary’s mailbox, and they are tasked to immediately deliver the letter to the intended werewolf.

Talia Hale received her letter from her mother’s emissary May Deaton at 11.30 am on a Saturday morning. Talia was painting her toenails on the front porch of the Hale House when May approached with the letter containing her mate’s name, Samuel Cahill. The gold script gleamed in the sunlight, shining into Talia’s eyes. Recapping the nail polish, she yells out to her mother that she’s going out to catch her mate, and to set another place at the lunch table.

When Talia’s firstborn turned 18, they were in the cereal aisle of the local grocery store arguing over Cheerios when Laura was handed her letter from Alan Deaton. The name Jordan Parrish in beautiful gold script shining in stark contrast to the pure white paper. Dropping a box of Fruit Loops in her mother’s trolley, she high-tailed it out of the grocery store whooping and hollering while other shoppers laughed.

Scott McCall was in the shower getting ready for his 18th birthday party when Deaton knocked on the front door. His mom Melissa let Alan in, offering him a cup of herbal tea while they waited for her son. Strolling down the stairs Scott almost tripped on the final two steps upon seeing the “Mate Fairy” waiting with his envelope. After frantically ripping the envelope, he pulls out the paper and gasps upon seeing Isaac Lahey in the infamous gold script. Folding it gently and placing it in his pocket, Scott races off to his party to sweep Isaac off his feet.

The night before his 18th birthday, Derek Hale sits staring into the fireplace. Tomorrow he finds out who his mate is. He’s both excited and terrified. What if his mate isn’t who he wants it to be? What if he rips open the envelope and sees the name Mabel Earnest, the 90-year-old lady who lives on the corner of Thompson and Third, that likes to give embroidered dishtowels at Halloween? What if he opens the envelope and sees Marcus Winbourne, the owner of the town florist who smells like moss and feet?

Derek looks forlornly at the flames and tries not to panic. What if Alan shows up at school? Maybe Derek can beg his mom to stay home tomorrow. What if Alan shows up at the school and Derek has successfully convinced his mom to stay home and he misses him? What if Alan doesn’t show up?

“We can hear your brain whirling from the kitchen, pup”, Uncle Peter says as he slides into one of the high-back chairs. “Don’t overthink this. It’s an exciting time for you. Only you would think of all the what-ifs. There is no need to be over-emotional about this.”

Derek turns to face his uncle, eyes narrowing in contempt. “I distinctly remember mom telling us the story of your 18th birthday where you were found sobbing in the bathtub because you didn’t think there was anyone worthy of you. She said and I quote, ‘Peter was blubbering because he was worried his lofty standards of a mate weren’t going to be met, and he was worried his greatness wouldn’t be fully realised.’”

Peter scoffs. “That’s a highly dramatic retelling of what actually happened.”

Samuel Hale comes in laughing. “No Peter, that’s almost word for word what you said. Nice try though.”

Samuel sits down on the sofa. “Bun, if anyone deserves an amazing mate it’s you. You have a heart of gold, you are kind, thoughtful, and gracious. Everyone can count on you. It’s why you’re slated to be Laura’s second. Your mate will balance you out. They’ll support you in your role. They’ll build you up. And they’ll give you all the love you deserve. Please don’t fret my son, you will be blessed tomorrow, I promise you.”

Tala glides into the room. “Your father is right Derek. Tomorrow is a day for celebration! Not just you turning 18, but you finding your other half. Our ancestors aren’t going to give you someone that isn’t 100% your match. That’s not how it works.”

“I know mom. I’m just nervous.”

Peter leans forward and runs his hand down Derek’s shoulder, pausing to give it a squeeze.

“Pup, I know you’ve been waiting for your mate for a long time but your mom is right. Our ancestors guide us to the one who completes us in every way. Just like Sam completes Talia, and Aunt Lisa completes me. We each have our foibles, but our mate smooths them out. This is a time for pure joy and celebration. You have nothing to worry about.”

Peter gets up from the chair ruffling Derek’s hair before leaving the room.

Derek sighs as Talia and Samuel come to sit on either side of their son.

Turning to his mom Derek asks softly, “What if they don’t want to be my mate?”

“Oh, honey that doesn’t happen. You know this. I understand you are worried, I really do, but werewolf mates are a certainty.”

“Any chance I can stay home tomorrow?”

“Nope. Sorry bun. It will be ok, I promise.” Talia leans forward and kisses Derek on the forehead.

“Your mom’s right. Everything will be ok. And we’ll set a place at the table for your mate tomorrow night, just like grandma did for me. Ok?”

“Ok, dad. Thanks, mom.” Derek smiles as his parents get up from the floor. The smile stays as they walk away, the nerves blossoming into hope.

*****

Stiles Stilinski sits at the breakfast table, right leg fidgeting under the table. One particularly strong jerk knocks the table sending orange juice cascading over the side of his glass. Stiles gets up quickly to grab paper towel, while his dad John holds up the morning paper away from the spill, stopping it from being soaked with juice.

Mopping up the liquid as best he can, Stiles grabs a damp cloth to wipe away the stickiness of the juice, while his dad watches him. His mom Claudia places down their plates, piled high with breakfasty goodness. Eyeing her son speculatively, she smiles. “What has you in a tizzy this morning Mischief?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about mom.”

The Sheriff sighs. “Really Stiles? You’re twitchier than normal. Do you forget your adderall this morning?”

Stiles shakes his head. “No, I remembered.”

John puts his paper down. “So what’s up?”

Stiles slumps in his chair. “It’s Derek’s birthday today.”

Claudia reaches forward and takes one of her son’s hands in hers. “Oh Mischief. There’s no need to worry. Derek will have the perfect outcome. You know that.”

Tears begin to form in Stiles’ eyes as he looks at his mother. “But what if his mate isn’t me?”

John places his hand on top of his wife’s. “Stiles, there’s always a chance that you aren’t his mate, but honestly? Everyone sees the way you two look at each other. Everyone knows how close you are. You are mates in every way except officially. Now I’m not as knowledgeable with werewolf culture as your mother is, but Stiles, the Hale ancestors know what they are doing. They see all. They would see how well you two fit together before the official mating. They would see how it is after.”

“That still doesn’t mean it’s me, dad.”

“What if it isn’t you? Are you going to stop being friends with Derek? Are you going to stop associating with the Hales? Are you going to tell Laura that you aren’t going to be her emissary?”

“No, dad! Of course not. But …”

“No buts Stiles. You go to school today, and you support Derek in any way you can. You know he’s a sensitive soul, so you go and stand by him and you make sure he knows that you have his back 100%.”

“Yes, dad.”

“Good. Now eat your bacon before I do.”

*****

In the carpark of the school, Claudia pulls up in the kiss and ride to drop off Stiles.

“Remember that today is about Derek, Mischief. Be supportive no matter what, and remember that no matter what your father and I are here for you.”

“I will mom, I promise.”

Giving his mom a quick kiss on the cheek Stiles exits the Jeep, patting his bag to make sure his two gifts for Derek are still in there. Confirming that they are still there after checking 5 minutes earlier, he shoulders his backpack and makes his way into the school.

As Stiles approaches his locker he sees Derek standing nearby surrounded by all their friends. He can hear the happy birthdays and the claps on the back as he gets closer, his nerves beginning to rise.

He opens his locker and puts the books in he doesn’t need yet, and pulls out the first gift for Derek. The crowd around the birthday wolf has lessened, leaving plenty of room for Stiles.

As Derek turns to Stiles, Stiles jumps on Derek with a laugh and a loud, “Happy birthday big guy!” wrapping his arms around the wolf in a massive hug.

Derek turns his nose into Stiles’ neck and hugs his friend back, letting the scent of Stiles fill him with warmth. When they part, Stiles gives Derek his gift. “Open it! Open it!”

Derek tilts his head in confusion. “My party is on Saturday Stiles, didn’t you want me to open it then?”

“Nope! This is for your ACTUAL birthday. I have another gift for your party too”.

“You didn’t have to do that Stiles.”

“Uh, yeah I did. Anyways, open it!”

Derek rolls his eyes and carefully peels back the wrapping paper making sure not to rip it. The paper reveals an old book titled, “An Alpha and Their Second: a Guide to Leading the Pack”.

“Holy shit Stiles where did you find this?”

“You like it? It’s ok?”

Derek nods quickly. “YES. Oh my god, Stiles. Mom and Peter had this book when mom became Alpha, but it went missing. They both swore by this book. I’ve wanted to read this for years!! Where did you find it?”

Stiles blushes. “I asked my babcia if she knew where to find a copy. A pack in Poland had a few spare copies and owed babcia a favor, and voila! Happy birthday, Der.”

“Thank you so much, Stiles! This is amazing!” Derek sweeps Stiles into another hug just as the bell goes for the first period.

Stiles pulls away first. “Sorry Der I have Harris and I don’t want detention. I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Yep! See you then!!”

Derek watches as Stiles races down the hallway and disappears around the corner. He runs a hand down the front of the book and takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. This book is one that’s handed down through the family over generations. The loss of the Hales book was one that brought frustration and sorrow, and to have one back is going to mean the world of difference to the Hale family, and to Laura as the future Hale Alpha.

As Derek gently puts the book into his bag, he wonders if Stiles knows how big of a deal gifting this book is.

*****

The Hale Betas and friends are sitting around the lunch table. Scott and Isaac and hunched together talking quietly, hands entwined under the table.

Jackson and Lydia and discussing the party on Saturday, arguing over what Jackson will be wearing while Allison and Cora are laughing at them. Erica is sitting on Boyd’s lap laughing along with Allison and Cora, while Boyd rests his head on Erica’s shoulder.

Derek and Stiles are arguing about whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie when the cafeteria goes deathly quiet. Derek’s eyes snap up immediately to Stiles’ so he sees when the color drains from Stiles’ face.

Derek manages a whispered “Stiles …” before footfalls can be heard getting closer to their table. Pulling his eyes away from Stiles’ Derek turns to see Alan Deaton holding an envelope.

Deaton stops at the table. “Mr Hale.”

Derek stands. “Hello, Mr Deaton.”

“It is my honor as the emissary of Talia Hale, protector of the Hale pack, to give to you the name of your beloved mate. The one who will cherish you above all. The one who will support you until the end. Derek Hale, Happy Birthday, and congratulations.”

Deaton hands over the envelope to Derek who takes it with shaky hands. His heart is beating so loud it drowns out the sound of Deaton walking away. The cafeteria remains silent.

Sliding a finger into the side of the envelope, Derek slowly separates the top flap from the rest of the envelope.

He pulls the paper from the envelope and looks in shock at the gold script.

The tears that had begun to pool in his eyes start to escape, and he takes a shuddering breath. Derek looks at Stiles whose face is pale and filled with worry.

Derek hands over the page to Stiles.

Mieczyslaw Stilinski

Stiles bursts into tears and throws himself at Derek who once again catches him. The cafeteria erupts in cheers as Stiles holds up the letter and yells, “I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS ME!!”

Derek laughs through his tears at Stiles and leans forward to kiss his mate gently on the lips.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Stiles.”

“I’m so glad it’s me too. Let me down I have another gift for you.”

As Derek lets Stiles down, he throws his confused puppy look. “I thought you said you were giving me the gift on Saturday?”

“I am but that’s a different gift. This gift is from your mate.”

Derek’s smile lights up his face as he hears Stiles call himself Derek’s mate. He takes the gift but this time rips the paper off, sending gift wrap fluttering to the ground.

Inside is a photo frame with a picture of 5-year-old Derek, and 4-year-old Stiles. They stand by the pool at the Hale house with their arms around each other, smiles as bright as the sun. Stiles is looking directly at the camera and Derek? Derek is looking directly at Stiles.

The photo is framed with the words “This is when I knew, that it was you.”

Derek sighs in happiness. “This is when I knew too. That summer was when I had realised that I just couldn’t be without you. I didn’t know what it meant then, but I realized only a few years back what it could mean. I wanted to say something but I was scared I was wrong.”

Stiles cups Derek’s cheek. “I know Derek, I understand. Every time I looked at you I knew you were the one. My spark reacts to you more than it does my future Alpha. My heart soars when you smile my way. I’m going to woo the fuck out of you, and make you so damn proud.”

“You already do Stiles. But you don’t need to woo me. I’m a sure thing.”

Stiles laughs loudly. “But I WANT to woo you Der. You deserve to be wooed.”

*****

Stiles Phone

Text sent 1.30 pm - Mama and Daddio

Hey Mom, Dad, won’t be home tonight because I have to have dinner with my MATE!!! It was me! I’m Derek’s mate! I’m so happy I’m still crying but it’s ok because Derek’s still crying, and I’m so happy right now. I freaking LOVE the Mate Fairy! Even if it’s Deaton. Ew.

Text sent 1.32 pm

I’M SO HAPPY!!!

Text received 1.45 pm - Mama

This is the best news Mischief! Please ask Derek to come to dinner on Sunday night.

Text received 2.37 pm - Daddio

I’m proud of you kid. Derek couldn’t ask for a better mate, and neither could you.

*****

Derek’s Phone

Text sent 1.31 pm - Mom and Dad

IT’S HIM

Text received 1.35 pm - Mom

Oh Bun I’m so happy for you! Uncle Peter and I will be making yours and Stiles’ favorite meal in celebration. This is the best news honey!

Text received 1.36 pm - Dad

A great match! Almost as great as your mother and I :) <3

Text received 2.22 pm - Laura Stink Butt

I freaking told you brat!! I knew it would be him! But noooooo don’t believe your future Alpha.

Text received 2.24 pm - Laura Stink Butt

All jokes aside, this is the best news and I’m really stoked he’s yours Bunny.

*****

Later that evening after a meal that consisted of lasagne, schnitzels, and curly fries, plus and entire table dedicated to dessert, Derek and Stiles are lounging on the outdoor swing sofa. Stiles is nestled against Derek’s chest, while Derek has his arms wrapped around his mate. Stiles runs the tips of his fingers up and down Derek’s arms, swirling around the palm of his hands.

While Derek has his nose buried in Stiles’ hair, Stiles sighs. “I’m so happy Der. I’m just so stupidly, blissfully happy.”

Derek rumbles in agreement. Stiles turns around to look at his wolf. “Gone non verbal on me?”

Derek shakes his head. “I’m just enjoying the moment. Our scents together is really calming for me.”

“Are you happy?”

Derek smiles. “Stiles. I’m blown away. I was so worried it wasn’t going to be you. I’m relieved more than everything. But yes, I’m happy.”

Stiles leans forward and kisses Derek. They lose themselves in the kiss, the swinging sofa swaying gently. They break apart slowly, Derek quickly kissing Stiles on the nose.

“Is it too early to say I love you?”

Stiles smiles gently. “I love you too Der.”

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 9

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1556

Rating: E

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 10: Now

You had fallen into a slightly uneasy truce with yourself. The part of you that had been adamant that you not fuck up any kids’ lives had been soothed down by the part that was really enjoying being back with Clint again. Some things made it easier to compartmentalize. Children weren't by default terrible and the problem you had was never hating kids. It was hating your childhood. Besides, if there were any kids you were going to love instantly it would be Clint’s. Maybe it was never going to be in a motherly way, but they were his and you loved him.

Clint seemed to be making sure you never got put into the parenting role. You were never the babysitter or decision-maker when it came to things they should or shouldn’t be doing. If they wanted to go out for ice cream he’d decide if they could on his own and then ask if you wanted to as well, instead of asking you what you thought about the idea. That made things easier too. It meant you could avoid the step-mother role even if it did occasionally haunt you.

Cooper, Lila, and Nate seemed to take to you dating their father pretty well. They were good kids generally speaking, but the concern that they might see you as a step-mother worried you. The two older two definitely seemed to treat you as an entity in the house that they needed to be aware of. They didn’t come to you to ask for things, but they didn’t straight up ignore you. They’d say good morning when they saw you first thing and goodnight when they went to bed. If they were getting themselves a snack they might ask if you wanted some and they’d make general conversation about music or tv shows with you. However, it wasn't the same level of excitement as when they were with Natasha Romanoff, who they were very close with, or the same level of deference when Ebony was in the room. You hoped that didn’t mean they resented you, or they thought you didn’t like them.

Nate, however, seemed to be completely different. He’d seek you out more and want to share things with you, like what his favorite toys were or the pictures he’d drawn. He’d come and sit on the couch with you and flop himself against you. It was a little scary considering how you felt about everything.

Clint kept pushing for you to join the Avengers, taking you to the Tower and ‘randomly’ having you bump into people who would then lecture you about using your abilities for good. It had the opposite effect than desired. The longer the lecture went the less you wanted to be subjected to further lectures about anything ever again. You still kept going in - partially because it was funny to see how frustrated Clint was when you’d say no, but mostly because now you were burned, you were very interested to see where this data you’d helped steal went. Not that they’d tell you anything. You weren’t an Avenger, so you weren’t privy to that kind of information. It seemed to have something to do with the circus people, and you were curious to know why none of them had approached you about their underground dealings.

That was all for weekdays though - unless it was the end of the world, Clint was home on weekends. That didn’t mean you were free from him trying to recruit you.

“So you’re just not gonna get a job?” He asked. He was sitting beside you on the couch with Lila sitting in front of him while he put her hair in a halo braid. There were some half-formed plans about going out in the afternoon, but everyone was just taking their time. You were eating cereal despite it being 11.30, Cooper was still in his pajamas, and Nate was hanging upside off the side of the couch with only his underwear, a t-shirt, and one sock on.

“Maybe I already have a job,” you teased and he looked at you with his eyes narrowed.

“You don’t, do you?” he asked.

“No. I don’t,” you agreed.

“The Avengers have really good medical, and a great 401K,” he said.

“Yeah because no one ever lasts long enough to cash out,” you snarked.

“She doesn’t have to be an Avenger if she doesn’t want to dad,” Lila said.

“Yeah, Clint,” you agreed. “Listen to your daughter.”

“Gee, thanks for your help, Li,” he teased. “You should see her though, she can shoot an arrow while doing a handstand while riding a horse.”

“You can do that,” Lila said, sounding bored.

“Wow,” you deadpanned. “Ruined the only cool thing I can do with your over achievement. Thanks, Clint.”

He pulled a face at you and was just about to say something when his phone rang. He stuck a bobby pin in Lila’s hair to hold it in place as he answered. “Yeah? - No, but I can’t… Fuck! … Are you shitting me right now? Ebony is off today. I think she went… no, I get it. Yeah. Okay.”

He hung up the phone and got up. “Gotta go in. Can you watch them? It’s an emergency.”

“What? But Clint…” You argued.

“Dad, you haven’t finished my hair!” Lila yelped.

“You can finish it, right?” Clint said to you as he grabbed his keys and tried to evade Lucky who was now dancing around his feet.

“Clint!” You yelped.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t have to,” he said and kissed Lila on the top of the head and then you, before blowing a raspberry on Nate’s tummy. The little boy squealed and fell off the chair in a heap. “Thanks, sugar. I’ll owe you one.”

“The biggest one ever!” You shouted as he ducked out the door.

Lila sighed and started to unwind her hair.

“I can do it,” you said.

She rolled her eyes. “You sounded really excited about the idea.”

You flinched. “I’m sorry… it’s not… I’m not… I can do your hair.”

She looked at you like she was trying to get a read on you. “We don’t want you to be our mom either you know?”

“Lila!” Cooper scolded.

You ran your hand down your face. “I know. I know… that’s… that’s part of the reason I’ve been the way I’ve been. I don’t not like you guys. If anything it’s because I like you a lot and I hate that you lost your mom. But I don’t want you to think I’m trying to be your mom or take her place.”

“Well, good,” Lila said. “We don’t want that either.”

“You want me to do your hair and I’ll be real with you?” You asked.

She nodded and moved into position. “So here’s the thing,” you said, as you started taking up where Clint had left off. “Me and your dad… we had pretty crappy childhoods. The people who were supposed to care for us - they hurt us instead. And I guess… your dad decided that when he grew up he’d have a family and make sure they never got hurt the way he was. But I decided that I didn’t want to risk ruining any kids' lives. We ended up breaking up and going our own separate paths and they went just like that. I never had a family and he got married and got you guys. But now we’re back in each other's lives and I care about your dad. I always have. And I am really scared that that’s gonna mean you guys get hurt and I’ve been trying really hard to just… let you be so it won’t be me that hurts you.”

“You really never wanted kids?” Cooper asked.

You shook your head. “Not because I don’t like them though. I think you guys are awesome.”

“You can be our friend if you like? We have a mom. She might have died but she was still our mom. But we also have an Auntie Nat and an Auntie Wanda and an Auntie Kate and an Ebony. You can just be whoever you are,” Cooper suggested.

You smiled and laughed softly. “You’re pretty smart, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Cooper joked.

“Friends then?” You asked.

“Yeah, friends,” he said.

Lila nodded.

“Okay, but here’s the thing,” you said. “There’s a thing that friends have that adults in charge don’t. You’re allowed to tell me off. Okay? If I overstep, or I do something that upsets you, you can tell me. I won’t be mad and because friends can’t punish each other the way your dad can. Right?”

Lila turned her head and looked at you. “Right. Okay.”

“I’m sorry I’m dating your dad,” you said lamely.

She laughed. “No, you aren’t. But that’s okay. He… it’s been a while since he’s not just been faking being happy.”

You smiled and went back to fixing her hair.

“You should tell us about the criminal stuff you’ve been doing if we’re friends,” Cooper said.

You started laughing. “I’m sure your dad would love it if I told you about that.”

“Come on,” Cooper begged. “You said we have to tell each other stuff.”

You laughed harder and shook your head. “Okay… where should I start?”

// NEXT

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